God Emperor’s Angel of Death

In order to regain a battleship, they lost another battleship and lost their leader. When they escaped from the pursuit, the warriors of the Broken Eagle felt that they were plunged into a darkness and irony. In the joke.

Only him, with a complicated mood, walking in the dark cabin.

Finally, he came to the navigation room.

The lighting of the navigation room is stronger than that of other rooms and corridors of the ship. It is illuminated by the granular light of nearly thirty display screens used for external image feedback.

They project their gray glare to the navigation room, floating the central round table white as snow. The smell of the nutrient solution floated in the air.

She is not in the water.

In the months since they won the Echo of the Curse, even when half of the ship’s hull was rubbed or washed by flames, when she needed to keep the ship’s soul deepest When contacting, Navigator Ottavia will use Nutrition Pool 5.

The former eighth Legion Primaris Apothecary, now the leader of the broken eagle war gang is also a prophet. Talos Varkolan, nicknamed the "soul hunter", has contacted and learned about the former prisoners in the pilot room, and Can deeply understand the reasons why the overwhelming majority navigators refuse to stay in the nutrient solution for too long.

The air in Ottavia’s private space is mixed with a mixture of subtle leaking chemical smells, the ticking of sweat, the moldy edges of her books, and the natural smell of her hair that is not unpleasant The smell of grease, even if she had just washed it.

Talos walked around the pool and approached the seat facing the monitor.

Each screen shows the different positions of the hull shell, the void above them, and several worlds playing their orbits, and the moon that contrasts sharply with them.

"Ottavia."

She opened her eyes and looked towards him with a little drowsiness, but it quickly disappeared.

Ottavia's black hair is tied into a ponytail, hanging from the silk handkerchief.

"You are awake."

She said, without stopping her movements.

"Same as you."

"Yes, although I don't want to wake up."

Her lips showed a half smile.

"What did you dream about?"

"I basically didn't remember anything."

Warrior pointed to the world on the screen in front of her.

"Do you know the name of this world?"

She is nodded.

"Settims told me that I don't know why you want to come back here."

Talos shook the head.

"I don't know, my memory is still in the fragments before being stunned by the vision."

He was lightly sighed.

"Home, at least our second home, after Nostram

, Sargulasa is a decadent world."

"It has been colonized, although there is only a small population, colonization has only recently begun."

"I know."

"Then you want to do something What?"

"I don't know."

Ottavia turned and sat in her seat, still wearing her silk blanket.

"This room is always cold."

She looked up towards him and waited for him to speak.

When he was silent, he realized that he had nothing to say.

"It’s very difficult to sail here. The star torch did not shine so far from Tyra. The peripheral zone is darker than darkness."

"I can ask how it feels. Is it?"

The navigator played with the pin in her hair while talking.

"The subspace here is dark, completely dark, and the colors here are all black. Can you imagine a thousand black nether shadows, each one darker than the previous one?"

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He shook the head.

"You are asking me to imagine a concept different from the physical universe."

"It's cold.

" She said, turning her face to one side.

"How can a color become cold? In the darkness, I can feel those unbearable existences: the soul screaming straight into the hull, as well as the tumors that swim alone and indifferent. Objects,"

"Tumors?"

"I can only describe them like this, huge, inexplicable venom and painful entities, with malicious Wisdom body."

Talos is nodded.

"It may be the souls of false gods."

"How can they be called hypocrisy?"

"I don't know."

She shivered.

"The place where we sailed before, even if we are far away from the star torch, is still illuminated by the God Emperor. No matter how far we sail, you can always see the shadows passing by the edge, the invisible demons from the liquid Swim through the torture of... but I can’t see anything here, it’s not that I can’t find a way through the storm, then I’ve been trained, but it’s simply blind people’s way-finding, like being wiped away by the wind that disappears in a flash To be the same."

At this moment, he disturbed his mind because of the similarities between her experience and his own vision.

"But we are still here and we are doing beautifully."

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"I also noticed other things, very small creations. These things are milder than the subspace around them, like eyes. When I bring the ship closer, things will look at me."

"Should we take this seriously?"

Ottavia shrugged.

"I don't know, maybe this is just one of hundreds of madmen."

"We are here, this is important."

and There was a moment of silence between the two.

This time, Talos spoke first.

"A long time ago, we had a fortress here, a castle made up of black rocks and twisted spires. Our Primarch dreamed of it one night, and then spent hundreds of thousands of slaves to build it. It took more than twenty years."

He paused, and Ottavia stared at the cold-faced skull on his visor, waiting for him to speak.

Talos took a breath and turned into a roar from a loudspeaker.

"The core sanctuary is called the Screaming Corridor. Has anyone ever mentioned this?"

She shook the head.

"No, never."

"The original body transforms this eternal world, matching the original sin in his mind, building walls with flesh and blood... Living people are cast into this building In his style, it is as exquisite as it has been processed by witchcraft, and the ground is covered with live faces made by machine servants.

He shook the head, this memory is so strong that it never fades.

"Those screams, Ottavia, you will never hear such a voice, they never stop! The people cast into the wall cried and wanted to come out, the faces on the floor wailing and weeping. "

She forced herself to show a smile that she couldn't feel.

"That sounds like a subspace. "

He glanced at her and murmured thanks.

"Sorry, you know what that sounds like,"

She is nodded, but I don’t say anything anymore.

"The most evil thing is that you become immune to this crying chorus, those painful sounds become bearable, and after a while, you find that you enjoy it very much. When the whole body was surrounded by sin, thinking became simple. The original torture became meaningless at first, and later it turned into music. "

The prophet was silent for a while.

"Of course this is what he wants. He wants us to understand Legion's admonition, just as he believes in it. "

Ottavia started to panic again when Talos knelt by the seat.

"I didn't learn anything from this senseless atrocities. "

When he sighed, he unlocked the snap ring on his neck and took off the helmet.

She was shocked again.

He was very handsome— If it weren’t for the cold eyes and the pale complexion of a corpse.

Talos is like a statue, a Demi-God carved from marble, because of his monotonous and charming, but also uncomfortable to look at.

"This is not a senseless atrocities, this is admonition. The Primarch understands law and order-civilization will only continue based on the fear of punishment. Humans are not peaceful animals, but a creation that creates wars and conflicts. To force these wild beasts to become civilized, there must be someone who reminds those who harm the general public that they will be tortured... Once upon a time, we were sure that the God Emperor wanted us to take on this important task. He wanted us to be angels of death. Once upon a time, we were death. Angel. "

It was about one minute before she blinked.

In many long conversations in the past, he has never said so many details.

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"Please continue. "

She fights for more.

"But some people say that he betrayed us. Once our role is achieved, he will betray us. Others claim that we should be loose. As soon as we loose the collar, we overplayed our established role, and we ourselves have become the wild beast that we originally wanted to suppress. "

He saw the question in her eyes flashed by.

"None of these matters, what matters is how to start and how to end. "

The light flickered at this time and then went out.

The warrior and the navigator kept a few heartbeats in the dark, only by the eyepieces of the armor and the dim light on the gray screen. Shrouded.

"This has happened more and more frequently recently. Before, the Blood Alliance hated me, and now the Curse Echo hates all of us. "

"Interesting superstition. "

He responded, and suddenly the lights returned, and the topic did not continue.

For a long time, the two were silent for a while.

"Are there no one to lead the team after your father died?" "

"Legion was scattered into companies and Chapters, each with its own master... The existence of Primarch once inspired us to unite. Without him, many looting gangs marched out from Sargulasa The farther, the longer stay outside. "

Talos said here, his words couldn't hide his sigh.

"Years have passed, many people will not return, and many company commanders or lords have claimed They are the heirs of Midnight Nether Soul, but every utterance is refuted by others. Nowadays, no one can unite the rebellious Legion. This is the only truth. Although I hate him, Abaddon’s success made him fall from among us. Stand out, his name spread throughout Imperium, robber Abaddon, Abaddon the Chosen, but not Horus. "

Ottavia's uncontrollable shudder, she knows the name, she has heard it in the whispers in the Hall of Power of Tyra.

Abaddon, the enemy, Imperium’s Death, in the last century of mankind, the language of his triumph is overflowing under the throne of the God Emperor.

"There is only one person. "

Talos has a turn.

"There is only one person who can keep the title while not being betrayed by the brother. At least he can survive the betrayal of the brother so far, but even He also struggled when reuniting Legion, but there were too many ideas, too many conflicts and expectations in Legion. "

"His name? "

"Yago Sevitalion. "

The prophet said quietly:

"We call him Prince of the Crows, but it is said that he died when he besieged Tyra’s Imperial Palace, a long time since my father died. NS. "

She hesitated before speaking.

"Makushen and I talked about him. "

"Maku Shen is here to talk to you?" "

The navigator grinned, her teeth were whiter than every member of the team. It seems that she was still a slave for too short.

"You are not the only one The storyteller, you know. "

"What did he say? "

"He is your brother, and even someone you haven't tried to kill, you should be able to guess. "

The black eyes of the Prophet flickered due to certain suppressed emotions. She can't call it happy or boring.

"I still don't know Markushen very well. "

" He most often described the great rebellion. He told me that his brothers died on the city wall of the God Emperor palace, or the Holy War against the angels, and the centuries that followed , He likes to record these, write down their actions and deaths, do you know? "

Talos shook his head, he didn't know.

"How did he tell Prince the Crow? "

"He said that Savita was not dead. "

These words made the Prophet’s lips a ghostly smile.

"That's really a funny lie. Every Legion has its secrets and myths. , The World Eaters also said that they have a company commander who was promoted to a god of choice by a blood-thirsty god. "

Ottavia didn't smile.

"When will you land?" "

"Now. "