God Emperor’s Angel of Death

"This object is biologically stable!"

Ditrian's voice was louder, overshadowing the screams.

"He also entered a state of mental stability."

"Do you think this sounds like mental stability?"

The prophet still doesn’t Look back.

"Did you not hear the screaming?"

"I can hear."

Uthas interrupted him.

"Very bitter music."

"I am indeed aware of the painful response of vocalization."

Dietrian immediately defended it.

"I believe this means--"

"No."

Talos shook the head.

"No, don’t talk to me about this nonsense, Dietrian, I know you are still human, this is not a "voicing pain response", it’s screaming, you know, Luke Firth is right about you. No one can imagine this kind of screaming and truly transcendent as you say... You understand fear and pain, I know you understand, whether you wear power armor or not, You are all one of us."

"It's just a scream."

For the first time, there was a slight displeasure in Dieterian's voice.

"Relatively speaking, I have put him into a state of mental stability."

"What if you lift the stagnation lock on the machine?"

Dietrian stopped, with some guilty conscience.

"Uh...then this thing might kill us all."

"Stop talking about this thing, this is Macarion, our hero of Legion."

"The hero you want to murder."

Talos turned and looked at the technology priest, the sword shining with the light of electronic life in his hand.

"He has died twice! Stupid hope made me allow you to use his body to play your game, but he will not come back to us! I understand now, even if I try-next It's all wrong, because it violates his last wish! You lock him in the pain of eternal death, I don't allow you to play with his body now, he deserves better than this."

Dietrian hesitated again, carefully considering whether it was possible to appease the captain in this disturbing rage, and in the brief pause, the scream did not abate.

"This East... Macarion can still serve Legion. By applying torture and correct pain, he will become a devastating existence on the battlefield."

"I have rejected that way."

Talos still didn't invalidate his sword.

"I can't tolerate physical abuse to him, I have had enough."

"But I can control it well--"

"Really enough Now! Throne of Flames, this is the reason why Van Drode loses his mind! Infighting, quarreling... The fierce claws are killing each other with blades in the dark! I may not want my brothers to put me on the pedestal of this idiot! I am now Here, Dieterian, the Echo of the Curse is my ship! We may be running away, we may be doomed to fail, but I will not die without a fight, I will not accept this disgusting insult to end my life Do you know what I mean?"

Of course, Talos knew that Dieterian definitely didn’t. To the auditory receptors of the mechanical priest, all this sounds meaningless. Anything based on emotions The behavior of the chemical process will be cleared and ignored.

"Yes."

But he still succumbed.

Talos laughed, surrounded by fearless screams, he let out a lament.

"You are a terrifying liar, I even wonder if you remember what it means to respect and trust another soul."

He climbed up with his back to the bishop with one hand After leaving the coffin, there was a buzzing sound when the power sword quickly swept across the stagnation field.

Talos stared at the image of Macarion cast in precious metal on the iron coffin—his master, the real master before Van Jod’s rule.

"If you were still alive-how different it would be..."

Talos' whispers are as poems as poems.

"Don't be like this."

Dietrian spoke out his final objection.

"This action violated our oath to the eighth Legion."

Talos ignored him at all.

"Forgive me, company commander."

He raised his sword and pointed it at the carved pattern.

"Wait."

Uthas spoke suddenly, but did not stand up.

He knocked on the deck with the blade of the axe, making a click-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta sound.

"I heard something, a rhythm, a rhythm from the soul."

Talos turned to Dietrian.

"What does he mean?"

The technical bishop was very confused by this communication. He shrugged and issued a string of negative codes.

"I need to clarify, you are asking me what your brother's words mean, do you want me to give you some enlightenment?"

"Talking to you is really A waste of time."

Talos slipped off the iron coffin, and his boots fell on the deck with a bang.

"Usas, tell me carefully."

Usas still beat the axe with a soft, sonorous rhythm.

"It's screaming, listening...Talos, listening to this rhythm."

Talos glanced at—Ditrian.

"Bishop, can you think about what he might be saying? I only hear screams."

"I have sixteen consecutive diagnostics Subordination process."

At this time, Uthas finally lifted the head, and the bloody palm prints on his face blocked the dim light in the room.

"The rhythm is still there, Talos."

"What rhythm?"

"...Rhythm, Macarion is alive."

Talos turned and walked towards the coffin.

"Dear bishop, can you explain to me-next, what exactly is the resurrection ceremony of your sect?"

"That technology is forbidden to leak ."

"Of course, you don’t need to say in detail, just simply...tell me vaguely."

"That technology is forbidden to leak."

The prophet almost laughed.

"You are like a broken repeater, bishop, don't force me to repair you, I just want to know what you did to my company commander there."

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"Um...It is a medicine that combines synaptic enhancement pulses and electricity to sustain life. It is mainly a combination of chemical stimulants and invasive physiological stabilizers."

"It sounds like It's quite complicated."

Talos has been ignorant of his own craft for a long time, and he can't even understand some of the terms that bishop said.

"It's been a long time since you didn't play Primaris Apothecary."

Usas' smile can be seen in his tone.

"Should I find that Skinner?"

Talos also laughed involuntarily when the confused brother was joking.

"This sounds a lot like the methods we use in torture, Dieterian."

Talos' words made the mechanical bishop a little uncomfortable, and he twisted Clicking on the neck, replied:

"Not so, this—Macarion has always been a troublesome project. It takes extraordinary effort and concentration to wake him up."

"But he I am awake now."

Talos pointed to the machines.

"Since he is awake, why should he keep this ceremony?"