God Emperor’s Angel of Death

Ditellian made an angry sound from his throat, but did not answer.

"Many hells in the distorted subspace! What the hell is that?"

Talos kept asking.

Finally, Dieterian spoke again, only in a lower voice.

"forgive me to speak bluntly, your ignorance of professionalism makes me very irritated. The resurrection ceremony does not just stop because of physical awakening. His mind is not familiar with the surrounding environment. We only awakened the remnants of his body and allowed him to establish contact with the Holy War machine, but he still lost his mind. The follow-up process of ceremony is to replenish energy and restore his spiritual sense."

" His...what?"

"Hazard, his self-awareness and reasoning ability to respond to stimuli, his consciousness and perception, as a manifestation of the living spirit."

"You mean his soul, his mind? So, can you speak directly in the future?"

"As you said, we created his brain and body, but did not create him There is a difference between his mind and soul."

Talos took a breath of stale air through his teeth and tilted his head towards the coffin.

"I mean he is awake, Dieterian, what did you do after he woke up? You told me he needs to stabilize, but the truth is that he is awake now and you are What are you doing?"

"Resurrection ceremony, as mentioned earlier, synapses enhance pulses, life-sustaining nutrients, chemical stimulants and invasive physiological stabilizers."

"So you It filtered maddening chemicals and electrical stimulants, and stimulated the body of a warrior who was injured to death, but he has proven that his symbiotic relationship with the coffin does not follow the standard pattern."

"But... "

"He is awake now. He is crazy and wants to pounce on your face. You hurt him, Dieterian."

Dieterian was thinking. one time.

"I'll deal with it right away."

Mechanical bishop's whispered response:

"Handle it right away."

Ketalus Still listening to the screams, it upsets him.

"Then hurry up, I don’t like the company commander’s screams, Dieterian."

"As usual, in any subject’s cognitive function If you do this before reaching an acceptable level, the resurrection ceremony will immediately end."

"But you said that the resurrection of Macarion never followed the traditional pattern."

"I..."

For the first time in centuries, Dieterian began to doubt his findings.

"I...I'm processing it."

"You handle it."

Talos said and walked away.

"Sometimes, Dieterian, it's worth sharing your secrets with someone you trust. Thinking like a mortal is not always a curse."

"Stop! A potential flaw has appeared!"

Ditrian loudly said, still watching a lot of calculations on his retina.

"Your hypothesis is based on emotional guesses. If your hypothesis turns out to be wrong, the damage to the subject's physiological function may be irreparable."

"It seems I care about it?"

As Talos approached the center console, lightning flashed along the golden sword edge.

He glanced at the screen, his eyes tracing the screen, heat meter, lever and switch.

This is what injected poison and pain into his company commander's body.

"Turn this off."

"No, I can't allow such things to happen, because such assumptions are flawed, Talos, Talos, you hear me Please turn off your sword, my master."

Talos did not respond, but raised the sword, and Uthas laughed.

"Don't!!!"

Ditrian made a sharp, weaponized scream, and any mortal in this range would be shocked

Loss of mobility, but Talos' helmet makes him immune to such performances.

He himself has used the same scream as a weapon many times.

"Talos, please, please-no!"

In the painful cry of the mechanical bishop, the long sword swung down, the energy field attached to the blade and An explosion occurred between the delicate mechanical devices of the console, throwing hot shards across the room.

The violent shock wave even tore the surrounding cables one after another, all the tools were lifted off, and the servants and staff all fell to the ground.

After a while, Talos stood up in the silent aftermath.

His first thought was strange—Uthas no longer pulled the trigger of the chain axe.

Through the thin smoke, he saw his brother standing by the wall and Dieterian standing in the middle of the floor of the room.

The stagnation field is still active with the limbs that imprison the fearless, making a buzzing sound enough to make the Prophet’s teeth itchy.

But the screaming has stopped, and the sterile room is filled with activity to some extent because of its disappearance, just like the abundant ozone in the air after a rainstorm.

Talos stared at the towering war machine, waiting, listening-his senses were keenly waiting for any change.

As he expected, there is nothing left.

Ten company commander, war philosopher, Macarion, probably has returned to the throne of Eternal Night.

But Talos does not regret it, because this is the only thing he can do for his former company commander.

Ditellian hovered around the destroyed console, spreading out his auxiliary arm to pick up a large piece of smoking wreckage.

"No--"

Humanized grief finally appeared in the voice of mechanical bishop.

"This is unacceptable, simply unacceptable, no no no—"

Talos couldn't help but smile awkwardly.

"It's over."

He was obviously sighed in relief.

"I'm also sorry for breaking you--"

"Talos!"

Suddenly, a voice rang loudly and loudly. Enough to make the deck rumble.

At the same time, the door of the sterile room opened, and Cyrion walked in, threw a skull into the air, and caught it every time it fell.

Obviously, it was a skull on his armor, but now the chain is broken, and the remaining part rattles on his hips.

He stopped and looked around. Talos and Uthas stood together, staring at fearless, Dieterian stood on the other side with open arms.

Staring like a Legion soldier.

"Talos!"

The loud communication language was repeated again.

"I can't move."

When he heard this voice, Cyrion laughed.

"Company Captain Macarion is awake again? Isn't it worth spreading the word throughout the ship?"

"Cyrian, wait..."

Talos whispered, with a sense of caution.

"Syrion!"

Fearless chanted.

"You are still alive, it seems that miracles will never stop."

"I saw that you are really good again, company commander."

Syrion Walked to the fearless chassis and looked up at the coffin locked in the armor shell.

He grabbed the skull again.

"So."

He said to the huge war machine.

"Where should I start? This is a list of stories that happened while you were sleeping..."