God Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Have you really decided like that?"

After hearing the words of the Prophet, Ottavia looked surprised,

Talos did not Looking directly at her, he walked around her throne, his gaze crossed the puddle, and thought of the previous owner of this room.

The man died in the filth and was torn to pieces by the first fierce claws.

Although Talos remembers this, he can't remember the name of the creature now. It's rare.

"Are you listening to me?"

Ottavia raised her voice a bit, her voice was so elegant and polite, that attracted Talos’ attention force.

"Yes."

"That's good."

The navigator sits on her throne, with one arm around her swollen belly .

She looks abnormally thin, which makes her pregnancy more prominent.

"How likely is Dieterian’s ship to escape the encirclement safely?"

Talos thinks it is meaningless to lie to her. He stares at her for a long time, letting time The rhythm of her heartbeat passed slowly.

"Your chances of surviving are almost ridiculously small, but you still have a chance."

"With Septims?"

"He It's our pilot."

"But he is more of a father--"

Talos immediately raised his hand as a warning.

"Be careful, Ottavia, don't mistakenly think that I can be moved by an emotional request... You know, I have also slapped child parents in front of them."

Ottavia gritted his teeth, but never wanted to compromise.

"So he...he will always follow me, you can't keep him here, I know him better than you."

"I haven't decided his fate yet ."

"What about you? What is your'destiny'?"

"Don't talk to me in that tone, I don't take arrogant tone, so save me Right."

"I'm sorry."

The navigator lowered his head.

"I...just angry."

"Understandable."

"Then what do you do? You just let those Xenos do Kill you?"

"Do you see what happened when we tried to escape? See how we broke through. One blockade after another smashed the bow of the ship? They won't let us. When I ran to the Great Eye, as soon as I screamed psychically, the noose began to wrap around us, their prophet was too strong, it kept staring at me, and I couldn’t leave...Ottavia, if If I delay any longer, I will lose my last chance to choose the location of the war."

"You did not answer my question."

"I must die."

Talos made a gesture to the monitors on the wall of her-row. Each monitor showed a different angle from the outside of the ship—each monitor had one eye staring at the flying star floating under the orbit.

"How can I make it clearer? Outside of this planet, the Xenos battleship is waiting for us... We are dead, Ottavia, that's it."

Speaking, the Prophet sighed, but there was no regret on his face.

"Get ready to leave spaceship. Take whatever you want. You have 11 hours before I never want to see you again."

After that,

He turned and left, and pushed away the two attendants who had not dispersed fast enough.

The navigator film watched him walk away. For the first time since he was caught, she tasted freedom, but she was not sure whether it was as pleasant as she remembered.

"Talos, you often say that Primarch is the least cherished creature in the galaxy, so why are you?"

Talos paused for half a second , And then the head will not disappear outside the hatch.

A few minutes later, the door of the pilot preparation room opened.

A giant appeared in the arch at the door.

Septims raised his head, holding Talos' helmet in his hand, and he has been doing final repairs to the lens of his left eye.

"Master?"

Talos walked in, and the sound of wolf howling and the buzzing of armor echoed in this simple room.

"Ottavia leaves the spaceship in 11 hours."

The prophet looked at each other.

"Your unborn child will go with her."

Septims is nodded, his eyes fixed on Talos' face.

"Dear master, I have guessed it."

Talos paced around the room, looking around, never staying on things for too long.

After that, he picked up the half-repaired pistols on the table, Ottavia's charcoal drawings, and some toys the size of his thumb—perhaps for a little life.

The most important thing is that there is a breath of life, a breath of personality, and a breath of a specific soul in this small space.

This is a human room.

Talos suddenly realized how empty and lifeless his own room was—except for the prophecies scrawled on the iron wall, there was no trace of personality.

The prophet closed his eyes. He tried to get some things in his mind, some things that he had forgotten for a long time...

At the end of the Great Expedition, the last one The midnight lords who stepped on the surface of Nastham were the warriors of the 10th, Twelfth, and 16th Company.

Homecoming is very rare, because few Astarte can see their homeland again, and Nasturm is hardly known for the honor brought by the children.

The parade is very humble, but very sincere.

When the expeditionary fleet was refueling at the dock of Nostronamo, the company commander leading the three companies made a gesture.

50 Astartes from each company will land on the planets and proceed from the spaceport along the main Roaming Great Dao of Quintus.

Talos remembered that even at the time, this was a strange emotional gesture.

He was blackened with the other nine Astartes in the first fierce claw that was already full.

During the parade, among the scary crowds, young Talos held his blaster tightly to his chest, and took off his helmet together with his brothers.

This experience was dazzling. Although at first there was almost no sound and almost no one cheered, the applause quickly turned into thunder.

In front of the children of Nether Soul at midnight, the contradictory people of Netherm abandoned their indifference and welcomed their warriors home.

The situation got worse when the crowd started calling out their names.

That is not an insult, but the real name.

It's not messy, but the crowds on both sides of the street shouted names at the Astartes, the reason even Talos couldn't guess.

In several places, the thin line that Law Enforcers set to block the crowd has been broken, and the firepower of the light weapons shot out violently, turning those who wanted to go with the Astartes into the crowd. Several people shot down, only a few people squeezed into the ranks of the marching warrior.

The people who squeezed into the queue glanced around as if they were lost, looking up at the faces of the walking warriors like drunk, frightened and fever animals.

An Old Lady harassed Charles, she was less than half his height.

"Where is he?"

She screamed, her thin hands clutching the marching warrior armor.

"Shire! Where is he? Answer me!"

As Shire moves on, Talos can see his anxiety from his brother’s face, Old Lady saw his gaze under her tousled white hair.

Talos immediately turned her head to look forward, but the old lady had already grasped his motionless arm with her weak hand.

"Look at me!"

She pleaded.

"Look at me!"

Talos didn't, he just kept going.

Old Lady cried and wailed behind him, and fell behind him.

"Look at me! I know it's you! Talos, look at me!"

Soon, a Law Enforcer ended her request with a gunshot.

Talos hated that he felt relieved at the time.

When the parade was over and he returned to the Dark, Charles was sitting on the sofa next to him.

Talos has never seen such a hesitant expression on his brother's face.

"That was not easy for each of us, but you did a good job, brother."

"What's the difference in what I did?"

Charles swallowed, as if there was a light behind his eyes.

"The woman, the one in the crowd, you...you didn't recognize her?"

Talos turned his head and looked at Shire carefully.

"I hardly saw her."

"She called your name."

Charles continued to ask.

"Do you really recognize her?"

"They are reading our name from our armor scroll, and she called your name too."

Charl stood up and prepared to leave. Talos stood up with him, his gauntlets tightly gripping his brother's shoulder armor.

"What did you find, talk about it, Charles."

"She is not saying our names, but she knows us, brother...she recognizes us , Even after twenty years and the changes brought about by Gene-seed, the throne, Talos...you must have recognized her."

"I didn’t, I swear, I only saw An Old Lady."

Charl shook his hand and got rid of Talos' control. He didn't turn around but his breathing became disordered. Then his words and the sound of the gunshot that silenced Old Lady's pleading The same is decisive.

"That old lady--"

Charr with his back to Talos said slowly:

"She was your mother."

For an instant, Talos opened his eyes suddenly, then walked towards the gate without looking back, and said loudly:

"Mortal Septims , I don’t need you anymore, get out, take your woman, and your child, get away, go to a place... where there is not so much blood."

In Sepp Under Tims's stunned gaze, Talos's back disappeared behind the closed gate.