God Emperor’s Angel of Death

"I heard that most of your predictions come from dreams."

Talos felt a shock, and the other's eyes were full of understanding and regret.

"This should not be the first time you have handed yourself over to the judgment of fate. I can feel this in your character."

Soshian's words peeled away from the past. The scab left, as if Talos was now a specimen nailed under his calm gaze.

Talos stared back at each other.

He still remembers the fall of the sky, and he also remembers his whereabouts along with it.

He still remembers Shire's face and his last grin, and the smelly wind on Holy Terra with the dead brothers.

Spirit Race tried every means to kill him, and he also planned to leave himself in that Death World.

This is what he saw and should have happened, but in the end it changed.

Does it need power to change destiny?

"I can see that being an Astarte hollowed you out, and then left a void in your heart. People might say that this is the ashes brought by the scars of the soul, which is very hurt. People."

Talos tried to bring his attention back to the present, but he couldn't do it.

They left him and became dust and defiled ruins.

They abandoned him, in the bloody hell of the dead mountain.

He can only continue to run about a war about revenge and a broken future...

Soshian continues his words.

"...giving up is not far from pain, you hope it can be so, because it is better to accept than the truth...but it has nothing left, no hope, no relief, No forgiveness."

Talos remained silent, but he could feel his heart full of irritating blood, his muscles were slightly tightened, and his skin was prickled by sweat.

After that, he took a deep breath to calm his body.

Soshian pulled into each other's distance and looked at him less than half a meter apart.

With a long pause, Soshian frowned.

He took the lighting ball off the iron bracket and moved closer, the heat irritating Talos' bare face.

"Wait, your eyes..."

Soshian tilted his head and took a step back, then took a scalpel from the table on the side and raised it to In front of Talos.

"Look at it."

Talos widened his eyes and found that on the silver-plated surface, he had a slightly distorted face, but that was not the point.

The key is that his eyes, the iconic black eyes of the eighth Legion, turned into deep purple at this moment, just like that crazy subspace.

"How come..."

Soshian looked at Talos, his face showed nothing, but in his heart, all kinds of speculation Gushing out.

Does Talos' abnormality mean that he has been seriously polluted by subspace?

Or he has become a Chinese dish of Dark Divinity?

Maybe this prophet is not as valuable as Saivita said.

But in any case, it’s just that Talos is not a person who can make judgments very quickly-he is a very complex person with strong emotions and desires. In this regard, he does not even Too much like an Astarte.

"Do you know what's going on with you?"

Soshian asked slightly sharply.

"I don't know anything."

"There is a smell of lies in your words, although very few."

Talos looked away, Soshian then smiled at him, his grinning mouth splitting his face in the rays of light.

"So I also have a question, what brought you to Nathan Six, Prophet?"

Talos turned back and stared at him.

"I saw my death, right here."

"But you are not dead. This may prove that your prediction is not always correct."

"This is only one time."

"Can you change your understanding, fate is not immutable?"

For a moment, Talos felt that he saw Soshian Some things displayed on the face, some things broke the mask of subtle control.

His eyes wandered in the shadows, and the Prophet once again felt the touch of fate, a firm belief and primordial ambition in the narrow cell.

Then everything disappeared, returning to the imperceptible senses.

But Talos has seen it.

In that flash of light, he caught a glimpse of something, a slowly rotating, yellow and green planet, surrounded by an unstoppable intense anger and impulse——

Talos' distraction for a moment was also caught by Soshian. He stared at him,

"...Did you just see something?"

Talos opened his mouth, and he felt that his tongue was ready to make words and sentences-revealing the scene he had just seen.

He can tell the truth, he can say it in a few words, he feels the temptation to say these words, and the need to solve these unanswered questions.

But he really wants to help this unpredictable Eleven Legion?

Talos still doesn’t know what new arrangements fate has made for him, but what he can be sure of is that he will never surrender, and will never stand on a “loyal” position again. Even if Soshian said it was true, he hated the eighth Legion.

But he is still the son of the eighth Legion. This is an unshakable fact.

The rotten Imperium will never be his home.

Talos only said in a tranquil voice after a long time:

"I didn't see anything."

Soshian nodded, he His eyes are like a shining obsidian inlaid on ash-gray's face.

"Very well."

He put on his robe and hood, and walked to the door.

"I will be back, son of the eighth Legion. At that time, I will decide your fate."

Loken closed his eyes and plunged himself into total darkness.

Suddenly, Soshian, who was about to leave, stopped.

"By the way, those people are very good. Primaris Apothecary named Valler is under review. We need to get some information from him, but you can rest assured that they are all peaceful means, and that As for the husband and wife, I have let them go incognito and live in a peaceful place. You don’t have to worry about them. As for the mechanical bishop named Dietrian, he is very happy to accept his new identity and is now working hard to atone for everything he did in the past. "

Talos opened his eyes abruptly.

"You are the most despicable pseudo-emperor running dog I have ever seen."

Soshian didn't speak, but looked at him quietly.

"I see, the world you are looking for, Ulano."

The prophet said in a plain tone:

"Go find one There is a world with a large desert and a forest. In addition, it is threatened by a powerful force. I guess that force should be green skin."

Soshian nodded.

"Thank you."

Talos snorted, there is no answer.

"Do you think I was threatening you just now?"

The prophet laughed and still did not speak.

"I’m curious, Talos, why do you think I would use other people’s lives to threaten a chaos traitor? Don’t you know the character of chaos traitors?"

Talos' shoulders froze.

"In the past, will you accept this threat?"

The prophet gritted his teeth, he felt as if he had been fooled.

Soshian laughed.

"Talos Varkoran, as I said before, you are dead, the soul hunter of the eighth Legion is dead, you have returned to yourself, since you care about the lives of other people At the beginning, you no longer belong to the Midnight Lord."

As he said, he disappeared outside the cell.

Darkness has once again enveloped the world of Talos...