The Emperor’s Angel of Death

In order to regain a battleship, they lost another battleship and lost their leader. When they were out of pursuit, the soldiers of the Broken Eagle felt that they had fallen into a dark and ironic joke.

Only him, with a complicated mood, walked 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, and is illuminated by the granular light of nearly thirty display screens used for external image feedback.

They projected their gray glare all over the navigation room, bleaching the central round table like snow. The smell of the nutrient solution floated in the air.

She is not in the water.

In the months since they won the Cursed Echo, even when half of the ship’s hull was rubbed or washed by flames, when she needed to maintain the deepest contact with the ship’s machine soul, the navigator Ou Tavia will use the nutrient pond 5.

The former pharmacist of the Eighth Legion and the leader of the Broken Eagle gang is also a prophet. Talos Varkolan, nicknamed "Soul Hunter", has contacted and learned about the former prisoners in the pilot room, and has a deep understanding of most pilot The reason why the staff refused 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 book, and the not unpleasant smell of natural oils in her hair. Washed.

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 that show them orbiting around them, and the contrasting moons.

"Ottavia."

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

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

"you're awake."

She said, did not stop her movements.

"Just like you."

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

There was a half smile on her lips.

"What did you dream of?"

"I basically don't remember anything."

The soldier pointed to the world on the screen in front of her.

"Do you know the name of this world?"

She nodded.

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

Talos shook his head.

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

He sighed lightly.

"Home, at least our second home, in Nostram

After that, it was Sargulasa, a decadent world. "

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

"I know."

"Then what do you want to do?"

"I do not know."

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

"This room is always cold."

She looked up at 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 didn't shine so far from Tyra, and the edge area was darker than darkness."

"Can I ask what it feels like?"

The navigator played with the hairpin 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 shadows, each of which is darker than one?"

He shook his 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, and the indifferent tumors swimming alone,"

"Tubula?"

"I can only describe them this way, huge, indescribable venom and painful entity, with malicious intelligence."

Talos nodded.

"It may be the soul of false gods."

"How can they be called hypocrisy?"

"I do not know."

She shivered.

"The place where we sailed before, even if we were far away from the star torch, was still illuminated by the emperor's light. No matter how far we sail, you can always see shadows passing by the edges, and invisible demons swimming through the torture of the liquid...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 literally blind wayfinding, like being erased by the wind that disappears in a flash."

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

"But we got here anyway and did a beautiful job."

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

"We should pay attention to this?"

Ottavia shrugged.

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

"We're here, that's important."

Another moment of silence struck between the two of them.

This time, it was Talos who spoke first.

"A long time ago, we had a fortress here, a castle made up of black stones and twisted spires. Our Primarchs dreamed of it one night, and then it took hundreds of thousands of slaves to build it. It took more than 20 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 loud roar from a loudspeaker.

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

She shook her head.

"No, never."

"The original body transforms this eternal world, matches the original sin in his mind, builds walls with flesh and blood... Living people are cast into the style of this building, as exquisite as they have been processed by witchcraft, and the ground is covered with machines. The living faces made by the servants.

He shook his 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 cry and want to come out, the faces on the floor wailing and crying."

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

"That sounds like subspace."

He glanced at her and murmured thanks.

"Sorry, you know exactly what that sounds like,"

She nodded, but said nothing.

"The most evil thing is that you become immune to this crying chorus. Those painful sounds become bearable. After a while, you find that you enjoy it very much. When you are surrounded by sin, thinking becomes simple. At first the torture was meaningless, 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 the legion's admonition, just as he believes in it."

As Talos knelt by the seat, Ottavia began to panic again.

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

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

She was shocked again.

He was originally handsome--if it weren't for the cold eyes and the pale skin of a corpse.

Talos is like a statue, a demigod carved from marble, because of his monotonous and charming, but also uncomfortable to observe.

"This is not unnecessary atrocities. This is admonition. The Primarch understands law and order-civilization will only continue based on the fear of punishment. Human beings are not peaceful animals. They are creatures that create wars and conflicts. They want to force these beasts. When we become civilized, there must be someone who reminds those who harm the general public that they will be brutally tortured... Once upon a time, we were convinced that the emperor wanted us to take on this important task. He wanted us to be angels of death. Once upon a time, we were angels of death."

She blinked her eyes for nearly a minute or so.

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

"Please keep talking."

She fights for more.

"But some people say that he betrayed us. Once our role is achieved, he will abandon us. Others claim that we should loosen our collar. We have overplayed our established roles, and we have become The beast we were going to suppress."

He saw the question in her eyes flashed past.

"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 darkness, only shrouded by the armored eyepieces and the dim light on the gray screen.

"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, suddenly the lights returned, and the topic did not continue.

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

"Did no one lead the team after your father died?"

"The legions were scattered into companies and battle groups, each according to its owner... The existence of Primarch once encouraged us to unite. Without him, many looting gangs traveled farther from Sargulasa and stayed outside. It will take longer."

When Talos said this, he couldn't hide his sigh.

"Years have passed, many people have stopped returning, and many company commanders or lords have claimed that they are the heirs of the Midnight Ghost, but every voice has been refuted by others. Nowadays, no one can unite the rebellious legion. That’s it. Although I hate him, Abaddon’s success made him stand out from us. His name spread throughout the empire, Abaddon the Predator, Abaddon the Chosen, not Horus."

Ottavia's uncontrollable shudder, she knew the name, she had heard it in the whispers of Terra's Hall of Power.

Abaddon, the enemy, the death of the empire, and the language of his triumph in the last century of mankind is overflowing under the throne of the Emperor.

"Only one person."

Talos changed his head.

"There is only one person who can keep his title and not be betrayed by his brothers. At least he has survived his brother's betrayal so far. But even he has struggled when he reunited the Legion, but there are too many ideas in the Legion. There are too many conflicts and expectations."

"His name?"

"Yago Savitarion."

The prophet said quietly:

"We call him the prince of the crows, but it is said that he died when he besieged Tyra Palace, a long time since my father died."

She hesitated before speaking.

"Makushen and I talked about him."

"Makuchen came to talk to you?"

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

"You are not the only one who tells the story, you know."

"What did he say?"

"He is your brother, and even someone you never tried to kill, you should be able to guess."

The black eyes of the Prophet flickered due to certain suppressed emotions, and she could not call it happy or bored.

"I still don’t know much about Markushen~www.ltnovel.com~ He most often describes the great rebellion. He tells me that his brothers died on the walls of the imperial palace, or the holy war against the angels, and In the centuries that followed, he liked to write down these things, what they did and their deaths, do you know?"

Talos shook his head, without knowing it.

"How does he tell about the crow prince?"

"He said 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 Devourers also said that they had a company commander who was promoted to the choice of a **** by a blood-thirsty god."

Ottavia didn't laugh.

"When will you land?"

"immediately."