The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"This object is biologically stable!"

Dietrian's voice was louder, overshadowing the scream.

"He has also entered a state of mental stability."

"Do you think this sounds like mental stability?"

The prophet still did not look back.

"Don't you hear the scream?"

"I can hear it."

Uthas interrupted him.

"Very bitter music."

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

Dietrian defended immediately.

"I believe this shows—"

"Do not."

Talos shook his head.

"No, don’t talk to me about this nonsense, Dieterian, I know you are still human, this is not a "voicing pain response", it is screaming, you know, what Lukovus thinks of you Yes, no one can imagine this kind of scream, and truly transcendent as you said... You understand fear and pain, I know you understand, whether you wear power armor or not, you are one of us ."

"It's just screaming."

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

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

"Then 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, the hero of our legion."

"The hero you want to murder."

Talos turned to look at the tech 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 that even if I try-the next is wrong, because this He violated his last wish! You locked 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, but in a brief pause, the scream did not abate.

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

"I have rejected that way."

Talos still did not invalidate his sword.

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

"But I can control it well—"

"Really enough! Throne of Flames, this is why Van Jode loses his mind! Infighting, quarreling... The fierce claws are killing each other with knives in the dark! I might not want my brothers to put me on the basis of this idiot. Seat! I am here now, 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 ends my life! Do you know what I mean?"

Of course, Talos knew that Dieterian certainly did not. To the auditory receptors of the mechanical priest, all this sounds meaningless, and any behavior based on emotional chemical processes will be eliminated and ignored.

"Yes it is."

But he still succumbed.

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

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

With his back to the bishop, he climbed onto the coffin with one hand, and made a buzzing sound when the power sword quickly passed 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.

"do not do that."

Dietrian spoke out his final objection.

"This action violated our oath to the Eighth Army."

Talos ignored him at all.

"Forgive me, company commander."

He raised his sword, the tip of the sword facing the carved pattern.

"and so on."

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-ta sound.

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

Talos turned to Dieterian.

"What does he mean?"

The bishop of technology 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."

Uthas was still beating the axe with a soft, sonorous rhythm.

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

Talos glanced-at Dietrian.

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

"I have sixteen slave processes that perform continuous diagnostics."

At this moment, Uthas finally raised his head, and the **** 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 order?"

"That technology is forbidden to leak."

"Of course, you don't need to be very detailed, 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 fix you, I just want to know what you did to my company commander there."

"Well... it's a drug that combines synaptic enhancement pulses and electricity to sustain life, mainly a combination of chemical stimulants and invasive physiological stabilizers."

"Sounds quite complicated."

Talos has been ignorant of his own craft for a long time~www.ltnovel.com~ He can't even understand some of the terms the bishop said.

"It's been a long time since you played the role of a pharmacist."

Uthas' smile could be seen in his tone.

"Should I find that skinner?"

Talos couldn't help laughing when he heard the confused brother joking.

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

Talos' words made the mechanical bishop a little uncomfortable. He twisted his neck and replied:

"Not so. This-Macarion has always been a troublesome project. It takes extraordinary effort and focus to wake him up."

"But he is awake now."

Talos pointed to the machines.

"Since he is awake, why should he maintain this ritual?"