Chapter 298 Crowning

(*So you're telling me that after driving me to use my cursed powers and making me fucking dizzy and watching the whole thing, you came to the conclusion that we have to find a way to take down the ship that wants to kill us all intact and without casualties today, just because its damn name is the Coronation?!)

"Why are you so excited? Yes, that's it. By the way, it's not just because of its name, but also because its captain is called Aeneas. - I just explained the relationship between the two to you."

(*This... these are just some coincidences, not to the extent of omen metaphors, and cannot be used as a basis for action! - And Fan Zhuo De is not here, if he is here, maybe it can be done. )

"Fan Zhuo De? Talos has already reported his ending. To me, this ending is actually not bad - besides, don't you know what everyone should do? You just don't want to get to know them one by one? Now it seems that if you had a meeting with Skalyvok at that time, with your ability, you would at least know a lot of things later. Nostramo poisoned not only his people, but also had a counterproductive effect on the use of your talent. To be honest, I feel that there must be some unruly people in the warp who want to harm you."

The Midnight Children listened silently to the Night King's mumbling. When these names were mentioned, many people moved their bodies uneasily.

(*…Wait, wait! When I get my body back, I will cut you into a thousand pieces with the most brutal and delicate methods! Let you howl for seven days and seven nights! (A sharp roar like a baby crying))

“It is indeed a very deterrent threat. It sounds like even the tail hair is blown up. It is really a terrible feather duster.”

(*Bah!…If you can continue to let Malcharion coax that stupid kid with that damn patience, indeed, I saw that after a while, you can trick them closer and then conduct a deceptive boarding battle, but within today, intact? If your fantasy succeeds, then I can even not pursue the damn Leon and Sanguinius who should be stuffed into the star and burned alive!)

“…Oh, that’s what you said.”

(*(Alert hissing) What do you want to do?)

“Nothing.” Ramizarn turned his eyes to Talos on the side.

The prophet who received the signal from the Gene Father stepped forward and was ready to be deployed. The First Claws surrounded him with silent and dark pride, forming a circle of claws and bat-winged skull faces around their father, forming a night fortress decorated with a night fortress. The broken imperial eagle emblem silently reflected the faint light of the instrument panel on their worn-out breastplates that were polished to a shine.

Now the "Midnight Ghost" is perched high on the brand-new throne in the center of the bridge command deck of the Cursed Echo.

According to the highest instructions of the Lord of the Night, this deck has now been re-washed, arranged, and decorated by the slaves who were temporarily brought up from the lower deck. The row of heads, human skins, and corpse skeletons that were originally hanging on the portholes and the top of the command deck - including the half of the Astartes corpse that was originally hanging in the middle - which originally belonged to the Midnight Lord wizard Luwen - was also taken down.

The thick dirt and complex black mud on the steps and the floor were carefully removed bit by bit with a shovel and a cleaning agent (from Ditrian's (forced) invention). The shoveled mud and non-combustible garbage were directly pushed into the atmosphere and burned. The people on the surface of the planet were surprised to see that for the first time, a little gold shone in the silent and gloomy sky of Thessaguasa for thousands of years.

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"She is here, my lord."

Lami Zahn nodded, and then the Night Lords parted like a night curtain with lightning, revealing the mortal woman behind.

It can be seen that the slave navigator has done his best to dress himself up for this audience.

Her long hair was combed up into a bun, wrapped in a headscarf, and the third eye on her forehead was covered with a black ribbon. Her uniform was still wrinkled and dirty, but better than that of most of the crew on the ship-navigators always have privileges, and more likely she has not joined them long enough.

Octavia stepped forward and performed an elegant and ancient kneeling salute to the Lord of the Night in the etiquette of Terra nobles.

"Your Highness. Eurydice of the Melvarion family, Octavia (No. 8) of the Talos master, comes at your call." She said, although she looked nervous, her movements were meticulous.

Many people who witnessed this scene only realized at this moment what kind of status was sitting on this tall bronze throne.

All the mortal officers on the bridge, no matter what style and color of uniforms they wore, some were the old and shabby uniforms of the legion, and some were the red clothes of the Red Corsair slave officers, at this moment, they all showed awe from the bottom of their hearts, not fear or fear, this is a respect for the living and powerful proof of the glorious existence of the human empire ten thousand years ago.

"Very good," the pale demigod nodded to her, "the people on Terra will never know what precious treasures they have given away casually, the eighth sequence, the eighth daughter, the eighth slave. Talos of the Eighth Legion."

"My Lord."

"Your slave will serve me now."

"As you wish."

The dark eyes turned to the trembling but firmly standing navigator girl, "Well, I won't tell you any secrets. Now I need you to guide this ship to complete an ultra-short subspace jump. You can get the specific parameters from the Master of the Oracle and the Get them from the Mistress of Communication, and use your channel ability to paralyze them with a directed psychic storm after the jump. Talos, Valiel, and Dietrian will all assist you."

"Your Highness..." Octavia was obviously at a loss, "I have never tried doing this... maybe I can try to knock out their navigator through guidance..."

"It's everyone on that ship. Including the ship, mortals, officers and Astartes." The Night King's tone was calm and certain. Talos felt his eyelids beating wildly under his helmet. "Your psychic energy reserve is almost There will definitely be shortcomings, but don’t worry, your ability and responsibility lies in guiding without interference.”

His dark eyes turned to the lined-up Fierce Claws, their eyes reflecting pink, red or blue light, "We happen to have some things here that are not very clean but are rich in psychic nutrients, which are very suitable for what we are going to play." Firewood for Siren’s Song.”

"Your Highness..." Octavia looked like she was about to faint, "I..."

"If you do it, in the name of the Lord of the Eighth Legion, I will allow your child to choose any path he wants to choose, and he will always be protected by myself and the Legion."

Talos and Sirion both looked extremely disapproving of the idea, but said nothing.

(*…Are you sure that being ‘protected by Conrad Curze and the Night Lords’ is something to be proud of and fight for?)

But Curze's voice soon disappeared.

Because everyone saw it, a glimmer of light immediately returned to the navigator's eyes, sweat began to flow down her forehead, and the smell of fear was replaced by another smell.

She caressed her barely visible bulge.

"Yes." Lamizane promised, "Adequate nutrition, a stable environment, normal education, and absolute protection. He can choose to be whatever he wants."

"He? Your Highness, is he...a boy?"

"Yes, a boy. A healthy boy."

Silent exclamations spread like ripples among the mortal crew, spreading farther and farther, and hope began to rekindle in the eyes of every old man.

Talos knew why. The reproduction of the crew on the Cursed Echo was always a problem. Plundering new slaves was not easy for the Broken Warband, which was becoming increasingly scarce and lacked basic equipment and resources. They were unwilling to rely on the Black Legion and the Red Pirates. Or as a result of any Chaos Power they are slowly decaying and dying.

The last and only Voidchild to be successfully born during their wandering journey of hundreds or ten thousand years had just died in a Blood Angels raid.

And now they have news of a new baby, and he is predicted by their monarch to be born and grow up healthily.

"I understand." The navigator raised her head, her eyes becoming determined, "I will do it. Your Highness."

"Very good." They saw a pale smile appear on the face of the Night Lord, and few realized that he was dressed in rags. He cursed the Echo and enjoyed the feeling of being controlled by a powerful helmsman again after ten thousand years.

"The crown of night has been lost long ago. So, let's start from here and let the crown brought by Aeneas crown me."