Chapter 314 On the Verge of Breaking Out

The Night Lord tried to ignore the Imperial Skyhawk emblems clearly visible on the edge of his helmet's retinal vision.

Apparently, whether it was because of the tight time limit or some people did not realize that this was a problem, Dietrian and his mechanical brethren did not remove the traces of the Empire when modifying and reconfiguring the internal systems of these exquisite Terminator armors. This requires its wearer to spend some time getting used to, but the tactical dreadnought armor - that is, the precious Terminator armor is worth getting used to, especially after the weapons on these armors that originally had little ammunition and energy were fully reloaded.

Cerion carried his new power weapon and twin-linked grenade launcher in a posture that was not very accustomed to, and walked through the ruined halls and the alert crowd with a lightness that was inconsistent with the huge weight and size of the Terminator armor he wore, and came to their thoughtful father.

"My Lord."

"Sai."

"How are you?"

His gene-father - still wearing only a shirt and toga, and wearing the Terra-style noble sandals made for him by Octavia's servants in her busy schedule - in the words of the navigator, "I didn't expect that one day I would start to fall in love freely on a ship like this, and start to practice the knowledge and skills of how to be the head of a noble family in an exiled territory that I thought I would never use. To me, this is more tiring than letting the Cursed Echo conduct ten warp attacks."

As for why it is still regrettable that they have not been able to ask the Primarch to put on the familiar midnight power armor again, because even if they now have an Astartes cruiser, the resources on it are still a drop in the bucket for "making a set of power armor that can be used by the Gene Primarch from scratch" - not to mention that the mineral reserves of the planet under their feet are almost low to a level that is not worth developing.

So the being he asked about was now on a makeshift couch, leaning against a huge red cushion, opening his eyes with a tired look, and carefully looked at Cyrion with his black eyes.

"I'm fine, Cyrion, but if you don't tell me what you want to ask right away, one of us will be in trouble. And I think that person is definitely not me."

(*You start to speak a bit like one of my annoying brothers. But I haven't remembered who it is yet.)

"Forgive me for a little doubt and I beg you to answer it for me, my lord."

"Go ahead."

"As the First Claw - I know part of Talos' past prophecies, and I have seen and heard it with my own eyes. How do you know that those alien fleets with sophisticated equipment, mysterious but flexible warp navigation capabilities and sufficient numbers - they also have the power of prediction. I mean."

"I admire your courage, Cyrion, and you deserve the name I call you." The Primarch smiled, revealing his teeth, and those shark-like teeth that were now brushed to a shiny white looked dark and hungry under the dim light.

"You are questioning my power - questioning the words and orders of your Primarch, your father? Hmm?"

Invisible pressure spread outward from the Primarch leaning on the soft couch, and the servants murmured prayers in Nostramo and knelt down to their returned master.

(*A satisfied grunt) That's it, that's it, you are too weak and too gentle to everyone! Let them fear you! Fear is my armor and my weapon! The power of justice is born in fear! )

Serion of the First Claw knelt down with difficulty in the Terminator armor, and took off the armor helmet, trying to show his vulnerable throat to his master, and at the same time performed the ancient etiquette of the Legion, which means "giving the heart to the other party".

"My Lord. I'm just... too curious. The desire of curiosity tortures me, whips me, and drives me to you."

(Oh, it's true that he has some wrong desires. I originally thought that the last attack of the Cursed Echo had drained all the unpleasant things from my offspring, but this one is obviously very cunning and hidden deeper, making him unconsciously pursue the pleasure of being slowly tortured and torn by the hands of the father of genes. This kind of thing, um, boring primitive interest, but.)

"... But it does fit my impression of a certain existence."

(* (In the background, there are hissing, breathing, screaming, and something crackling and rolling)

"... Where are you fighting with whom? Hello? Hello? Forget it." Ramizane cast his eyes on Cyrion, whose eyes began to become a little dull and empty. The purple shadow deep in his black pupils was being quickly Rapid erosion, "Oh, although it seems that there is no need to explain now, I will still say it: because Conrad Curz saw more, that's it."

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When the twenty-four void ships from the Usvi Ark gracefully docked in the high orbit outside the Tissaguarsa, the Cursed Echo and the Crown Coronation, which were ordered to hide in advance, found that the other party seemed to be just waiting - or, in other words, very confident and purposeful.

"No signs of large-scale landing ships and sensor scanning signals were detected. The only landing signals were flashing on the ground - they all went to the location mentioned by His Highness."

"Maybe the number of aliens landing on the ground is not large, and they can handle it completely."

"I don't know, but... I have a feeling that something is coming from the nearby subspace, Septimus."

"What is it?"

Octavia frowned tightly when asked, almost feeling painful. At the same time, the navigators and astropaths on the Crown Coronation were also under great pressure.

"I... I don't know, Septimus, but that thing is different from other dark things... It is, it has a shape that can be described... Oh my God, the throne is above!"

She screamed and tried to cover her third eye, cursing the Echo roaring in the waves of the warp and circling its tail to protect her, showing its sharp teeth to the evil guest.

"It's fire, it's a giant, it's a huge bird with flames all over its body!"

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"I see what we are going to deal with, brothers." At the same time, under lightning and thunder, Lufricks and his blood-eyed brothers dug their claws deep into the remaining walls, and as the only scouts on the ground, they witnessed the entry of the aliens and the arrival of "her".

The Aida alien did not land here from the sky.

Their strange, lanky figures wearing elongated helmets appeared directly behind every shadow and wall of the ruins, and under the watchful eyes of the raptors, they formed dozens of destruction teams and killing teams silently and entered the depths of the catacombs.

"Ghosts, boats made of bones and memories, the souls of dead aliens in the container, driving them."

"Usvi." One of the blood eyes, Volosha, hissed. "So this is why there are so many ships but not so many people, they don't have so many alive."

"Act according to the plan." The blood eye commander warned his brothers, and then they caught a unique engine operation sound-the soaring eagle warriors of the Aida alien began to appear on the tower ruins two hundred meters away.

Before starting to engage in the battle according to the "trick pony" given to them by the primarch, Lufricks looked at the timer: the first step of the plan time above has been triggered on time and is counting down.

"Bleeding Eyes." He smiled sincerely for the first time in so many years under his helmet, "Fly. The hunt begins."

As for "her" ending...

It's a pity that I can't witness it with my own eyes. I must ask Talos for a wonderful battle video when I go back, which just covers the one when the original body died ten thousand years ago.

The Blood Eye Commander thought happily.