Chapter 721 13 Sneaky

Chapter 721 13. Stealth

The shuttle slowly landed.

It was a model unique to Chemos, and its enthusiastic creators carefully designed a very special function for it: when landing, the shuttle would fold its wings like a real bird.

Of course, there was no benefit at all except for increasing costs and maintenance costs, but this did not prevent the Chemos people from waving their enthusiasm and constantly buying this model.

The hatch rose, and Anazion strode down. The fresh air that came towards him made him unconsciously twitch his lavender lips.

Before this, he had never smelled such a smell. Belisarius Cawl's private ship was filled with a pungent smell mixed with motor oil all day long. There was no so-called normal air at all, and the air in the fortress called Eagle Wing was faintly rotten.

Anazion didn't like that smell very much, but he thought it was understandable - any old building would probably have this smell. It was probably because the wood or something had reached its service life and needed to be replaced.

He happily pulled up his hood and wrapped his scarf, disguising himself as a tall and strong mysterious traveler, and slowly left the apron.

The think tank director suggested that he start his tour from the third city. It is said that the humanistic atmosphere here is the strongest on Chemos, and its policies are also very friendly to tourists, so there are endless tourists coming here every day.

Of course, the nobles and their bodyguards are indispensable. Thanks to the appearance of these mercenaries, modified people, enhanced people or Ogryn, Anazion's figure is not so conspicuous.

He soon left the tarmac and came to a busy street. The road was clean and tidy, with extremely wide sidewalks on both sides. Every few hundred meters, there was a big tree with lush crowns and green leaves, casting enough shade to cover many people.

The suspended vehicle sped through the middle of the road. Although it was very fast, there was rarely the roar of the traditional engine. Only the low and persistent hum mixed with the wind was drifting, which was completely negligible to ordinary people.

Anazion walked along the street and was completely fascinated by the countless shops of all kinds. His eyes under the hood almost stared straight - traditional Chemos costumes, trendy transportation, local specialties, war simulation games, and mysterious shops collecting antiques.

When he came to his senses, his clothes had been changed into a comfortable black casual suit. He also picked up a suitcase in his left hand, which was full of books. In his right hand, he held two skewers of fragrant roasted meat, which was tender and juicy, far better than the Belisarius Kaul special nutritional paste and other things he used to eat most.

Those things were bland and tasteless, and some even tasted bitter.

Anazion still remembered that he had once asked Kaul, or complained, why he couldn't get rid of the strange bitterness.

But Kaul just replied in the mocking tone he often used, saying that he didn't have time to waste on these things, and if Shouzhu didn't want to eat, then he could learn to cook by himself.

At that time, he still called me Shouzhu. Anazion thought.

He shook his head and continued to move forward, while slowly eating the roasted meat in his hand, chewing it carefully and patiently every time. He would not swallow it until he used his teeth to completely turn the meat in his mouth into fine fibers.

He was a little reluctant to finish them, but now he wanted to find a place to read the books he had just bought. Ten minutes later, he finished the barbecue and followed the signs on the roadside to a park in the city.

The top of the place was covered with a small ecological dome, and the inside was full of green. All kinds of plants grew wildly here, and the most basic grass could even grow to Anazion's waist.

He couldn't help but be a little surprised, and at the same time he understood why the park was not as crowded as outside.

He casually found a piece of grass to sit down, opened the suitcase given by the bookstore, took out a book from it, and began to read carefully.

However, he didn't know what happened. He didn't even finish reading a book, and he felt very sleepy in the soft sunshine. Anazion didn't even have time to notice that there was something wrong, so he sat down and closed his eyes.

The book in his hand was spread on his knees, and the breeze blew, turning the pages. A butterfly with beautiful spots slowly flew over and landed on one of the lines of words.

".I heard that the north of my homeland has now become a green hell. Affected by the climate, harsh and humid jungles surround the city, followed by poisonous insects and snakes, and my compatriots are suffering and sinking in it, unable to escape."

Where am I?

With a confused and illusory feeling of drifting, Anazion slowly regained consciousness.

He breathed in a daze and walked around by instinct. East for a while, west for a while, aimlessly, until his feet sank into a rotten quagmire and were difficult to pull out, Anazion blinked and looked down.

But he still didn't realize the strangeness of his current situation, and his attention was completely focused on how to leave this quagmire. He pulled his legs out with great effort, looked around, and saw large patches of dead trees.

Their sickly yellow leaves were still densely hanging on the branches, maintaining a vitality in a completely counterintuitive way, while also blocking the sun's rays, making the forest and swamp dim and dark.

Where am I?

This question came to Anazion's mind again, but it still didn't make him feel real.

He ignored this rational, reliable and anxious voice, and stopped thinking about how to leave the quagmire. Instead, he slowly walked into the depths of the increasingly dark jungle.

Some insects kept chirping, and poisonous snakes hovered on the branches of dead trees and slowly spit out their tongues, then entangled their long scarlet tongues and connected them one by one.

The rotten and humid breeze left the leaves that suddenly swayed, rushed to Anazion, hovered over his head, made him dizzy and his eyes were dull.

What's wrong with me?

The voice of reason came for the third time, and finally, he stopped in confusion and sniffed. An extremely strong desire suddenly broke through the quiet and dead atmosphere of corruption around him-air!

Anazion heard this desire whispering slowly.

I need air.

So he breathed, normal breathing. The strong smell rushed into his nasal cavity. The smell could not be simply described by the descriptor "stinky", it was more like a concept.

Anazion could not understand what it meant yet, but he had a feeling that he would never understand what it meant.

The urge to vomit followed closely, rushing deep into his soul.

He bent down uncontrollably, opened his mouth, and felt something containing heat leaving his body, but he could not see what it looked like, so he could only guess.

What was it? Solid? Fluid? Was it a fragment of food? No, he didn't think so, he felt that it was something else, something that was extremely important to him and to any life.

The voice of reason suddenly roared, and at this moment, it sounded very familiar to Anazion - it almost sounded like Belisarius Cawl was speaking to him.

"Resist it, First Cast! And leave! Turn back and find a way out of here!"

Anazion didn't understand why he did this, but he followed this advice. He was Belisarius Cawl's creation, what was wrong with obeying the orders of the creator?

He turned around blankly and stiffly, following the footprints in the mud to where he came from. The insects continued to chirp, and the air in the forest was gradually becoming humid. The dim yellow leaves were covered with turbid water droplets, and something that looked like insects and snakes was licking them.

The ground suddenly trembled.

Dark brown mud splashed everywhere, leaves swirled and fell, the light danced wildly, and countless insects flapped their wings and took off, making high-frequency and sharp chirping sounds.

They were speaking a unique language, but fortunately, Shouzhu couldn't understand it at all. He just walked back along the footprints, ignoring the trembling ground, the boiling mud, and the dark swarm of insects that gradually blocked the sky-until he tripped over something.

Shouzhu looked down, his whole body trembled, and fear immediately struck his heart.

Vines, dark green vines. Thick and slippery, lying under his feet like dead things, but trembling in reality.

He had seen them once.

Anazion roared and woke up.

——

The shuttle slowly landed.

Jairzinho Guzman and Saul Tavitz walked down slowly, both in their casual clothes.

A boy followed them, wrapping his coat tighter. His face was very pale, and he often frowned while walking, as if he was still enduring pain.

Guzman looked at him with concern, then squatted down and whispered: "Does it hurt again?"

Sarron nodded with a low gasp, and the boy's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. It had been twenty-four hours since Cawl injected the alien potion into his body, and the pain was back, and even more severe.

Guzman asked Cawl about this again - and the great sage answered him very honestly.

He said that this might be because the Eldar are proficient in the art of torture, and they like to inject "deception" in batches to give prisoners who have lost all senses a little time to recover themselves.

During this short break, the prisoners' perception will become more acute, and the various addictions they already have will more severely destroy their bodies.

The Eldar will take this opportunity to satisfy their addictions, and then immediately inject more deception. After a few rounds, even the most stubborn prisoners will fall into despair.

And you actually injected this thing into a child? !

No mistake, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

Guzman recalled his roar at the time, and his expression became gloomy again.

He believed that this cooperation would be very difficult, and there was a high possibility of physical conflict between him and Kaul.

After all, he was a medical officer, and Kaul was a researcher with no bottom line. Although the two had certain similarities, their positions were completely opposite in the final analysis, and they could quarrel over almost anything.

Take Sarron, who temporarily left Eagle Wing at this time. Due to Fulgrim's request, Cawl had to destroy the pure genetic material in his hand and return to his private car to copy a new one.

For this, they got 48 Terra hours of free time. Guzman believed that without pure genetic material, Cawl's plan could not be carried out, so he planned to use this time to take Sarron to see his mother.

Two days later, the boy will embark on a road that no one has ever walked before, and no one can guarantee whether he can reach the end. And if he can't, then he can at least meet his mother.

But Kaul said that there was no point in doing so, but he would not stop Guzman from asking for trouble.

Asking for trouble?

The medical officer sighed secretly, stood up, and took the boy on a new means of transportation with Saul Tavitz.

Sarron and his mother lived in a house left by his father, which was located in the north of the third city. It was a comfortable old residential area. It only took them twenty minutes to get there by car.

The scenery outside the window turned into irregular large blocks of color biting each other due to the high speed of the hovercraft. The boy stayed in his seat reluctantly, his back twisting uncomfortably. Guzman looked away and didn't say anything to him at this time.

He knew very well that sometimes people just wanted to be quiet for a while. He looked out the window. The speed of the vehicle did not affect him at all. He captured the original appearance of the scenery one by one.

Guzman unconsciously compared them with the modified Nostramo, but before he came to a conclusion, he had the urge to laugh - why would he do this?

Although he was reluctant to say this, there was really no comparison between Nostramo and the prosperous world in front of him that coexisted with nature.

The hovercraft stopped soon after, and the scene outside had changed to rows of pale white single-family houses. A woman with a lot of white hair and wrinkles stood not far away, looking at the car.

Her skin color showed that she had experienced a lot of wind and sun, and her facial features were different from those of the Chemos people. It was a look full of wildness and tenacity.

She did not wear a comfortable robe and a veil like other residents here, but a relatively large old military uniform, with a name engraved on the nameplate on the right chest: Fion Eli.

This was certainly not her name.

The car door opened, Guzman stayed in the car, and Saul Tarvitz took the boy down and began to explain to his mother why he had returned and what Sarron would face in two days.

The mother could not fully understand what he was saying. She was just a civilian, how could she understand the complex High Gothic words Tarvitz kept saying?

But she must be a very good mother. After listening to the explanation of the Emperor's Children Chapter Master, she didn't say anything, just gave Sarron a tight hug.

The boy began to cry.

He was in pain, still in pain. He had received paramilitary training and understood how great an honor it was to be an Astartes, but he was only twelve years old. He would be afraid, lost, worried about the future, and would cry bitterly for his mother's safety.

Guzman stared at this scene with deep eyes, knowing that many years later, when the mother's face had blurred from Sarron's memory, the boy would still remember this hug.

He would carry the warmth of this hug to save more people.

With a sigh of emotion, the medical officer looked away again and carefully observed the residential area through the car window on the other side.

He looked at the rows of houses that could only be lived in by nobles in other worlds, and finally stopped at the green vegetation that could be seen everywhere on both sides of the road.

His eyes suddenly froze, as if they were completely frozen in an instant. He looked at them, watching them sway their leaves, stretch their bodies, and absorb the sunlight.

So normal, so harmonious, but he felt a stabbing pain in his head.

Remember? Jairzinho Guzman was a very competent medical officer. Although he died many years ago, many people still think he can represent a spirit.

These people are very firm and have not wavered at all. They save the lives of soldiers on the battlefield, heal the poor who are about to die of illness in the bottom nest, and guide the psychological illness of fighting brothers in the war group. The best of them can even alleviate the pain of the fearless elders.

They all swore to Jairzinho Guzman one day, and their oaths and actions gave him a new power.

And this power is now screaming at him.

"Decay! Disease! Destruction! Death!"

Guzman clenched his fists.