Chapter 727 19: New and Old Grudges Are Settled Together

Chapter 727 19. Interlude: New and old hatreds are settled together

"Your fear?"

"Yes, my fear."

In the darkness, two voices talked like this. The former hissed with dissatisfaction and curiosity. The latter also hissed, but sounded unusually calm, as if the person speaking was not a living thing.

"This is really strange--" The former chuckled twice strangely. "--In my memory, you are fearless."

The latter did not laugh, but just said: "In fact, I am afraid of many things."

"For example?"

The latter did not answer again, he just walked out of the darkness, they made a subtle sound reluctantly, sticking to the armor and unwilling to leave, but the latter had made up his mind.

They soon realized this, so they could only helplessly transmit more power through the remaining link, as loyal as a hunter's hound

And the latter was completely indifferent to this.

He raised his head, stretched his body a little, and sent a signal to return home to the battleship under his feet. The whistling sound of the wind suddenly sounded, surrounding the empty room, sounding like a shrill roar. But the fact is that this wind is actually just an intimate welcome.

The Night Veil was full of joy for his arrival.

Behind the twisted visor, Khalil smiled, and the Night Veil was still anxious.

In the wind, it spoke a lot of things in one breath, such as the changes in Nostramo in recent years, who Yago Sevitarion was angry with, and how many traitor and alien warships it destroyed - it said a lot, very quickly, but still did not forget to issue an invitation at the end.

Come back. The Night Veil requested so. Let us avenge them, ten thousand years of mourning is long enough.

I really want to, but now is not the time.

But you are back.

Yes, there is something that owes a debt to many people, and I am going to get it back now.

Can I go?

Sorry, no, but I will take you next time.

OK!

The sound of the wind dissipated, and the two golden doors in front of him were opened instantly. Khalil thanked it silently and walked down the platform slowly.

Behind him floated a dark fragment, which had been carefully placed here for the past ten thousand years.

The people here regarded it as a small hope that must be protected, and never thought that its owner would use it as a slightly special transmission beacon.

He walked out of the door, and the deck under his feet bulged slightly, reminding him and asking him questions. Khalil narrowed his eyes and looked at the group of black shadows running at the end of the corridor, and thanked him in his heart.

Let them come, I want to see them with my own eyes.

The Nightfall silently obeyed.

He stood there and waited calmly-just one second later, the first black shadow stopped instantly, the lightning claws on his hands were still emitting terrifying lightning, but his steps had indeed stopped.

Starting with him, the running black shadows stopped one after another, staring at the tall skeleton in the dim light, silent. It was not until a few minutes later that another person came from the end of the corridor, and their silence disappeared.

But the person who came was not wearing power armor, but a very messy uniform. The sleeves were pushed to the elbows, the coat was casually opened, and the white shirt was wrinkled.

He even walked very slowly, and it was all due to the two stone slabs in his hands, and the man was glaring at them.

After another half a minute, he finally walked in front of the skeleton, and then looked up at him.

"I have to say, I am more used to you like this." Yago Sevitarion shrugged, and a smile appeared on his pale face.

"And you like this, I have almost never seen it." The skeleton replied, the voice was like a bell, colliding in the corridor, creating a thunderous muffled sound, and the black shadows behind Sevitar couldn't help but be stunned for a moment by the sound.

"How come I haven't seen it before? Haven't I handled these damn documents in front of you before?"

"Yes, but I've never been so tired, but I do remember you muttering in front of them that you would rather fight Sigismund for ten more rounds."

Sevata snorted coldly.

"It seems that you are not old and confused yet, and you remember these things so clearly. Well, anyway, my clerical staff and I haven't had a rest for a month, respected instructor-after rushing back from Terrama, I have to face all the documents that have been accumulated in the past few years because I was not in Nostramo. Now do you understand how busy I am?"

"I understand it completely."

"Very good, then, I want to make up for it."

In front of the brothers of the regiment, Sevata said this sentence as if no one was around, but his tone was justified, as if the skeleton in front of him owed him something.

His attitude and words caused a certain degree of commotion among the shadows, but it did not last too long, because the skeleton actually expressed his agreement.

"What kind of compensation? I'll do my best, Sai."

"You remember this nickname now, why don't you continue to call me Yago?" The street kid from Nostramo Dines sneered and shook his head. "However, I haven't figured out what I should get from you yet."

"I can make a suggestion."

"Please go ahead." Sevatar tilted his head with a smile. "I'm very curious about your suggestion."

The skeleton raised his right hand, signaling him to wait for a moment, then turned around and faced the other side of the corridor as if waiting for something. There, a sweaty investigator was dragged by a cloak behind him.

"Long time no see, Mr. Tujiea." The skeleton nodded to him and greeted him. "I hope Lalhe didn't cause you too much trouble."

The investigator walked in front of him after the voice fell. He showed a dry smile, swallowed what he wanted to say in the threat of the trembling cloak, and turned those words into a nod.

The skeleton looked at him sternly - to be precise, it looked at the cloak behind him, and stretched out a right hand.

It immediately wrapped around and returned to its most familiar back, giving birth to a burst of blue light, and its color also changed quietly. Scarlet, black and dull gold bloomed together, creating an indescribable majesty.

The investigator looked at him in awe, but still couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, showed a sincere smile, then saluted, bowed, turned around and left, all in one go.

The skeleton turned around and looked at Yago Sevitarion. The latter's expression had become serious at this moment, no longer showing the frivolous and playful expression before.

"What are you going to do?" He asked slowly and seriously.

The skeleton raised his hand and pulled the cloak over, so that it completely covered his hands as before. With just this one action, something changed in an instant

The corridor began to creak, and this warship that had been haunted for 10,000 years began to play the war song in its own way. Steel roared, lights suddenly went out, and dark ice spread out from under the skeleton's feet, making him look as if he was standing in another world.

The shadows behind Sevitar began to stir again.

"I'm going to participate in a war." The skeleton answered seriously.

"What kind of war?"

The skeleton did not answer, but stretched out his right hand to him.

Sevatar lowered his head, wanting to think, but he saw some familiar shadows in the spreading ice. Even at the junction of reality and illusion, their shapes were still eerie, with those spiral horns and empty eye sockets burning with anger.

Ordinary people would be frightened by this scene, even Astartes would fall into doubt and hesitation for a while, but Sevatar didn't.

He didn't even realize that he was smiling.

He raised his head.

"Can I join?" he asked, with obvious excitement, which made his voice sound very low, as if he was roaring.

The skeleton laughed equally low behind his mask.

"Of course, Sai." He answered gently. "The Eighth Legion has always been deployed in groups."

After the voice fell, he disappeared from the spot, and the ice was completely wrapped in a kind of flame. In the dull sound like breaking bones, the ice was melted bit by bit into an altar.

There is no mistake in the first post. Take a look at the 6-9 book!

Sevatar turned around and roared: "Shadrius!"

The shadow who had stopped first walked out of the queue, with lightning claws hanging down at his side, and the face under the iron halo was full of expectations that did not match his service time. Sevatar knew what he wanted to ask at a glance, so he made a direct gesture of denial.

The face of the second captain of the Midnight Blade quickly collapsed.

"Damn it - he only invited me!" Sevatar gave him a grim smile. "You heard it clearly, you all heard it clearly, so don't show me that face as if I have done something wrong again!"

"But." The second captain spoke in a muffled voice. "The instructor also said that the Eighth Legion always moves in groups."

"Yes, the Eighth Legion has always been like this - but what does that have to do with you, Sir Captain of the Second Company of the Chapter?"

Shadrius's face quickly turned livid, but Sevata laughed. He approached him and suddenly grabbed his shoulder, with such force that even the Second Captain wearing Terminator Armor was shaken.

He leaned close to Shadrius's ear and spoke slowly in a tone that was so gentle that it was almost gentle.

"Listen, I don't mean to belittle you, little brother, but the word Eighth Legion represents something you can't understand. Let me give you an example - all members of the Eighth Legion are actually dead, including him and me. In other words, we are now going to fight a war that only the dead can participate in."

"So, will you come back?" Shadrius asked suddenly.

Sevata nodded firmly at him and stuffed the two stone tablets into his hand.

"I am the legacy of the Legion, but I am also the origin of the Chapter, so of course I will come back after this battle to kick the ass of you lazy bastards who never do paperwork."

"Take care of the house, Shadrius, and go to Orak if you have any problems. The night watch is not over yet, and it will take some time for them to come back. Nostramo is counting on you now."

The second captain hugged the two stone slabs tightly, as if they weighed a thousand pounds. He nodded heavily, and the shadows behind him saluted in unison.

Sevatar smiled and bowed, then pulled off his coat, turned around and jumped into the altar. The flames rose high, and he disappeared into it, but the altar still existed.

Shadrius walked forward a few steps, came to the edge of the altar, and held himself down with extremely terrifying self-control, and did not move forward any further.

He lowered his head and stared at the ice surface.

He saw their war captain walk into a pale wasteland with his head held high. The sky here was as deep as a raging flame, and there were demons lurking on the ground. They were either tall or thin, with humanoid or beastly faces. The only thing that remained unchanged was perhaps the pair of spiral horns on their heads and dark red eyes.

And Yago Sevitarion, who was unarmed and even only wearing a thin shirt, was striding into their midst.

His face was filled with a smile, and his steps were steady and confident, as if he belonged here and was also one of the demons.

And they actually welcomed him. One after another, they patted his shoulders or nodded in greeting, and the gloomy bone faces and hideous animal heads rarely showed a bit of peaceful kindness, and some were even full of guilt.

Shadrius was almost dazzled by the sight. He stared at them and tried to identify them, trying to find out their former names from those features. He was so focused that he was like a possessed man. It was not until several seconds later that he realized that his company had also come over and was staring at the altar.

"Go back!" the second captain scolded. "The commander just entrusted us with the responsibility, and you are so proud of yourself? Today is the duty day! Go back and stand guard!"

No one paid attention to him, only his adjutant shook his head and made a gang gesture that he didn't know where he learned from, meaning that you'd better look at your ugly face before you speak.

Shadrius didn't get angry but laughed, and continued to stare at the ice.

He saw Yago Sevitarion walked to the center of the demons and walked to the bottom of a pale staircase.

A ten-meter-tall white-haired demon was kneeling on one knee, leaning on the sword and waiting on the right side of the staircase. On the left side of the stairs, standing opposite it was a humanoid demon with blade-like bat wings, with dark red fine lines spreading from the eye sockets to the entire face.

Further up, there was the tall skeleton and the black-robed ghost standing in front of a dark door at the end of the stairs, with its back to everything.

Yago Sevitarion walked forward slowly.

First Captain Van Cleef whispered his name, and the think tank curator Fir Zharost raised his right hand, letting the countless swords buried deep in the wasteland of bones fly out.

The rage flashed and shaped them into a helmetless MK4 power armor, which was attached to Sevitar's body.

Instructor Caryl Rohals raised a pale bone mask and put it on him.

In this way, he finally reached the end of the stairs.

Shadrius held his breath.

Konrad Curze turned around and smiled, and the door opened behind him, revealing a decayed, twisted, and morbid garden.

The flames of anger burned fiercely under his feet.

"Go," he whispered. "Let them know why we are here."

A power sword rose from the flames under his feet and was held in the hand of Yago Sevitarion. He raised the sword, roared, and rushed into the garden first.

The battle cry sounded, transcending the constraints of time, space, and everything, and truly reached Shadrius' ears.

"We are here for you!"