Chapter 105 Archangels and the Untouchables (Please Subscribe)

Chapter 104 Archangel and the Untouchable (Please order)

Stab!

Amidst the sound of muscle fibers being torn apart, the dagger slashed down with force.

The chest of the son of Sitan was completely opened from top to bottom, and a large amount of pink internal organs flowed out of the gap and fell to the ground. There was a look of astonishment on his face, and he turned around and looked back, as if trying to figure out how he died.

But the human body is too fragile.

Before he could complete this action, he lost consciousness and fell forward into a pool of his own blood.

A slim figure appeared in Kano's sight, it was Clay.

The Untouchables are naturally immune to psychic powers, and some special individuals among them cannot even be detected by humans. Clay is an individual with this special potential, so even though the son of Sitan has fallen to the ground, he doesn't know how he died.

"Are you OK."

Clay trotted to Kano's side and looked at the bloody Superman warrior in front of him, with a worried look on his face.

"I'm fine," Kano said. "They're just minor injuries that are not worth mentioning."

"It's you. If it weren't for you just now, I'm afraid my current situation would be really bad." Kano had a smile on his face.

You saw that Kano retreated and negotiated with my companions after getting off, and before confirming whether there was any problem with his identity, the small door opened inwards.

My voice had the thick, fibrous glee of a lung before it collapsed.

Clay was trying to trap himself in cliche observations and compliments. But you are indeed not such an ordinary person. You yourself are barely a source of light, shining with a burning golden aura while everything else in the room shines in harsh reflections.

Kano was startled and soon realized the problem. Clay behind me urged, "Stay away from me. The existence of the contactable person itself is a deadly poison for psykers." ”

The farther the soul flies, the freer it is, and the longer it stays away from the body, the longer it takes for the pain and fatigue to subside.

Awaiman woke up to a puff of acrid, chemical-laden smoke.

Your weak physical fitness was verified again. You easily followed the Astartes who were running, and your face was red and your heart was beating during the whole process, and you were even breathing heavily. Just like that, he hung nervously and casually 80 to 70 meters in front of Kano.

Awaiman raised his arm heavily, then put it on the ground again, and continued to move.

The little hall was glorious, lit with electric candles, promethium basins and lumens.

Although some accidents occurred during the process.

When Clay stepped into it.

Flix nodded, whether he chose to agree or not.

"Your brother." Awaiman said, "They really did something remarkable. You know how many terrible battles they encountered, but you can still survive intact. You have to It’s thanks to them.”

Kano and Clay's eyes widened.

Kano nodded towards Clay.

…

The tissue formed before being burned in one of Flix's eyes fused into a milky white color, while the other eye was also swimming due to the accident.

A wave of coldness generated when the machine is operating at full power rushes towards your face, a buzzing sound surrounds you, and the checkerboard-style grid floor is also shaking slightly. There were people everywhere outside, giants like Kano. The same point is in the color of our armors, but the same point is that we are all walking in a hurry and very busy.

But overall, the matter was resolved perfectly. The Dawnlight landed smoothly and did not crash. The Red Dragon Legion that attacked the city was also repelled. The battle in the city was coming to an end. The next step was to find a way to transport these refugees to the spaceship as quickly as possible.

Behind the eyes is a low arch.

"Flix, you are so afraid that the last time you saw him was outside the coffin."

Awaiman said, "You just saw Magnus and the Cherub in an out-of-body state. We are back. It was precisely because of the power of the two Primarchs that the Light of Dawn avoided crashing. Everything you have experienced has also Therefore it is meaningless.”

It was a huge military base, but the interior decoration did not lack artistic beauty.

But now Clay only feels that his cerebellum is completely blank. You follow Kano in an almost numb manner and retreat into the Iron Warriors' Samarius Fortress.

In order to catch your breath, you first focus on the huge room.

The appearance of Clay was a welcome surprise to the Fourth Legion.

Kano replied.

However, you didn't hesitate, but you still followed Kano's request and ran a hundred meters away, then hid in front of an observation tree and stuck your head out to wave to Kano. Does that mean that running that distance is enough?

"That's what you promised him." Kano replied without any bad intentions.

"That's incredible. There aren't that many people like him out there."

Clay can truly feel that he is walking in the blazing cold fortress, and there is no problem with every subtle perception of hearing, vision, smell, and touch. But inexplicably, your thinking makes you feel like you are walking in some kind of real dream.

Seeing the appearance of his companion.

Your brilliant golden hair is thin and dense, slightly curled, reaching to your waist.

I took the initiative to reach out a hand and grabbed Clay's wrist heavily, "He has to follow you closely. Although you have not informed your subordinates about his affairs, it is still impossible to find safety in that fortress."

If you pay a little attention, you will be lost outside the busy crowd. The bad thing is that Kano noticed Clay's embarrassment.

"It is necessary to plan things in the best direction."

But that does not affect the coordination of your figure. Every curve under your body is perfect, and every inch of your body exposed to the eyes is condensed with limited beauty.

"When he sees you, he will understand everything."

Because everything he sees behind his eyes is too beautiful, so that the cerebellum has a sense of distortion.

Clay feels like he has retreated into an infinite maze.

"Ahem!"

On the other side, the seriously injured Felix also spoke in a hoarse voice, "You have made a promise, even if you bet your life, you must fulfill it, and you will never allow victory!"

"The environment of Dawn Star is good, and there is not much contact with the outside world. You have only read some complicated information from the brochure of the Empire, but these information are a little outdated."

But at the same time, it is also dim and bright. Because all the light is obscured by the angel in the middle of the room, dimmed, and ignored by Clay's subconscious mind. At the first sight of the angel, all your attention is inevitably attracted.

I blinked, got rid of the afterimage caused by the explosion of the fighter, reached out and touched my face, and found that I was not hurt at all.

"You know other primarchs, but your primarch is absolutely ugly and perfect."

Kano followed Awaiman, I thought about it, and when I left, I took Clay, who was a contactable person, with me.

It was a room designed specifically for giants. To Clay, the space inside was very narrow and wide. It was a reception hall without a low Gothic vault.

"You must take him back to the Fortress of Samavaius first, where he can get treatment from the pharmacist."

Although Clay understood what Kano was saying.

If that sentence was said by someone else, Clay would only think that the other party was exaggerating.

Awaiman spoke with concern. I carefully touched Felix's collapsed skin with my fingers, mobilizing the ether energy to clear my blood vessels that were blocked by the burns. Thanks to the vitality of the Astartes monster, Felix's injuries were serious, but if they could be properly treated, there would be no problem in saving his life.

The armor of the Iron Warrior almost disappeared, and the ceramic steel merged with my weak body, like a melted candle flowing under me. My skin was baked white, flashing with water vapor, looking like a plasma burn or a cold melt flash.

Your cheeks are rough, your skin is white, and your body is incredibly short, almost twice as short as Clay.

Two cedar doors blocked the way, with incense burners hanging on both sides of the door frame, and a golden mask surrounded by laurels inlaid under the arch, with a calm and peaceful look. Two Blood Angels were guarding outside. The armor under us was not the red that Clay saw all the way, but gold, and there were many differences in details and style.

"The Seventh Legion has never escaped happiness!" Felix replied, "Even if you really suffer irreparable injuries, your primarch will personally build a dreadnought for you, and you will continue to fight and dedicate everything you have to the Emperor!"

"Yes, yes, it's impossible."

Clay opened his eyes, "A man like you?"

When talking to others, your eyes always naturally drooped, and these same light golden eyes condensed seriousness, understanding and understanding. There is also a pair of ice-white and narrow wings. Because he heard a lot of descriptions about angels from Kano's conversation, Clay was not too surprised when he saw this pair of wings.

You panted.

"The angel is the only man of the emperor. Does he know?"

For Awaiman, returning to his body has always been a difficult thing.

You were not pushed out of the circle by Kano, and were exposed to the glow of the little angel.

There was a dazzling brilliance under us, and that brilliance even made Clay feel dizzy.

Awaiman and Felix never found Clay's trace from beginning to end.

Clay said, "There is safety everywhere. If they hit it head-on, you guess it will be worse than being hit by a car running at full speed."

In any case, some characteristics shown by Clay's body are hard to ignore. I still remember that when the little angel talked to Lashalon, he specifically mentioned the plan to find a contactable person.

Clay followed Kano in a daze.

Even as agile as Kano, I could sense that something was a little strange under the Dawn Star.

How to describe this moment?

Kano quickly moved his body away from Awaiman, to protect Awaiman and also to provide himself with a comfortable shooting angle. In the subsequent battles, Awaiman was always used as a stool by Kano to sit on his buttocks. Although it was not very polite, it was a choice made under forced circumstances.

Only when you see a Primarch with your own eyes will you understand how incredible the beauty and glory are.

"you…"

Beside me, Awaiman finally emerged from the muddy water.

Just two or eight sentences seemed to consume all my strength, and I couldn't help but cough happily.

Da da!

Just like a freed slave who is forced back into slavery and prison by a trusted friend, when the cage of bones and flesh wraps it up again, the soul feels betrayed. Its revenge is the joy caused by the reaction, a joy and exhaustion that goes deep into the bones.

Cano said, "You can explain to him the beauty and badness of angels in precise words, or in other words, your perfection transcends the categories that words can form."

Whenever I talk about angels, I will automatically adopt a showy and proud tone: "You are a true angel, a star carved into human form. There is no doubt about your weakness, But you are also a humble and unique being."

While Clay was still thinking about what he should say.

Clay gasped and said, "And the original body, you have seen it in the Empire's promotional materials, the original body is even lower than them. Do you dare to imagine what kind of existence we are, we are still inferior. Is it a human being? Or a god from ancient Terra myths and legends.”

A heavy collision sound came from Kano's butt.

Victory! ?

Thinking that he will meet a real original body, Clay feels his heart beating fast. Two emotions of surprise and fear accumulate in your consciousness. You know that you should think hard about meeting the person in front of you now. What should be said.

Dark and blazing light spreads in every corner of the field of vision.

The walls are made of textured stone, and the niches are filled with small marble statues. They are all fighting postures, agile but not heroic. The lumen lamps suspended in the air are set with jewels and sparkling gold. The sound of people outside the room was quiet and the fragrance filled the air.

"ah?"

But when Cano said those things, he was full of natural casualness, and Clay could not help but believe it. You continue to move backwards with Kano, and when your two long legs feel sore, we finally reach the deepest part of the fortress.

Clay ran, following Kano's pace all the way up. A huge factory appears in your field of vision, with many mechanical sages busy under the conveyor belt. Countless brand-new steel parts filled the vaulted space, and under the control of the Mechanical Magus, we were spliced ​​into what the legion needed.

The injuries under my body were far more minor than those of Kano.

That was difficult for Clay, who had received a low education.

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