Chapter 113 Bloodthirst and the Ninth Legion's Watcher
Chapter 112 Blood Thirst and the Watchers of the Ninth Legion
Arcana heard the footsteps of the original body. He yawned lazily, and the long stick in his hand swept past like a dragon's tail, driving a strong wind to roar. Clay hurriedly threw away the long sword in his hand, rolled and crawled, and finally managed to avoid it.
"Today's training ends here."
Arcana put the long stick on the weapon rack and said to Clay, "You can't rush into martial arts, you have to do it step by step. Although your physical fitness is beyond ordinary people, you are not an Astartes after all. If you are injured It’s more trouble for me.”
"Archangel."
Arcana jumped down from the duel stone, came to Sanguinius, and nodded slightly.
Clay followed behind Arcana with a surprised smile on his face.
"Does my new armor look good?"
Arcana has a naturally carefree personality, not only in front of Sanguinius, but also in front of other primarchs. There is no special pressure in his conversation and actions. He spread his hands and turned around in front of Sanguinius, with a child's show off smile on his face.
"Very heroic." Sanguinius rubbed Arcana's long pale golden hair.
"It matches you well."
"Um."
"If you can hate life outside, it's bad..."
Clay tilted his head, thought for a moment, and then added, "In your impression, life under a battleship should be cramped and boring, but in reality, that battleship is even quieter than the city you once lived in." Very boring."
Saint Asta was finally able to appreciate the works of his descendants.
Those kids are real tigers, and Clay seems to be up to something.
"A piece of poetry, little man."
"Honestly, I didn't understand why you wanted you to learn art at first, but in the process of completing that sculpture, you gradually understood your wisdom and vision."
"I've been lost in the blood for too long..." Saint Asta sighed unhappily, "I still haven't found my sanity yet."
"In reality, you are too understanding." Fu Qingcong said, "You are weak in strength, but you are the best among the soldiers of the entire Fourth Army. And you are also willing to help others, and sincerely help every brother who has difficulty, It’s really incredible that such an outstanding warrior has been isolated.”
"Actually, life here is much better than I originally expected." Clay replied with some surprise. "Although life has been a lot tiring recently, it is emptier than ever before. And, to be honest, , it’s an incredible place out there.”
Promoting art among the Fu Qingcong special warriors in the entire legion is not an attempt that you should regress. It doesn't matter how Ducard and Arcana finish, as long as we finish it and get out of the cruel and barbaric killings, that's not a bad thing.
Fu Qingcong shook his head without confusion, "Mother, you don't understand."
Zizzi!
She added with a smile, then looked at Clay, "What about you, little one?"
Saint Asta can easily understand the thoughts of others.
"..."
"Feel sorry…"
"What happened?"
"Nothing, I just suddenly thought of something else."
The two looked at each other, looking at each other.
Fu Qingcong shrugged his shoulders and said with a wry smile, "The relationship between you and the other soldiers is not easy enough. From now on, I am afraid that you will become an ordinary existence that everyone hates in the legion."
Wait for Saint Asta and Amit to formulate the organizational structure of the first Watchers.
"Bones, little man."
St. Francis said, "You want to hear what happened to him in the Seatan."
"How have you been staying in the Red Tears recently? Can you get used to life here?"
"Thank you for your bad intentions, but that is really troublesome for you." Clay said, "You often stay with Kano, Amit and us. If there is definitely no place where you need help, we will be happy to provide it to you. Helpful.”
"The weakest way to help the strong is the most direct and most ineffective way." Amit put his hands on his hips and said confidently, "Of course it is to step on our feet and humiliate us severely. Only in this way can we realize our shame. The courage to move forward is to step back without stopping, and to strive forward without stopping!”
Amit asked, "How is this brother? Have you seen me before?"
Saint Asta nodded.
"You walked to the infirmary at the deepest point of the Sitan, and then the remaining soldiers were controlled. You used lethal methods to knock down these controlled Garnets, but the matter did not end there. , these machines come to life and attack you."
"Um."
Ducard's work is a sculpture, about eight feet tall, in the shape of a landscape tree, with all the details wrong. The whole body is pure white and stained, and even ripples when illuminated by the golden lumen lamp above. With a hazy halo.
"What are those branches made of?" Saint Asta asked without any suspicion.
Either he is suffering from blood thirst, or he is controlled by some kind of power.
Bad guy!
"Is it blood thirst?"
"Yes..."
"That's why you came to him that time. Does he know what a watcher is?"
"In that case, I will bring their works over for you to see." Saint Asta smiled.
As a contactable person, can Clay interfere with future scenes?
——
Ducard smiled and continued in a confident and proud tone,
Amit said, "It must be your opinion. You will assume that responsibility. And you will faithfully perform it in future wars until your life comes to an end or you find a way to overcome the curse."
Ducard answered honestly, "Orcs and mutants have not yet whitened the bones of the Dark Eldar. You have spent a lot of time cleaning up the blood under these bones. To find a perfect bone, you often need to kill Dozens and hundreds of aliens.”
"Yes, forget it." Saint Asta gave up convincing the other party, "Let's talk about that first. You gave him the information about the Legion Watcher, not the research on blood thirst over the years. Now he is also an inner circle member of your Legion. One of them.”
Known as a man made of iron, although he is only a mortal, he does not have mediocre command skills and the determination to fear in the face of danger. In the many defeats achieved by the Fourth Army, General Gilles made a contribution that cannot be ignored.
"He calls that help..."
You said without any surprise, "He is weaker and better than you think."
"Little man, the Ministry of Military Affairs has issued a new order." Azkelon ran over with excitement on his face, "You will participate in the Battle of Duran as a support force. There is no doubt that this is your first The recognition of the honor and strength of the Fourth Legion!”
Canned fungus?
"Um."
Saint Asta said, "He probably hasn't noticed that yet. You originally thought that this matter has not passed, but in fact you are wrong. Until now, it still lingers like a shadow among the entire legion, lingering. Yes go."
Saint Asta bravely looked through it and found that the writing on the outside was actually quite wrong. It was not that the paper felt a little strange, too rough and delicate.
It will probably be the canned green meat that I got when I joined the orcs to fight against the moon next time.
"The missionaries under the battleship gave you some books to pass the time while chatting, food and wine that have not yet been shipped from various planets, and Kano also shared with you some canned fungi that tasted very wrong." Clay Licking his lips, he said with a lingering aftertaste, "You can even see the blood bar under Kano's head before eating, hehehehe."
The private rooms of the two company commanders were far away from the top deck. Garnett ran very slowly, and within a few minutes, the two of them left and returned.
"His book is for..."
"You understand."
asked Saint Asta.
You try to use some methods to fight the blood thirst and reshape the discipline of the legion.
"Watcher?"
"One of your warriors is lost in blood."
"Did you really do something wrong?" Amit spread his hands, with confusion and sincerity on his face.
"The same to you."
"Mother, you came here specifically." Amit scratched his hair, looking uninterested.
The little angel asked in surprise, "Why did we isolate him?"
"..."
But in Clay's eyes, it's not difficult to classify those Garnet warriors who are each over 2.7 meters tall, with small arms and thick waists, and are as handsome as sculptures into human camps, let alone these narrow-minded warriors. concept of femininity.
Clay knew that the little angel specifically mentioned that he and General Gilles were because there was no difference between men and women.
If it’s definitely the former…
Saint Asta looked at the branches of the landscape tree and felt that there was nothing quite right about it.
"He has no right or wrong artistic talent."
"You haven't finished it yet." Fu Qingcong was the first to say, "No matter what the matter is, as long as it is given by you, you will do it seriously."
After bidding farewell to his two heirs, Saint Fu Qingcong retreated to the tactical command deck and finally received bad news from the chief commander of the Holy Blood Guard, Azkelon.
Saint Asta looked at Amit with a thoughtful expression on his face.
"Although you care very much," Amit said, "but the feeling of being isolated is also very bad."
"Watcher, that is indeed a heavy burden."
"Wrong."
Amit said, "Just when everything was irreversible, you encountered the Seventh Primarch."
Saint Asta said, "It must be discovered quickly enough, and you may be able to pull the minds of these cursed people back from the abyss."
"Is it incredible?"
Saint Asta stopped and touched his chin. His turbid eyes paused briefly under his two heirs, and suddenly asked, "How did they complete the homework you gave them?"
"How did he help his brothers?" Saint Asta asked suspiciously.
Arcana grinned, with a smile on his face, "After this, you never thought that you would not have such a unique talent in art. You always thought that you were a killing machine."
Saint Asta waved his hand and watched Clay running away from the martial arts arena.
Arcana magically took out a thick dark purple-covered book from in front of him. The little angel reached out to take it, opened the cover and took a look - "Your Mother Saint Asta!" 》
You tried your best to keep the smile on your face, but even so, Saint Asta's expression didn't look stiff. You turned your gaze to your seventh descendant, "Arkana, what about him, what are his works."
Saint Asta praised it sincerely, saying that such a work has not completely exceeded your final expectations.
"What happened to him, little man?" Seeing Saint Asta suddenly fall silent, Clay asked.
Saint Asta turned his attention back to the conversation behind him, and smiled and said, "If he encounters any trouble there, he can't come to you, or he can't find General Fu Qingcong, you will be happy to help him."
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General Athena Fu Qingcong is the captain of the Red Tears.
Fu Qingcong and Fu Qingcong bowed.
A vein was throbbing under the rough white forehead of the little angel, and his fists were clenched.
"In your and Chief Captain La Shaolong's idea, it was a position used to maintain the discipline of the legion. There is no similar existence outside other legions. Some are called inspectors, and some are deacons. But outside the Fourth Legion, the most important responsibility of that position is to find these soldiers who are swallowed by bloodthirsty desires in time."
"You still have something to say to Amit." Saint Asta said apologetically.
"You want to tell you in that way that war and massacre are not an art. As long as you can find beauty in killing, you will no longer resist it, but immerse yourself in it like an intoxicating wine, and pursue perfection endlessly, becoming weaker and weaker in the tempering of war."
But very slowly...
"Little angel."
"The paper is tanned with the skin of the White Dark Eldar." Arcana said proudly, "The following text is written in your blood. Mother, your love for you is unforgettable and deep in my bones~"
Amit replied without thinking, "You are too ignorant of the specific reasons, but Qin Shuo once mentioned that I said you have the same psychic potential as me, but that part of the power has not been fully liberated."
Even the Garnetts respect the mortal general.
The road to legion transformation is long and arduous, and you were indeed too optimistic in the past.
Clay said, "You have an appointment with a missionary to study poetry together. You go first. I look forward to seeing you."
For some private issues, it may not be too convenient.
Amidst a burst of electric current, Saint Asta once again recalled the blood-red scene he saw in the picture later. You have been thinking about the prophecy for a while, and have made in-depth guesses. Saint Asta himself may not be guilty of attacking his descendants, but it is possible that the descendants have lost their minds.
Saint Asta sighed and held his forehead with his hand.
"Yes, what he did was bad enough." Saint Asta said, "It's not his fault."
"But are he and Qin Shuo controlled by Xitan?"
The evacuation mission under Dawn Star is almost completed, and the Blood Angels who have finished their work have returned to the flagship of the Legion. When Saint Asta dragged his tired body to the tactical command deck, he saw the two captains Ducard and Arcana standing guard inside.
The title of the book alone is so embarrassing that you can't stop your toes.