"You shouldn't be here, not because this is my privacy, I don't care about that, Cy."
"Then why?"
"You know why."
The melancholy and thin giant chuckled, and the sound sounded no different from a lizard choking on sand.
"In just one night, you've made decades of hard work suppressing your talents go to waste. Your psychic abilities can no longer be suppressed. I can see it... I haven't been able to do this for several years, but now I can see through you. That barrier no longer exists.”
"I'm not interested in knowing."
"No, you do, everyone does."
"I asked you not to tell me, my lord, and please honor the agreement between us."
"I do not want."
The gloomy man gave him a dry smile again, as if a wind was blowing in the cemetery.
"You will die in battle."
"That doesn't surprise me, my Lord. I don't want to know the details."
Suddenly, the smile on the man's face disappeared, his face became sad, and his eyes even shed tears.
The crystal liquid streaked across the pale skin and formed into gem-like crystals on the chin before shattering on the ground.
The sad Son of God's lips moved for a moment, and he made a weak sound.
"Sai, you must remember..."
The soft light filtered by the lampshade shone into his eyes.
The first thing he saw was the same as the last thing he thought. Thor was standing in front of him without a helmet.
"I……"
He tried to speak, but his voice sounded like a file grinding through his articulators.
Although a chain around his throat kept him from collapsing too far, Sevatar found himself strapped to the command throne, chattering sounds surrounding him and the roar of machinery closing in on him.
"I'm not in my room."
He had never awakened from sleep anywhere else, let alone found himself on the bridge of a battleship.
When he tried to stand up, the chains rattled around his throat, wrists, and ankles, and there was no doubt that Thor had bound him to the throne.
Clearly, they have a lot to say.
Whispers such as "He's awake" ricocheted from the crowd of mortals, and from his seat on the high platform in the center of the bridge, Soshyan could see them suspending their assigned duties and turning their faces toward him.
Their eyes sparkled with surprise.
"A return in time."
Thor said, there was no joy in his curious and soft voice.
"How long have I been asleep?"
Although he was tied up, at least there was a smile in his words.
"Two whole days and two nights."
Sol replied:
"What did you dream about?"
"I remember almost nothing."
Savita looked out the battleship's porthole. In the world of the oval screen, time passed extremely slowly.
"Where are we?"
Thor cast a pale gaze on the mortals who had stopped working, which was enough to make them all lower their heads and start working again, while Lothar remained silent at his post.
"Valedo, on a mission."
Savita groaned, and then tightened the chain, as if to get some explanation.
"Oh, right."
Thor said, pulled out his sword and made a few gestures on Sevatar, and then one after another, the metal restraints hung down.
"Why am I locked up?"
"To prevent you from harming yourself or others."
"Why am I locked here, on the bridge?"
Thor and Lothar looked at each other, their armors glaring at each other with some unknown emotion.
"You started out in your own room, but..."
"but?"
"You broke out and killed a few servants. I was looking for you on the lower deck all day."
Sevatar tried to stand up, Lothar tried to keep him in his seat with a glare, but the Prince of Crows ignored him.
"That's a shame. I don't remember sleepwalking either."
Saying this, Sevita began to call Anita in another language.
"What he said is true, Yago, you are sleepwalking, just like... that time in the past."
"I've never sleepwalked."
"While you were sleepwalking, I probed into your brain. Your psychic talent was more active than ever before. I also saw the one he left in your mind..."
"alright."
After interrupting the psychic communication with Anita, Savita said to Thor:
"So just for killing a few servants, you're a little unhappy with me?"
"Not this time."
Thor shook his head.
"I'm just worried that you might cause more serious damage, otherwise I wouldn't mind how long you sleep."
"But you still managed to wake me up."
The Prince of Crows walked past him, holding on to the armrest of the central podium, staring at the gray world hanging in the void.
"Did something difficult happen? Did the Slaanesh demons get on the ship? Or did the commander of the Eleventh Legion encounter trouble on the ground?"
"neither."
Sevatar tried not to show his impatience.
"Then just say it straight."
"Anita discovered that there is a fleet approaching here, belonging to a certain Adeptus Astartes."
"oh?"
Savita raised her eyebrows and joked:
"Then do I have to find a mouse hole to hide in first?"
"No."
Thor shook his head.
"Do you remember that thing Brother Seid gave us?"
"certainly."
"The name of this battle group is the Soul Drinkers."
Sevatar gasped.
"What a coincidence?"
But then he seemed to think of another question.
"That guy doesn't seem to know yet."
"So let this 'accident' continue."
Just as he was talking, the officer of the complex scanning array on the bridge suddenly said loudly:
"There is abnormal fluctuation in the subspace anchor point!"
The Soul Messenger interrupted its short dive in the whirlpool. She is a combat barge. On the basis of the heavy cruiser, more weapons are installed, and with armor plates superimposed around the subspace engine group, the entire ship becomes Become a behemoth.
However, the utilitarian style is well suited to those who call the decks of adamantine and cold iron their home. Ever since she was appointed as the flagship of the Soul Drinkers Chapter, she has faithfully performed her duties - fighting with the Emperor. The enemy fights.
A small, almost ignored group of small frigates clung to her flank,
Crazy colors bloomed and twisted as the rifts in the warp opened, and the tumbling nebulae produced clusters of light, which were almost extinguished as soon as they formed into some kind of existence.
A storm emerges, and the primitive intelligence condensed from strong emotions is entrenched in it, waiting for an opportunity to feast, eager to peel the soul from mortal flesh.
But because of Geller's position, they were never able to succeed.
Finally, under the squeeze of reality, the huge mouth of subspace slowly closed again.
"Communication established!"
At this time, the liaison officer of Complex Communications also shouted.
"Connected."
Thor walked to the command throne on the bridge and picked up the communication microphone.
"I am Thor, the instructor of the Astral Knights Chapter. Please answer."
Soon, amid a commotion of white noise, another voice echoed across the bridge.
"Salute to you, battle brother, I am Chapter Master of the Soul Drinkers Chapter, Golgri, responding to the call of the Inquisition!"
