"He is not a Nastrom."
Ma Kuchen, who had never laughed before, actually laughed.
"Almost half of those chosen by our Primarch are Terran. Sirion, do you still remember the moment when Captain Sevatar fell? Do you still remember that the Black Guards were divided into several groups because they refused to serve Sahar? Pile? I have so many examples, think about it carefully."
"I have a lot of respect for Sahar."
"Me too."
Markusen agreed.
"Although I have no feelings for him, I respect him, even if the black armor guard is in the game
Disbanded after Vita's death, we also know that their resistance to Sahar was not just based on simple prejudice... Some of the first company were Terrans, and they were the oldest legionnaires at the time. Even Malek was a Terran. It's much more complex than the world Sahar was born in, but to most of us it doesn't matter whether you're from Terra, Nastrom, or any other world. "
Ma Kuchen pointed to his eyes.
"No matter what world we are born into, the gene-seed can darken our eyes, and we die as our Primarch disappears.
Split, this is probably the fate of every legion... So we are a warband with a common cause, shared heritage and ideology. "
"It's not that simple."
Cerion still refused to waver.
"Valiel's eyes are not black, and he has the gene seed of the Red Pirate in his throat and chest."
Ma Kuchen shook his head.
"Brother, I'm surprised that you still hold on to this long-standing prejudice. Do as you wish, because our discussion
The discussion is over. "
But Selion didn't intend to end it at this time. He crossed a guardrail and fell to the platform ten meters down, with his brothers following behind.
"Tell me about it."
His voice was less shrill now.
"Why have you continued to refuse to follow Sahar?"
Markusen gritted his teeth and took a breath.
"I barely had a chance to speak to any of them and it didn't seem like
Because Sahar has any flaws as Sevatar's replacement, and more importantly, no one is worthy of a true First Captain...
No one could compare to him. The Black Guards refused to serve other leaders after Sevatar's death, because it was Sevatar who made them what they were, a bond of brotherhood that could not be broken in any other way. , a brotherhood united by blood and responsibility. "
"Yes, I still remember the first time I met the First Company Commander. He was an interesting and charming man. It's a pity that I am not qualified to join the Black Guards."
"His death is our greatest loss. Just like after the death of the original body, no one in the Legion can truly serve as the commander. This is not the path we should take. For the sake of our own future, I am afraid that we will not even follow the original body. ...we have experienced ten thousand years of change, war, distortion, pain and struggle.”
Valere came closer, and his backpack collided with the bulkhead, making a harsh metal friction sound.
"Sevita, Prince of Crows, I have heard of his deeds."
The pharmacist asked curiously:
"Is Sevatar dead?"
The others snickered and grunted, but no one paid him any attention, and the remnants of the First Talon pressed on, deeper into the shadows of their homeworld.
Talos, who was on the bridge, watched the torpedo trails flying towards the orbital station.
Where before he might have marveled at the power he had learned, now he just watched in silence.
But he knew that a few cyclone torpedoes were not enough to break through the tight orbital defense firepower, but they could attract the defender's attention.
"I want to hear the screams."
The prophet said with wide eyes.
"Yes, Master."
The female correspondent adjusted the bridge speakers to project the aural effects of Dietrian's interference field.
really,
The sound matches its name.
For a moment, the air was filled with an audio-resonant wail.
It was a hateful organic sound, tortured by furious screams and roars, fueled by the voice of a lone man.
The technologist took great pride in designing the interference projection device, and Talos was grateful for it.
Scream makes hunting enemy ships in the icy void much easier.
However, it also has a huge disadvantage - it consumes a lot of power.
The 'Scream' could hide them in the blindness of their prey, but with every generator on the ship powering it, they couldn't fire their energy weapons and could only crawl at half speed.
They can't even raise the void shield.
Talos wondered what was happening on the enemy's bridge, but was certain that their systems must have been overwhelmed by the screams.
Will the aliens panic?
Maybe, maybe not.
Victory comes from the change in the nature of the game, and Talos knows this and cheats without hesitation.
The scream blinded the enemy, and they were unable to continue tracking the cursed echo in a short time, nor could they intercept the torpedoes flying towards the orbital station.
But the scream cannot affect orbital stations that are far away, or it cannot completely affect it, not to mention that the people controlling it now are probably a group of evil alien wizards. They must have ways to block the influence of the scream.
But they cannot turn a blind eye to the huge power of the cyclone torpedo.
Sure enough, one minute after the torpedo occurred, the orbital station's firepower, which was originally attacking Cursed Echo, began to intercept all the torpedoes.
"Stop the screaming."
Talos immediately ordered.
"Raise the void shield, activate the weapon, and move forward at full speed!"
The cursed echo shuddered through space, making brief jumps at the hands of its navigator.
The result of this jump was successful. The Cursed Echo accurately arrived at the high orbit of Nessen 6, which was a weak blind spot for defensive firepower.
But this jump also brought them completely into the planet's gravitational trap. With the Eldar fleet still eyeing them around, they only had a moment to breathe.
Talos quickly summoned First Claw's tactics back to the bridge.
"Naisen Six is supposed to be a prison world for the Empire."
Talos focused the hologram, and this flickering image showed
Landforms of the planet's South Pole region, as well as some architectural outlines.
The gathered First Lieclaws were either silent or shaking their heads.
"Those prisons could almost be called fortresses."
"You're going to send us down to the ground?"
Markarian made a dull sound.
"That's right, Captain, the auspicious scans show that the prisons are very large and they extend in all directions.
Several kilometers, and a maze-like underground section, completely immune to orbital bombardment, fight according to our rules, if the Eldar want our heads, they are welcome to the darkness... We will hunt me like them Hunt them all the same. "
"But how long can we stay there?"
Lukovus asked, his voice unusually hoarse.
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