Chapter 286 "What Piggy Talk Are You Talking About?"

The whole day began to feel long and unsettling to him.

Lufricks - the champion of the Bloodthirsty Eye, the Lord of the Raptor, the leader of the hunting group - or the former captain of the 11th Company thought so.

We just want to survive. I don't like this, I don't like fighting, but I don't want to die even more. I... just want to be free...

So... I...

He stopped on the ceiling and turned his head. The crimson eyepiece on the iron mask that had been twisted to the point of deformity stared deeply in the direction of someone just now.

Just now, when he was about to lead the hunting group to escape, abandoning the other Fiery Claws who were fighting the boarders and giving the position to the invaders, he suddenly received an order in his helmet that he thought he would never receive again, from a highest priority that had been silent for centuries.

Lord Conrad Curze ordered the members of the Bloodthirsty Eye to "scout the situation" everywhere on the ship.

Yes, scout, he even told them considerately "don't engage in battle", "get away immediately if discovered", "don't get entangled" and "retreat immediately after the scout is over"!

Lufricks deeply suspected that their Gene-Father had foreseen that the Blood Eyes would never fight to the death with the enemy.

Although they had originally planned to do so, it was another matter that this plan was pointed out in advance by the *Gene-Father* in the *Company Channel*.

Lufricks thought in annoyance, his claws and talons curled up, scratching marks on the steel surface of the ceiling. Other Blood Eyes also grabbed the walls or pipes like a cluster of gargoyles, with the thrusters behind them spewing sparks, raising their animal-like heads to look at their leader.

In the end, without spending more than a few seconds, the Blood Eye Commander made a decision.

He hissed and growled in his visor, and the other raptors tilted their heads a little bit to look at him in their helmets that had become abnormally tilted by the years of the warp, like falcons or owls, with the precise angles and strange rhythms in their movements that were definitely not human habits.

After a series of clucking and neighing and a few conversations in human language, the Primarch's orders finally suppressed the hunter's instinct.

At the leader's urging, they reluctantly dispersed, leaving from the ceiling and higher, darker places, and disappeared from Lufrex's senses.

Then the Blood Eye leader's claws tightly grasped the ceiling, and he spread his limbs and ran quickly in a certain direction.

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A moment ago.

(*I clearly... have shown you everything that Talos foresaw, why do you still say that to them.)

"Well... because I also saw who boarded this ship."

(*Hey, you conceited little bastards raised by Guilliman. What, you want this matter to be resolved peacefully? What a rare naivety, Perturabo wouldn't keep you in a canary cage just because of this.)

"To be honest, the canary in the cage is used to detect the concentration of poison gas when going down the mine. This allusion is not very good for you. Of course, you probably didn't use it before, so I decided not to bother with you."

(*You don't understand at all! You never You haven't seen what I have seen! You are avoiding your fear by talking nonsense like this. You are afraid of killing and the consequences of killing. )

"That's not the case, or rather, killing is not an unacceptable or unacceptable measure, but as far as I know, killing is not the best and only measure."

(*Ah, what a simple mind, you have not yet realized the only truth that humans will obey. Then your fear will taste fresher, stronger and sweeter when it is discovered.)

"...What are you talking about, pig, eat something good."

(*(Sudden pause)...Kalshiel*&*(*())(&...&*...*(￥#x-on:%￥ x-on:! ! ! )

After feeling someone's strong and spicy anger and exasperation, a hint of sour grievance, and the high-speed trembling fancy Nostramo tongue swear words, Lamizann nodded with satisfaction.

Well, how can the young man be so decadent that he twists and screams and prophesies and crawls in the dark? First of all, he needs to be a little energetic!

And the other midnight lords are used to watching their father standing there and talking seriously with the dark void.

Except...

"Do you know... what is 'pig talk'?" Makutian asked quietly in his helmet. "Is it a special word with a meaning in the nest? Why do we need to eat something good? ? "

"I haven't heard of this, and I don't know. "Char answered irritably, "but keep an eye on Ursus, don't let him rush out and get shot to pieces."

The brother they mentioned had red eyes, holding his chain saw axe, licking his teeth in his helmet, sucking the taste of blood flowing on his tongue.

And Selion didn't say anything, the smiling lord was sweating, his muscles were tense, and he held his grenade launcher tightly.

Valier was ordered to stay behind, not to prepare his weapons, but to prepare at least six syringes of strong and fast anesthetics for Space Marines. As for how to get and install them, this was Valier's business.

"Come here." Their father, who was dressed like a beggar but stood there with great nobility, briefly instructed them, "Come here, all of you come here, yes, right here, stand here and don't move. Remember, if you see the shield champion of the Origin Chapter and his comrades rushing towards you, you can shoot freely, but you must wait until he advances to 22 feet from your current position, and then shoot at the blue cable on the ceiling."

"My Lord." The Night Lords looked at each other, and finally it was Cerion who spoke. His voice sounded completely different from the usual smoothness, and it sounded like someone put a hot coal under his tongue.

"My Lord, I am not..."

The dark eyes glanced at his mask painted with strange tears, and a trembling heat flow once again rose from Cerion's coccyx to the brain stem. He tasted the unprecedented emotional taste and his father's extreme anger in the receptors on his tongue, which almost made him unstable, but he still held on.

In some magnificent palace far away, one being smashed the silver cup in his hand in anger, while another created more broken reflections of crystal in laughter and ecstasy, and the last shouted and whipped his hound that refused to fully surrender.

They all heard Ursus roaring inarticulately, drooling like the beast driving him in his mind and reaching for his chain axe, with Ciel and Makutian holding him tightly.

"Don't worry, Sai. They won't attack suddenly or too quickly, because the one leading them is holding a boarding shield. It's too narrow here for him."

So Serion swallowed what he was about to say and asked another question, "What if they shoot at us? How can we deal with it until they advance to twenty-two feet? My Lord."

"Just don't leave this place, you can fight back as you like," the voice of the Eighth Primarch sounded uninterested, "They won't shoot at you."

He raised his voice slightly, but the degree was only to turn the whispers of the evil lover's wine into the sighs of reciting poetry in the thorn garden, "But you must strictly follow my orders."

After a final glance around here, the Midnight Haunter nodded to his descendants, and then.

His black hair fluttered, and he disappeared into the shadows in front of them like an elegant nightmare.

Only then did Serion dare to breathe deeply.

"Did you...see it?!"

"Yes."

"That's..."

The crackle and roar of the Thunderhammer energy field, which suddenly became clear after turning the last corner, interrupted their conversation.

Carrying a terrifying huge Thunderhammer, wearing scarlet and bronze brilliant armor, the Terminator Cross made of white stone proudly declared the ancient and glorious origin and history of this set of power armor on his left shoulder armor.

The right shoulder was shining with the Origin Chapter emblem made of ultramarine marble and black iron, and the paint on the edge of his comrades' shoulder armor showed that they were all members of the Third Company.

"Draw your swords."

They heard the champion's order from behind his heavy helmet, and each Space Marine wearing scarlet and bronze armor on the opposite side threw away his bolter and drew his pistol and short sword.

One Terminator, three warriors.

"Oh, Lord of the Night."

But as they heard the Gene Father say a moment ago.

- "They won't shoot at you."

So they didn't move.

As the Night Lords poured all their firepower on the huge shield protected by the golden eagle's wings, their cousin's champion roared from behind the helmet's loudspeaker grille and began to charge:

"I am the doom of heretics, I am the bane of traitors. I am Tolemion of the Origin Chapter, the guardian of the west, and I will slay-"