Chapter 609: Savage Spirit Tribe (Side Quest Ends)

The man's face was like a mirror, smooth and without traces. There was only the face of the crosshair on the entire smooth surface. He only saw himself on it, and he knew that the man was looking at him from behind the mirror.

He is a strange man, wearing a mask made of mirror-like material on the surface, and wearing a long robe, but it is completely different from those around him. It is a clean velvet robe. In this desert, it is as dazzling as a phoenix falling on the ground. Every piece of velvet and every line is shining with the brilliance of the sun itself.

He is taller than the crosshairs, and even has a head longer than the tallest King of Destruction in the team. He looks like a thin version of the Astartes, standing in front of several people, observing silently from behind the mirror. Watching them.

"Hello, people of the Lord of War, the embodiment of destruction." He unexpectedly spoke in Gothic. He had a strange accent, not unpleasant, but more like the sound of some kind of musical instrument. The sound was sharp and low, like an actor singing loudly on the stage of a troupe.

"Do you speak our language, Gothic?" the technician asked behind the sight. He turned off the translator in front of him. It was no longer necessary now. The person should have looked over, but the technician could not judge. At this point, his face is completely hidden behind the mirror. It must be a one-way mirror. Looking from the outside in, nothing is visible, but from the inside and outside, everything can be seen.

It was like an inscrutable master, deep and mysterious, "I do know your language, what do you call this language? Gothic, well I prefer to call it, The howl of war, it’s a rude language, but since you say it, that’s all I have to say.”

His contemptuous tone made Crosshair very dissatisfied. He frowned and approached the man with a sniper rifle. "Take off your mask. I'm not used to communicating with people who hide themselves."

"Don't you hide your face? Under the sun, hide it in your helmet." The man asked. After thinking for a moment, he took off his helmet, and his slender face appeared in the sun. , holding a toothpick in his mouth, "It's your turn, take it off."

"Well, you think this is a reciprocal obligation, but who is to determine this? Is it an obligation? Or is it just your imagination?" He said strangely, with a high tone, which sounded Like intentional irony, whether he meant it or not, Crosshair thought so.

The always gloomy crosshair frowned, and his finger was pressed on the trigger, "Take it off, or I will pick it off for you." "This is indeed a choice, but you ignored one thing, you can't do it. "

After the man said that, the crosshair found that her hands were completely unable to move, her fingers were numb, and her limbs were not functioning. She could not even twist her head, and could only stare at the mirror in front of her with her eyes. Look at your face above.

"Psychic." The hunter made a judgment immediately. He turned around and looked at the man. The mirror-like man also looked over. He tilted his head slightly, looked at the hunter, and then glanced at the few people beside the truck. people.

"Visitors from the outside came to our dead home on a bolide, bringing with them a person who was also dying. I could see that the power of darkness was eroding his soul. She was in pain, and the pain was not the physical pain. , but the loss of self, you should kill her, this is kind and in line with your style, sons of destruction."

"We are not here to destroy, we are here with good intentions." The hunter said, he gestured to the truck, "Your people can't understand what I said, but I'm glad you can understand. We saved your people and brought them with us." We come here with the will to cooperate. We have no ill will towards your homeland, and we don’t want to change your way of life.”

"Oh, you have changed a long time ago. When the first batch of sky people came to this world, you did that. This place used to be a forest, an oasis and a vast ocean, but when you came, the forest turned into a desert. , the ocean became a canyon after it dried up, and the beautiful corals in the memory turned into rugged rocks, screaming in the sky, just like my people, the sky people."

As he spoke, he stroked the carvings on the scepter he held in his hand with his fingers. Those textures seemed to form waves of an ocean, and they coiled around the scepter, one layer after another.

The hunter knew what he was talking about. He had seen many people who accused the empire like this. He wanted to explain to them that the empire had no choice but to do this. In this dark war in the dark galaxy, kindness and compassion are the most dangerous existences. , it will make you hesitate and waver, and these two are more dangerous than naval guns and sharp blades.

"You want to explain to your compatriots why you did what you did, why you left fire, why you left death." Was he reading his own thoughts? The hunter was almost certain that he was a powerful psyker, and it seemed that he was the wizard the girl was talking about.

"We do want to explain, but if you think it's meaningless, then let's be realistic." The technician adjusted his glasses and said. He was still wearing a helmet and didn't seem to have any intention of taking it off. He was wearing a mirror mask. The person looked over.

"We are here for a mission. We really have no interest in your culture or tribe. We will not change you, nor will we ask you to forgive the empire and be loyal to it. We are here to investigate those savage green people. and bring their news back to the fleet."

"And you need our help. Your robot is very interesting, but it can't understand this vast desert. It can't understand the destruction and death here." The mirror-like man said, holding Sally from the ground in his palm. Floating, they undulated like waves in his hands.

The hunter looked at the changing desert waves on the man's hand. He walked over, and the man behind him suddenly pulled out his hand and pointed at his head, forcing the hunter to stop.

"Help us, help us find those greenskins, this is our reward for your help. You are also here to find these slaves, right? We brought them here, and spent a lot of time and money on the road. energy."

"Well, pay and report, reasonable requirements." The man said, tilting his head slightly and staring into the armored car with invisible eyes. Echo stood up from the car behind, and he pointed his pistol at the man. head, ignoring the other muzzles pointing at him.

"Let go of my brother." Echo demanded in a low voice. The man raised his head slightly, moved his fingers to the side casually, and his crosshairs relaxed instantly. He took a step back with a hostile look in his eyes. He was watching him from behind, but after the hunter signaled him to calm down, the crosshair did not do anything drastic.

The man walked to the carriage. He came to Echo, looked at him and then looked directly into the carriage behind him. The slaves stood up to greet him. They first tapped their foreheads with their hands, and then Strutting forward, it seems to be some kind of greeting etiquette.

"You have saved our people, and the ancient grudges still linger, but I will not kill you for this, but I will not help you either. Compared to the dozens of people you saved, your country has never been The souls taken away from us are far more than this, but the souls of dozens of people are exchanged for the souls of six people."

"Seven, you have to save the commander." The technician added, holding his eyes, and the man suddenly laughed. His voice was long and ethereal, as if it was moving with the desert itself. It rises and falls with the heat waves, changes, and finally converges into one.

"You want us to help you find the destroyers who came with you from the sky, because they took things away from your cities, and everything you have was taken from us, the children of the world, Now, you want us to help you save a cursed person, a person who may become a mutant at any time? "

"Yes." Yarek, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said gloomily. His voice was like a sudden heavy rain in the hot desert, dispersing the surrounding heat wave. The tumbling desert waves in the man's hands also appeared in Yarek. The totem collapsed before Ke's voice and disappeared instantly.

He turned to Yarick, raised his head slightly and looked at him, "Ah, two souls, two structures of will, I saw two souls in your body, not souls in this world, but souls in this world. Through you, I exist in this world.”

"Ah, do you understand? What are they talking about?" The King of Destruction didn't understand at all. It was obvious, so he asked the technician who thought he should understand, and the latter gave him a negative answer, "No, no." "You Why can't you understand? Aren't you the best at these riddles? "I'm not a psychic."

While the technician was explaining, Yarick pulled up the robotic arm from the yellow sand on the ground. He was just making some final adjustments to the arm. The previous accident did not give him enough time to complete all the work, but now, he has completed it. Yarick raised his head, his red laser eyes flashing with red light.

He walked between the King of Destruction and the technician and came to the mirror-like man. The two looked at each other, as if they were examining each other's inside and outside. After a moment, Yarick said, "You must help. She, you have no choice.”

"Why?" the man asked.

"I saw the future of this desert. If she died, there would be no more Sally, no more rocks, and no more souls. They would disappear in the flames."

Yarick said solemnly, his laser eyes reflected the face on the mirror in front of him, but those laser eyes seemed to be able to see many things that could not be seen, "The flames will devour everything. If we can't solve those Those polluted beasts, those blasphemous beings, then the result will not change. The Emperor will send down the fire of judgment, the baptism of fire, which will cleanse the dirt of this world."

"What he means is that we come here to reconnoiter and must report back, but no matter whether we succeed or not, the fleet will arrive, and at that time, the expedition force will judge that the planet cannot be recaptured within acceptable losses, and then Immediately issue an extermination order and everything will be burned to the ground."

The technician understood what Yarick meant and translated it into a more understandable meaning. As he spoke, the locals around him looked at each other. They didn't know that they could understand what the technician said, but they were just doing it on purpose. He pretended not to understand, or they understood it through other methods, but since it worked, he decided to continue talking.

"You must revive the commander and remove the Chaos pollution from her body, because if we want to contact the fleet, we must do it from the shuttle, and to activate the shuttle, only she can do it. Although you are also a psyker, I think You don’t understand the Imperial Machine Vehicles, only she can.”

"Help us and save the commander, so that everyone will be fine. I promise that we will not report your news to the fleet, the Empire will not be able to rule the entire planet, and the expeditionary force will not stay. We will inform the fleet of your enemies, and then the expeditionary force will help you eliminate them and return this land to you."

The hunter explained, and the gun pointed at his head behind him was also put down after the communication between the slave girl and the man. The hunter came over, approached Yarik, came to his side and faced the mirror-like man with him.

"We only have these two requirements, nothing else. If you don't help us, we will all die together."

"I am not afraid of death." The mirror-like man answered in an extremely calm voice. If you are not observant enough, you will think that what he said is true, but Yarik knows that this is not entirely true.

"You are their shepherd. You have lived through the ages, sheltering them in the desert. You need to protect your flock and fight those threats."

"And the one in front of me is one of the evil wolves I have to fight."

"Wolf packs are not one and the same. There must be predators in nature. You can't change this, but you can decide to cooperate with the more kind predator. Your flock will be destroyed by fire. You can stop the fire from coming. Will you?"

As Yarik said, the mirror-like man fell silent. He raised his head slightly, and his invisible eyes flickered invisibly behind him. The hunter looked at the people on the side. They all looked at each other, but no one expressed their opinions. They were waiting, waiting for their leader's answer.

Shoot, or not, help or kill, all this will be decided in a moment.

The mirror-like man looked in the direction of the front of the car. He tilted his head slightly, and after a long silence, he slowly spoke, "She needs treatment. Your medicine may be useful, but it has reached its limit now. Get in the car and take her with me, if time is still on our side."

He made a conclusion, then turned and left. The people around him also put down their guns. The hunter breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. It was caused by the hot environment and tension, but now, the hunter felt a sense of coolness under the sun.

"Well done, Political Commissar. I almost thought that our mission would fail."

"We will not fail. The Emperor's mission will never fail. No matter what our fate here is, alive or dead, the Emperor will win."

"But it's better to have the kind of victory we like. I don't want to stand on the ground and watch the whirlwind torpedoes fall down." The King of Destruction said, carrying the machine gun on his shoulder. The hunter looked at him and waved his hand to greet the others beside the truck. The locals around climbed on the back of the sauropod war beast rider beside them. They moved quickly and stepped up and instantly climbed onto the back of the bipedal war beast that was three or four meters high.

The riders took the reins and raised the spear-like barrel with the other hand. The bipedal mounts they sat on immediately roared and turned their heads, stepping on the sharp claws and feet in the yellow sand and turning to run. The war beasts carried the riders down the sand dunes, jumped up and landed on the sand and ran rapidly.

The mirror-like man also climbed onto a bipedal sauropod beast. When its rider approached, the mount bent down and crawled on the ground with its front paws. It stood up after the rider climbed onto its back, then turned and ran into the desert. The riders who were waiting for him there followed him after he passed.

The bipedal beasts gathered in the desert. The man with the mirror on his face raised the scepter in his hand and swung it forward. The riders behind him ran after him.

"If you don't want to, then move. Destroyer, go add water. Crosshair, Echo, go back to the car. Technician, go back and take care of the commander." The hunter ordered, and the team immediately took action. Destroyer found a bucket again, filled it with water, and added coolant to the engine. The hunter climbed into the cab. He drove the truck again and followed the riders who raised their spears high.

The hunter looked at their backs, the wind blowing on them, blowing up their cloaks, revealing the symbol of a reborn phoenix with its wings spread out below. It was different from the phoenix in human culture, but suddenly, the hunter remembered where he had heard these words.

"Eldar, Savage Eldar."