Chapter 349 Rain Rain

"Go and call Lord Cyprian and tell him it's my order."

Walking through the ranks of soldiers, Hornthorn came to the stretcher and looked down at the Astropath. Even though the latter was in a coma, his limbs were still twitching slightly, which suddenly reminded him of something.

The champion swordsman was stunned for a moment after hearing the order, then nodded, turned around and disappeared at the edge of the crowd.

In the temporary barracks of the Imperial Fists, most soldiers had received the garrison order and left. In the quiet and spacious barracks, only the technical sergeants and mechanical slaves occasionally made tiny sounds.

Champion swordsman Oleg came to the barracks and walked straight to the edge of the camp. After passing through several barracks, a unique tent appeared in front of him.

"Who?"

The people in the tent were extremely sensitive to sound, and Oleg's footsteps were detected by him from a distance.

"In the name of the Primarch and the Lord of the Earth, I am here to summon your service by order of Captain Hornthorn, the fourth captain of the Imperial Fists."

Oleg recited the long name, which was completely opposite to his usual concise and powerful style.

The figure in the tent heard Oleg's words and gave the same solemn answer:

"Are you ordered?"

"Yes!"

"Is it necessary?"

"Yes!"

"Do you accept the price?"

"Yes!"

The conversation between the two was brief and clear, and seemed to have a clear logic and fixed procedures.

And with each response from the other party, the tone of the champion swordsman Oleg became more solemn.

"Then, in the name of the Nikaea Agreement, we unclean people respond to the call of the Primarch and accept the commander's order!"

Buzz!

The sleeping power armor woke up in the sound of the servo, and the giant made of steel also stood up from the tent.

When the curtain in front of Oleg was lifted by a big hand, what appeared in front of him was another precious and special tactical dreadnought.

"Warrior of Dorne, lead the way."

The giant's face was covered by a helmet made of white skulls, and a cold voice came from the loudspeaker;

From the long staff with coolant flow pipes in his hand and the dense purity marks on his armor, it can be seen that this son of Dorne has a very special tactical position in the chapter - the chief librarian (think tank).

(The Imperial Fists are not friendly to psychics, especially after the "Nikaea Agreement" presided over by the Emperor himself officially came into effect, the psykers of the Legion era have been ordered to actively consume their psychic energy and survive in the Legion as exhausted.

It is for this reason that in the post-Imperial era, the Imperial Fists had to compromise with the existence and use of psychics, but as think tanks in the chapter, they still had to appear with the orders of senior officers.)

The crowd in the distance was pushed aside again, and Hornthorn opened his eyes and saw the arrival of the champion swordsman Oleg and the company chief librarian Cyprian.

"In response to your decree..." Ziprian nodded to Hornthorne, and at the same time, he also found the astropath on the stretcher at his feet.

"Help him, we need his answer." Hornthorne said.

"I'll try my best..." Ziprian nodded slightly. This soulless body made him roughly understand the astropath's experience. But Ziprian's psychic power did not belong to the induction system, and he did not know how much he could help this unfortunate person.

Bringing the astropath to a nearby cabin, Ziprian slowly closed his eyes under the gaze of others.

His spirit awakened from silence, and his mind began to leap towards the direction of the highest heaven; the psychic amplification device on the helmet started spontaneously, and the coolant in the pipes on both sides of the long staff in his hand began to surge.

Buzz!

It was like falling down from the ocean in reality, and like floating up from the depths of the tide in the subspace;

The next second after completing the self-harmony of the mind, the scenery of the highest heaven appeared in Ziprian's eyes for the first time in a long time.

He did not linger on the various visions in front of him, but looked down at the reality. While maintaining his psychic vision, his palm like a palm leaf stretched forward and held the skinny hand of the Astropath.

Boom!

The psychic power possessed by the Holy Scripture Qiprian was too violent for mortals, even though he was careful again and again. Fortunately, the owner of this body was not here. Through the fragile connection between the body and the spirit, Qiprian finally saw the soul lost in the waves of the subspace.

"Come back..." A call wrapped in Qiprian's spiritual power was sent along the anchor of the Astropath's body and spirit to the distant sea of ​​stars.

The soul of the Astropath was awakened by this voice and remembered his existence and his counter-espionage self again.

"Come back..." The lost soul found his own existence, but after experiencing the baptism of the power of the subspace, his self-awareness in his spirit was extremely thin.

Qiprian sensed the powerlessness of the Astropath, but there was not much time left for the Astropath. If he continued to delay like this, what awaited the Astropath would be eternal integration with the Subspace.

"Come back!" He estimated the limit of the strength that the Astropath's body could bear, and gambled by inputting his own strength all at once.

In the eyes of the Astropath, the huge power was like a hot and cold big hand, forcibly holding his soul on the verge of breaking, and then pulling it out of the Subspace.

"Hiss... Hu... Hiss... Hu..."

Like a drowned person being pulled out of deep water, the awakened Astropath panted violently. Sweat oozed from his pores, and his clothes were soaked in a few seconds.

But he was still happy, happy to hear his own heartbeat again;

He was still grateful that he could return to the human world and experience the existence of life.

"Thank you..." Exhausted, the Astropath still looked up at Cyprian with difficulty.

After seeing the iconic power armor on the opponent, he also recalled the mission that he and his colleagues had sacrificed for.

"Has the news gotten out?" Hornthorne asked urgently.

The one who responded to him was that the Astropath nodded his head slightly with all his strength before falling into deep sleep.

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Boom!

The dull thunder fell from the clouds, and after the light rain just passed, the long rainy season finally ushered in the official start of the sky in the City of Divine Grace.

"It's raining."

Hornthorne, who left the passage of the underground fortress, stood at the observation point of the forward fortress and looked at the clouds in the sky worriedly.

The rainy season, which arrives a week earlier than normal, not only delays the planned deployment of troops, but also adds a lot of interference to the ground-to-orbit air defense weapons.

In the scene at this moment, Hornthorne, who was shouldering a heavy burden, couldn't help but wonder whether this was some kind of ominous omen from the Emperor.

"At least we still have hope..."

At some point, Stuart, the captain of the Ultramarines, was standing behind him. He thought that the question and answer he had just had with the Astropath in the passage was already known to him.

"Yes, we still have hope." Hornthorne repeated the encouragement from his comrades, but what he was thinking about was how to maintain this hope.

"It's raining..." Stewart's voice rang in his ears.

Sensing the strangeness in his words, Hornthorne suddenly raised his head. Then at the end of the former's gaze, he saw those tiny points of light in the sky, streaks of bright red traces in the torrential rain...

renew.