Chapter 803 Where Are the Sefer People?

Cyver.

This is more of a title to describe the leader of the Fallen Angels than a name.

He is a figure wrapped in shadows, and every move is hidden in mystery.

The Dark Angels have been hunting Cyver for ten thousand years, and every failed capture has frustrated the Dark Angels' top brass.

But they must keep hunting until there is no Fallen Angel in the entire galaxy, and the Dark Angels can serve the Emperor without worries.

"His influence is getting bigger and bigger, and the difficulty of cover-up has also increased sharply." Azrael said heavily. At the end of these forty-one thousand years, Cyver gradually turned from a remote rumor circulating in the Empire into a legend.

The mysterious loner who fought for freedom, the savior of Parasis, the bandit in the Horizon Uprising, and the voice of the Emperor who recently circulated in the Cadia Sector.

Ezekiel also agreed with Azrael's statement. He has used psychic power and bombs to purify the hearts of too many insiders.

"Although we still don't know the exact location of Cypher, we have confirmed this through our experience over the past ten thousand years. Whenever there is chaos, Cypher and his damned fallen angels must be hiding in the shadows." Azrael continued, "Next, the Dark Angels will fight on every turbulent planet in the Cadia Sector, capture the fallen angels and make them repent for their actions."

"Repent!" Azmodai roared, and the eyes under his helmet shot out tyranny and hatred fiercely from the eyepieces.

The inner circle meeting ended with the oath.

Azrael, the commander of the war in the Stone Fortress, watched the holographic projections disappear one after another, and then he walked deeper into the dark corridor.

The thick rock layer buried countless secrets, and the walls on both sides of the corridor were full of mottled texts and pictures recording the distant past.

The guardian who swore to stay here and never step out of the Stone Fortress for life cast a salute to Azrael.

Azrael also returned the greeting to the guardian. There were many elders who were more respected than him in this group.

The little men in green robes followed behind Azrael. They were short, not even half the height of Azrael's sword.

They were mysterious. No one could tell exactly what was under the robes, and no dark angel had ever heard the voices of the little men in robes.

Dark Watchers, these little men in robes were called by the dark angels.

Azrael let the dark watchers follow him with strange and frivolous steps. When he was still a recruit, the mentors in the chapter never tired of telling him to ignore the existence of these little men in robes.

As for those who were too curious and ignored the warnings, they would soon disappear in the megalithic fortress full of secrets.

The dark watchers followed Azrael to the door of the cell, and then they turned and left.

It was like a monitor, coming here just to prevent me from wandering around in the secret rock layer to discover secrets that even the chapter should not know.

Azrael looked at the back of the Dark Watcher and thought, then he stood at the door of the cell and chanted the ancient poem passed down by the Chapter Master.

The stasis position was lifted, the door opened, and a lifeless guy was lying on the ground. He recognized Azrael at the door just by the footsteps.

He slowly stood up, looking very weak, and his deep-set eyes also revealed a kind of dementia and turbidity.

Azrael would not be deceived by his appearance, nor would he show any mercy to this person.

"Traitor Luther." Azrael said, and he would start every communication with this sentence.

"Traitor?" Hearing this word, the dementia and turbidity in Luther's eyes disappeared, and scrutiny and contempt flashed in his eyes. For a moment, it seemed as if Luther was the interrogator, "I am not a traitor."

"You betrayed the Lion King." Azrael continued.

"The lion betrayed Caliban!" Luther's words showed a lack of respect for the Lion King Lion, which made Azrael angry.

He restrained his anger and approached Luther step by step. The huge shadow of the Space Marine did not make the skinny Luther feel any fear.

"You know, there were many people stronger than you in our time, little cub." Luther mocked lightly.

Azrael closed his eyes. A qualified chapter leader should not let anger rule his heart.

So he looked down at Luther and asked, "What are your plans? What are you going to do to Cadia?"

"I'm under the broken rocks of Caliban. I can't even escape from the cell where you set up a hundred protective runes. I have to rely on a life-support machine that is almost torturous to survive. But you ask me what my plan is? I miss you."

"You're wasting your time, Luther." Azrael replied, "Don't force me to seal you into the darkness of the delay device. I only need to wait here for a few seconds, while you need to feel loneliness for thousands of years."

Luther squinted at Azrael for a while, then he lowered his head and stared at the ground, "What do you want to know?"

"Just what I asked just now."

"That's too general, I need more specific questions."

"The location of Sever."

"Sever?" Luther laughed, "Are you still chasing the person with this title? And you haven't succeeded for so long?"

"That has nothing to do with you."

"How could the Dark Angels degenerate into what you are like? If the lion saw what you are like now, he would be so angry that he would faint."

Azrael remained silent, and Luther began to ramble on about the traditions of the Knights of Caliban and the scene when he met Lion Lion.

Luther and the Dark Angels Chapter have coexisted for 10,000 years. He has met every chapter leader and knows the setbacks the Dark Angels Chapter has encountered in every era.

In a sense, Luther is the living historical monument of the Dark Angels Chapter, and the only way for the Dark Angels to remember their unmasked homeland and their Primarch.

This is why Azrael can tolerate Luther's nonsense when he is delirious.

The Knights of Caliban have been extinct for a long time. Luther suddenly realized this, and then he cried in pain and held his head. The power of subspace was pouring out of his body, impacting the hundred-layer protective talisman in the room. arts.

His soul was torn apart in the disordered subspace of time and space, sometimes witnessing the past, and sometimes jumping to the future. These scenes brought his sanity to the verge of collapse. When Luther's soul returned to reality, it was when his sanity returned to normal. when.

Luther gasped, his voice tired and heavy, "Seph is in the fortress of Cadia, he is waiting for the opportunity."