Chapter 307

The crow Prince stopped behind the blasted incomplete wall pile and held his arms in front of his breastplate. The cloak made of gene thief's skin patted in the rising air of thunder Eagle vortex fan.

The silent eyes penetrated into the drizzle.

This is the case in the rainy season in valledo, where it is almost difficult to stop the rain.

This place is surprisingly quiet. It's hard to imagine that hundreds of thousands of lives were fighting, falling and rotting here.

Suddenly, he caught the clatter of boots on the wetland and the scraping of metal. The reason why those voices could be heard was not because they were unusually loud, but because everything was unusually quiet except the sound of raindrops beating the leaves.

There is a smell of salinization, corrosion and algae in the air.

For sevita, all the sounds were as clear as the rustle of leaves on the forest path.

He tasted the wind.

Listen.

Wait.

The first virtue of a master hunter is patience.

The first lesson learned by hunters is caution.

Across the parallel runway, thunder eagles are unloading the elite who have just returned, and then they will transport the bodies of the dead warriors back to orbit.

The operation cost a lot. Fifteen soul drinkers and two star knights were killed.

Soul drinkers lose important veterans, while star Knights continue to lose blood in a state of anemia. Both are unacceptable.

So, naturally, soshyan was in a very bad mood.

"You have to learn to accept death."

Before the man behind him stood still, sevita spoke first. He didn't even turn his head to see who it was.

"I thought you wouldn't come."

Soshyan's voice was very cold. He still resisted the acceptance of sevita in his heart

"If you can't even see this, maybe I can't expect too much."

The rain grew heavier and beat on sevita's armor, making his cloak heavy.

When soshyan came here, sol followed him.

The battle leader of the star Knight looked over the shoulders of the crow princes to the burning corpse.

"You ended the battle here."

On the battlefield, we can occasionally see some moving targets, such as shadows or bloody ghosts, whose armor is covered with blood and dust.

Soshyan's mood was not only bad because of the emergence of sevita, but also because Farzad's team lost two soldiers in the process of destroying the altar.

To outsiders, soshyan said nothing about the loss.

But then he kept staring at the bodies of the two soldiers in silence, which aroused his dark memories.

Because the operation did not bring a pharmacist, their genetic seeds had to be harvested by the pharmacist of the soul drinker. Now their bodies are lying in the thunder eagle's cabin.

Sevita also noticed soshyan's bad mood. He snorted from his nose with a little contempt.

"Sort of."

The once smooth parapet wall of the Ministry of justice fortress is now full of pits, which has obviously been sprayed by heavy automatic fire.

The light came out from the tubular support and was continuously attacked by rain and moths. The rainstorm beat on the concrete battlements like knuckles on the thick defensive city wall. The rain flowed down the potholed curved surface of the weapon fort and converged into a waterfall, flooding the trenches and squares below.

The cold stone wall reminds sevita of zoa and the home he abandoned for his duty.

This darkness, this strong sense of oppression, are the same.

Even the electric vibration of the lamp oil is similar to the bare brazier, although it has the illusion of warmth and no smell of ash.

Nearly 4000 star armies and more than 300 star soldiers were stationed at the gate and parapet of the fortress, but it was silent.

Outside the Great Wall, the patrol made rhythmic bangs, like slow Thunder - and in such a heavy rain, the sound was hardly noticeable.

In a disastrous state, though there are some parts of the rain and foam, the scorched spots and scratches on the surface still appear, and the spire and the sentry tower are also damaged by some light automatic gun caliber.

But there is no reliable physical evidence on the battlefield - corpses.

When soshyan arrived, he saw only a monster composed of a huge pile of corpses.

At this moment, a few mortals who are still performing tasks are wearing wax clothes, but soshyan is not wearing a helmet, but even cold and heavy armor.

"But I'm still curious about your reason. Shouldn't it be a sense of justice?"

The crow Prince pulled a smile from his face.

"Do you think so?"

"So I'm curious."

At this time, judge Marcus and his entourage were also approaching. After questioning the battlefield survivors, he was also shocked and curious about the powerful soldier who suddenly appeared on the battlefield and turned the war situation on his own.

On the one hand, out of respect, on the other hand, with a little doubt, he wanted to know more about the mysterious soldier, especially his unique helmet, which made him feel a little uneasy.

After all, bats are not auspicious in the Empire, because it is easy to think of a rebellious army in the past.

It is known for its cruelty and ruthlessness. Even before the rebellion, it has a frightening reputation. Even after ten thousand years, many of their cruel deeds are still circulating in the Empire.

Its number in the imperial expeditionary Corps is [8], and its name is Lord midnight.

Of course, you can't judge the composition of a soldier because of the shape of a helmet, and Marcus also believes that the other party is loyal. He is more curious.

"Excuse me, I'm judge Marcus ognis luclesio."

He opened his mouth carefully and tried not to be so presumptuous.

"Can I know the name of this warrior?"

Then he looked at sevita.

But the other party only left him a back.

"What? Doubt me?"

Hearing sevita's voice mixed with sneer, Marcus immediately explained:

"No, no, no, you misunderstood. I just... Want to know your name. It's a pity to miss such a great soldier."

"Killing a few demons is great. Your standard of greatness is too low, judge."

"Er..."

Marcus's will collapsed before his first argument was formed.

Sevita turned around.

The heavy eyes fixed on Marcus for a moment, made him unable to move, and then let him go.

The judge then dropped visibly.

"There is still a lot of work to be done here, judge. Your attention should not be on me."

"Work...?"

The crow Prince's face turned to the rain.

"There's a predator here. I know it. It's an instinct. It's restless in sub space. Its attention is focused on other things."

At the moment when sevita turned back, everyone except Marcus retracted their necks into their collars, including the Death Cult assassin Malthus, who also stepped back, looked away and remained silent.

The killing of his followers caused a storm, and even the elders of the tribe never let him do so, including other star soldiers.

He came to a conclusion at once——

The man in front of us is a top killer.

They can also kill them all in a very short time.

But fortunately, the man's killing intention soon converged, just like the ebb tide, quietly and with traces to follow.

"Its two failures have damaged too much strength. Now I should take the initiative to attack, otherwise it may choose to run away."

Sevita's smile was fleeting, and the people present, including soshyan, could not see through or interpret its true meaning.

Then his cold black eyes turned to the distant sky.

"You have to play really in the back."