Chapter 357

In order to recapture a warship, they lost another warship and lost their leader. When they left the pursuit, the soldiers of the broken Eagle felt that they were trapped in a dark and ironic joke.

He was the only one with complicated mood, walking in the dark cabin.

Finally, he came to the navigation room.

The lighting of the navigation room is stronger than that of other rooms and corridors of the ship, which is illuminated by the granular light of nearly 30 display screens used for external image feedback.

They project their gray glare all over the navigation room and bleach the central dome like snow. The smell of nutrient solution drifted in the air.

She's not in the water.

In the months since they won the curse echo, even when half of the ship was rubbed or cleaned by fire, when she needed to maintain the deepest contact with the ship's machine soul, the navigator otavia would use the nutrient pool 5.

Talos valkoran, a former pharmacist of the eighth Legion and now the leader of the broken Eagle war Gang, is also a prophet. Taros valkoran, nicknamed "soul Hunter", has contacted and understood the former prisoners in the pilot room, and can deeply understand the reasons why most pilots refuse to stay in the nutrient solution for too long.

The air in otavia's private space is mixed with a mixture of slightly leaked chemical smell, the ticking of sweat, the moldy edge of her book and the smell of natural oil in her hair, even if she has just washed it.

Talos walked around the pool and approached the seat facing the monitor.

Each screen shows the different positions of the hull, the void above them, and several worlds in which they orbit, in sharp contrast to the moon.

"Otavia."

She opened her eyes, looked at him with a little vague sleep, but soon disappeared.

Otavia's black hair was tied into a horsetail and hung from a silk handkerchief.

"You're awake."

She said without stopping her hand.

"Just like you."

"Yes, although I don't want to wake up."

There was a half smile on her lips.

"What did you dream of?"

"I don't remember anything."

The soldier pointed to the world on the screen in front of her.

"Do you know the name of the world?"

She nodded.

"Setims told me I don't know why you want to come back here."

Talos shook his head.

"I don't know. My memory is still in the fragments before I was stunned by hallucinations."

He sighed.

"Home, at least our second home, in northram

Then there will be sargulasa, a rotten world. "

"It has been colonized, although only a small number of people have recently begun colonization."

"I know."

"So what do you want to do?"

"I don't know."

Otavia turned to her seat, still covered in her silk blanket.

"It's always cold in this room."

She looked up at him and waited for him to speak.

When he said nothing, he realized that he had nothing to say.

"It's difficult to sail here. The star torch doesn't shine so far from Tara. The edge is darker than darkness."

"Can I ask how it feels?"

The pilot played with the hairpin on her hair as she spoke.

"Sub space is dark here, completely dark. The colors here are all black. Can you imagine a thousand dark shadows, each darker than the last one?"

He shook his head.

"You're asking me to imagine a concept different from the physical universe."

"It's cold.

”She said, turning her face sideways.

"How can a color become cold? In the dark, I can feel those common sense intolerable existence: the soul roaring straight at the hull, and the lonely and indifferent tumor."

"Tumor?"

"I can only describe them like this, huge, nameless venom and painful entities, with malicious wisdom."

Talos nodded.

"It may be the souls of the false gods."

"How can their real existence be called hypocrisy?"

"I don't know."

She shivered.

"Where we sailed before, even if we were far away from the star torch, we were still illuminated by the emperor's light. No matter how far we sailed, you can always see the shadow across the edge, and the invisible devil swam through the liquid torture... But I can't see anything here. It doesn't mean that I can't find the way through the storm. I've been trained, but it's a blind man looking for the way, which seems to be disappeared in a flash The lost wind is erased“

At this moment, he disturbed his mind because her experience was similar to his own illusion

"But we got here and did a good job."

"I also found other things, small creations, which are milder than the sub space around them, like eyes. When I put the ship close, something will look at me."

"Should we pay attention to it?"

Otavia shrugged.

"I don't know. Maybe it's just one of thousands of crazy demons."

"Here we are. That's what matters."

Another silence came between them.

This time, Talos opened it first.

"Long ago, we had a fortress here, a castle composed of black stone and twisted spire. Our mother dreamed of it one night, and then spent tens of thousands of slaves to build it, which took more than 20 years."

He paused, and otavia looked at the cold skull on his visor, waiting for him to go on.

Talos gasped and turned into a roar from the loudspeaker.

"The core sanctuary is called the scream corridor. Has anyone ever mentioned this?"

She shook her head.

"No, never."

"The mother transformed the eternal world, matched the original sin in his mind, and built walls with flesh and blood... The living man was melted into the architectural style, which was as exquisite as being processed by witchcraft, and the ground was covered with living faces made by machine servants.

He shook his head. The memory was so strong that it would never fade.

"Those screams, otavia, you'll never hear such a sound. They never stop! The people cast into the wall cry to come out, and the faces on the floor wail and cry."

She forced herself to show an imperceptible smile.

"That sounds like sub space."

He glanced at her and muttered his thanks.

"Sorry, you know what that sounds like,"

She nodded, but said nothing more.

"The most evil thing is that you become immune to the crying chorus, and the painful sounds become tolerable. After a while, you find yourself enjoying it very much. When you are surrounded by sin, your thinking becomes simple. The original torture began to be meaningless, and later, it became music."

The prophet was silent for a moment.

"Of course that's what he wants. He wants us to understand the commandments of the Legion, just as he believes."

When Talos knelt at the seat, otavia began to panic again.

"I can't learn anything from this senseless atrocity."

When he sighed, he unlocked the snap ring on his neck and took off his helmet.

She was shocked again.

Originally, he was very handsome - if not for his cold eyes and the pale complexion of a corpse.

Taros is like a statue, a demigod carved from marble. Because of his monotony and charm, he is not suitable for viewing.

"This is not a senseless atrocity, this is a admonition. We understand that law and order - civilization will only continue based on the fear of punishment. Human beings are not peaceful animals, but a creation that creates wars and conflicts. If we want to force these beasts to civilization, we must remind those who hurt the general public that they will be tortured... Once upon a time, we were sure that the emperor thought Let us take on this important task. He wants us to become angels of death. Once upon a time, we were angels of death. "

It was nearly a minute before she blinked.

In many long talks in the past, he has never said so many details.

"Please go on."

She fought for more.

"But some people say he betrayed us. Once our role is achieved, he will betray us. Others claim that we should loosen our collar. We play our established role too much, and we have become the beasts we were supposed to suppress."

He saw a flash of doubt in her eyes.

"These are not important. What matters is how to start and end."

The light flashes and goes out.

The soldiers and navigators kept a few heartbeats in the dark, shrouded only by the eyepiece of armor and the dark light on the gray screen.

"This has happened more and more frequently recently. Before, the blood alliance hated me, and now the curse echo hates all of us."

"Interesting superstition."

He responded, suddenly the light resumed, and the topic did not continue.

For a long time, they talked to each other silently for a long time.

"Did your father die without a leader“

"The Legion scattered into companies and battle groups, each with its master... The existence of the protoplasm once encouraged us to unite. Without him, many predatory war gangs traveled farther from sargulasa and stayed outside longer."

Talos said this and couldn't hide his sobs.

"Over the years, many people did not return. Many company commanders or lords claimed that they were the children of the midnight ghost, but each voice was refuted by others. Now no one can unite the rebel Legion. That's the fact. Although I hate him, Abaddon's success made him stand out from us. His name spread all over the Empire and plundered Abaddon, the chosen Abaddon, not Horus“

Otavia shuddered uncontrollably. She knew the name. She heard it in the whisper of Tara's power Hall.

Abaddon, the great enemy, the death of the Empire, the language of his triumph spread under the throne in the last century of mankind.

"Only one person."

Talos's conversation turned.

"There is only one person who can keep his title without being betrayed by his brother. At least he can survive his brother's betrayal. But even he has struggled to reunite the Legion, but there are too many ideas, conflicts and expectations in the Legion."

"His name?"

"Yago savitalion."

The prophet said quietly:

"We call him prince crow, but it is said that he died when he besieged Tara palace, very long since my father died."

She hesitated before she spoke.

"Makushin talked to me about him."

"Makushen came to talk to you?"

The navigator grinned. Her teeth were whiter than those of each team member. It seems that her time as a slave is still too short.

"You're not the only one who tells stories, you know."

"What did he say?"

"He is your brother and the one you haven't tried to kill. You should be able to guess."

The prophet's black eyes flickered with some suppressed emotions, which she could not call happy or boring.

"I still don't know makushin very well."

"He most often tells of the great rebellion. He tells me about his brothers' death on the walls of the Imperial Palace, or the jihad against the angels, and the subsequent centuries. He likes to write down these and write down their actions and deaths, you know?"

Taros shook his head. He didn't know it.

"How did he tell the crow prince?"

"He said that sevita was not dead."

These words made the prophet's lips burst into a ghost like smile.

"That's a funny lie. Every Legion has its secrets and myths. The Devourers also say that a company commander was promoted to God by a blood thirsty God."

Otavia didn't laugh.

"When will you land?"

"Right away."