Chapter 418

Salpurdon, the former director of the think tank of the soul drinker regiment, raised his head. His noble face in the past is now as pale as a dead body, and his face is distorted by anger and frustration.

In the darkness like a cold tomb, the burning brazier lit up his face, and his eyes reflected the flame.

"I saw a prophecy and received the truth through the sense of sacrificial blood on the tip of my tongue."

He was growling in a low voice, facing the silent audience, the ancient fearlessness, and Dan yasos, the author of military Q & A.

"Countless scenes filled my mind. I repeated the mantra, offered tribute and sacrifice, prayed to Da Neng, and spent countless hours meditating to open myself to the greatness and wisdom of the living ether, but the meaning was still vague!"

Salpurdon clenched his fist, and the servo muscles of the power armor wailed with the tension of his body.

"I can't stand this humiliation. I want to smash his bones with my fist and let him pay for his crimes. I want to take back our sacred things!"

"Calm down, salperdon."

The ancient fearless roared. The sound was like the mausoleum itself. The incredible deep bass echoed between the calm tombstone. Every word was slow and calm, and was enhanced by the powerful public address system.

In the past, danyasos was a strong hero who fought side by side with other great soldiers. As a company commander, he led the soul drinkers against countless enemies of the emperor, and wrote the soul work of the soul drinkers.

Since the day he joined the regiment, salpurdon has been studying every sermon and lecture record of him.

At that time, it seemed to him that every article written by the ancient soldier was a perfect masterpiece of rhetoric and faith, full of indignation and hatred.

However, danyasos fell in a battle, a battle against the great enemy of mankind.

"You are too resistant to those scenes. They are gifts from the gods. You should accept them as grateful as other gifts from power."

The remains of the passionate leader are now buried in the iron coffin in front of salperdon. Even though his body has been completely destroyed, he continues to live in the tomb made of a new shell.

But no one knew he was still alive, not even salperdon.

Until he was embraced by the power of chaos, a whisper told him the truth.

At first, he still had doubts. When he led the remnant army of drinking soul to the desolate planet of selaka and found the fearlessness stored in the static position in the planet's catacombs, he finally confirmed that what he heard was true.

It was not until this time that he really understood their secrets.

According to the narration of danyasos, the soul drinkers were the blood of the second Legion. Their protoplasm and Legion were destroyed by the ruthless emperor and brothers.

Danathos was able to know all this because after awakening the power of the former legion, he was favored by the dark power and returned the disappeared history to him.

His goal until now is to rebuild the second Legion and avenge the empire that destroyed them in the name of dark power!

Knowing all this, salpurdon was calm, and the confusion surrounding him went with the wind.

More importantly, he wanted revenge more and more urgently, and wanted to revenge the man who took everything from him.

Star knight, soshyan Alexei.

"Yes, venerable."

After danyasos spoke, salpurdon's frustration and anger disappeared.

He smiled. His face, which had looked confused and distorted by anger, returned to calm again, and a pair of black eyes glittered.

"Don't be impatient. Expect to be satisfied immediately."

Danazos continued:

"As long as you continue to walk on the road of dedication, the glory and favor of the gods will come, but you must take the initiative to throw yourself into the arms of power, and they will support you. Only in this way can you lift the fog in front of you. Only in this way can you understand the meaning of those scenes, and you don't need to be afraid of darkness, because you are darkness."

Fearless raised its huge mechanical arm and hissed steam from its joints.

"Our father of genes was infinitely close to this road, but he was finally torn apart by those cruel brothers, just as those villains tore up our battle group!"

Just mentioning the Word War Regiment made salpurdon feel a tingle.

The memories in his mind were still vivid, and the anger, hatred and righteous anger in his body were still burning.

How he wished he could lead the soldiers to kill those hypocrites and traitors now, but he couldn't do it.

"But we are too weak now."

Salpurdon says bitterly:

"We have less than a hundred soldiers left, only a small warship. All our weapons and equipment have been lost. We have almost nothing."

"Are you afraid?"

"No, of course not..."

Salperdon hung his head.

"It's just that there's no plan yet."

"Go back to the boat first. Maybe others have plans."

Hearing the fearless words, salpurdon frowned, but did not ask more, but summoned the thunder eagle.

When the thunder Eagle brought fearless back to the Grey Hound, the priest ixtinos had been waiting at the flight deck.

With firm steps, salpurdon followed the fearless down the raid ramp lowered by the thunder eagle.

Then he took off his helmet and took a deep breath.

Now the Grey Hound's cabin is full of pollutants, smoke and corruption. Great changes have taken place since salperdon used his psionic powers to control the ship's navigator and star Whisperer.

The minaret, once carved with the sacred outline, was demolished and replaced by barbed iron pillars with many corpses.

The purplish red lines covered the originally flat and gray walls of the upper deck, and the walls of the corridor were painted with the symbols of the great gods with blood.

Nodding to the honor guards standing on both sides of the towering arch, salperdon and fearless walked through them into the wide terrace.

Ixtinos immediately went to the fearless side and knelt down with his head down.

"Welcome back, great master."

After a while, fearless gently put the mechanical arm on his head.

"The dark gods of the invisible bless you, my chief priest, get back."

Iktinos stood up.

"The soul drinker has been brought back to the right path, although the process is not perfect."

"The so-called perfection is just an illusory trap."

Fearless responded decisively:

"We should pursue more practical results. You did a good job."

"Your praise gives me great honor, master, but now we still face many difficulties and enemies."

"There is no need to worry. As long as we take the right path, we will crush any enemy. They are stronger than us. Yes, but it is not so when they are in the rotten greenhouse of the Empire. We have many ways to weaken them through provocation, seduction and deception, and they will be vulnerable."

"I understand, master, but..."

Iktinos glanced at salperdon.

"I don't think our new war commander understands that."

Salpurdon looked at the priest and said nothing. His eyes didn't even fluctuate, as if he were just looking at a stone.

"Salpurdon doesn't need to understand. He will be the leader of the Legion. He knows his position and can perform his duties perfectly."

Fearless said with deep meaning:

"He is, and always is, a better soldier than you, ixtinos."

"Master, I, I didn't mean that --"

"I didn't blame you."

Fearless swings the robot arm.

"Back to business, as you said, we are in trouble and lack all necessary human and material resources. Do you have any solution?"

Salpurdon's expression finally changed. He raised his eyebrows and looked at the priest with great interest. His mutated appendages scratched gently on the metal ground.

"Yes, master, I have some preliminary ideas."

"Tell me."

"About the star Knights --"

Iktinos paused for a moment, then glanced at salperdon, determined that the other party's expression was a little stiff, and then continued with a slight smile.

"I checked the battle records of the Grey Hound and found that the other party used a large cruiser during the attack, and it was not any model known to the Empire... According to the records of the Empire, the star Knights suffered a devastating blow a few years ago, almost the whole army was destroyed, and then they were removed by the decadent Tara Council, and all the regiment assets were destroyed by another new battle The regiment received that in this case, they have no reason to have such a powerful warship. "

"It may also have been captured in a battle."

Salperdon coldly threw out a possibility.

Iktinos smiled.

"Yes, it's really possible, and it's still very possible... Speaking of it, I've heard from some friends that the red pirates issued a reward order."

"Reward order? What's the target?"

"A warship."

As soon as he said this, salperdon immediately showed a clear look.

"You mean... They robbed the ship from Huron."

"It may or may not be, but it doesn't matter."

The priest looked like a wise bead in his hand. This artificial expression made salperdon nausea, but it was not easy to attack.

"The important thing is that with this information, we can connect with Huron. Now the power of the black heart king is developing rapidly, and he is a well-known warlord. Maybe we can rely on him to restore power temporarily."

"You want us to go to the red pirates?"

Salperdon's tone suddenly changed.

"Now our situation is very bad. Let's put down your useless self-esteem first, commander."

The priest spoke the last three words very strangely, and there was a spiritual spark in salperdon's eyes.

"All right."

Finally, the fearless man who had been silent for a long time opened his mouth, and the two men who were at war immediately converged.

"Iktinos is right. At present, we should restrain unnecessary self-esteem. Salperdon, don't forget that the result is the most important."

Salpurdon twitched from the corners of his eyes and finally hung his head.

"Yes."

"Iktinos, do as you say and contact the black heart king."

"Yes, master, I'll do it right away."