"is that so......"
Hearing Talos' description, Casati made a regretful voice.
"It's a pity that I originally expected the company commander to come out to clean up the situation, but until the 41st millennium, he was unwilling to stand up, just watching those people sink... Maybe he was really tired. I once despised all the oath-breakers in the legion, but I always admire him. Between a crazy primordial body and a group of shameless subordinates, I still have to maintain the legion's airs. I'm afraid no one can do this job."
Talos looked at the former brother and suddenly asked in a very low voice:
"What exactly is that one going to do?"
"I said, don't ask me about these things."
"You have followed him for ten thousand years?"
"Not all, you know, that adult is more... withdrawn, not the type who likes to be followed by others. I mainly inquire about information for him, making him less...secret."
Talos smiled.
"He has so many filial sons and grandchildren, but he trusts you as an outsider. I don't know how sad those little crows should hear it."
"I probably have a more humorous sense than those cousins."
"Where has he been all these years?"
Casati pondered for a moment, came to Talos and whispered a name. Talos had heard it, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"It turns out to be like this... Haha, it's really like he can do it. In a sense, he and our father are really one and two sides."
Then, he changed his mind.
"By the way, I want to ask you about someone."
"who?"
"The Crow of Death."
Hearing Talos mention this title, Casati's eyes flashed slightly, and then he lowered his head and said:
"Why do you need to ask about him?"
"I have a guess I want to confirm."
"I guessed what your guess was, but it's not convenient to talk about him later."
Talos clicked him.
"Then I'll talk about you later, but I can't make the decision on your business. When Soshiyan decides, you'll be honest with me before that. I'll give you a cabin, but you can also regard it as a prison cell. In short, you have to stay in it first."
"That's great, brother, I thought you would let me live in the box."
Talosbie with a middle finger, then turned around and walked out of the cemetery. Casati laughed and followed.
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In the dark flight deck, the transport plane slowly stopped, and the closed gates in the distance could vaguely see the crazy gorgeous colors.
The deck was silent, with only the low noise of the transport engine and the slight noise of the mechanical friction transmission.
Soon, air waves overflowed around the transport plane, the ramp slowly lowered, and a flashing red light shone out, and a slender figure floated at the top of the ramp.
She was wearing a simple black veil dress and a black veil hat covering her face. She could vaguely see her graceful figure through the light behind her.
When the ramp hit the ground, she walked down gracefully, and the heels made a crisp sound in contact with the metal ramp, echoing on the dead flying deck.
Although it was dark here, it seemed that it could not stop her sight. She put her hands on her belly and walked along the passage calmly, as if a lady was walking in her castle, and all the passing gates were automatically opened.
As a huge creation that condenses human science and reason, the interior of this warship is contrary to its essence, and something reshaped it with superstition.
Wood carvings and bone pieces covered metal bulkheads, some of which were so huge that they could only be obtained from the most terrifying monsters, and even in small passages, even if there was no need to be decorated on a large scale, they were full of original features, such as moss-covered rocks, tingling pool water, bunches of tiny animal bones hanging from the ceiling, and the original weapons were chained to the wall like prisoners.
When she arrived at the main passage leading to the bridge, she stopped.
There were faint lights here, which were lighting balls on the columns on both sides of the passage. In the middle of the passage, a lone wolf was sitting upright on the metal ground. Its black fur almost blended with the darkness, with only the white teeth, two yellow eyes flashed by, and then it turned and ran away.
Then she began to walk, but in the shadows behind the huge metal pillars around her, something subtle began to appear.
It was a breath of beasts, a sharp claw and metal scratching, and a roar of threats one after another. All of this made this space seem like a forest at midnight, lurking the deadliest hunter—
Wolf pack.
But she was still unmoved and continued to walk along the passage.
The sounds became frequent, and in the interlaced dim light and shadows, some huge hairy objects flashed by. The only impression that they could leave was their dim eyes and sharp teeth covered with saliva.
They began to peek, and more and more greedy eyes flashed in the darkness, as if they were staring at an innocent deer walking in the forest, and were ready to go up and bite its throat, tear its flesh and feast.
Suddenly, she took out a handkerchief from her waist, covered her mouth and nose, and whispered:
"It's really smelly, beasts are beasts."
Her voice immediately caused a stir and barking, as if the beasts in the dark could understand her words.
Finally, she walked to a brass door. Among the complicated patterns on the door, the most conspicuous ones were the two wolf heads roaring with their heads raised.
At this time, the wild beasts also surrounded them. Each of them was nearly three meters tall, with thick hair, protruding mouth and nose, sharp and huge canine teeth. The forelimbs were in the form of human arms, but the palms were in the shape of claws. Although they were walking upright, the structure of the hind legs still maintained the posture of the wolf's tarsal joint, knee joint and harp joint.
Generally, there is a taboo name for this kind of existence-
Werewolf.
Moreover, they are not naked, with some rags on their bodies, and broken gray iron hanging on their shoulders and chests. You can vaguely see the logo of the wolf's head and a number 6.
While they growled, they threatened to make the claws in their hands reach out, and their eyes on the beast's face stared at the prey that made them feel unhappy, slowly approaching the prey.
"go back!"
Suddenly, a low, hoarse and slightly drunk sound rang behind the door.
It seemed like a gunshot, and instantly scattered the gathering wolves. They turned around and disappeared into the shadows, but the slight breathing meant that they had not really left.
Then, the brass door slowly opened, and the mourning woman put away her handkerchief and walked in.
Inside is an extremely spacious hall, with a structure like a ship being turned upside down. The dome is gradually narrowing at the two ends of the hall with high bulging ends. The angular columns are decorated with carvings of wolf heads, supporting the central beams, and between the columns is also covered with exquisite and colorful wolf head totems and carved plates, decorated with intertwined beasts, and their twisted movements inevitably end in the opponent's huge mouth of fangs.
In the middle of the hall is a towering bonfire, crackling, and the air is filled with the smell of rosin, herbs, moist fur, and the stuffy fragrance of animals sleeping in the nest, mixed with the faint smell of alcohol in the hall, giving people the feeling of being in the hall of a primitive tribe chief.
Chapter completed!