Chapter 610: The Savage Spirit Tribe (the branch line comes to an end)

The man's face was like a mirror, smooth and without traces. There was only the face of the crosshair on the entire smooth surface. He only saw himself on it, and he knew that the man was looking at him from behind the mirror.

He is a strange man, wearing a mask made of mirror-like material on the surface, and a long robe, but it is completely different from those around him. It is a clean velvet robe.

In this desert, it is as dazzling as a phoenix falling on the ground. Every piece of velvet and every line is shining with the brilliance of the sun itself.

He is taller than the crosshairs, and even has a head longer than the tallest King of Destruction in the team. He looks like a thin version of the Astartes, standing in front of several people, observing silently from behind the mirror

Hold them.

"Hello, people of the Lord of War, the embodiment of destruction." He unexpectedly spoke in Gothic. He had a strange accent, not unpleasant, but more like the sound of some kind of musical instrument.

The sound was sharp and deep, like an actor singing loudly on a troupe stage.

"Do you speak our language, Gothic?" the technician asked behind the sight. He turned off the translator in front of him. It was no longer necessary. The person should have looked over, but the technician could not judge.

At this point, his face is completely hidden behind the mirror. It must be a one-way mirror. Looking from the outside in, nothing is visible, but from the inside and outside, everything can be seen.

It was like an inscrutable master, deeply hidden and mysterious, "I do know your language, what do you call this language? Gothic, well I prefer to call it, war."

Barking, this is a rude language, but since you say it, then I have to do it."

His contemptuous tone made Crosshair very dissatisfied. He frowned and approached the man with his sniper rifle, "Take off your mask. I'm not used to communicating with people who hide themselves."

"Don't you hide your face? Under the sun, hide it in your helmet." The man asked. After thinking for a moment, he took off his helmet, and his slender face appeared in the sun.

, holding a toothpick in his mouth, "It's your turn, take it off."

"Well, you think this is a reciprocal obligation, but who is going to determine this? Is it an obligation? Or is it just your imagination?" He said strangely, with a high tone, sounding

It was like intentional irony, whether he meant it or not, Crosshair thought so.

"Why?" the man asked.

"We do want to explain, but if you think it's meaningless, then let's be realistic." The technician adjusted his glasses and said. He was still wearing a helmet and didn't seem to have any intention of taking it off. He was wearing a mirror mask.

People looked over.

"I saw the future of this desert. If she dies, there will be no more Sally, no more rocks, and no more souls. They will disappear in the flames."

While the technician was explaining, Yarick pulled up the robotic arm from the yellow sand on the ground. He had just been making some final adjustments to the arm. The previous accident did not give him enough time to complete all the work, but now, he has completed it.

Yarick raised his head, his red laser eyes flashing with red light.

The man walked to the side of the carriage. He came to Echo, looked at him and then looked directly into the carriage behind him. The slaves all stood up to greet him. Their hands first tapped their foreheads lightly, and then

Spreading forward, it seems to be some kind of greeting etiquette.

"And you need our help. Your robot is very interesting, but it can't understand this vast desert. It can't understand the destruction and death here." The mirror-like man said, holding Sally from the ground in his palm.

Floating, they undulated like waves in his hands.

"Wolves and wolves are not one and the same. There must be predators in nature. You can't change this, but you can decide to cooperate with that kinder predator. Your flock will be destroyed by fire. You

Can you stop the fire from coming?"

"Psychic." The hunter immediately made a judgment. He turned around and looked at the man. The mirror-like man also looked over. He tilted his head slightly, looked at the hunter, and then glanced at the few people beside the truck.

people.

"Ah, do you understand? What are they talking about?" The King of Destruction didn't understand at all. It was obvious, so he asked the technician who thought he should understand, and the latter gave him a negative answer, "No, no." "You.

How come you can't understand? Aren't you the best at these babbling riddles?" "I'm not a psyker."

"You want to explain to your people why you did what you did, why you left fire, why you left death." He read his own mind? The hunter was almost certain that he was a powerful psyker, and it seemed that he

It's the wizard that the girl talked about.

"We are here for a mission. We really have no interest in your culture and tribes. We will not change you, nor will we ask you to forgive the empire and be loyal to it. We are here with orders to spy on those savage green people.

skin, and bring their news back to the fleet."

"What he means is that we come here to reconnoiter and must report back, but no matter whether we succeed or not, the fleet will arrive, and at that time, the expedition force will judge that the planet cannot be recaptured within acceptable losses, and then

Directly issue an extermination order and everything you have will be burned to the ground."

"You are their shepherd. You have lived through the ages and protected them in the desert. You need to protect your flock against those threats."

The hunter knew what he was talking about. He had seen many people who accused the empire like this. He wanted to explain to them that the empire had no choice but to do this. In this dark war in the dark galaxy, kindness and compassion are the most dangerous existences.

, it will make you hesitate and waver, and these two are more dangerous than naval guns and sharp blades.

As Yarick said, the mirror-like man fell silent. He raised his head slightly, his invisible eyes flickering behind him. The hunter looked at the people aside. They all looked at each other, but they didn't.

When people express their opinions, they are waiting for their leader's answer.

He walked between the King of Destruction and the technician and came to the mirror-like man. The two looked at each other, as if they were examining each other's inside and outside. After a moment, Yarick said, "You must help.

She, you have no choice."

"You have saved our people, and the ancient grudges still linger, but I will not kill you for this, but I will not help you either. Compared to the dozens of people you saved, your country has never been

The souls taken away from us are far more than this, but the souls of dozens of people were exchanged for the souls of six people."

"Help us, help us find those greenskins, this is our reward for your help. You are also here to find these slaves, right? We brought them here, and spent a lot of time and money on the road.

energy."

"It's just that it's better to have the kind of victory that we also like. I don't want to stand on the ground and watch the cyclone torpedoes come down." The King of Destruction said, putting the machine gun on his shoulder. The hunter looked at him and waved

He raised his hand to greet the other people beside the truck. The locals around him climbed up behind the rider of the sauropod beast next to him. Their movements were agile, and they climbed up the mountain in an instant as they stepped up.

The back of a three- to four-meter-tall bipedal war beast.

As he spoke, he stroked the carvings on the scepter he held in his hand with his fingers. Those textures seemed to form waves of an ocean, and they coiled around the scepter, one layer after another.

The hunter looked at the changing desert waves on the man's hand. He walked over, and the man behind him suddenly pulled out his hand and pointed at his head, forcing the hunter to stop.

"I'm not afraid of death." The mirror-like man replied with an extremely calm voice. If your observation skills are not sharp enough, you will think that what he said is true, but Yarick knows that this is not entirely true.

It's the truth.

The mirror-like man also rolled over on top of a bipedal sauropod beast. When its rider approached, the mount actively leaned down and crawled on the ground with its front paws. It then rolled over on its back before standing up, then turned around and ran towards the beast.

He walked into the desert, where several riders who were waiting for him followed him after he passed by.

"Yes." Yarek, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said gloomily. His voice was like a sudden heavy rain in the hot desert, dispersing the heat wave surrounding him. The desert waves churning in the man's hands were also heard in Yarek.

The totem disintegrated before Ke's voice and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Visitors from outer space came to our dead home on a bolide, bringing with them a person who was also dying. I could see that the power of darkness was eroding his soul. She was in pain, and the pain was not the physical pain.

, but the loss of self, you should kill her, this is considered merciful and in line with your style, sons of destruction."

He turned to Yarick, raised his head slightly and looked at him, "Ah, two souls, two structures of will, I saw two souls in your body, not souls in this world, but souls in this world.

Through you, I exist in this world."

"Well done political commissar, I almost thought our mission was going to fail."

The hunter added that the gun pointed at his head behind him was also put down due to the communication between the slave girl and the man. Then the hunter came over, approached Yarick, and came to his side to face the mirror with him.

ordinary people.

"And what's in front of me is one of those evil wolves that I want to fight against."

The always gloomy crosshair frowned, and his finger pressed on the trigger, "Take it off, or I will pick it off for you." "This is indeed a choice, but you have overlooked one point, you can't do it.

"

"Let go of my brother." Echo demanded in a low voice. The man raised his head slightly and moved his fingers casually to the side. The crosshairs instantly relaxed. He took a step back with a hostile look in his eyes.

He was watching him from behind, but after the hunter signaled him to calm down, the crosshair did not do anything drastic.

Yarick said solemnly, his laser eyes reflected the face on the mirror in front of him, but those laser eyes seemed to be able to see many things that could not be seen, "The flames will devour everything. If we can't solve those

Those polluted beasts, those blasphemous existences, then the result will not change. The Emperor will rain down the fire of judgment and the baptism of fire, which will wash away the dirt of this world."

The riders held up the reins and raised the spear-like barrel with the other hand. The bipedal mounts they sat on immediately roared and turned around, turning and running on their sharp claws in the yellow sand, carried by the war beasts.

The riders rushed down the sand dune, jumped up and landed on the sand, then started running quickly.

"Seven, you have to save the commander." The technician added, holding his eyes, and the man suddenly laughed. His voice was long and ethereal, as if it was moving with the desert itself.

It rises and falls with the heat waves, changes, and finally converges into one.

He made a conclusion, then turned and left. Everyone around him also put down their guns. The hunter breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. It was caused by the hot environment and nervousness, but

Now, the hunter felt a sense of coolness under the sun.

"We only have these two demands, and nothing else. If you don't help us, we will all die together."

"Help us and save the commander, so that everyone will be fine. I promise that we will not report your news to the fleet in the future. The empire will not be able to rule the entire planet, and the expeditionary force will not stay. We will send those of you

The enemy informed the fleet that the expeditionary force will help you destroy them and return this land to you."

The mirror-like man looked in the direction of the front of the car. He tilted his head slightly. After being silent for a long time, he slowly said, "She needs treatment. Your medicine may be useful, but it has reached its limit now. Get in the car and take her with me."

And go, if time is still on our side."

To shoot, or not to shoot, to help or to kill, all this will be decided in a single thought.

"You must revive the commander and remove the Chaos pollution from her body, because if we want to contact the fleet, we must do it from the shuttle, and to activate the shuttle, only she can do it. Although you are also a psyker, I think
To be continued...