After hearing the glorious achievements of his ancestors, Sablin's eyes widened in surprise.
"That's it... it's over? Just 500 people?"
"It's over. The strength of the Scarlet Walkers is no more than this. They are facing the fate of being completely destroyed. Everyone tried to survive or escape from this cursed city, but they all failed to achieve their wishes. The terrible fate
Guardsmen were cut down or reduced to pieces by cannon fire, renegades were crushed under the feet of giants - those who reached the bombed borders around the city were eventually hunted by squads of Legion trackers, who were said to have allowed some
The people fled, and then hunted them for several hours under the artificial darkness, maiming but not killing them, until they dragged the prey back to the rift valley. With Venori's screams and burning, the Legion performed its final mission.
In order to fulfill their duty, they threw the half-dead but regained consciousness of the traitors into the abyss, and then detonated explosives along the edge of the cliff to cut off the suspended city... It is said that they took shelter in the buildings on the edge of the cliff.
The screams of tens of thousands of fighting men rose to the sky, and they sank into the dark depths of the earth along with the Scarlet Walkers. Before dawn, the Eighth Legion evacuated this oblivion city."
After telling this story, Talos sighed.
"...fear is a weapon."
Sabourin was silent. All the information he knew told him that the corruption and cruelty of the Eighth Legion began with the original body, but he never thought that the Legion had already carried out such extermination missions before the original body returned.
Talos patted him on the shoulder at this time.
"So do you understand? It is never the weapon itself that determines the quality of a weapon, because the weapon is destined to be sharp, and it is always its user who determines it. When held in the hands of the Emperor, we are messengers of punishment.
In the hands of the half-mad Primarch, we were perverted butchers, and I'm sure you can figure out why."
Sablin nodded silently.
"So you don't have to worry about where you stand because we're still in Soshyan's hands and he doesn't look like a madman, does he?"
"And don't think that blood can determine one's position. During the Great Rebellion, I saw too many conflicts between blood relatives. There are loyalists, betrayers, and those who embrace the devil. Bloodline cannot determine anything.
not to mention....."
"Company Commander."
Sabourin suddenly interrupted Talos.
"Can you tell me what he looks like?"
"who?"
"The original...the original body."
Talos sighed lightly and did not answer. Instead, he stood up and walked to the place where he stored his power armor. Then he took something out of a metal box and returned to Sabourin.
"this--"
Sabourin looked at the opponent's hand and found a fist-sized, faded copper sphere in his palm. A lens loomed from one side of the sphere - like a shining eye made of green glass.
This is an extremely ancient holocron.
Talos said nothing, just made a simple rotation of the top hemisphere, and then a series of clicks came from inside the sphere, and the gentle rotation of the lens focused it.
A grainy image shot out of the lens, painted a monotonous green like soaked jade, showing...
"This is……"
Sablin's eyes widened.
It shows a rickety figure wearing a broken crown. Its posture and temperament are somewhere between human perfection and bestial depravity. The wear and tear of the equipment has taken away too much image clarity to show true details.
But the figure’s face can still be seen——
Sabourin noticed the narrow eyes and the fanged mouth.
This is the Primarch of the Eighth Legion, Konrad Curze, the Midnight Ghost, the genetic ancestor and biological template of every living Night Lord.
It is also his genetic ancestor.
Suddenly, the flashing holographic original body stood up from the throne that was blurred by the distorted image. He walked forward silently. His movements seemed extremely unstable and were interrupted by clutter interference.
None of this matters.
The last moments of the Primarch's life unfolded before Sabourin's eyes, and the towering demigod laughed, then leapt forward in the eerie silence.
A wave of visual static scratches and obliterates the image until it restarts moments later.
Before Sabourin's eyes appeared a ghost destined to repeat its actions forever. The Primarch of the Night Lord rose from his throne again, spoke words that could never be heard again, let out a silent laugh, and leaped forward,
disappeared again.
"He...how did he die?"
"Apparently he was killed by an assassin."
Talos whispered, playing a sound stored in the holocron.
It was a soul that had been dead for thousands of years, repeating the same words while the primarch's soul was imprisoned and repeating the same actions.
"This is Mu Shen, the daughter of Callidus. I found Curze, the commander of the Night Lords Legion. I -"
The recording is suddenly interrupted by static.
Sabourin shook his head. He could not accept this, even if his primarch was a traitor.
"How could a demigod be killed by an assassin? No."
"I watched him rise from his throne, obey his orders, watched the assassin approach, and remember how he smiled as he threw himself at her."
Talos turned off the holocron.
"He chose to accept his own death to confirm the dark prophecy in his mind. He wanted to prove to his father, the Emperor, that he was right."
As he said that, Talos almost instinctively read out that sentence——
"ave dominus——"
Then he stopped and smiled to himself.
Sablin looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and said softly:
"Long live...the King of the Night."
Talos glanced at him and warned:
"You little bastard, don't talk nonsense, or you may get into trouble."
"Then Captain...can you teach me Nostralem?"
"Why do you want to learn this?"
Sablin was speechless for a moment.
"Child, you don't need to find a sense of identity and existence in this way. The past of the Eighth Legion has nothing to do with you or any of you. Neither the original body nor the bloodline will affect your future. No.
Strahm is no more, you will stand in the sunshine, and the shadow of the Night King will never fall over you again."
Sabourin was silent for a moment, then nodded vigorously.
"I understand, company commander, I will never say that again."
"That's right, relax a little, you young people don't have to worry about us old guys, and when it comes to bloodline -"
Talos thought for a while, and finally decided to tell Sablin the biggest secret, because he understood Sablin's thoughts, and with this young man's mind, he probably wouldn't be able to keep Bahram's story a secret for long.
"The Astral Knights don't belong to their current bloodline either."
"What?"
Sabourin almost jumped.
"Don't be so excited. Listen to me slowly. It won't be too late for you to get excited after listening -"