Upon hearing Talos's description, Kassati made a sound of regret.
"Unfortunately, I originally expected the First Company Commander to come out and clean up the situation, but until this 41st millennium, he was unwilling to step forward and just watched those people sink... Maybe he was really tired. I once
I despise all the Oathbreakers in the Legion, but he is the only one I always admire. Being sandwiched between a crazy Primarch and a group of shameless subordinates, and maintaining the airs of the Legion, it is hard for anyone to do this.
can not do this."
Talos looked at his former brother and suddenly asked in a low voice:
"What exactly is that one going to do?"
"I said, don't ask me these things."
"Have you been following him for these ten thousand years?"
"Not entirely, you know, that adult is more... withdrawn, not the type who likes to be followed by others. I mainly collect information for him to make him less... closed-minded.
.”
Talos smiled.
"He has so many filial sons and grandsons, but he trusts you as an outsider. I don't know how sad those little crows will be when they hear this."
"Maybe I have a better sense of humor than my cousins."
"Where has he been all these years?"
Kassati 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's actually like this... Ha, it really seems like something he can do. In a sense, he and our father are two sides of the same coin."
Then, he changed the topic.
"By the way, I want to ask you about someone."
"who?"
"The mourning crow."
When Talos mentioned this title, Cassati's eyes flickered slightly, then he lowered his head and said:
"Why do you want to ask about him?"
"I have a suspicion that I want to confirm."
"I can probably guess what your guess is, but about him... we can talk about it later. It's not convenient here."
Talos nodded at him.
"Then let's talk about it later, but I can't make the decision on your affairs. I'll wait for Soshyan to decide. Before that, just stay with me and I'll give you a cabin, but you can also treat it as a cell.
, in short, you have to stay inside first."
"That's great, bro. I thought you were going to let me live in a box."
Talos gave a middle finger, then turned and walked out of the cemetery. Cassati laughed and followed.
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In the dark flight deck, the transport plane slowly came to a stop, and the crazy and gorgeous colors of the closing gate could be vaguely seen in the distance.
The deck was silent except for the low hum of the transport aircraft engine and the slight noise of mechanical friction transmission.
Soon, air waves overflowed from around the transport plane, the ramp slowly lowered, a flashing red light emerged from it, and a slender figure appeared at the top of the ramp.
She wore a simple black gauze dress and a black gauze hat that covered her face. Her graceful figure could be vaguely seen through the light behind her.
When the ramp landed with a clang, she stepped down gracefully and slowly. The contact of her heels with the metal ramp made a crisp sound that echoed on the silent flight deck.
Although it was dark here, it seemed that it could not block her sight. She put her hands on her belly and walked calmly along the passage, as if a noble lady was walking in her own castle, and all the gates she passed opened automatically.
As a huge creation that condenses human science and reason, the interior of this battleship is contrary to its essence. Something has reshaped it with superstition.
Wooden carcasses and bone fragments cover the metal bulkheads. Some of the bones are so huge that they can only be obtained from the most terrifying monsters. Even in small passages, even if there is no need for large-scale decoration, they are full of original elements.
Features such as moss-covered rocks, tinkling pool water, bundles of tiny animal bones hanging from the ceiling, and primitive weapons chained to the wall like prisoners.
When she came to the main passage leading to the bridge, she stopped.
There are weak lights here, which are lighting balls on the pillars on both sides of the passage. In the middle of the passage, a lone wolf is sitting on the metal ground. Its black fur is almost integrated with the darkness. Only the white teeth.
Two yellow eyes flashed past, then it turned and ran away.
Then, she began to continue walking, but in the shadows behind the huge metal pillars around her, something subtle began to appear.
There were animalistic gasps, sharp claws and metal scraping screams, and threatening low growls one after another. All of these made this space seem like a midnight forest, where the deadliest hunter lurked——
Wolves.
But she remained unmoved and continued walking along the passage.
Those sounds became more frequent, and in the intertwined dim light and shadow, some huge furry objects flashed past. The only impression left on people was the dim eyes and sharp teeth covered with saliva.
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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 bite its throat, tear open its skin, and feast on it at any time.
Suddenly, she took out a handkerchief from her waist, covered her mouth and nose, and cursed in a low voice:
"It stinks, beasts are beasts."
Her voice immediately caused a commotion and barking, as if the beasts in the dark understood her words.
Finally, she walked to a brass door. Among the complicated patterns on the door, the most conspicuous ones were two wolf heads holding up their heads and roaring in mourning.
At this time, the beasts also gathered around. Each of them was close to three meters tall, with thick hair, protruding muzzles, and sharp and huge canine teeth. Their forelimbs were in the shape of human arms, but their palms were held like claws, and even though they were walking upright
, the structure of the hind legs still maintains the posture of the wolf's hock, knee and pastern joints.
Generally, this kind of existence has a taboo name——
Werewolf.
And they are not naked, they are covered with some rags, and there are broken gray iron clothes hanging on their shoulders and chests, and the wolf head logo and a number 6 can be vaguely seen.
While growling, they stretched out the sharp claws in their hands threateningly. The eyes on their animal faces were staring at the prey that made them unhappy, and they slowly approached the prey.
"go back!"
Suddenly, a low, hoarse, and slightly drunk voice sounded from behind the door.
It was like a gunshot that instantly dispersed the gathered wolves. They turned around and disappeared into the shadows, but those slight gasps meant that they had not really left.
Then, the brass door slowly opened, and the woman in mourning put away her handkerchief and walked in.
Inside is an extremely spacious hall. The structure is like a ship turned upside down. The dome bulges high in the middle of the hall and gradually narrows at both ends. The angular pillars are decorated with carvings of wolf heads, supporting the central ceiling.
The beams, and between the columns, are also covered with exquisite and gorgeous wolf head totems and carved plates, decorated with intertwined beasts, whose twisted movements inevitably end in the opponent's fang mouth.
In the middle of the hall is a towering bonfire, crackling and burning. The air is filled with the smell of rosin, herbs, damp fur, and the sultry fragrance of animals sleeping in their nests. Mixed with the stale smell of alcohol in the hall, it makes people feel...
One has the feeling of being in the chief hall of some primitive tribe.
At the end of the hall, there is a high platform with a table placed across it. Behind the table is a huge throne, and a huge thing is "stalled" in the throne.