A huge machine is straddling the entire huge platform, and the molten metal is blazing, forming a yellow cross.
Particles and fragments flew out of the cracks in a rotation and fell into the cliffs on both sides. The air was filled with fleeting sparks.
This is a large construction machine that is installing an anti-aircraft cannon. This is part of the monastery's defense system. In the distance in the clouds is the twinkling light of the hive's spire.
"How many years."
The man standing by the window said softly, his armored hands casually resting on the rocky window sill.
"You still don't understand this truth. When the gods fall, everything will collapse and everything will perish. I have seen it and understand it. The so-called hope has long been lost."
"Not here."
The steady metal steps made the elevator tremble, and when the metal stepped on the rock floor, it made a brisk knocking sound.
"There is hope here."
The man by the window gave the visitor a sharp look, his lips with lightning-shaped scars curled up, revealing his pale teeth.
"Don't be so incomprehensible about style. This shouldn't be your style. I'm in the mood for poetry, Sol."
Sevatar turned his head, his words rumbled in his chest, as deep as a predator's growl.
"I never remember you being a poet. Although the melancholy and crazy temperament of your legion does fit the characteristics of a poet, at least you are not."
The sound of the elevator suddenly rang, and Savita reluctantly moved his eyes away from the barren mountain peak.
"Brother Said has awakened."
Soshyan walked out of the elevator, said only one word, then turned around and walked back to the elevator. Savita shrugged at Sol and followed him.
The meeting took place in a secret hall beneath the monastery fortress, with the entrance at the end of a corridor inside the archives.
After a while, Sevita followed Soshyan and Thor and walked in. The armor hit both sides of the door and made a clanging sound.
Several torches were burning in the dark hall, and a black sun mark was on the ground in the center of the hall. The huge Dauntless stood in it, looking like a statue.
"Prince of Crows, Argo Severtarion, long time no see."
"Long time no see? Have we really met?"
A dangerous sense of humor penetrated into Sevatar's eyes - they shone with a cold light like frost blades.
"If I were more honest, I would say that I have never heard of you as the so-called 'First Captain of the Eleventh Legion', nor has my original body? And no one can modify my memory or his memory."
Brother Said let out a shriveled laugh. Its armor was shiny, exuding the fragrance of freshly applied holy oil.
"Then what if I was a little more rude? I would ask? Why do you have to hide in this dark corner?"
"Hide, is that what you think?"
The Crow Prince raised his eyebrows.
"If I were any more rude."
"I just did it because I wanted to be alone for a while."
Sevatar smiled and replied kindly:
"I'm not very good at dealing with that stuff."
"You and I both have a mission."
"Yes, yes, but your cliché skills are too poor."
"That's not your intention? But you already know the secrets of our legion? And the responsibilities we shoulder."
"I have never been interested in the two missing legions in the past. There are enough bad things in the empire, including one or two, but..."
Saying that? He glanced at Sosh Yang.
"I still don't like the alien stuff."
"This is fate."
"The only one who can decide my fate is myself."
Something seemed to have been touched? Savita crossed his arms, and the amusement in his eyes disappeared faster than the lights that went out.
At the same time, his size seemed to have expanded. Although on the physical level, he did not occupy more space? However, in this dim hall, he became extremely huge in everyone's minds.
His existence is like a heavy object, pressing on everyone's head, like an executioner's battle ax hanging at the highest point, which can be swung down in just a moment.
In a sense, he personifies fear? Like the death behind the smile.
To face such horror? It takes more than just courage.
But Brother Seid remained calm? He maintained his demeanor.
"Then let's treat it as a transaction."
With that said, Brother Said took out the copper ball that Sol had taken earlier and handed it to Sevatar.
"This is our sincerity."
Savita looked at it for a while, then took the copper ball and shook it in his ear.
"Yes, this is just a transaction. I am not on the same front as you, nor do I belong to you."
"Ha, Sevita, you are still the same, you never belong to anyone"
"Don't make it sound like we know each other very well."
"Where have you been all these years?"
"There are many places, places you can't imagine."
"Then do you know what the Eighth Legion looks like now?"
"I don't know, and I'm not interested."
"correct."
As he spoke, Sol suddenly intervened.
"Soshiyang, haven't you always wanted to learn how to use the Terminator Armor?"
Sosh Yang was stunned for a moment, then nodded.
Then, Thor poked Sevatar's shoulder armor with his finger, and the other party immediately took a step back impatiently.
"what!"
"Soshiyang, this is a very good instructor."
Looking at Savita with a displeased face, Soshyang frowned.
"he?"
Brother Said also spoke at the same time.
"Thor is right, if you want to learn how to use a Terminator, the best person is right in front of you."
"Be careful what you say, your flattery makes my skin crawl."
Savitar defended himself in a low voice.
"Soshyan, do you remember that I once said that Sevatar is the leader of the Black Guards, and the Black Guards are the elite Terminator unit of the Eighth Legion affiliated with the original body."
After finishing speaking, Thor placed his hand heavily on Sevita's shoulder.
"In the era of the Great Crusade, one of the people most used by the Terminators was the Prince of Crows."
"That's not part of the deal."
Sevatar raised his hand and slapped Sol's hand down.
"But it's not beyond negotiation. Please make arrangements for the Mechanicus psyker I brought out from Safinius."
It wasn't until Savita mentioned it that Soshyan remembered that there was such a person——
【Naisen Airport No. 4】
"His name is Faya, and he is an apprentice from Griffin 4."
Looking at the somewhat embarrassed young man next to Soshyan, Loken looked carefully again. It seemed that this man had just undergone the initiation ceremony. He was only wearing the simplest robes, and the gear on his chest was only as big as a palm.
The most important thing is that he has black hair, and his skin is very pale and tender, with no trace of transformation at all.
Loken showed a kind smile, straightened his bright robe, shook the gear as big as a plate, and said;
"My name is Luo Ken, they all call me Master Luo."
Faya hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and bowed timidly.
"Hello, Master Luo."
"Hey, hello."
Loken smiled and nodded slightly, pointed at the door behind him and said:
"I do research alone. My workshop is quite big. You are welcome to come to my place to do research and development together. If you are tired from research... just go to bed, no problem."
Feeling that the busty person in front of her was a bit weird, Faya shrank her neck and looked back at Soshiyang.
"Then he will settle here first, and you can make arrangements for him."
After saying that, Soshyan turned and left.
"Come on, come on, I have some good things here, come on, come on."
When Soshyan looked back again, the door of Loken's workshop had been closed again.