One by one, the eleven installations woke up, their heads flashing with an ominous red light.
"Damn it, get out of here first!"
Talos knew the power of this construct and quickly asked Soshyan to lead the people to retreat, but only then did he realize that the door had been closed at some point.
"They are silicon-based intelligences transformed by your cursed original body using Necron technology. In a sense, their essence is closer to those abominable aliens."
Angelica's laughing voice and the friction sound of the construct wielding adamantine weapons and iron feet formed a chilling chorus.
"Destroy them!"
The eleven structures pushed down the fence and walked to the center of the hall, where they were greeted by a terrifying hail of bullets.
The lethal bombs were either deflected by the deflection, or simply exploded harmlessly on their alloy bodies, without causing any substantial damage. Their sturdiness was breathtaking.
Then they raised their four arms, the light and subatomic pulses of the gravitational vortex hissed, and the destructive power contained in them made Soshyan feel bad.
But after locking onto Soshyan, who was standing at the front, the light on their weapons suddenly went out, and their bodies became motionless.
This surprised everyone.
"Ceasefire!"
After Soshyan gave the order, the soldiers immediately stopped and no bullets were fired.
"Why--"
Angelica was stunned, this situation was beyond her expectation.
But then her years of instinct made her turn around and try to escape to a safe place, but a shadow had already enveloped her——
"ah!"
The next second, she realized that something had hit her thigh flesh. Despite years of anti-pain training and the ingredients added to her blood to anesthetize her nerves, Angelica still felt extremely painful.
The Inquisitor howled and fell to her knees. She turned around and found that only a pile of hanging tissue and muscles were left on her right leg, which was peeling off from the bloody broken bones. A chain sword was lying on the side.
's spinning.
"Traitor! Beast!"
She cursed, gritted her teeth, struggled to push herself forward, and tried to limp and run awkwardly.
But then a huge shadow knocks her to the ground, her muscles tingling with chemical reinforcements as they fight against the armored warrior holding her to the ground.
She wanted to pull out the phase sword that had attacked Soshyan from the sheath on her thigh, but when she realized that the sheath and grenades on her body had been knocked away, she immediately screamed angrily.
In the end, her trump card was the poisonous needle in her sleeve, but when her outstretched forearm was also twisted, she shouted out new curse words.
"Damn it! Ah! Damn it!"
She struggled painfully under the oppression and lost control in her anger. She could no longer hear what Soshiyang was saying at this time. The giant with a cold and cruel aura had already pushed her to the ground.
"Since you know them so well, do you know me? Woman."
Before fainting, she only heard a low laughter that penetrated into her bones.
"Don't kill her, Talos, I still have many things to ask her."
Looking at Talos torturing Angelica like a torture toy, Soshyan just said hello, and then walked through the still structure and walked towards the statue.
He knew why these machines stopped, because he instinctively activated the gray marrow just before the battle.
Their original body must have set some kind of supreme authority within these machines. They would never attack targets with gray marrow, so they chose to stand still under contradictory orders.
"your!"
Suddenly, something flew over from Talos. Soshyan stretched out his hand to catch it, and saw that it was a blood-stained red amulet.
Holding the treasure tightly, he came to the primarch and gazed at the noble face.
It was then that he noticed that there was a line of words engraved on the base of the statue - "To my most wise and fearless brother, even if the entire galaxy has forgotten you"
Signed by: Horus Luperkar.
At this moment, he suddenly realized that the bond of blood could penetrate thousands of years and reconnect them with the past.
"I swear, I will definitely wash away the past stigma of the Legion. One day, the battle flag of the Eleventh Legion will fly openly and openly on the territory of the empire. This is my promise, Soshyan Alexey.
My father."
Under the gaze of the warriors, Soshyan stretched out his hand and held Brahma's front part.
Then, with a slight exertion, the former weapon of the original body slipped into his hand. At this moment, his world fell into chaos.
He found that he had become a ghost, floating on the high battlements, and clearly saw two individuals hiding in the darkness ahead, one tall and one short.
"Xerxes, how does it feel to visit Terra for the third time?"
I saw the 11th Legion in red and black armor walking leisurely into the light, with a smile on their face and a very soft gaze. Soshyan even thought it was him in a trance.
The hunched old man stood still in place, the spiritual flame of the scepter shining.
There is no doubt that it should be the one holding the seal.
“Just like in the past, it feels like home.”
Malcador narrowed his eyes, and the wrinkles on his face overlapped.
"Even though I know you very well, that almost sounded like a perfunctory comment, like any other."
The Primarch bowed low, almost to the level of the Marker's own line of sight.
"Forgive me, that's all my intention."
"No need."
Macado said, waving his hand to signal the other party to stand up.
"You are the most loyal one. You have paid a huge sacrifice for everything you have done for your father, even if it is your legion."
"Nothing comes without a price, and I can do more, but things have changed."
"What?"
The primarch's eyes shone with the flickering light of the scepter.
"That thing... was a little out of control. I also met a being who knew it very well. That being warned me and declared that I was playing with fire and burning myself."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Malcador is very calm, and the soft sound of the evening breeze is the only sound here, just on this high wall.
Staring at the flame, Soshyan suddenly felt something tingling at the back of his brain.
"What do you mean, Xerxes? What do you think he knows?"
"I'm not sure, but the other person has dealt with those things before, so I guess you know what they are."
The seal bearer closed his eyes, and the Primarch of the Eleventh Legion continued to speak slowly.
"...I entered an ancient library under its introduction. For a long time, I was obsessed with the knowledge inside. I dare not say how much I have discovered over the years, but I have a deep understanding of the nature of those things.
With a better understanding, I also have a better understanding of the future of the empire.
Deep worry...One day, someone will reveal that the Imperial Truth compiled by my father was based on lies from the beginning, and claim that the galaxy cannot be controlled by our father, or anyone who supports him.
Those who rule properly."
The Primarch sighed softly, as if saying these words lifted a huge weight off his shoulders.
"And that person will most likely be one of my many brothers."
Malcador opened his eyes and looked up and down at the Eleven Primarchs.
"And is that what you believe? That your father is the root of humanity's ills, just like the dead gods of the Eldar's past?"
The Primarch shrugged slightly exaggeratedly.
"Of course not, Seal Bearer, but I know my father, his power, and his vision. I believe that even someone as powerful as you cannot deceive him, so if my father knows what I am doing
,So……"
The Primarch of the Eleventh Legion shrugged again.
"Am I still going to be part of His grand vision? In other words, maybe I will be His most rebellious son."