Two months later, a major event occurred in the Engels galaxy in the Storm Star Region. A cruiser from the Astral Knights suddenly appeared and wiped out a large space station belonging to a certain commercial guild in the galaxy in just a few hours.
The personnel were either turned into corpses or disappeared.
It later turned out that the space station was actually the headquarters of the Star Thieves Group Blue Ants. The Sector Legal Department came after hearing the news, but they could not collect much evidence because the Star Knights wiped this place out very simply, almost as if they were venting their anger.
, causing the Ministry of Justice to criticize the Astartes for overstepping their authority.
But what no one knows is that what disappeared along with the blue ants were the coordinates of more than a dozen secret mining stations and the locations of several large void warehouses.
No one knew that the leader of this operation fell into a coma shortly after the operation was launched, and was taken back to Nathan IV by the panicked recruits to receive treatment from Valier.
However, after the pharmacist checked, he discovered that Talos was not simply in a coma. His actual condition was much worse than it looked.
"Ciel is dead, what are you going to do?"
"Talos? Talos?"
"What happened to Soul Hunter?"
"Forget it and leave him alone."
"He probably needs a funeral."
Talos knelt beside his brother's body, saying nothing and thinking nothing.
Ciel's mutilated body hardly resembled a warrior anymore. He was just a broken thing made of torn pieces of flesh.
"brother--"
After a long time, he whispered to Charles:
"A hero's funeral awaits."
Talos stood up and walked over to his weapons rack, where an ancient flamethrower stood, its unlit nozzle emerging from the wide mouth of a brass demon.
He had never liked the weapon, and had rarely even used it since he had snatched it from a dead warrior of the Emperor's Children.
But now he needed to use it, Talos picked up the flamethrower and activated the pilot light with a click of his thumb.
The flamethrower hissed across the room, a ball of angry wax flame glowing blindingly in the darkness.
He slowly aimed the weapon at Ciel's body, breathing in the smell of blood and the chemical smell of old oil from his brother's body.
Ciel was with Talos when he committed his first murder. When the gang war swept the city, he and he depended on each other. He always cursed, was always the first to shoot, the last to ask questions, always confident, and never regretted.
They never liked each other, because brotherhood does not require friendship, only loyalty.
They stood back to back, even if the entire galaxy was burning - always brothers, never able to be friends, walking together to the end on the road of traitors.
The flames hissed in the spreading silence.
"If there is a hell in this world."
Talos said painfully:
"You are heading there now. I believe I will see you there soon, brother."
He pulled the trigger, and chemical flames suddenly roared out and swept through Ciel's body in a short time.
The ceramics were burned dimly, and the flesh and blood melted.
He took one last look at Ciel's blackening skull. Those substances were decomposing, and the rancid smell of burnt human flesh made the nauseating air even more unpleasant.
Suddenly, under Talos's shocked eyes, Ciel's body suddenly sat up, and the almost split head turned towards Talos at 90 degrees in a weird posture.
"You...must...return to...the Eye of Terror..."
Talos took a step back in shock. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he felt something was grabbing his throat from behind.
The moment the whole person was lifted up, Talos twisted his head back hard, and then he saw a pale and evil smile, with eternal gloom and sadness.
"My...Father!"
The Primarch of the Eighth Legion took Talos in his hands and hissed in a whisper.
"You have abandoned our ideals. You and your sons are polluting the soul of the entire legion... You have surrendered to the throne of decay, pathetic child."
"No--"
Talos opened his eyes suddenly and saw a big, annoying face hanging above his head.
"Are you awake?"
"Valier, stay away from me!"
Valier took a step back, put the syringe in his hand on the medical tray next to him, and picked up a glass of energy drink Rebi.
"Just an hour before you woke up, Soshyan just came to visit you. This is the third time he came to visit you while you were in coma. This regiment commander values you very much."
"What do you want to say."
Talos sat up, took the cup, and drank the bubble-filled liquid in one gulp. At this moment, he was almost naked except for a pair of black shorts. His strong muscles, nerve interfaces on them, and criss-crossing scars were all exposed to the operating light.
.
"Maybe it's because I once told him that every time you pass out, it means you have seen something very important."
"You are wrong. He is not a person obsessed with prophecies, because he often sees things himself."
Talos turned around and sat on the edge of the bed, his legs dangling on the ground.
"And my memory is a jagged plateau and shadow, ripe at one moment and empty at the other. I'm not even sure I saw the future. The little things I remember are like the ropes of fate tangled together. It is no longer
It’s a prophecy, at least not in the way I understand it.”
If this surprised Valler in any way, he didn't show it.
"Well, at least your condition scares your cubs so much that I doubt they've cried a lot for you."
"What happened after I passed out?"
"Ah, you should be able to imagine that the recruits thought that you were attacked by some kind of witchcraft or spirit. They fell into a rage and planned to kill everyone in the group of star thieves, and they acted very quickly."
Talos frowned slightly, this was not what he expected to see.
Valier suddenly laughed.
"I have to say that the little guy named Sablin is very good. He was able to restrain the little guys who were going crazy when you were unconscious, and quickly summoned the leaders of the recruits when the massacre started.
Together, we established a small temporary command organization, which saved the lives of the remaining half of the living people."
Talos was silent for a moment, then nodded.
"He always has some surprises for me."
"Yes, you have found an excellent successor for Ciel's gene seed."
Hearing this, the prophet shook his head.
"Ciel is Charles, he is him. The gene seed is a dead object. It has no soul and no witchcraft. It will never affect the independent personality of the transplanted person."
"Oh? That's not necessarily the case."
Valier turned around and pulled out a notebook from the cabinet behind him.