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Crane's first question made Yinzikiel feel surprised - in his imagination, this mysterious new original body would probably ask about their battle plan here, as well as some details.

People in the Tribunal usually do this. They will not let go of any suspicious points, and they often look at the big things from the small and start with the details.

But Crane was different. His first question was: "How long have you been here?"

"...Three weeks, my lord."

"Did you come here after receiving a signal requesting support?"

"Yes, sir. Before he was hanged by the rebels, the planetary governor of this planet used his private spacecraft to broadcast a request for help message to the universe, which was received by our ship."

"What's the reason for the rebels' rebellion?"

This question made Yinqi Kilpause pause for a while. He thought about it for about thirty seconds before answering carefully. Considering the reaction power of the Astartes, this time was already quite long.

"I don't know, my lord. In fact, I don't really care why they rebelled."

His answer was filled with the characteristic indifference of the Astartes - no matter why you rebelled, and no matter whether you are willing or not, as long as you participate in the rebellion and become a traitor, you must die.

"Really? Maybe you should pay attention, Captain Yinqi Kil."

Crane let out a rare sigh.

"According to statistics, 40% of rebellions are caused by the inability to survive. This is true for the navy and army, not to mention civilians? Whether you know this or not, Captain Yinqi Kil, most planetary governors can

It is seen as synonymous with corruption and incompetence.”

"However, the Empire still needs them - because what the Empire cannot accept more than corruption and incompetence is disloyalty."

He calmly spoke words that were almost blasphemous, and did not pay attention to some of the hidden rules in this empire. On the contrary, he was putting some bloody facts on the table.

"I'm not saying this because I sympathize with them. In fact, in terms of our attitude towards traitors, I am consistent with you, Captain Yinqi Kil. It's just that I am a person who naturally likes to get to the bottom of most issues. When I see them,

When a question arises, I have no choice but to pursue its answer.”

"This is my nature... I've gone too far, let's get back to the point."

"The crashed transport ship was my masterpiece. There is also the wreckage of a Chaos warband ship in the orbit of this planet, led by several Death Guards. However, according to my investigation, the mortal rebels did not cooperate with

There has been no communication of any kind between these Chaos Traitors."

Yin Qijier's eyes narrowed.

"Yes, that's the problem, Captain." Crane said slowly. "We live in a universe that cannot be figured out by common sense. Nothing can be a coincidence, so I want to say...

"

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He raised his head, his eyes filled with icy blue light, and cold air surged out of the void.

The terrifying coldness almost froze Yinqi Kil's thoughts. At this moment, his eyes felt heated, and blood gushed out, flowing straight down along the bright red tears, burning his skin.

It also brought him back to his senses from the cold.

what happened?

Before he had time to ask, he heard Kelan spit out the last few words, with a sudden rise of rage, cold as the whispers of the dead: "——Call your brothers, Captain Yinziqil. Our reinforcements are here.

The road was blocked."

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The first thing that comes is pain.

as always.

Cordos thought that there was nothing surprising - he was used to it, but this time it might be a little serious. He coughed and got up from the ground, holding a chain sword that was broken into two pieces.

He glanced at his weapon with regret, threw it aside, pulled out the combat dagger from his waist, and took a deep breath.

The air with the smell of blood and a strange sweet taste poured from the nasal cavity into the trachea and then into his lungs. Cordos's groggy head became clearer, and he knew that these were the people who had fallen into the arms of the Prince of Joy.

The unique aura of a traitor.

Disgusting smell.

In this unpleasantly sweet and musky smell, Kordos, the Ultramarines Legion, the noncommissioned officer of the Emperor's Sword Chapter's 'Kronos' tactical team grabbed his combat dagger and rushed in without hesitation.

into the darkness ahead.

The first enemy he encountered was a traitor whose armor and body were almost fused together. His right hand was a pink-purple tentacle. A long soft tentacle extended from where the wrist was originally, but it shone with a metallic cold light.

The traitor was holding an unfortunate brother in his hand, who was being insulted by him at this time. His vocal cords that had been precisely picked out were unable to make a sound, and he could only make a whooshing sound from his throat.

Both of his hands disappeared, and blood was gurgling at this time. Despite this, he still did not give up his intention to attack. The traitor felt quite happy about this, and he spoke in a disgusting voice.

The constant blasphemies made Cordos furious.

Holding the dagger tightly, he rushed out of the darkness - both ends of the familiar corridor were now covered with blood, even the portholes, and the cold incandescent lights flashed overhead. The traitor heard his footsteps.

He made a loud sound and suddenly turned around at an astonishingly fast speed.

The tentacle on his right hand tightened at this moment, turning into a sharp saber with soft flesh, and stabbed it towards Cordos' throat.

However, he made a mistake.

The poor soldier who was carried by his left hand suddenly swayed his body. The effect of force was reciprocal. In such a moment, the traitor lost his balance. A disabled man who had lost his vocal cords and hands personally defended himself.

Revenge was taken.

The traitor fell to the ground, together with Cordos. He climbed up from the dead traitor's body, drew out his combat dagger, and struck without hesitation until the bastard's entire face and throat turned into a mass.

After the meat was rotten, he came to the brother's side.

"...Doles, it's me."

Cordos looked at him sadly - Doles trained with him and joined the Kronos tactical team named after the missing captain. They were not brothers, but in these hundreds of years of fighting,

The relationship between them has already exceeded the limit that mortals can imagine.

They can die for each other without hesitation, just to win.

The dying Doles stared at Cordos with his brown eyes. He could no longer speak and could only make intermittent breaths. Despite this, Cordos could still understand what he wanted to say.

"I know." He whispered. "I will kill a few more for you, for the Emperor, brother."

Doles opened his eyes and was not breathing.