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Chapter 948 303. Head of Fear (3k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 948 303. Head of Fear (3k)

"Bait? Is this what the captain told you?"

Facing Leman Russ's question, Sanguinius nodded slowly: "Yes."

Then, he saw Ruth's facial features that became indescribable after being twisted into a ball: "Send them to another world to be bait. Well, it seems that our place still has some influence on him."

The short-term worries disappeared quickly, or maybe Russ just hid them. The Fenrisian grinned: "Let me tell you, who is not crazy?"

"Sometimes, Russ, it is really torture to listen to you." Fulgrim said quietly from the side. "I know I have said it many times, but I will say it again. But, Sanguinius, you Don’t you think the captain still has something to say?”

Facing Phoenix's question, the archangel nodded helplessly: "Of course I know that he must have a lot of things that he hasn't said. In fact, I even think that this news is a smoke bomb thrown by him to confuse our sight. To divert our attention. Who knows what the captain is thinking?"

Behind them, a giant lying on the bench groaned in pain, and then whispered: "At least the teacher will never send them there without being sure. Ah. Damn it."

Russ laughed and mocked without looking back: "You still have a headache? Why is Magnus fine? It seems that some people are really not good at their studies."

"Stop it, Ruth - I'm not in the mood to argue with you right now."

Robert Guilliman reluctantly sat up, his face pale and sweating. "Of course Magnus won't have a headache, he just keeps repeating the process between waking up and fainting. During that time, he needs to keep observing the star torch." In a way, he and I are both suffering."

Ruth stopped talking and just snorted softly.

Sanguinius walked up to Guilliman, plucked off one of his feathers, and held it in his hand. Light bloomed from between his fingers. He let go of his hand, and soft light spots gathered on Robert Guilliman. The side beside him erased part of the pain.

The archangel whispered, "There's only so much I can do, brother."

Robert Guilliman responded with a pale smile and patted Sanguinius' arm, indicating that he didn't have to worry too much. Fulgrim shook his head, put away the books in his hands, and walked over.

He carefully observed Guilliman's current state, and finally came to a conclusion: "It seems that the inspection results given by the Center not long ago were correct, and it did not exaggerate because you repeatedly failed to listen to its advice. You You really can't go on any longer, Robert, look at yourself."

The Chemos man shook his head and sighed.

"I really want to bring a mirror and put it in front of you so that you can observe yourself carefully." He frowned angrily. "Even if you have to work hard, you can't waste time like this - otherwise, I think you will fall before the captain! What will happen then?"

Robert Guilliman smiled bitterly: "I know what you said makes sense, Fulgrim. However, he pointed out our mistake. This means that we have to start our research from scratch, and all roads related to the Star Torch are blocked. , and Magnus’s current spiritual power cannot replace the teacher. Since we can’t find direction from the star torch, we have to find another way.”

He reluctantly sat up and gestured with his arms, his eyes shining with seriousness.

"You have to understand, Fulgrim, the teacher is not a person who will put everything on the table and talk about it. If he can persist, I am sure he will not be able to let Magnus and I continue to study. This is his character.

Now, he not only lets us study it, but even points out our mistakes, does that mean anything?"

He turned to look at Sanguinius: "Is that right, Sanguinius? You told us about his abnormal behavior after you came back from the captain's cabin, and Steve Rogers also said that it was definitely not the teacher he knew -

— Steve knew him much earlier than we did and we can’t delay it any longer, otherwise who knows what will happen?”

Behind them, Leman Russ shook his head slowly.

He didn't say anything, just sighed.

——

Human beings have many kinds of fears. In fact, due to their rich emotions and sensitive perception, many new terms have even been coined in terms of fear.

Fear of giant objects, claustrophobia, etc. But the oldest and most common one is the fear of the dark.

Humans are afraid of darkness because they don’t know what kind of monsters are lurking in it. Extend this concept and you will get the real answer to darkness.

unknown.

People are afraid of whether something scary will jump out in front of the empty road, afraid of the black shadow flashing outside the window at night, and afraid of the creaking of the floorboards in the empty room.

As for Cato Sicarius, what he fears is the next dream, the next unknown dream.

Fourteen hours have passed since that nightmare, and he is normal. Mephisto is always monitoring him with psychic energy, and he has also locked all the artificial muscle fibers of the land-walking Titan, which means that Sika

If Lucius really develops any bad symptoms, he won't be able to take full action.

However, the next dream will eventually come. Sicarius was so sure of this that he had informed Mephisto of this strange premonition, who nodded calmly and told him not to worry.

Apart from that, he said nothing.

But how could he not be worried? Worry about the future, worry about his own destiny, fear that the mission might fail, and the deepest primitive fear in his heart. All these emotions are making him sit up.

It's hard to settle down.

After a few minutes, Cato Sicarius became quiet. He smiled bitterly, realizing how inexperienced he was at this moment. He had been fighting for hundreds of years, but just now he looked like a new recruit in the army.

"It's okay, Sicarius."

Mephisto closed his eyes and said, predicting what he wanted to ask. "You will be fine. I am tracing the origin of the culprit. The ritual the other party used was not a very sophisticated one."

The Think Tank of the Blood Angels opened his eyes. On his pale face, those two golden radiances were so conspicuous. It was obvious that since the miracle he caused last time, something had begun to subtly happen to this Think Tank.

"Can you stop him?" Sicarius asked with a little hope.

"maybe."

Mephisto did not continue to give him confidence. He shook his head cruelly and truthfully. "In the Supreme Heaven, you must be careful in everything you do. His ritual was not clever, and the traces he left were even more obvious.

But I can’t be so reassured.”

He sighed: "I can't - you understand?"

Cato Sicarius nodded heavily.

Outside the room, Bjorn and Sol Tavitz were staring at the scenery outside the porthole. Cables could be seen everywhere in the narrow corridor, which looked very crude. At the corner at the end of the corridor, two heavily armed Iron Warriors

Looking over here.

"There are still thirty-nine hours before we can reach our destination. Honso said that there is nothing special about that planet. It is just one of thousands of planets that have been swallowed by the subspace. And according to Ninety

A report submitted by a Trek fleet three years ago showed that the planet had actually become a Death Star and that the demons had abandoned it."

Saul Tarvitz shook his head as he spoke. Then he came to his conclusion: "It would be great if it were really that simple."

His words made Bjorn smile: "Your intuition?"

"Yes, my intuition." Tavitz sighed. "My intuition is always right. I'm afraid we are going to have a tough battle."

"If I didn't fight, I might feel something wasn't right."

Bjorn's smile was getting wider and wider. Then, he grinned, stretched out his long teeth, and truly assumed the posture of a wolf: "How can there be such a simple reason to complete the task? Captain?

At that time, the task was said to be so arduous. If it were not a little more difficult, I would feel something was wrong."

"It's better to do less than to do more, Bjorn."

"It's not always better to have less, Tarvitz."

They fell silent in a tacit agreement, kept quiet, and continued to stare at the unspeakable scene outside the window. Geller's stance protected them and allowed them to pass through this terrifying place, but who knows how long it can last?

Saul Tarvits remembered the captain's evaluation of Geller's position, and many of his words were included in the information database by the hub.

He said that the Geller position is a very unreliable thing, and using it is like wrapping a ship in a bubble and then conducting a deep-sea dive.

During this process, any external force may cause the bubble to burst, but all people can do is pray to the Emperor, praying that the bubble will not burst. The whole thing is extremely absurd, and humans use this absurdity to

way of traveling through subspace for ten thousand years.

Perhaps we ourselves are absurd creatures, thought Captain Saul Tarvits. Absurd, unreal, and full of flaws.

His philosophical thoughts were interrupted by a slight shaking, and Tavitz immediately frowned.

His hand was already on the power sword at his waist, and he did not drop the Storm Blade. He turned his head and looked at the other end of the corridor. One of the two Iron Warriors made a gesture to him, and Thor...

Tavitz immediately understood what was happening.

He couldn't help but cursed his crow's mouth in a low voice.

Bjorn laughed dumbly, took out the ax from his back and walked towards the other end of the corridor. Amidst the sudden sound of the alarm, his voice accurately reached the ears of Sol Tavitz.

"Look, I can tell you something, Captain?"

"Shut up, Bjorn."

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