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Chapter 950 305. Never Forgot (3k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 950 305. Never Forgot (3k)

Broken corpses and fragments of armor were everywhere. In the hangar, the smell of blood disappeared, replaced by the smell of burned flesh and a deep chill that was completely opposite to the flames.

They caused the floor to freeze, and the few remaining status indicators on the hangar walls were flickering, flashing red alternately, and the cable ducts were hissing, trying to get the temperature back to normal levels. Maintenance personnel were busy afterwards.

You will probably have a headache for a while.

Sol Tarvitz knew why the chill existed - the power of the Givadoron-style enchanted magazine was simply too strong. Even if he aimed at the ceiling, the power of the runes kept the chill going to this day.

He looked down at the bolter in his hand. The runes on the enchanted magazine flickered, on and off, as if in response to his gaze, and it happened to be bright for a long time at this moment.

Sol Tarvitz smiled unconsciously.

The Iron Warriors lit a fire, and the fuel was the corpses of the traitors. Several Destroyers holding flamethrowers concentrated on their work, and their eyepieces reflected a blazing scene. They were so frightened by this terrible situation.

The scene has become accustomed to it.

Other Astartes would probably not take on the task of burning corpses so naturally.

Sol Tarvits even saw some Iron Warriors carrying the corpses of the traitors with their own hands - mortals could not work in such low temperatures, but they did not complain, they just endured everything silently, and at most they just cursed in a low voice.

Sol Tavitz watched all this calmly, without words or movements.

A voice sounded behind him: "Captain, thank you again."

Tavitz turned around and saw Honsou, covered in blood, slowly walking over. The power armor he was wearing was a very old MK3 type. The server behind him was creaking, and sparks were coming from time to time.

Out. That's obviously why he's moving so slowly.

Noticing his gaze, Honso smiled imperceptibly: "It is inevitable to be injured in battle, don't you think, Captain?"

After saying that, he looked at the unscathed Land Titan on Tarvitz. He looked up and down, his eyes gradually filled with curiosity and desire.

Tavitz burst into laughter when he saw this. He shook his head: "I know what you want to ask, Captain Honso."

This is considered a rejection of some kind.

Hongsuo was not disappointed. He had fought hard so far and naturally knew that the most important thing in the empire was the secret.

People create secrets and then protect them. Guard them tightly and be cautious about what they say and do. In his opinion, another world may be similar. He knows that if that similar world is very beautiful, this team will not appear on his ship.

.

He nodded: "Let us skip this topic, Captain. Although I am also thirsty for technology, it is different from the Adeptus Mechanicus. As for your gun, alas."

Looking down, Honso looked at the bolt gun on Tavitz's waist and sighed.

"I guess it's one of the secrets that cannot be revealed, right?"

"Unfortunately, you guessed it right, Captain Hong Suo."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and Honso sighed again with a hint of sigh: "I haven't fought with brothers from other legions for a long time. Frankly speaking, I miss those days."

The old days are always beautiful, and it is human nature to miss them.

Sol Tarvits lowered his eyes quietly - of course he missed it too, how could he not miss it?

With everyone united in the Great Crusade, the entire empire was prospering. At that time, the Emperor's Children could proudly say their names, but now, if it weren't for the gift of the captain, they would still not have any personnel reinforcements.

At this moment, Honso didn't speak. He might have thought of something. Staring at the fire not far away, the war blacksmith's expression gradually became a little hollow, like a heavy echo after the war. The atmosphere gradually became

Silence fell, and then a curse from the hangar door destroyed it.

"In the name of Russ, I will skin them all!"

Bjorn cursed loudly, and the Fenrisian language sounded so harsh. Many Iron Warriors looked at him. In the past, Bjorn might have quarreled with them, but the lone wolf was not in that mood now.

He quickly came to Saul Tarvits and Honso, holding in his hand a bloody head that was still staring at the air with wide eyes, and the eight-pointed star on its face was so dazzling.

"Look at this, Captain!" Bjorn raised the head. "Did you see what this bastard tattooed on his face? Damn it!"

".I saw it, Bjorn." Sol Tarvitz had to stop him. "I understand your emotions, but maybe you should be quieter."

"I do, Captain!"

Bjorn angrily threw the head into the fire not far away, smashing up some stumps and broken arms. He ran over, forcibly snatched the flamethrower from an Iron Warrior, and took over himself

Not only that, he was also not idle, and every word he spoke made the corners of Sol Tavitz's eyes twitch.

"Damn idiots, why didn't the sea monster on Fenris eat them? Or just let them fall into the lake and drown! I can understand just being deceived, but they are so stupid!"

The Iron Warrior who had been robbed of his job stood there at a loss. He looked at Honso. Even with his helmet on, Honso could tell from his body language that he was at a loss.

The war blacksmith had no choice but to gesture to him expressionlessly, telling him to do something else. But Bjorn's complaints continued. It seemed that he didn't want to stop anytime soon.

"A group of steadfast idiots, the brain-eating beasts at the bottom of the hive city will probably run away in disappointment after ripping open their skulls! There is nothing that can be called a brain at all, just a mixture of flesh and blood.

!”

"They actually believe that they are doing the right thing, that psychic powers should be forever banned and extinct. Damn it, then they have the guts to make the rune priests shut up forever and stop singing any ancient songs.

A long poem?!”

Honso turned his head and glanced at Sol Tavitz with an inquiring look. The latter pursed his lips at him: "I don't know what's wrong with him."

"I'll tell you what's wrong with me, Captain!"

Bjorn grabbed another Iron Warrior who was passing by him and stuffed the flamethrower into his hand. The latter took three steps back and looked over angrily. Before he could say anything, Bjorn

En quickly left the place. He came to Tavitz, his face armor flicked open, and his red face was filled with deep shame.

He lowered his voice to ensure that only Honso and Tavitz could hear him.

"I thought their betrayal was because something happened to Russ, or he was bewitched, but I didn't expect that they actually knew exactly what they were doing! They fully admitted these bad things, and they knew they were robbing, killing, and aliens.

alliance"

"But they put the responsibility for the corruption of their souls on the Emperor! They think it was the Emperor's concealment and Magnus's curse that contributed to everything, okay! Although I don't know that in this world Magnus and

His wizards have done something, but I'm sure these bastards have Ogryn's boogers in their heads!"

From the corner of his eye, Tavitz saw Honso take a slight step back.

"Bjorn" Tavitz heard himself sighing. "Listen to me, you have to calm down - I know you are surrounded by shame and resentment now. I have gone through this stage, and I understand your feelings, but

We still have a mission to do."

Bjorn looked at him steadily, and after a period of silence, he suddenly asked: "How did you get through it?"

Sol Tarvitz smiled bitterly.

"I didn't get through it, Bjorn," he replied softly. "I remembered it, that's all."

——

"Are you okay, Mephisto Librarian?"

The moment he heard this voice, Mephisto was horrified. He opened his eyes and saw Cato Sicarius looking at him with worry. The Ultramarine's face had improved a lot, at least he was no longer pale.

. And he

Mephisto didn't need a mirror or seeing it with his own eyes to know that his skin color would never change. From the moment he crawled out from under the rubble, something changed forever.

"Am I unconscious?" he asked, and then heard his own hoarse voice. "How long?"

"Seven minutes."

Sicarius used an affirmative tone and gave Mephisto enough time to accept it. After getting the answer, the Blood Angel breathed a sigh of relief.

This is not the first time he has used his power to protect a ship deep into the subspace, but this is the first time he has been unconscious. Sure enough, if you don't use rituals and borrow the power of other psykers, being alone is still a bit difficult.

It's too forced.

However, seven minutes of coma is an acceptable number.

He sat up, golden light flashing in his eyes. I don't know if it was Sicarius's illusion, but he always felt that the color of Mephisto's eyes had some strange changes. In the past, he would not forget this, but now,

A force disrupted his thoughts and made him forget everything.

Mephisto also knew nothing about it.

"Seven minutes is still an acceptable time." The chief think tank shook his head. "But I need some time to recover."

"Are you sure, Librarian? I've seen what psykers do when they're overdrawn."

"I'm different from them, and I have this."

Mephisto raised his hand and took out an injection from the side of his belt. The light blue liquid was slowly shaking in it.

He took it in his hand, and a device just big enough to accommodate it popped out from the shoulder of the land-walking Titan. Mephisto put it in, and the device sank. For a moment, the buzzing sound of the array's operation was overwhelming.

everything.

".Now, I'm much better."

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