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"Lord Lynch, hello. I am Sage Salo, and I am..."
"One of the three sages stationed at mining station α13, belonging to the Mechanicus forging world of Angorostum, is now leading the First Arrow out because the mining station has been attacked by the enemy and he is going to request reinforcements?"
Sage Salo felt his brain freeze. Three seconds later, he suddenly noticed at the end of the line, Tal Fetus 09α, who was looking at him with his modified face.
traitor?
traitor.
traitor!
"Yes or no?"
Lynch ignored the angry glare from Sage Salo; he knew without asking who it was directed at. Father Tal squeezed out of the line, bowed solemnly to Lynch, and then went to Sage Salo's side, muttering something in binary.
How can you be so sure?
“I see. Alright, Saroo, I’ll see if Lord Lynch is willing to perform a miracle for you.”
Tal's tone was full of "I knew it" attitude. Then, he came to Lynch's side, lowered his head, and humbled himself.
"Sir, I wonder if you could perform that for Salo? After all, as you know, without a miracle, it would be very difficult for ordinary members of the Cult of Mechanics to recognize your identity."
"........Okay."
Lin Qi sighed helplessly, then looked around and saw a fighter soldier lying not far away, now just scrap metal.
Saroo stepped forward, his face serious. He clearly knew something and was willing to let Lynch probe his memories.
Lynch placed his hand on Salo's head, and then, as the temperature of the surrounding space began to drop rapidly, a white light began to flash. At the spot where the mech had been destroyed, the white light seemed to transform into a giant eggshell, which then cracked open, revealing a brand-new, undamaged mech inside.
Lin Qi took a step back and subtly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
Sage Salo stared in utter disbelief at the mech. He sensed no spatial fluctuations, confirming that this was not some kind of spatial transfer technology. He then rushed to the mech's side and, under the watchful eyes of the Astartes, performed a series of rituals, communicating with the mech's soul.
After everything was over, the Mechanic became visibly distracted, swaying unsteadily, much like a drunken worker from the hive.
Furthermore, during this process, he was muttering some binary language, giving the impression of being crazy.
A look of understanding appeared in Father Tar's remaining eye. He walked over, patted the other man on the shoulder, and then whispered something to him.
Sage Salo immediately snapped out of his madness, and then...
He slid down to his knees and knelt directly at Lin Qi's feet.
"Praise be to Omnisiah! Praise be to the chosen one of the God of Machines! The great Lord Lynch, the Steel Soul!"
"........"
"Lord Lynch! Please save the α13 mining station! We are under attack from both aliens and heretical forces! We're about to collapse!"
"Stand up first." Lin Qi's lips twitched. "Let's talk on the combat barge."
Chapter 83 Khorne: Damn it! Refund! (4000)
Asford felt as if he were walking on a burning earth.
He was naked; the Hades-type Terminator power armor he had been wearing was gone. He could feel the sounds echoing in his ears, seemingly coming from a very distant place, as if carried by the wind, yet also seemingly coming from not far away, like a broadcast amplified by a loudspeaker.
Asford closed his eyes and listened intently, finally discovering that no matter what, there were only a few sounds.
It's nothing more than blood, killing, fighting, and glory...
Oh right, and that slogan.
Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull seat.
Asford stopped and took a deep breath. He could smell the pervasive stench of sulfur and blood in the air, along with the lingering, seductive murmurs that echoed around him.
shout out........
He shouted out those words...
Become my warrior, fight for me...
I fight for the Emperor, the Father of Genetics, and Lord Lynch.
Asford ruthlessly shattered the whispers that echoed in their ears. It vanished, but the warriors of Star Claw knew that it wouldn't be long, probably about eight minutes, before it returned with a vengeance.
So he stopped and looked at the short figure following behind him.
"how do you feel?"
"It's alright, sir, but the air smells awful, it's making my throat feel a bit sore."
"Bear with it, we'll be out soon. Also, you can call me by my name Asford, not 'sir' or 'carassto'."
“...That’s still a bit too offensive, Lord Asford.”
A shy smile appeared on Karasto's face. He didn't know why, after falling into a coma, he found himself in this unfamiliar place when he opened his eyes again. If it weren't for the angel in front of him, he would probably be as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
However, this angel named Asford didn't know where he was either. He could only lead him forward and help him resist the noisy sounds echoing in his ears.
Asford shook his head, and could only continue forward with the mortals behind him. Based on what Lord Lynch had told him in his last moments before he lost consciousness, he roughly knew his current situation.
That means he has been targeted by some chaotic enemy. Although he doesn't know why the enemy is targeting him, judging from the current situation, it probably wants to corrupt him and make him a traitor.
but........
I, Asford, will never betray.
Two figures, one large and one small, moved slowly but steadily across the burning land. They didn't know how long they had been walking—it could be a minute, a Terran hour, a whole day, a month, or even a year from beginning to end. This was a land without the cycle of sun and moon; time had no meaning here, just like the land itself. No matter how far they went, there was no end in sight.
Karasto stopped in his tracks, knelt down, his face showing exhaustion and despair from overexertion.
"My lord, I can't go on..."
Karasto's voice sounded so weak that Asford knelt down beside him, looked at his body which was covered in sweat, and immediately understood what was going on.
This mortal was already showing signs of dehydration. After all, he wasn't Astartes; he didn't have that superhuman physique and couldn't actively control his sweat glands to prevent the loss of body water.
"Hang in there, we're about to get out of here."
Asford said this, but Karasto shook his head with a wry smile, looked around at the road ahead and the familiar scenery, let out a long breath, and a relieved expression appeared on his face.
"Sir, please go on your own."
“I have no habit of abandoning my companions, Karasto.”
"I am just a mortal, sir."
Karasto said this, but Asford shook his head.
“Didn’t you lead the way for me and my brothers on the first arrow? I will always remember your contribution. So, you are not just an ordinary mortal, you are my companion.”
Karasto was stunned. He stared at the serious and solemn face of the God-Emperor's Angel of Death before him. After a long while, he lowered his head and muttered a few words.
He probably thought his voice was already very soft, but in Asford's heightened senses, it sounded no different from speaking normally to him.
By the Divine Emperor, I have been recognized as a companion by an angel of death...
I've lived a long and fulfilling life...
When the soul passed the Golden Throne, there was something to show off to those Oglins...
These words were very vulgar, and were all spoken in Low Gothic mixed with dialects from some unknown imperial world. Asford only managed to understand their general meaning by guessing and deciphering.
However, after listening, he fell silent, unsure of what to say next.
“My lord.” Karasto raised his head, a resolute look in his eyes. “You go first. Look at my condition, it’s difficult for me to continue. I’ll rest for a while and then I’ll catch up.”
Asford remained silent for a long while before slowly nodding.
"I'll be waiting for you up ahead."
After saying that, he stood up and started walking forward without looking back.
Karasto watched Asford's retreating figure until it disappeared from sight, and breathed a sigh of relief. Then, he simply lay down on the ground, looked at the cloudless, unpolluted atmosphere, and the blood-red sky, and slowly closed his eyes.
Long live the Divine Emperor!
His consciousness began to fade, and finally he vanished completely from this world. Only his body remained on this earth, slowly decaying over time, turning into an invisible cloud of dust...
If he really is left there indefinitely.
On the horizon, a tall figure appeared once more. Asford returned, looked at the now motionless Karasto, shook his head, and hoisted him onto his shoulder.
The two continued forward, and no one fell behind, except that one of them carried the other on their shoulders.
Asford continued walking, not knowing how long he had walked, so long that even as an Astartes, he began to feel exhausted. His sweat glands began to flare up uncontrollably, causing his body to sweat profusely.
Even so, he gritted his teeth and carried Karasto on his shoulder, refusing to put him down.
Do you want me to submit like this?
Asford looked up at the blood-red sky in the distance and clearly felt the faint, probing gaze.
Who do you think you are? A god? Someone who can use your divine power to subdue me?
give up.
"I am Asford, a warrior of the Star Claws, and I will never compromise," Asford said, carrying his companion.
Give in.
"I am Asford." His consciousness was becoming blurred due to continuous dehydration, but Asford mustered his strength and continued to speak.
Yes, you are Asford, no problem. So, who else are you? Whom do you fight for? What is the purpose of your existence in this world?
"I am Asford." Asford pursed his lips, trying to slow down the loss of moisture.
There's no need to continue. You and your companions didn't need to endure this suffering in the first place. Come, say those words. As long as you're willing to say those words, you and your companions can both be freed from this sea of suffering...
“I…” Asford didn’t know what to say. He felt his brain short-circuit, and he even forgot why he was carrying a mortal on his shoulders.
Speak out, only for the sake of blood.
“I…” Asford felt as if he had forgotten something, but he continued to carry the mortal on his shoulder. For some reason, he always felt that he and a certain mortal had a closely related fate.
"I........."
Speak it out, "blood," speak it out.
"Blood........."
By the way, which god was sacrificed to? Think about it, which god was sacrificed to?