The Emperor’s Angel of Death

When Talos is not training recruits, he spends most of his time in the huge independent cabin that Soshyan assigned him. There are his personal arsenals and bedrooms, and even an independent training ground. His treatment Almost as much as the Chapter Master himself.

But there are rumors circulating among the Chapter servants that the mysterious company commander's cabin is as dark as a cave all year round, and that the constant temperature system has been maintained at a low temperature for a long time.

It is so dark and secluded that few servants are willing to approach it unless it is a last resort.

Talos, as always, sat on the pedestal of a statue. He was naked, showing pale skin and scars all over it, holding a bone-like object in his hand, which was being carved.

There are various carvings around him, all of which are palm-sized heads, each of which is lifelike.

A little rebellious, some cruel, some mad, some sad—

There are as many as hundreds of them.

Suddenly, the cabin doorbell rang.

"The door is not locked."

The door opened, a figure walked in gently, and the dim lights in the cabin became brighter because of the intruder.

"What's up."

Talos didn't look up, still focusing on his carving.

"there are some problems."

Sabrin was standing more than 20 meters away from Talos. He was wearing a daily training suit, with sweat still remaining on his forehead and hair. It was obvious that he had just finished training.

"Then say it."

Sabrin looked hesitant. After hesitating for a moment, he took a deep breath, as if to encourage himself, and then said:

"Company commander, I have been checking the information of the Eighth Legion in the archives for the past few days."

Talos was still carving, and the expression on his face did not change at all.

"Oh, I see."

"Well...company commander, don't you want to ask me why I did this?"

"If I don't ask you, I will say that it's not your character to go around."

Sabrin let out a long sigh of relief, then found a stone and sat on it.

"Captain, why did you... join the Astral Knight?"

"Because Soshyan saved my life."

"That's all?"

"Go straight to the point, I guess you're not here to care about me."

"I....the Eighth Legion....we..."

Sablin seemed unable to organize the language for a while, and after hesitating for a long time, he scratched his hair with both hands in annoyance.

In the end, he only jumped out three words.

"why?"

A mocking smile appeared on Talos' face, he threw a few quick slashes with the carving knife, then raised the carving in his hand and looked at the light for a moment.

This is a face mixed with arrogance and ferocity, as well as subtle cunning, and it is also Talos' former superior, 'Supreme' Van Zhuode.

"There are not so many whys, I chose you, so you became children of the night, it's that simple."

Putting the statue aside, Talos picked up a new carving material.

"But we-"

Sabrin pressed his hand on his chest in excitement. He just stood up a little, then slowly sat back on the stone and shook his head weakly.

"...We are the descendants of traitors."

"traitor?"

Talos raised his eyebrows and looked at him sternly.

"Do you consider yourself a traitor?"

"But . . . what the Night Lords did."

"I know you met that kid Amon, so let me ask you now, are you willing to be with something like that?"

Sabrin shook his head vigorously.

"I don't want to."

Gu Yan "Why, isn't he your blood brother?"

"I hate him, I hate him, I didn't become an Astarte to become that kind of thing!"

"So why do you consider yourself a traitor?"

"But after all we... Didn't the Chapter Master violate the imperial edict by doing this?"

Talos smiled slightly.

"The Codex of Astartes only stipulates the number of people and equipment, but it does not mandate that a warband can only be composed of one type of gene-seed."

"Ah this-"

Sablin was stunned for a moment, and then realized that it seemed to be the case.

He was at a loss for a while, and after thinking for a long time, he finally squeezed out a sentence.

"But if the Inquisition..."

"Our Chapter Master looks like someone who cares about the Inquisition?"

"It's true..."

Sablin thought for a while, and suddenly caught a point.

"If the Chapter Master doesn't care, why should we be a secret company?"

Talos stopped what he was doing.

"Ah, that's right. After all, he has some concerns, but such concerns will soon disappear, and you will be able to appear in front of other companies with integrity."

"Yes......"

Sabrin lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Captain...then why are you training us like this? Wouldn't it be nice to have us be like the other fighting brothers of the Astral Knights? Why would you want us to be like them if you abandoned the Legion of the past? ."

"Do you think you are like them?"

Sablin nodded.

"...some aspects."

"Then what do you think caused the Night Lord to become like this?"

Sabrin thought for a moment, then replied in a very uncertain tone:

"Because of... the madness of the Primarch?"

"anything else?"

"Bingyuan's... problem?"

Talos smiled and shook his head.

"But you have neither seen the Primarch, nor are you from Nostram."

"...but our mode of action."

"Fear is a weapon."

Talos suddenly interrupted Sabrin's words.

"I used to teach you this. Do you think this sentence was taught to the Legion by the Primarch?"

"Isn't it?"

Talos shook his head again.

"It was said before the return of the Primarch, and it was... taught by the Emperor to the Eighth Legion."

"This--"

"Many Legions will change after finding the Primarch and its home world, but not the Eighth Legion. Of all the Legions, we have the least change after the return of the Primarch. Of course, the change exists, it's just very subtle. , As the number of Nostram recruits surpassed the old Terran, Nostram became the language of the Eighth Legion. The twisted runes and serpent-like sentences spread within the Legion, and the temperament of the Legion gradually became Gloomy and dark, with a certain brutal sense of humor, and a vicious fatalism... a new tradition has been adopted within the Legion, a morbid portrayal of Nostram gang rituals and customs~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ For example, the gauntlets of convicted legionnaires were painted blood red, indicating that they were facing death sentences. Many high-ranking legionnaires began to use honorary titles by convention. This was also the case of the Nostram noble court and the The cultural heritage of horror aesthetics, although these changes are obvious, they have not touched the essence of the Eighth Legion."

Sabrin listened and blinked.

"Essence... What is the essence of the Eighth Legion?"

"The essence is a savage weapon... The return of Curze is nothing but the transformation of the legion's justice into a strong desire for punishment, their fighting style has not changed, and the Terran and Nostram descendants The fusion of warriors is the fastest among all legions, the old and new legions are like the front and back of a silver coin, what do you think is the reason?"

Sablin shook his head.

"Then let me tell you a story..."

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