Chapter 291 Cat Is Calling for Sex?

Chapter 291 Cats call for sex...?

Septimus stood in the navigator's room, disheveled and panting, but not injured, and looked worriedly at his master struggling on the ground, who was suffering from a violent nightmare.

Obviously, with riots all over the ship and a group of fully armed Astartes shouting "For the Emperor" around the corner at any time, this slave pilot and technician did not stay in the hangar and wait for death. He decided to move his master and himself to a place with more armed guards and stronger doors-and the owner of the door would definitely open the door for him and his master.

"What do you think of him?"

He asked the woman on the throne in the center of the room.

The current navigator of the Cursed Echo, Octavia (number eight), or rather, Lady Eurydice Melvalien, who was once the eighth daughter of a small navigator family on Terra, sat on her navigator's throne, never so in line with her servants' title of her mistress.

Although she was tired and thin, with her messy hair wrapped in a dirty hand towel, and a bunch of tubes connecting her to the injured and bleeding ship from the back of her head to her wrists, she now looked like a true Terran noble, pursing her lips sternly, her eyes scanning every display and instrument in the room, commanding all the servants and servitors to run around.

"I tried my best to wake him up." She responded, "But I dare not go too deep, Septimus, he... the prophet... has too many things entangled in him, too dark, I can't get too close to him."

The lips of the navigator with the third eye of the warp became paler, and she subconsciously put one hand on her abdomen.

"You will bring him back, right?" The green-eyed slave asked, and also put one hand on her abdomen, almost begging her, his eyes were as green as the legendary green leaves.

"I'll try my best," Octavia replied. "Don't look at me like that, Septimus. Although I was robbed and enslaved by him, and you and I both know that our master is indeed a killer and a villain, but since he came to visit me after knowing this and didn't kill you, yes, I will, I will try my best."

Although Octavia's navigator family is small and not well-known, and she has no famous teacher to teach her how to be an excellent navigator, she has discovered her own differences in the years she has spent with the Blood Covenant and the Cursed Echo. She knows that she can do more than other navigators, and Septimus knows it too.

Because Talos, the prophet of the Eighth Legion, once foresaw that she was destined to become their navigator, the Night Lords went across half the galaxy to plunder her from the Rogue Trader she used to serve.

Octavia withdrew her thoughts. Now was not a good time to recall. Then she ordered Seven to push the unconscious body of the Night Lords Prophet to the armrest of the throne. She touched Talos's cold ceramic arm, closed her eyes, and immersed herself in the thoughts of another world again.

She did not lie, she would try her best, but she did not tell him everything, even though Septimus was the father of her unborn child and her lover.

This was not the first time she touched Talos, but the first time since she became a slave navigator of the Eighth Legion. When she touched Talos, she felt a new and different power.

This was definitely not the light of the Astronomican. She knew it very well, because Tessaguassa, as she had told Talos before, was beyond the maximum range of the Astronomican, and she needed to stumble and grope in the terrifying, impenetrable dark fog to lead the Cursed Echo forward.

The light of the Terra Astronomican could not reach this forgotten and barren planet. This was a real lawless place.

But this time there was another light.

Very faint, but for those who have been in darkness for a long time, it is like seeing the sun through the clouds.

It is the black starry sky, the black starry sky that makes people feel awe, just like a small piece of clear night sky suddenly appears in the night full of dark clouds. It shows her the direction of the painful soul of Talos in the darkness.

"Go away! Don't touch me!" She screamed outside of reality. This brave and tenacious girl waved the arms of her soul to drive away other things that tried to approach her, but they refused to leave, still lingering and peeping, and something was laughing, sounding like the bubbling gurgling of mud and the screaming of strange birds.

Just as she walked tremblingly through the road surrounded by unborn and indescribable things on both sides, she was surprised to find that this small piece of black starry sky, very small, only one-third the size of her fingertips, surrounded her like a dim firefly, escorting her to the soul of Talos that was almost swallowed by those dark tentacles.

As she endured the pain of the cut soles of her feet, she finally grabbed one of her master's arms. When the touch of reality overlapped with it and she began to drag him out of the sea of ​​souls breathlessly, she seemed to see the shadow of some four-legged creature through the black light.

Maybe it was some kind of illusion, how could there be a strong-brained cat in this place...?

The oppressive feeling of endless greed in the darkness surged up again, and the navigator immediately focused on the things in his hands, refusing to raise his eyelids to look at the existence around him.

Although they began to tempt her, she looked up, just one look, and all the hopes and wishes she cherished in her heart would come true.

Just one look, and lo and behold, the finest Imperial Navy cruiser of her dreams was right next to her, and she could almost feel its majestic flanks passing through the deep air, casting its elegant shadow on the tip of her nose, so huge, so beautiful, Perhaps even better than she had dared to dream, a holy war void ship of the Emperor's Angels, the Adeptus Astartes, was there waiting for her guidance.

Behold, behold, just one look, Eurydice of Terra, the cheers you want, the recognition you want, the flowers and praises you want, the endless sacredness in which you want to be gloriously devoted. expedition……

Stop, put down your burden, and look back, and you will get everything.

"Shut up," Octavia of the Eighth Legion said through gritted teeth, sweat streaming down her hair and back, past her itchy Night Lords sigil brand - it contained the blood of Talos, She used a word she hadn't used since her capture, "SHIT."

A soft neigh of satisfaction approved her.

...What a strange and unpleasant sound...The cat's meow is Spring...?

No matter what, just push a little harder, push harder, push harder...

The woman on the throne let out a long groan of pain, gasping for breath, arching her back like a fish out of water, and her nails carved light white marks on the surface of midnight-colored ceramic steel.

Septimus immediately rushed over and hugged her, disrespectfully not even checking for signs of life in his master who had begun to resuscitate.

"Okay, Octavia, okay, you succeeded, you succeeded, you are the best. My treasure..."

He buried his face in her messy long hair and murmured three words.

The navigator still had her eyes closed, but she also raised the corners of her mouth and weakly raised her hands to hug her lover.