Chapter 739 31 Keep an Account First

Chapter 739 31. Keep the account first

"Meet again, Corporal Kius."

Shake hands, shake, smile—in one go. Carriel took two steps back, looked up at Sallen behind him, and nodded.

The corporal looked at him with a complicated expression and spoke slowly after a long time.

"Sir. Can I ask a question?"

“I will tell you everything within my ability.”

“When did you get on the boat?”

Carrier spread his hands with a smile: "This question is a bit long, so we might as well solve a more important problem first. What do you think this is, Corporal?"

After he finished speaking, Baomin walked over with two dark spirits. Blood flowed down his golden armor, wet the deck at his feet, outlining bloody patterns.

Kius's expression couldn't help but become more complicated. At this moment, a porthole located on their side was suddenly filled with endless light. The light was extremely bright, and the face of the corporal was almost swallowed by it.

It didn't disappear slowly until half a minute later. But this is not the end. There are more small explosions that are constantly being born. They work together to destroy a huge Eldar battleship, without any grudges, dancing in the high temperature, bringing greater light.

The corporal took a deep breath, withdrew his gaze, and asked expressionlessly, "What problem are you planning to solve?"

Carriel didn't say anything, but looked down at the two dark elves whose limbs had been cut off. They were probably distinguished by their status and lived a superior life, and they were wearing armor that was significantly different from the conspiracy group warriors who died around the deck.

But at this moment, they probably wished they were already dead - just a simple stare, which made their remaining bodies tremble violently.

One of them wanted to beg for mercy directly. Unfortunately, before it even had time to issue the first syllable, the imperial guard stabbed its jaw with a knife, turning the words about to be said into a terrified boredom. snort.

"It depends on how they want to solve it," Carrier replied slowly.

Baomin immediately understood and instantly drew his sword and stabbed one of them in the abdomen, lifted it up, and stabilized it on the sword with amazing skills and sense of balance.

Despite this, it still maintained its rationality, as if this situation that was extremely terrifying to ordinary people was nothing, but it only gave Carriel a humble and flattering smile with fear.

The high Gothic language without any accent sounded smoothly.

"We only beg you not to hand us to the hands of the Hungry Lady."

"No."

After a firm rejection, there was a long pause, but the expressions of the dark spirits were frozen in the moment they heard the word.

Unparalleled fear grabbed their hearts tightly, and by contrast, it seemed that even the passing blood and life were no longer so terrible.

The pause ends. Carriel spoke again.

"I have limited abilities," he said calmly and slowly. "I can only bring total destruction to one of you-as for the other, I can do nothing."

Is he true or false? No one knew, at least Kius had no clue and was shocked: What's going on? How much has this great judge dealt with the Dark Spirit Clan in the past? Can it be so powerful in just a few words?

He was amazed, but he quickly refreshed his understanding of this "power". Because in the next second, the dark spiritual race, which was not provoked by the sword, suddenly raised its head and spit out a mouthful of dark liquid at the compatriot who was hung on the blade of the imperial guard.

The latter knew nothing about this and realized what was happening at the moment of contact. His expression quickly changed into a resentful poison.

But it no longer had a chance to speak. The liquid had completely corroded the flesh and blood on its neck, leaving only the thick white bones. Half a second later, with a click, the bones broke and the head rolled down.

"I said!" The remaining alien screamed at its maximum volume. "I can say anything! Choose me, sir!"

Caril finally laughed, and when the Spirit tribe saw this, he also showed a pleasing smile.

"Who sent you here?"

The Spirit answered immediately without hesitation: "Asrubair Victor."

Carrier raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh--so you are the famous black-hearted conspiracy group?"

"No, no, sir, we are just a group of unlucky people who have grabbed this contract from his slightly open fingers."

It smiled humbly again, but this time there was some desolation in its smile.

"But now, I probably know why he didn't let his conspiracy group enjoy the generous rewards of this contract."

"What did it send you here?"

The elves struggling, the hands-free and legs-free spirits turned its sight to Sallen, who was standing behind Kius, and spoke in a low voice.

"His blood."

The latter was indifferent to this, but the former immediately burst out with a horrifying murderous intent and almost drew his sword.

"interesting."

Caril finally laughed, and then, after this sentence, there was a long and dead silence. When he spoke again, his voice had become softer.

"You mentioned the contract just now, why? That Comoros overlord is just a middleman in this errand?"

"I can't know the truth behind it, sir, but there is actually a lot of content in that contract related to prophecy."

Prophecy, the first original blood of Astart. Interesting, what do the Spirits want to do?

After meditating for a few seconds, Carrier immediately remembered the spiritual adviser who stayed with Robert Kiriman, who was from the Death Army, and one of the leaders of this spiritual power was a prophet.

No, Eldrad Uslan, it shouldn't be him. It would be too stupid to place bets on both ends, but you must be careful.

It seems that we need to go back to the solar system as soon as possible.

But now-

He looked down at the spirit clan, his right hand moved slightly, and a sharp blade suddenly slid out of his wide cuff, pressing against the skin of his wrist. The latter looked at him nervously until he got a nod from Carrier before he felt relieved and closed his eyes.

A cold light flashed, his head fell to the ground, and some kind of roar came from the void. The darkness boiled, and the blood and corpses all over the deck suddenly vibrated.

Kius drew his sword out of the sheath conditioned, roared with an enemy attack, and protected Caril behind him. Sallen immediately raised his shield and came to the side of the Grand Judgment with a good sense of learning. Regardless of his strange face, he raised his shield directly.

However, time passed by, and except for the roaring and shaking corpses, no other vision occurred.

What's going on? Kius glanced around vigilantly, but could not find any movement related to the enemy. The entire deck was silent. Apart from the messy corpses left by the Dark Spirits, there was nothing worth noting.

Could it be that there are still spiritual races that have not died completely? Once this thought appeared, the corporal thought of stabbing the corpse one by one with a sword.

Of course, he quickly took this seven-point out of subconscious consideration, three thoughts of hatred for the aliens, put their swords back into the sheath, turned around, but happened to see Carrier's complex smile in his heart. look.

The corporal frowned and asked in confusion: "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing, I just sigh that Fogrim's descendants are indeed fulfilling their duties. Okay, let me handle this matter with full authority. I will rush back to Terra to report. The support fleet seems to be coming soon, so let's leave. Goodbye, Corporal, and you, Sallen."

After saying that, he blinked at the young Yuanzhu and said a name with his mouth. The latter's whole body shook and a little incredible surged on his face.

——

Taking off his helmet, Ra Endymion sat down slowly. In just two hours, he and Carriel boarded a warship full of soldiers who had expired in service and returned to Terra for retirement.

Of course there is no good environment for them here, but it doesn't matter. This is the fastest ship you can find to set off for Terra. Even if the conditions are so difficult that you need to be close to the cargo hold to get some The officials in the protection of the people don’t care at all when they are settled.

He has done something similar long ago, and the same is true for the adult who is responsible for "protection".

Pull back and place the helmet on your right knee. Turning his head, I wanted to say something, but I happened to see Caril Lohals cut open his chest with a knife in extreme horror, and his technique was even very skillful.

The Baomin official took a deep breath, maintained his last bit of politeness, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I have to say hello to Belisari Kaul in advance."

Carriel said without raising his head, and still focused on cutting his bones with a knife. The blood strangely stagnated in the blood vessels and stopped flowing. However, the bones were astonishingly stubborn, and even sparks emerged between the blade and its friction.

"The ruler of the wise?"

"Yes, why ask clearly, why not? "

"No, sir, I just don't understand the need to do this?"

"Of course there is." Carrier finally looked up at him. "It has been four years since then, and the promised seat of the general in the casting system has probably fallen on him with the division of a large number of resources."

"So, he will be very busy during this period. He will be so busy that it will be difficult for us to contact him even if we don't go through the formal process, so I have to use some special means. I don't want to go back to Terra again Waiting for a year or two, aren’t you still aware of the administrative efficiency of our empire?”

The official Baomin seemed to have been persuaded and turned his face away and looked at the only round porthole in the ordinary cabin. It was not until the friction between the bone and the steel became even more intense that he finally couldn't help but speak again.

".But what kind of means does it require you to almost completely separate yourself?"

Carriel did not answer, but just tapped his heart with the knife in his hand.

Between the separated flesh and bones, the heart was beating slowly and steadily, but there was a small black armor inlaid in the center, as clear as a gem, reflecting the color of blood.

Carrier picked it out with a knife and asked with a smile, "Do you know what this is, pull?"

".I don't think I have any reason to know."

Carriel smiled brighter and then his tone became a little proud.

"This used to be a piece of armor that was given to me. The armor became my prison, and later it became one of the symbols and sustenances of my human nature. Belisari Kaul owned one of them. , he used it as his source of power."

Led slowly and stiffly, turning his head to look at him.

"What did you say?" he asked in a tone that was completely different from himself.

"What's wrong?" Khalil looked at him in confusion. "I allowed him to do this - is there a problem, La?"

The tribune took a deep, deep breath of air. This was probably the most difficult moment in his long life, but he still survived and made a dry voice.

"I strongly recommend that you do not tell this to any member of the Night Blade and its sub-group, especially Yago Sevitarion"

Khalil laughed, nodded, held the armor in his hand, and closed his eyes. A darkness slowly emerged, and then countless points of starlight spread all over the galaxy, almost forming an alternative star map.

He found one of them near Terra, and his mind moved, and he connected with it. The voice of Belisarius Cawl came soon after, with a shock that was caught off guard.

"Ouch - wait, what, what's going on?"

Khalil thought: "Is it me, Great Sage Caul, or should I call you Casting General now?"

From the other side of the fragment came a complex thought, almost a storm of thoughts. Its complexity was not at all like what a normal human should have, but a person with the most serious schizophrenia in history.

But Caul was still Caul after all, and he quickly calmed down the storm, and the voice that came after that could even be called calm.

"Lord Caul Rohals, I strongly protest to you - although I can understand the nature and particularity of this kind of communication between us, I still want to protest, I almost crashed just now, do you understand?"

"But you survived, Caul, which proves that my trust in you is correct. Don't you think so?"

"Ha!" Caul laughed harshly. "Of course!"

"Very good. Then, the task you assigned to me has been completed. I will pass the relevant information to you as soon as I return to Terra, but now, I need you to do me a favor."

"What is it, my lord? I have to remind you that I am at my inauguration ceremony right now - there are several Primarchs sitting in the audience."

"That's even better." Khalil said. "I need you to go to Robert Guilliman after the meeting and ask him to ask his Eldar advisor a question."

"What question?"

"Just say--"

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Robert Guilliman asked Illian Natas a question word by word.

"--Does this matter have anything to do with you, Eldrad Uslan?"