Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 328 I Really Want to Live Another Years
empire of man
Far Eastern Star Region (Ultima Segmentum)

The surrounding tens of millions of kilometers are all dark and empty.
A space far away from any routes and planets

"How much did you collect today? Did you fill up the entire cargo hold? Sigh..."

Every sigh of the Father of Genes seemed to be a soul-searching question knocking on Talos Valkolan's heart.

This Night Lord, who was extremely proficient and skilled in cutting a whole living person into a living network of blood vessels, nerves, organs, and other things without bones and muscle tissue that could howl for a long time before dying, had never had so much leisure in the past few centuries to think about what guilt and remorse were. Now he felt that he was being overwhelmed, suffocated, and swallowed by this feeling every moment.

But he was completely different from when he arrived in Tesaguarza.

If he was desperate and confused at that time, dragged here by the prophecy, and saw the illusion that everyone left before him, it would even be a happy ending if he calmly accepted his fate at this point and left the last echoes of the Midnight Lords at the burial place of their father.

But the Lord of Night miraculously returned to the human world.

Everything is getting better.

Ciel did not die in the scene of his first vision.

Nor did he die in the second boarding trip that actually happened in reality.

They had more and better logistics personnel, servants and equipment, as well as precious fresh water and food - although the Night Lords could choose to eat some slaves, if they had the choice of fresh amino acid oatmeal porridge and triglyceride clots flavored with juice, and the strict orders of the Primarch and the cakes and biscuits made by hand, they would still choose to eat some of the past food. Without Talos's order, a large number of murder duel invitations would find that tactless guy until he corrected himself or more likely, ended.

Both Cyrion and Ursus were clearly recovering from the corruption that had crept into their flesh and tried to infiltrate their minds.

Lufricks and his Bleeding Eyes Raptors were not abandoned by their father - although everyone now knew that they might have been turned into a kind of existence that could hardly be said to be alive due to their previous experiences and the curse that the Eighth Legion had suffered. But the Raptors didn't care now. They were happy every day, and their food had changed from the viscera and flesh of the Astartes to the food specially prepared by Valer and Dietrian, because the food from the physical universe alone could no longer keep them healthy.

The first harvest season on Thessaguarsa had passed. Every day, when the Thunder Eagle, called the "Rain Bird" by the people on the ground, carrying the bound and speechless Jan Zar, flew slowly over the newly reclaimed route, the Eighth Legion's cheers, praises and affirmation of their honor, which were ten thousand years late, threw themselves at them like they were free.

In this situation, Talos saw no reason for himself to give up. He had never had such a clear goal before. He wanted to survive. He wanted to pass on the history of the Legion and the meaning of true fear to the next generation of new blood. He did not want to die. He also wanted to accompany the Father of Genes to conquer the starry sea, just like he did ten thousand years ago, to make every planet submit to the coming of the Night Lords again.

as well as.

Building - he had turned this word over and over many times in his room - their new home.

Now, when he went to undergo the genetic examination and treatment that he was originally unwilling to accept, the usually calm Valer seemed to have become the most irritable one among them.

Every time he heard about the new mission assigned to him, his murderous intent was real. Now his catchphrase is "I am a pharmacist! Astartes pharmacist! Not a fucking plant and agricultural sage!!"

And if the Father of Genes lazily added at this time, "Alas, they are all seeds. Researching gene seeds is also seeds, and researching crop seeds is also seeds." And if the perfectly alert black and white long-haired cat "meowed" in time to agree, they would have the honor of watching Valer go from rampage to collapse and then resigned to his fate, "You can't do this to me! I have devoted my life to the Legion!" Fortunately, all this does not affect his medical skills. But the current situation is still not optimistic... Although the abnormal activity of Talos's gene seeds sometimes begins to decline, and even according to tracking, it is better than before, it is still slowly developing and eroding other parts of Talos' organs. Valer suspects that the suppression he has obtained is not the result of drug treatment, but some kind of radiation affected by the subspace, so what is it...

"Talos?"

The Soul Hunter's recollection was interrupted, "My Lord?"

"Come and take a look at this." The proximity alarm lights were flashing, and a buzzer was notifying the bridge that a target large enough to trigger the alarm was approaching.

"As you wish, my Lord."

Following the Prophet's movements and steps, the servomotors of the power armor painted in midnight and lightning colors emitted a slight hum. Now they sounded completely different from the previous ones that were poorly maintained, mismatched, and old, which made people feel sick and outdated. Although he was still not convinced, this set of Terminator Machine Souls that originally belonged to the members of the Eighteenth Legion was working well for him after fighting with Talos' original set of powerful Machine Souls whose parts were fragments of power armor from different chapters. "From the control of the color of the eyepiece to who took the first step on the soles of the feet, they fought for eight hundred rounds and then they couldn't fight anymore and decided to call a truce!" (Dietrian said what his apprentice told him)

He walked to the operating table indicated by the increasingly lazy Lord of the Night, and two officers in cleanly starched old navy uniforms respectfully made room for him.

"This is a... Pseudo-Emperor's Imperial Navy ship, my Lord. They are inferior to us in firepower and tonnage, but their sensors are trying to scan our loyalty code and keel code."

"Oh. Did they send a comms signal?"

"Yes, my Lord."

"Put on the audio channel and let's see what they say."

"Yes, Madam Communications, connect us."

Following a slight crackle of the incoming signal, an Imperial Navy officer spoke on the bridge with deep suspicion but still a cautious and polite voice, "Traveling Ronin Cruiser Star of Bethlehem? Your keel code sequence is not in our identification library. Which dynasty do you belong to?"

"Yes." The Lord of Night raised his hand and held down the black and white cat in his arms, which began to jump and stand on end. At the same time, he gave Talos a look, who didn't quite understand but immediately shut his mouth.

Then in the conversation on the communication channel, Talos was amazed.

I really need to live another five hundred years.

he thinks.

(End of this chapter)