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There was a strange silence, no insects, no birds, nothing.

It's like a grave.

Except for the sound of the sooth, it was the afterglow of the dead branches and fallen leaves being crushed.

Then, the voices stopped.

"Here it is." A rough, hoarse voice like rusty gears broke the silence. You can feel that the owner of this voice is already trying hard to lower his voice, but it is clear that the tone of his usual voice is too great.

"I don't guarantee the secrecy of this conversation." Another voice came out, completely different from the one just now, sounding calm as water, without the slightest ripple.

"Put away your pretentious manners!" With a snap, a big edge hat was slammed between the fallen leaves on the ground. "Lao Tzu doesn't care if those pointed ears are eavesdropping, anyway, ****** can't care! Just let our stinky boys hear it. And you, what the hell do you want to do, I just need to know what the purpose of this double reed that you and Edward's little bastard are colluding to sing?! ”

"About?" The sound of the reply was as smooth as ever, without a hint of warmth, like a piece of polished iron.

"Less garlic for Lao Tzu!" The questioner is literally rattling like an overpressurized boiler now. "about walking with these pointy-eared aliens with maggots in their bones!"

"That was the decision of our commander."

"Fart!" The questioner's voice suddenly rose up. "Do you think Lao Tzu doesn't know anything? Coming out of those pointy-eared dung tanks like a marionette? Even if you don't think of it---------," he put his hand under the nose of the answerer sitting on the stone and made a stirring gesture, "go grab two rabbit cubs and ask?!" ”

His body went straight back, his nostrils puffing like a boiler whistle. "Even if we don't know anything, like a dog-groomed dog with a brain gouged out, we can guess that this decision is definitely not something that Ryan's little bastard can carry alone, unless you are fanning the flames by the side------- because he doesn't have the guts!"

"So your conclusion?"

"Don't play Tai Chi with Lao Tzu! What the hell do you mean by delaying time in such a round and round about it?! ”

"Wait until you calm down."

"Listen, Astarte, I'm calm, I've seen a lot of guys who are good at manipulating people's anger to achieve their own ends, and of course, I slaughtered them all. My anger is my weapon and nothing else! You know, I'm only looking for you because Edward won't tell me a word, and I doubt he'll be able to tell you why. ”

"My feelings," Astarte's voice said, "you still don't know what you want to know." ”

"Everything!"

Astarte didn't speak, just looked at Konstantin faintly.

"Well, let's start from the beginning," Konstantin said with extreme impatience, "what are you crazy about to choose...... And these pointy ears, in an alliance. Konstantin said this with an expression of extreme disgust on his face, as if he had just eaten a mass of orc dung.

"You seem to be very upset."

", of course I'm not satisfied." Konstantin said, his distorted face looking even more hideous in the darkness.

"Only fools and dead people would believe these sprouts!" The questioner sniffed hard. "In their eyes, we're just animals, monkeys! What a bullshit alliance, it's just a use! We're now running away to be someone's hounds, and we're still the kind that could be slaughtered at any time, and the remnants...... The Emperor is above, and there are only a few things they can do better than the Chaos Traitors, so I'm pretty unhappy about it--------- you'd better give a better reason! ”

"Because we ourselves have no way to get through Tyron's blockade." Space Marine said.

"That's great, these sprouts and heretics have volunteered to be our bodyguards, right? It's a great plan. Konstantin scoffed.

"Because they don't have a choice themselves. Without us to lead the way, the Elves couldn't go where they wanted to go. ”

"Why the do I get more awkward the more I listen to it?" The questioner snorted, "You mean, it's just a deal, and we and those sprouts are using each other, right?" ”

"So to speak."

"They're trying to rely on us to lead the way and find something?"

"Yes."

"Are we going in the same direction as we are looking for something?"

"Yes."

"So!" The questioner sitting on the stone jumped up at once, "In the name of the dust under the golden throne!" What's the fucking connection between this? Well?! ”

"I'm afraid they're looking for the same target as we're looking for."

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"Don't stare at me like a Klute hound. With regard to this goal, our purpose may not conflict with theirs. ”

"Oh well! But what the hell is this so-called 'target' that makes everyone look like a madman, what the hell is this hellish thing?? ”

"I don't know."

After an unbearable silence like the one that sails out of subspace into real space, Konstantin's shrill voice rang out, like the friction of gears.

"You'd better convince me why I don't duel you."

"I'm sorry, I don't know anything about it, and I don't care what awaits all of us at the end, the only thing I know is that I have to make sure that this group of people succeeds in reaching that set 'end' at all costs, and I can do whatever it takes to do so."

Astarte didn't seem to notice the other party's expression and reaction at all, and his tone was still understated, which made people feel like "love what's wrong".

The questioner opposite him held his breath for a long time, and finally swallowed it back.

"You know what? My ****** feel really bad right now-------- I didn't feel so bad last time I was swallowed by the Toutegen Demon. He pumped his fist back as if he were cramping. Don't you have anything to add to that? ”

"You ask, I answer."

"--------" The questioner picked up the big cap on the ground, patted the ashes and put it on his head again, his hands were trembling vigorously during the time------- of course it couldn't be afraid of anything, if you saw that this gentleman's eyebrows jumped slightly when facing a demon more than ten meters high, then you should immediately go to the mechanical priest to replace your electronic prosthetic eye------- so you should be able to deduce: this eighty percent is angry!

He took two deep breaths and carefully scanned the folds of his coat with trembling hands, and if there was any lighting here, you could see that he was trying to restore his pig's liver-colored face to its original color.

"You've come to this planet waiting for the traitors to come and carry out your plan against them?"

"Yes."

"What about us poor We're the Wehrmacht cannon fodder? Well? What is it to you that you are the fools who fought with the Titanium Alien in the dark, then got entangled with the green skins that popped out of the ground, and were slaughtered like pigs and dogs by the Chaos Renegades and the Tyranid Aliens? ”

"The tools you need to get there."

The questioner's fist almost rose again and smashed into the other person's face, but fortunately at the last moment, it brushed the other person's cheek and smashed it into a nearby tree trunk, shaking the thick trunk of the bowl like chaff.

Astarte didn't react to this, still staring at him so quietly, not even browning, in comparison, even the mechanical priest would have some emotional color in the electronic synthesized sound when he recited the prayer of the wiping machine.

This time, it took some time for the questioner to calm down again.

"In the name of the dust under the Golden Throne! Those Chaos traitors, ****** you shouldn't have brought them in?!! ”

"Of course not, how can you have such a conjecture?" This time Astarte raised a rare eyebrow.

"Can you tell me, what about Taryn? At least for now, all I can see is bugs, and none of the Chaos Renegades are left. ”

"Taryn was an accident, but if I'm not mistaken, their goals are the same as we should be. As for the Chaos Renegade...... They are not dead, and the most dangerous one is still alive, so we must be careful and use all the resources we have at our disposal to destroy him. ”

"And what the hell is your son of a bitch's bird plan?! It can make you feel comfortable with the civilians and resources of the entire planet, as well as our armies who have come to fight, as a great sacrifice??? ”

"About this." Astarte pondered for a moment, then lifted a finger to press it to his temple.

"How much do you know about the 'think tank curator' of our Astarte Order?"