Fu Qinghai followed Camille to the medical deck.

Sitting on the edge of the operating table, the Night Bat Warrior looked like his original form, naked, with black hair and a shawl, and a corpse-like pale flesh covered with nerve connections and scars from ritual kills.

He raised his pure black eyes and looked at Fu Qinghai:

"I have to say, the medical technology at your disposal is amazing...... If it can be used in torture and punishment, it can greatly prolong the suffering of the enemy, which is perfect. ”

Is this the Midnight Lord's unique way of thinking?

Fu Qinghai ignored this proposal and asked:

"What do you want to say to me?"

Karamanda gestured to a black mechanism in the tray next to the operating table, a small, half-can-sized rectangle with cloudy mucus and blood streaks sticking to it, looking wet.

Camille next to him explained:

"This is what I took out of his abdomen and has been soaking in it for a long time."

Karamanda said lightly:

"I cut my stomach open and put it in with my own hands, otherwise I won't be able to hide from their search, this is a recording device, you can turn it on and play it."

Fu Qinghai frowned, the object wrapped in the sticky and slippery ascites fluid looked very disgusting, but he still stretched out his finger and pressed the button on it.

A voice rang out.

"This is Mu Shen, the daughter of Calidus. I found Koz, the commander of the Midnight Lords' Legion, and I ......"

The recording is abruptly interrupted by a loud static noise.

Then play it on a loop.

"This is Mu Shen, the daughter of Calidus. I found Koz, the commander of the Midnight Lords' Legion, and I ......"

A large mass of static noise rang out again.

"This is Mu Shen, the ...... of Calidus"

"Tick."

Fu Qing Customs dropped it.

The device was a woman's voice, and this recording seemed to be burned from other external equipment, which was very unclear, always accompanied by the sound of "bang" of electricity.

Fu Qinghai's brows furrowed more and more, he thought about it carefully in his mind a few times, and couldn't help but say in surprise:

"The Calidus assassin who assassinated Conrad Coetzes?"

Karamanda nodded slightly:

"Exactly."

I see.

Fu Qinghai was stunned.

How did the Midnight Lord's genetic protogenone, Conrad Coetzes, die?

After he was spared by St. Giles, he first wandered alone in the universe, and then was accidentally recovered by the Eighth Legion, in the palace of Chaguarsa, where the bones of the wicked were patchworked, Coz cried and confessed to a statue of the emperor's flesh and blood all day long, until a transformed assassin of Calidus came to his palace, but Coz had been waiting for a long time, and after a brief conversation, he put his neck directly on the assassin's blade, and died recklessly.

True, Coetze was undoubtedly killed of his own volition.

Midnight Ghost Conrad Coetze's personal combat power is very strong, he tortured and killed Vulcan Vokan, the lord of the fire dragon, fought a guerrilla war with the Lion King on the Indomitable Truth for a full sixteen weeks, and wreaked havoc in Macurag, adding to Robert Killman's blockage, the Lion King and the Black Angel couldn't do anything about him for a while, plus the Ultramarines and Space Wolves caught this guy.

How could this kind of ruthless person who can be ranked in the combat power of the genetic prototype be killed by a mere Calidus assassin, the Calidus assassin can watch the 40K version of the Demon Girl of the Battle Hammer, infiltrating is their unique skill, but there is a high probability that they can't beat the Space Marines head-on.

Coates and St. Giles are the only two people in the original body who have a strong ability to predict by nature, in fact, Coates has long predicted his own death, and the way of death is to die at the hands of the Imperial Assassins, but unlike St. Giles, Coetze's dark personality has always believed that prophecy cannot be changed, which is the source of his tragic life, and it is also the way he chose to end himself.

But the Midnight Lord did not accept it, although Koz had repeatedly warned his heirs: do not prevent yourself from dying, and do not take revenge on the Empire. However, the Eighth Legion still swept through many of the Kalidus Assassin Temples in the Empire, and the Eighth Legion, which had already split into several warbands, regrouped in order to avenge the original body.

"So, you're trying me to stop them? Stop them from attacking the Assassin Temple at Calidus? ”

Fu Qinghai asked Karamanda.

"It's late."

Karamanda shook her head:

"It's too late, and by the time you hear this recording, it proves that the Midnight Lord has breached several of the Assassin temples in Calidus...... But there was one man who had more than a desire to kill, he had been consumed by a bloodthirsty thirst, and he wanted to destroy this branch of the Assassin Court once and for all. ”

"Who?"

"The Faceless Prince, Nacred Thor, a key member of the Crossbones...... My old boss. ”

Karamanda licked her lips and said:

"Part of my disability is due to him."

Crossbone pie?

Fu Qinghai didn't know much about the factional struggles within the Midnight Lords, and the factional division of most of the legions was nothing more than the estrangement between Terrans and non-Terras, and this "Crossbone Faction" sounded similar to some kind of warrior association, but this was not Fu Qinghai's concern.

He asked:

"You said this Faceless Prince was your former boss, so what rank is he?"

Karamanda was a little curious as to why Fu Qinghai asked this question, but she replied anyway:

"Member of the Nightbat Council, Legion Archon."

Sure enough, the company commander's boss was the corps consul.

Legion Consul is an informal and inconsistent rank used by the Space Marine Legion during the Great Expedition to recognize those Space Marines whose command skills, personal strength, and talent and knowledge are second only to the original Ones.

Coth Wayne, Qin Xia, Adoron, Sigismund, Abaddon, Sevita, and others were all known as "Legion Archons", but within the Legion they each had their own titles.

Fu Qinghai nodded with satisfaction:

"Archon of the Legion, yes."

He was short of a few opponents who were worth hunting with enough weight, so he sent one to his door.

Karamanda was a little puzzled, but added:

"The Smiling Lord Sherion has accepted the call of the Faceless Prince Nacred, and is preparing to travel to the Uriah system, and they have been waiting for a long time to ambush you with the greenskin pirates."

So it seems that it should be a "distress message" sent by the Midnight Lord's navigator? So where did the Spirit Clan warship come from, was it just passing by?

There seemed to be no answer to this question, and Fu Qinghai asked instead:

"You just tell me his whereabouts, why do you hide that recording device in your abdomen?"

Karamanda said calmly:

"I am a man of a traitor legion, and without this evidence, who will believe what I say."

He went on to say:

"I haven't touched this new division created by the Sealers, and I have little interest in saving the Assassin Temple in Calidus, I just want Nacred Thor's life."

Fu Qinghai nodded and emphasized:

"His head must be mine."

……

Calisis Star Zone, Quatis Garden World.

A shuttle staggered through the clouds, jolted and glided, and finally fell to the ground, slowly halting its forward momentum in a ploughed tunnel with the sound of metal crushing stones, dirt and vegetation.

"Whew-"

The hatch opened.

A Space Marine staggered out of it with a messy step, glanced blankly around, and then "poofed...... Fifty-Six fell to his knees, his knees sinking into the soft dirt of the garden world, his fists slamming into the ground, his neck squirming, and he vomited vigorously.

In one of the Sea Serpent Warrior's hands, he held a clear glass jar with some kind of cobalt-blue gelatinous substance in it, constantly churning, changing shapes, trying to break out of the cap.

"Wait...... Wait a while. ”

Number 56 said weakly:

"If you're infected, we'll both be finished."

"Gross-"

After finishing speaking, he began to vomit again.

Fifty-six was wearing a brand new MK8 helmet, but it was quickly filled with filth, at which point the filter should have opened automatically, keeping the airway open, and then sucking all the filth clean, but now the filter valve was clogged, and he felt like his mouth and nose were stuffed, and his eyes were blurred with mucus and acid.

He gasped and reached for the sealing device around his neck, scratching weakly, but he couldn't open it, his proud superhuman strength had been corroded by the psionic virus, and even his hand armor was like a heavy pair of shackles until ......

"Click."

A large hand gripped his helmet and took it off with a slight twist to unlock the seal.

"Ho...... Burst! ”

No. 56, who was finally able to "see the light of day again", immediately squirted out the vomit that covered his mouth and nose, faced the earth, half knelt and half lay down, and breathed heavily.

After a long time, he slowly raised his head and looked at the comer.

It was an equally tall figure, with broad and burly shoulders, draped in a dark red shabby robe, and it was impossible to guess without lifting the number fifty-six, and there must have been power armor underneath.

The visitor was not wearing a helmet, the sun was right behind his head, and the blinding light obscured his face, and Fifty-Six couldn't help but blink his narrowed eyes, only to see the dense black prayers imprinted on the other party's bald head.

"It's you...... The Speaker. ”

Fifty-Six gasped.

"You came for me."

The other party said.

"Yes......"

Fifty-six nodded, clubbed his hands on the ground, mustered up the last of his strength to try to stand up, and said:

"Your hiding place isn't perfect, it's full of flaws in the eyes of an alpha, and my mortal agents have long ago captured bits and pieces of information about you—the news of the existence of a Whisperer in the Kalysis sector."

With great effort, Fifty-Six finally stood up, his cheeks tugging at his cheeks in pain, feeling the acid still churning in his stomach pouch, and looked at the Space Marine in front of him.

It was a serious, bitter, square face, with a big nose and thick lips, tightly pursed, and a smooth scalp engraved in rows and rows of tiny Colchian script, like the rest of the speakers.

The only thing that is strange is that his burqa and exposed half of the shoulder armor are not the coats of arms and reliefs of the Legion of Bearers, "The Book Unfurls the Flame in the Middle Flame", but an intricate symbol composed of an abstract lion head, a sword, and a book.

"So, what are you looking for me?"

The other party's eyes were fixed on the alpha warrior who was slightly taller than him, and he asked in a deep voice.

"I'll ...... Please ...... Purify me. ”

Fifty-six still had brown stains on his face, and his mouth was staccato and severe.

The Whisperer Warrior shook his head slightly:

"You don't feel like you're asking for someone's tone, let alone ...... Why do you think I can purify you? ”

Fifty-six tilted his body and head and said:

"If, if you let me die here...... No, I'm not going to die, but I'm going to get sores, pus, rot, and finally pollute this garden world, this planet, into a stinking paradise of bacteria and viruses...... Of course, if you like mushrooms, I didn't say. ”

Fifty-six was silent at the end.

The Whisperer warrior frowned tightly.

Fifty-six took a breath and continued:

"As for why I know you can purify me...... Because I knew the symbol on your shoulder, I recognized it when my mortal agent sent me the picture. ”

"Paladin, right?"

Fifty-six grinned.

The Warrior of the Whisperer looked stunned, sighed and admitted:

"You're also a reincarnation for a long time, I say."

Fifty-six smiled hard and said:

"I'll tell you the truth, man, you don't need to hide like this, I know that there is a place where you can be accepted, and the identity of the traitor army is not a matter in his eyes, provided that he sees you and recognizes your ability."

With that, Number 56 opened his arms:

"Come on, I can't wait, let me see the power of the Light and Naru, and use your full strength as an interview before you join the Brotherhood."

The Whisperer Warrior was speechless, thinking, "I haven't agreed to join the Rausch Brotherhood you mentioned."

Still, the mouth says:

"There is no power of holy light in the Warhammer 40K universe, whether this part I assimilated can heal you, I don't know in my heart, I will tell you in advance."

He took out a stubby scepter from his bosom and said:

"But don't worry, even if it can't be cured, for the sake of the same reincarnation, I will grant you liberation."

……

Fu Qinghai led the Brotherhood of Divine Machines, equipped with a full set of pulse blasters and fat launchers, and set out on the journey again.

Phaeton's own armed forces were not enough to defend itself, and garrisoning this place was also one of the tasks, Fu Qinghai finally left behind fifty space marines and a strike cruiser as the power to defend the world.

The Ruler-class cruiser captured from the Midnight Lords Warband was in the Phaeton Foundry World to clean its filthy decks and pipes, purify its electronic systems and fallen souls, and change its livery by the way.

The three-ship fleet traveled lightly and set off immediately.

The first stop is the world of the nest of Schwerin.

Fu Qinghai led the Space Marines, accompanied by Koshvito and others, to the Lower Nest area.

Outside the entrance of the closed passage, he also saw the mutant girl with seven eyes, the mutation on her face had been eliminated by surgical treatment, and an ordinary and ordinary face stood there smiling sweetly at Fu Qinghai.

Fu Qinghai nodded as a greeting.

Then he said to Koshvito:

"Turn it on."

Then he said to the Space Marines behind him:

"Ready."

"Click-click", the soldiers loaded their guns one after another, maintaining a loose and vigilant formation, and surrounded the entrance to the passage blocked by construction debris and boulders and steel.

With the assistance of construction machinery, the obstacle to the closed entrance was drilled and broken little by little, the sand and gravel were flying, the steel bars were broken, and the sparks were splashing, Fu Qinghai stood firmly in place, quietly looking at the entrance of the passage that was about to open in front of him, and the Space Marines behind him were also calm and composed, and the hand armor holding the gun did not move at all.

Only the soldiers of the Imperial Guard, who had experienced the battle with the Nurgle walking corpse and cultists, looked a little nervous, and kept rubbing the grip of the laser gun to wipe the fine sweat from their palms.

"Boom-"

With a loud bang, the last of the obstructed chalk slabs were overturned by the combined efforts of the servants and servants, revealing the scene behind the pitch-black passage.

Fu Qinghai's eyes narrowed, and at the moment when the stone slab overturned, he seemed to see a trace of green reflection in the smoke and dust.

"Thermal imaging starts, no thermal reaction."

"Bird scan, no signs of life."

His Space Marines report on the communication channel.

The smoke and dust slowly cleared.

Standing in front of everyone's eyes are rows of sculptures like terracotta warriors and horses, their faces have been unrecognizable, like gray-black stones, vaguely recognizable before birth, the whole body is full of cracks and cracks, and the cracks and cracks are full of dense clusters of green crystals growing and blooming.

It's Radiant Polar Ore!

The radiant corpse virus has succeeded!

Fu Qinghai secretly clenched his fists.

I've heard that the Nurgle virus can bring the dead back to life, but you want the ore to bring me back to life?

Fu Qinghai thought so in his heart, but he did not lose his vigilance, but ordered his subordinates to maintain formation, cautiously enter the interior of the passage, and carefully search the entire bottom nest area.

A large number of cultist "sculptures" gathered behind the passage, the guns in their hands were still usable, and the clothes on their bodies were still intact, but they could not break through the closed entrance due to the lack of heavy construction machinery, and could only turn into desperate stone sculptures one after another under the slow erosion and infection of the radiant corpse virus.

The Space Marines cautiously walked through the sculptures, gas masks followed by the Guardsmen, spewing flamethrowers at the statues' bodies, the air twisting and rising, the smell of promethium filling the tunnels, and eventually, the statues' clothes were burned and their guns blackened.

The green polar crystals are more exposed.

The entire passage is glittering like a crystal mine.

Under the leadership of the mutant guide, everyone carefully searched all the areas that the bottom nest could set foot in, confirmed that there was no more fish that slipped through the net, and then broke the sculpture, collected the scattered polar crystals, packed them and returned to the upper nest.

Warning Society, this short-lived cult organization, like many cults that appeared and disappeared in the nest world, disappeared into the cold and dark nest without any record.

But a large pile of polar minerals was left behind.

…………