"There are about two hundred to three hundred dark angels in the camp, and we have three of them here."

"Hmmm......"

"Slight disadvantage."

"It's not a big problem, though."

——————

Life is sometimes like eating hazelnut chocolate with a mouthful of rotten teeth.

Sweetness can be ensured.

Pain, is predictable.

But that day the hazelnut is stuck in your tooth hole, your fingers can't reach in, your tongue can't suck it out, but the possibility that you still want to lick it there from time to time is also real.

And it's not low.

Hector didn't know what hazelnut chocolate was, after all, pure cocoa butter had completely disappeared since the time of the Age of Strife.

Although in private, this somewhat serious second army star actually likes to taste sweets, but it is limited to some ordinary kinds, and he never lets anyone know about this, after all, he personally feels that this is not a hobby to boast about, a little naïve and naïve.

But this did not prevent him from feeling the constant sorrow and anxiety of eating an extremely bitter hard candy at this time, which was the sting brought about by the collision of a realistic cruelty and the beauty of dreams, although for Astarte, this mental pain was almost insignificant, but it would still be boring, and there would still be the possibility of messing things up.

After all, the Angels of Death loyal to the Emperor are by no means perfect species, and they can hardly even be called perfect warriors, although they have experienced extremely strict moral brainwashing and thinking reinforcement in theory, but this does not prevent the development of some Astarte's temperaments such as irritability, recklessness, arrogance or insidiousness, and this obscure thinking will even overshadow their thinking in milliseconds, allowing some dirty tragedies to emerge.

Hector knew this, he knew it early on, when he first became a Fang, Lord Chiron and the other mentors had almost ear-to-ear for him to remember this, and he had also visited the Legion's mental chamber to confide in the ancient warriors and learn how to better control his impulses.

The oldest warriors didn't care what kind of ideals Hector had, or how big his ambitions were, after all, they had seen even stranger fangs, and these respectable figures cared only about one thing: whether he could suppress the weakness of his heart in the midst of the flames of war and become a reliable commander.

Hecht passed the test, and three months later, he became the fastest promoted recruit in the Legion, and in his eleventh year of official joining the Legion, he became the youngest Squad Leader in the Legion's history.

——————

Becoming an Astarte is never the end, only death is, and when some greater destiny and cause comes, death does not mean the end of obligation.

The Second Army has always thought so.

——————

"Are you sure, Salieri?"

Hector suppressed a new boredom in his heart, which was not difficult for him.

The three soldiers of the Second Legion were now on a barren dirt slope from which the dusty camp of the Dark Angels could barely be seen, but it was a little too far away even for Astarte's superhuman vision.

However, before the plan was made, Hector did not dare to get closer: this was the least respect for the keen perception of the Dark Angel, and he did not want to face the cross-examination of the First Legion without any plan.

Even though the camp in front of him was manned by equally young Caliban, who had just followed their Genetic Father into the Void, and were not adept at mastering their own powers, rather than the awe-inspiring Terra veterans.

But then again, if it was really the Dark Angel Company that was stationed in this world, which was mainly Terra veterans, Lord Chiron wouldn't allow them to mess around like that.

Yes...... Monkey business.

Hector closed his eyes, he wanted to sigh, and after becoming a leader, he found that he always wanted to sigh, because the light of reason shrouded his heart, constantly shining on the sad reality around him.

At this time, Hecht could clearly hear the confrontation between reason and emotion in the depths of his heart: any Astarte reason would tell him how faint the possibility of a genetic prototype lurking here, not to mention that these noblest demigods had no reason to lurk in a small camp at all, and from the perspective of personnel alone, this camp was nothing more than a group of conscripted mortals, two or three hundred dark angels, and possibly some auxiliaries of other legions, tall and burly with genetic prototypes, He must be more conspicuous here than he stands out from the crowd, and there is no possibility of lurking at all.

Unless he turns into a stone.

But even so, even though he, Salieri, and even Ajax knew how ridiculous it was, they still came, full of complaints, suspicions, speculations, and the slightest sense of luck.

After all, there are all things in the world, who can say for sure.

What's more, it's their genetic prototype......

There was a magic to the word, and the mere thought of it was enough to make Hector take some excessive risks: even though his reason screamed at him, screaming that it was irrational for him to behave like this.

But......

That's a genotype.

The mere appearance of the word easily destroys the walls of reason.

Hector now understood something that he had previously thought of as anecdotal or absurd: why the Iron Warriors were able to accept the Eleven Smash, why the Truth-Bearers went from faithbreakers to devout ones in an almost instant, why the ghouls ...... will become the Angel of the Holy Blood today.

There are some things that are really fascinating.

"It's too far away for me to be entirely sure, Hector, but I do perceive it."

Salieri's voice remembered that he was staying with Ajax, and the two of them were watching him together.

Hector groaned.

"Is it possible for the Dark Angel to let us in?"

"If you're visiting for an important reason, the other legions are fine, but the first legion is ......"

"They're like a bunch of watchdogs."

"It is possible to put, but it is also possible that it will not, and it is more likely that we will even be denied approach."

"It's impossible to break in, and for those of us who are unknown, these Calibans won't spare their hands."

"Caliban...... Hecht, don't you know Zaharel? ”

"It can only be said that I am acquainted, I have been together for a while on the [Eternal Crusade] of the Fist of the Empire before, but I am not familiar with his character."

"So...... What to do? ”

The question made Hector rub the corners of his eyebrows.

Damn, why is it a dark angel.

This new star of the Second Legion, who is far taller than the average Astarte, and can even be called the big guy in Astarte, after thinking about it for a while, the first thought that popped into his mind was strange.

Or......

Sneak in?

——————

Hector deliberately made a detour.

After making sure that Salieri and Ajax were singing and harmonizing enough to distract some of the Dark Angels, he did not act immediately, but patiently bypassed most of the camp and made his way to the area where construction was still going on, where the summoned mortals were working listlessly, operating huge sand trucks and mixing machines, and from time to time a thick fog of dust and sand obscured his vision and senses.

There were very few guards here, only a few Dark Angels stayed at the edge of the construction site, chatting a few words from time to time, they were not very enthusiastic about the job, after all, theoretically this camp was for the use of mortals who stayed here after that, and the Dark Angels only supervised them to build this place a little bit like words.

Hecht's eyes wandered, his mind was working, and he soon spotted the pile of sand piled up on the other side of the construction site, thinking and calculation were racing in his mind, and if he controlled the rhythm and time of those mortal constructions, he might be able to ......

He didn't hesitate.

Once again, when the staggered mortals drove those vehicles and dumped another pile of sand and dust on the planning area of the construction site, they continued to raise layers of sand and dust, soaring into the sky, and in the desert wind, these dust were like a flickering high wall, swaggering wantonly under the cold sun, blurring everyone's vision.

No one even noticed, a glittering silver glow seemed to flicker.

It's done.

Hector leaned against the sand, the massive solids were enough to obscure the view on the other side, and the next thing he had to do was ......

"Click."

It was as if something was holding up the armor on his back.

Then he heard the grinding sound in the sand, the sound of a bomb being loaded, and a cold laugh.

"What made you choose such an impertinent way of visiting, friend?"

——————

No, no.

It doesn't work.

Hector shook his head and threw the idea out of his head.

He pressed his index finger to his chin and began to think again, and one plan after another began to emerge in the ocean of thoughts like a marquee, but they were picked up and dropped to the ground one by one like a marquee.

The First Legion......

In the end, Hector could only sigh.

He never likes to be in a situation where things are not in his own hands, and he is keen to lay out detailed plans and think about countermeasures at every possible level.

In the Second Legion, this may have been a special case, but Hector did make it habitual, dependent, and even proud of it.

But this time, or rather, for now, he really can only put the fate of the matter in the hands of the First Legion, even if it is related to his genetic protoplasm, even if it is just a few cubs from the Caliban on the other side.

——————

Damn it.

——————

"Second Legion, 144th Expeditionary Fleet, Captain of the 23rd Elite Squad, Sergeant Hecht."

The guards of the Dark Angel looked at the self-introduced Astarte with some suspicion, his gaze brushing over the oversized dark green greatsword, and the trace of fear in his eyes did not escape Hecter's gaze.

Eventually, Johnson's son and his fighting brother looked at each other, keeping their guns down.

"You should stay on the ship, Second Legion."

Hector didn't reply, in fact, he stepped back a little, and let Salieri and Ajax surround them, the former speaking and the latter just standing sullenly above the dark angel's cordon, unarmed, just keeping his head down and staring at them.

"We have an important business to find His Excellency Zahariel."

Salieri patted the document in his hand, and the Dark Angel shook his head immediately.

"You can ...... through communication"

"Confidential matters, need to be interviewed."

"No outsiders are allowed here."

The Dark Angel shook his head almost stubbornly.

Salieri frowned, he took a step forward, and Ajax, who was silent on the side, also took the opportunity to move forward, and his shadow even fell on the Dark Angel.

The two guards were a little nervous, their eyes drifting over Ajax's body, and then snatched away by something further back: Hector was standing there, he was so tall, his green greatsword glinting in the sunlight from time to time.

Just then, Salieri's voice floated in.

"Why don't you let us in, do you have some secrets?"

"There are no secrets in the First Legion!"

Almost instinctively, the guard roared.

"Then why don't you let it access?"

"To avoid a threat to you......"

Salieri smiled strangely, and Ajax, who was at least a head taller than the Dark Angel, just had a gloomy face, staring at him deadly, and then ......

They all retreated.

Before he could finish speaking, Hector suddenly stepped forward, his body rampaging in sight, his greatsword shining in the sunlight, all of which made the Dark Angel pull the trigger.

Hector raised his blade and stood on the ground.

The blast gun was removed and thrust into Salieri's hand.

Then, he took the papers, bent down, and smiled at the somewhat stunned Caliban.

"I'll enter alone, and you can check my armament and send someone to supervise it."

Seeing what the guards wanted to say, Hecht's smile added a hint of disdain.

"Of course, if you're scared, you can send a team, I won't mind."

——————

"Company Commander Zaharel is right in front, I'll be keeping an eye on you here."

The Dark Angel's face and tone weren't too good, but Hector didn't care.

The emperor is above, and he actually succeeded.

If it weren't for the fact that these Caliban recruits were still completely immature, if it weren't for the fact that they would still be stimulated by the simplest desire to capture and agitate generals, or rather, if there was a veteran soldier who stayed there, he would not have been able to enter.

Hector touched the file, Salieri's psionic mark was still intact, and was quietly transferred to the palm of his hand, this mark allowed him to briefly feel the breath of the [original body], and then, he understood why Salieri was so excited.

Hector moved forward almost involuntarily, barely controlling himself in the direction indicated by the Dark Angel, rather than the direction indicated by the beacon in his hand.

Just as he was thinking about what to do, Hector suddenly noticed that the two goals were aligned, and the beacon pointed to Zahariel's left and right.

A wave of ecstasy struck, and he quickened his pace.

Finally, after turning the battlements, he saw a scene in a clearing that he will never forget.

It was a gray theater: the dim sky was caressed by daylight, and in the dust, Zaharel and a mortal woman were standing on a boulder, as if they were talking something.

The beacon was blaring, telling him that the target had appeared.

What did Hector see in its direction?

——————

Zahariel, a dark angel who is like a fake.

A mortal woman with silver hair and blue eyes, slender and delicate.

And...... The stones under their feet.

——————

Hector blinked, the beacon in his hand still vibrating wildly, indicating that the target was right in front of him.

He looked again.

——————

Zaharel, a dark angel.

A silver-haired lady.

A huge piece of ...... Stone.

——————

Hecht is about forty years old.

He was selected by the Second Army at the age of ten, and after fourteen years, he completed all the surgeries and procedures, and officially became an Angel of Death, and in the next three years, he completed the first mission, made the first mentor, chose the first Seiko weapon, and after another ten years, experienced the first war from beginning to end, received the first Victory Medal and honorary title, was discussed and praised by the officers for the first time, lost his comrades for the first time, was selected and evaluated for the first time, and was promoted for the first time......

And all this, all the ups and downs, all the ups and downs, all the joys and sorrows, all the gains and losses, all the everything, all the first and first rounds, all the killing and bloodshed, everything he has experienced, joyed, regretted, and admired in this merciless universe over the past few decades......

Not even one in a billion.

——————

"Throw away the impossible, and the absurd will be a reality."

——————

He thought about it again.

——————

As if sensing something, Morgan slowly turned around.

What she saw, what she discovered, what she realized, what she seemed to marvel at.

Then, she laughed.

——————

"What's going on, Hecht? Why can't my psionic sense sense that message suddenly be perceived! ”

Salieri was running, chasing, trying to keep up with his captain.

Hector hadn't stopped since he walked out of the dark angel's camp, grabbing his great sword and heading straight for the desert.

He's been gone for a long time...... For a long time...... For a long time......

It's like squandering your physical strength with a vengeance.

"Hecht! What the hell is going on! Tell us! ”

Salieri was screaming, and this time, Hector finally stopped.

He looked up, looked at the sun, looked at it for a long time, and then suddenly sighed, very heavy, very heavy.

"Salieri ......"

"What's wrong?"

"You say ......"

"How likely is it that the Emperor created us with a single stone?"

As he spoke, before Salieri could be stunned or answered, Hector smiled bitterly.