In Van Cleve's eyes, the hue of the world had changed to a gloomy forest blue, as if someone had wrapped a thin layer of silk in front of his eyes.

Everything became ominous and gloomy in such colors, but Van Cleef did not notice anything wrong.

His mind was almost frozen, and apart from some instincts that had been deliberately retained, there was only one simple thought, a goal that had been buried in his flesh and bones.

Talasha Yutun.

He silently recited the name. I never knew each other, I had never met, but I already had a deep hatred and murderous intent.

The commander of the company walked crisply and neatly, he entered the deck from the corridor, and from the deck into the transport, which was about to land in the Makulag orbit, his face under the helmet numb and indifferent, but no one noticed that it was wrong, not even Siani.

"Are you nervous, company commander?" As always, he asked in his usual cheerful tone within the communication channel.

"Silence, Siani." As always, his company commander replied in a serious tone.

"It's not time for silence yet, company commander."

"Now is the time for silence, Siani."

"Well, whatever you want." Siani, from Terra, laughed in the communication channel, and then remained as quiet as he commanded.

The deck of the transport plane began to tremble, which meant that it was about to take off. And the docking personnel from Makulag have actually boarded their ship and are carrying out the inventory.

The ninety tons of precious Adamantite had been discussed many times by the First Company of the Eighth Legion, who believed that it would be used to coat the ship's keel, or to create more Divine Terminator Power Armor for the Ultramarines' victorious forces

Adamantite is always precious, so every bit of it has to be used on the edge of the blade.

They quickly set up their formation as discussed together for fifty-nine dinners, and Carlil Lohals, their instructor, and the commander of the first company stood at the forefront, forming the sharpness of the arrow.

Unlike the five hundred First Rank Warriors who wore power armor, Karil Lohals wore a stern and austere black uniform, made from the clothes machine on the Nightfall, and the fabric used was actually not good.

However, he has always been uncaring.

"Van Cleef." Carlil greeted calmly, looking ahead without squinting.

The transport aircraft is much larger than the Storm Hawk, and it can even be said that it is surprisingly large. The warriors behind him were silent, and the power armor hummed. It should have been quiet, but the roar of the engines and the tremor of the deck made everything noisy.

However, his voice reached Van Cleef's ears unmistakably.

And then — the instinct that had been deliberately preserved began to work again.

"Lord Carlil."

"How are you doing lately?"

"Of course, why do you ask?"

"Just wanted to check on your condition." Carlil turned his head and calmly stared at Van Cleve's eyepiece. "You've been unusually quiet lately, hasn't you?"

"I'm sorry, sir."

"Why apologize? You have done nothing wrong, this is not a time of war, and everyone has the right to be alone. ”

"Yes, sir."

"No, Van Cleef."

Carlil sighed softly and shook his head.

"I mean, alone." He turned his head and said. "True solitude."

A ripple rippled in the numb heart, but Van Cleef didn't know anything about it.

He still pronounced Talasha Yudon's name, but everything else was sealed.

Only one of his one-sided instincts was seized by that deliberately preserved instinct, and then, this one-sidedness, he answered the question quietly as usual, with his respect for Carlil.

"Do you mean the feeling of looking inside yourself?" A company commander asked. "I've only been lucky enough to experience it in a few meditations."

"It's dangerous to look inside yourself, Van Cleaf. It allows a person to see themselves clearly, but it also allows something to take advantage of it. The beauty of being alone is thinking, but sometimes thinking isn't always a good thing. ”

"I don't understand what you mean, my lord."

"Of course Van Cleef doesn't understand."

Carlil lowered his head, observing the tremors of the flight deck beneath his feet, and didn't speak again.

His calm brought with it a terrible silence and a ripple of unease among the four hundred and ninety-nine soldiers of the Eighth Legion behind them.

After a long time, Siani spoke softly. He didn't use the communication channel, and he didn't let the breathing grille change his voice.

At this moment, the transport ship happened to break through the clouds and began to land vertically. The sight of the makulag flashed outside the porthole.

Forests - mountains - clear springs.

And then there are the cities.

Huge city, surrounded by mountains and rivers, with birds flying across the blue sky. The mountains in the distance are covered with heavy snow, and the white expanse is very interesting. Beyond these, there are mountains and waterfalls.

And at their feet, there is just the right apron that combines the classical and the modern. Flags fluttered in the wind at the tops of the thirteen milky white stone pillars, and the originally dark crowd began to become clear as the landing progressed.

The Ultramarines' characteristic blue-and-white colors began to emerge, along with their emblem, a huge emblem resembling the letter U.

"Instructor?" Siani called softly. "Is there anything wrong with the company commander?"

'There's no problem with him, Siani, it's me who has a problem. I'm still stuck in my old identity and haven't fully adapted to get this to this point. I was an unqualified instructor, but things are still turning around. ”

Carlil shook his head calmly.

"Get ready." He whispered. "We're going to land, we still have a chance."

"What chance, instructor?" Siani asked.

"Save." Carlil said.

Beside him, Van Cleef stood quietly, shaped like a corpse.

——

"I still want to say that it's not appropriate for you to drag me here, my lord."

"Please, ma'am, can you please call me Lord for this day?"

"Your Excellency."

"Ms. Judton."

"Yes, my lord, I'm here."

“.”

Robert Killiman sighed and shook his head, his second-in-command, Marius Gage, the head of the First Battle Regiment of the Ultramarines, saw the scene, and immediately let himself look ahead.

"Today is a big day, ma'am."

"Of course I know that today is a big day, my lord. I'm hard pressed to find a day like today's in my memory, when you got your legions assembled, and even called back your First War Commander—Lord Marius, may your paperwork for the day be complete. ”

Gage coughed and didn't speak.

Of course he didn't finish it, who can finish the mountain of government reports in one morning?

"So, if today doesn't matter, then when does it matter, sir?"

"Marius, will you ask my housekeeper to stop sarcastically talking about me?"

Marius Gage heard his original body, Robert Killiman, ask in a helpless tone.

"Lord Marius, please tell my master, Lord Robert Killman, that I am very unhappy with his behavior of pulling me here, but not so dissatisfied as to dare to mock him."

“.”

Gage decided to remain silent, he didn't want to be part of this conversation.

The person who had been talking to Robert Killiman was a middle-aged woman, who was tall compared to ordinary people, but still looked short in front of the Ultramarines and their original bodies.

She was thin, her short hair had turned gray, and her face had been dyed by the years to see her former beauty. It's just that this face is a little unhappy at the moment.

"Ma'am—"

Robert Killiman, the original body of the Ultramarines, the giant with short blond hair and a crown of green leaves, sighed helplessly again. "—this meeting is different from what you think, it's something special."

"So, can you explain that to me?" Talasha Judton, Robert Killman's housekeeper and adoptive mother, looked up and asked.

"I can't now!"

Robert Killiman finally couldn't take it anymore, and the emotion and a little anxiety from the three-hour persuasion made him wave his arms in annoyance - partly because he was talking to Talasha Yuton, of course.

He wouldn't be so in front of anyone else.

"I was going to go with the ship to the other side of the Extreme Star Domain to explore, but I rushed back, ma'am, their visit was really sudden, and the leader was the one I didn't expect at all."

"Who?"

"Carlil Lohals."

"It sounds like a mouthful name, but what kind of person is he?"

I don't know."

Robert Killiman lowered his voice, and his handsome face had a little doubt on his face that he didn't even realize it had. This emotion was seen through by his butler at a glance. "My brothers all have their own descriptions of him, and they all vary."

"It's a lot of fun." Kiliman's housekeeper frowned. "That means he's either a two-faced villain or a "

"What is it?"

"It's the same person as you."

Mrs. Judton's answer startled Robert Killyman, and he couldn't help but smile.

He lowered his head and said in an affectionate tone, "No, no, my lady, you are mistaken. He's not the same as me. Ah, here they are, it's the ship, come with me, ma'am. ”

Is it really different?

Talasha Youton, who was over half a hundred years old, raised her head and walked as she gazed at her child, a star she had raised with her own hands.

She smiled and shook her head.

Ever since he was twelve years old, they had all looked up to him. Today, every coin issued by Macullag has his head and his adoptive father's head on it, and every decision made by Macullag passes through his chin.

Her child has grown so much that she has become a giant tree, but she still doesn't realize what she looks like in the eyes of people.

You look different in everyone's eyes, Robert. She thought silently. I have the impression that only God can do this.

And the man on the transport ship that fell from the sky . Who is the man named Karil Lohals?

(End of chapter)