"That's the way it is." Angron said to the holographic projection.

The blue, illusory-looking Conrad Coetzes nodded pensively, his mouth opened, and a rush sounded, and his own form blurred, as if it were the surface of the water being struck by a stone.

Angron frowned, and after a full two minutes of waiting, the hologram returned to normal.

"Signal interference is a bit severe." Konrad Coetzes said. "Let's go on, brother. You say the aliens aboard Harcosus II are working on how to transform humans? ”

"Yes." Angron said he began to recall the underground facilities that were so accessible and the people who were lying in the labs.

The men were restrained on the cold iron platform, their skin peeling off little by little, and large crusts of blood and heterogeneous protrusions raging on the skin that was still intact. The physiognomy of a human being is being melted.

The skull swelled, and eighteen eyes emerged above the forehead. The jaws parted, the skin and flesh became tentacles, and the teeth changed from horizontal to vertical. The entire transformation process was revealed in a naked, bloody manner to everyone who entered the facility.

Those who have just been reformed are still able to maintain their sanity, while those who have completely lost their human form have lost their consciousness. Even if they are cut by a blade, they are indifferent.

He pondered, was silent for a moment, and then realized to the whimper of the tormented that he should continue to tell Conrad Coetzes—he looked up at the hologram, but his brother spoke before him.

"Do they have this pattern on their jaws?" Coetz asked, raising his right hand.

A piece of paper then appears, with an uncomplicated pattern on it that looks like a dancing flame.

"Nope." Angelon said. "I've killed a lot, but I don't see it on any of them."

Koz nodded, looking thoughtful.

He sighed and said, "Now, there's a problem here, brother. What happened to you on the Harcosus II was not unique, and my Legion and I had the same thing on the Harcosus I. And herein lies the problem. ”

"What's the problem?"

"I won't be able to explain this to you for a while." Conrad Coetzes said, his expression looking serious.

At this moment, even through the cold vacuum, Angron felt the subtle changes in his brother's body—Konrad Coetzes looked much more relaxed, but also. A lot has changed.

"Then why do you bother to mention it?" The Nukerian folded his hands and asked in a deliberately reproachful tone.

Karn, who was standing beside him, was startled, as was the expression of the first company commander, Barron Benson. But long before they realized that Angelon was just joking, Conrad Coetzes laughed.

"Yes." He smiled and nodded at Angreng. "I've changed a little, but I still can't explain it to you right now."

Angron sighed, and now he really wanted to complain. He opened his mouth: "Then why do you-"

"—What about that?" Coetzes said with a wink. "I'm sorry, brother. But this time, you asked first. ”

“.”

Angron shook his head helplessly, "Did you learn to talk to Carlil like that?" ”

"Strictly speaking, he didn't teach me that. But since you mentioned him." Coetzes shrugged and gave way to his position.

Another figure emerged from the hologram and nodded calmly towards Angron in greeting.

The Nukerian breathed a sigh of relief, admitting that he felt a sense of relief at the sight of Karil Lohals—a feeling that was certainly anti-rational and logical.

But

Sometimes, reason and logic can only be counterproductive in the face of what they are facing.

"Good day, Angelun." Carlil said. "I know this is not the right time to say hello, but given that we are still some way away from Harcosus III. So, are you and your legion okay? ”

The Nukerian grinned, reached out and pulled his eighth company commander into the hologram's scanner, "We're fine, Carlil. By the way, I'll introduce you - oh, maybe I don't have to. ”

Carlil raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Karn." He bowed his head. "I'm glad to see you're safe."

"Uh, Instructor Carlil. No, I mean Master Carlil, I-" Karn stammered as he stumbled through the primordial restraints. "—I'm glad to see you're safe and sound."

He said he was happy, but he sounded like he wished he was dead.

Angron laughed and let go of his hand, letting Karn escape. Of course, he didn't care about such a trivial matter, and so did Carlil. Hologram smiled and shook his head, "Anyway, let's end the greetings here, Angelon." You've also received a call for help from the Ultramarines, right? ”

"Of course." Angron narrowed his eyes, and the smile disappeared in an instant.

At this moment, he looked as majestic as the top of a mountain in a storm, and a vague anger flowed across his face.

"It's from the Glory of Macurag, but the message was sent three hours ago. The Firm Resolve didn't have time to replenish the Star Whisperers, and the ship's communication efficiency was too low. ”

"Our Startalkers haven't heard from us either."

Carlil spread out his hands. "Once it's a coincidence, twice it's not, Angrã. Considering what happened to us on the Harcosus One, I would say that Robert is probably in great danger right now. ”

"Are you sure?" Angron asked, a deep wrinkle already appearing between his brows, and a vague anger gradually moving from the dark to the light.

If Robert Killiman has any three long and two short. Angron can swear to the departed war dogs that he will do Harcosus III in a much more brutal way than he did to Harcosus II.

He's not going to simply cleanse the planet, he's going to destroy the place completely.

"I'm sure." Carlil said calmly.

He doesn't need to be convincing with a tirade, but he doesn't need emotional foreshadowing to achieve his goals like a speaker, he just needs a look or a short sentence.

"And this danger is probably not something that Astarte or chainsaw swords and blasters can solve."

Angron was silent for a moment, deciding to pretend that he didn't hear what he was saying - the Nukerians deliberately retorted: "So, Storm Hawk and tank artillery?" ”

"No, either."

"Don't tell me you want to bombard with orbit, Carlil, Robert, and the Ultramarines are still on that planet."

Carlil stared at him and shook his head, "You know what I'm talking about, Angelon. ”

The Nukerian pursed his lips tightly, and when he spoke again, his voice was hoarse.

"It's not your fight, Karil Lohals. It's a war of three legions, and you can't leave us behind safe bunkers and lock us up in iron cages. This is not called protection, this is called deception. And my legions have long since bitten the enemy, and the war dogs have tasted the blood of that thing. We have no fear of those so-called monsters, and we will participate in this battle. ”

Angrand waved his right hand resolutely: "-We must participate." ”

"Calm down, Angrun."

Carlil shook his head calmly,

"I never said I'd keep you out of the fight. If I did, Conrad Coetze would be the first to come and push me out of the holographic scanner, and then you could only hear him yelling at me. ”

"Hey ——!"

"Yes, that's it, Conrad." Carlil smiled sideways. "But it has to be louder."

“.”

Angron took a deep breath to save himself from the embarrassing situation of the corners of his mouth twitching. He could tell that Carlil and his brother were livening up the atmosphere, but he didn't really want to liven it up right now.

"So, what do you mean?" The Nukerian asked solemnly. "No, maybe I should have asked a little more clearly - what price are you going to pay this time?"

Carlil lowered his head and sighed.

"Good question." He said. "But I don't know the answer, so I can't answer you. I can only tell you one thing, Angelon. ”

"What's the matter?"

"We're going to win." Carlil said, his expression calm, as natural as if he were stating a fact.

Updated.

(End of chapter)