Alcas Fall maintained an extreme silence, and it was clear that he had realized something. However, Corus Colax will not let this matter pass so simply.

He's endured long enough, and some things need to be resolved.

In other words, there is more than one thing to solve.

"Aren't you going to answer me, Alcas?" Corax asked in a non-hesitating tone. "Anyway, the celebration is still a long time away, and we have plenty of time to solve a lot of problems."

He turned around and walked towards his company commander with a very steady pace.

Alcas Farr is wrapped in his Terminator, and all systems are functioning normally, including the thermostatic system. It stands to reason that he shouldn't feel any degree of cold. However, he was trembling at the moment.

Even close to trembling.

In his perception, Colus Corax was roaring.

"I've read the Legion's past battle reports." The original body of the Nineteenth Legion stopped, stood in front of his guards, and spoke slowly.

"You've kept the paper very well, I've read it all. Their thickness tells me that you have achieved many honors long before my return. Each of you has a wider vision than I have, and I have no doubt that even a recruit who has been in the army for less than three years has seen more starry skies than I have. ”

He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the face of each Raven Guard like a torch.

And more people than I have ever killed. In that sense, I understand the protective desire you have for me, Arcas. I understand where it came from, but I don't like it. ”

"Actually, I am quite disgusted by the protective tendencies you have displayed. I can accept good intentions, but I can't accept the idea that you hide behind it. Are you speaking on my behalf to my brother because you think I can't answer his question? ”

"No, you're answering for me just because you think he's not apologizing, he's tempting. If I accept this apology without any reaction, it will change the relationship between the Midnight Blade and the Raven Guard, and the Eighth Legion will have the upper hand. ”

"Therefore, you must speak for me, and you must hint to him in a strong tone: 'The Raven Guard is not afraid of bloodshed, nor is it afraid of sacrifice', is that so, Alcas?"

Alcas Fall remained silent. Not because he didn't want to speak, but because he didn't know what he was supposed to say.

Coreus Corax had split almost every thought in his mind, word for word, every syllable slicing straight through his heart and brain like a scalpel.

They were exposed to the crowd, making his body tremble even more violently. It will eventually reach a tipping point, but not now.

"Where did you come from to this conclusion?" Koraks asked softly.

His voice was soft but piercing, as distinct as blood sliding between his teeth. No Raven dared to look him in the face at this moment.

"Commander Alcas probably didn't mean that, Koraks," Koz said at the right time. "Your words are too harsh for him."

"Perhaps." The Lord of the Ravens nodded slowly. "Maybe I'm really mistaken, after all, I'm still too young, I've only been in the stars for a year. Far inferior to my legions, they had been fighting for humanity for years before I returned. ”

He lowered his head and looked at Alcas. His gaze was sharper than a sword in this moment, colder than the abyss.

"Like the Battle of Hell Anvils." Colax said. "A small link in the great achievements of the Nineteenth Army."

The word he mentioned made Enric Barbatos on the side frown quickly. He lowered his head and shook his head slightly at the Lord of the Night, but his original form gave him a calm look, signaling not to panic.

"Once again, why are you always with them when you've worked with the Shadowmoon Wolves? I'll leave that at that, Alcas. I want to ask you, are all the descriptions in the war report true? ”

“.”

"Is it true, Alcas?"

"It's true, Primordial." Alcas looked up, and the face of the leader of the company of the Raven Guards was extremely pale. But he did not stop narrating, and in fact, what he said next can even be said to be very detailed, without concealing the slightest.

"The Balatrums were reluctant to surrender to the Empire, and their rulers were foolish and short-sighted to see the consequences of doing so. So we went with the sons of Horus. ”

"Hell Anvil is the name of a fortress that is so large that it includes even a tight underground fortification. In our discussion, Nerat Keeling proposed a plan to destroy the underground fortifications of the Hell Anvil by using orbital bombardment of strike cruisers to cause an explosion of geological structures. ”

"His plan succeeded, and part of the walls of the Anvil of Hell collapsed, forming a breach, and"

Corax took Alcas's words softly, and continued the narrative in a tone that was so sensible as to chill. There was not a hint of anger in his voice, just as there was not a hint of sarcasm in his previous words.

However, everyone knows the true emotions of the original.

No one is a real fool who can't hear what Coreus Corax is hiding.

"Then, you ordered the three large regiments of the Zorothia Apex to go to the breach to fight. You sent them to face the Balatrum drones and ignored their requests for assistance. Not only you, but also the Shadowmoon Wolf. ”

"You know very well what an unmanned fighter is, and you know that the soldiers of the Elite Corps can't fight and win against them, but you don't care."

"You waited until all three of the three regiments were sacrificed before entering the breach, by which time the number of unmanned fighters had decreased so much that they were no longer able to resist you. Wonderful tactics, Alcas. ”

Conrad Coetzes lifted his shoulders at his brother's compliment.

"But that's far from the point, you discovered the plasma reactor and its caretaker after entering the beneath of the Hell Anvil, and you blew it up for strategic purposes without communicating with the Zorosia Spearhead in advance. When the plasma reactor was detonated, the Anvil of Hell fell, and the Balatrum surrendered unconditionally. ”

"But at what cost, Alcas?"

"The Zorosiya Spiral Corps lost nearly 30,000 people, many of whom died in the chain explosion caused by the reactor. This battle has been recorded in detail by you, and the means of preservation are even more detailed. ”

"You really seem to see this as an honor, but I don't think so. It's not an honor, it's a shame. Didn't anyone in the entire legion raise an objection, didn't anyone think you shouldn't let the soldiers of the Zorosia Tip Legion go to their deaths? ”

Arcas clenched his fists in silence, letting the trembling of his fingers pause for a moment. After a few seconds, he plucked up his courage and spoke again. At this moment, his voice sounded as if someone had cut his trachea with a knife.

"Yes. However, there must be sacrifices in war, the original body. We don't run away from us, and those mortals shouldn't run away from them. The soldiers of the Zorosia Spear Regiment were also honored after the battle, and the names of the victims were not forgotten. ”

"So, do you think they sacrificed voluntarily?"

"But we won." Alcas Farr replied bitterly. "We've been honored, Primordial, presented by Lord Horus himself."

"So what?"

"How can you say that a method is wrong if it proves to work, and it has worked many times?"

Corax didn't answer, just curled the corners of his mouth and looked at his company commander with a smirk.

At this moment, he finally showed some kind of emotional reaction, but even Conrad Cotz looked away at this moment, not looking directly at the face of the Lord of the Crows.

The Lord of the Night bowed his head thoughtfully, and began to wonder why Alcas Farr had mentioned the name of Horus so many times.

"So that's why Colonel Thor of the Attila Expeditionary Force didn't want to cooperate with us, and that's what you were before I returned."

Corus Corax raised his head and sighed softly.

"What an arrogant statement, that mortals should not run away from sacrificing the superiority of their own beings and despising their lives in your words will overflow, Arcas. You've never made me sick for a moment. Never. ”

"But they're soldiers, primitives! They went to war to die and win! ”

Alcas Farr's tone finally changed, and it finally revealed that he had a second thing in common with his original form, in addition to his appearance.

There was a real anger swelling in the face as pale as alabaster as Corax. However, at the same time, his eyes never looked directly at his original form. Not once, even though Corax tried to make eye contact with him countless times.

Anger and cowardice coexist paradoxically at this moment.

"Yes, that's right. But on what basis do you decide whether they live or die? ”

The Lord of the Ravens asked in disappointment, "Are you Astarte and they are ordinary soldiers?" Well, if I banish you, so that you can never return to the Legion, or even more cruelly, let you die. What would you think? ”

Alcas froze—like every man who has made a mistake for years, and only then can he see where he is walking by chance.

He suddenly realized that the road he was walking was not a broad road, but a road that could not be turned back. There are a lot of bones under the road, and there is endless blood. Corus Corax's words revealed a possible future for him.

Alcas couldn't help but start putting himself into that situation, and then he came to a conclusion that he couldn't bear.

- He will not accept, at least willingly. In fact, he will be full of resentment. He would never accept the loss of the honor he and his brothers had built up, nor would he accept exile

In contrast, forced sacrifice has become an acceptable outcome. However, in Colacs's words, this option was the last option, a 'more cruel' choice.

This means that if Coreus Colax is really completely disappointed, he will definitely choose to exile them.

In a sense, this was more difficult for Alcas Farr to accept than death.

Trembling, he tried to speak, but Corax didn't give him the chance. The Lord of the Ravens had returned to his seat, and it seemed that he had no intention of continuing the polemical conversation.

As if scorched by a flame, a complex emotion rose in Alcas's heart that he didn't know how to describe himself. His eyes scanned wildly, and he caught the eyes of the Midnight Blades.

The look was like pity, but it was also like rejoicing. These two emotions combined to completely detonate Alcas's emotions - he couldn't help but take a step forward, he wanted to step forward and tell Colus Corax, he wanted to tell him everything about the original body.

Arcas wanted to tell him about the fact that the Nineteenth Legion had to cooperate with the Shadowmoon Wolves before he returned.

He wanted to tell him how long they had been waiting for him.

He wanted to show him how hard it was for a legion with no primordial body, little power, and no base to survive in the Empire.

The hand of friendship stretched out by the Shadow Moon Wolf had a purpose, and Horus Lupecar's kindness also had a deep hidden meaning, and Alcas could not see clearly, but the Nineteenth Legion had no choice.

He wanted to, but he didn't succeed. He only took one step, and a large hand with a cold aura was placed on his shoulder. The chill pierced through the armor, freezing his soul.

Immediately after, a voice sounded softly in his ears.

"Don't worry, after the celebration of Company Commander Alkas Farr is over, it will be the main event."

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