The deck trembled, and the Thunderhawk slowly entered the atmosphere. Carlil leaned against the porthole, tilting his head to stare down at the scene below.

He hadn't seen what Ulanor had seen before, but it was easy to see how much effort the laborers, servants, and mechanics in charge of the transformation had put in.

Mountains have been razed to the ground, hills or plains have been altered, and the ground is now covered with granite. They were transported from all over the galaxy, and the Wanderers made great efforts to do so.

Their efforts were not disappointed, and an entire land plate was now showing the pale white of granite behind the thin clouds, and there were huge craters that had been deliberately set aside, full of promethium, which were burning at the moment.

The pillar of fire rose from the sky, not enough to touch the Thunderhawk, but enough to turn the sky red. In the smoke and dust, millions of skinned green skulls were nailed along the road and turned into another landscape.

And at the end of the pale white granite road, there is a golden high platform, shining in the sun.

Carlil glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze to the other Titans.

He really couldn't stand it, it was too golden, his eyes were so sour that he almost wanted to cry.

The Titans were on the other side of the road, standing alongside the armored vehicles and the Imperial Army, looking majestic in the battle flags that had been erected.

Carlil looked at them carefully for a moment, and nodded involuntarily - good things, really good things, I thought it was good things after looking at them a few times.

Thunder Eagle drove on his own for a while, the Thunder Eagle formation of the Eighth Army was not the first to land, but it was not the last to land either.

There were still a few open spaces next to the tarmac that had not been moored with any airships, and Carlil looked at this scene, and easily pressed the switch of the hatch, and the hot air outside immediately rushed to his face.

The smell of promethium fills the air, but there is another smell that is silently announcing its coming.

A node in history? Carlil thought and glanced back.

The detachment of the first company stared back silently behind him, and the command of the first company, led by Van Cleef, was all replaced with the Terminator power armor of the Hades type, a luxurious scene, even for the current Eighth Legion.

He turned his head and stepped out of the cabin. Conrad Coetzes stepped off the other Thunderhawk, his face tense.

He was followed by two officials, a man and a woman, who were chattering: "My lord, the clothes you have chosen are too ordinary for such occasions!" ”

"I know, I know," Coetze said with a blank face. "But what's so bad about black? I just like black. ”

"But, sir!" The woman among the officials screamed, and she had several pieces of clothing that were too large for her to wear on her right arm. The lady was already tall, her legs had been modified to be at least two meters tall, but the clothes still almost submerged her.

"This is Ulanor!" She said hoarsely.

"So what?" The Lord of the Night sighed helplessly, his face filled with a sense of lovelessness left over from the loud bombardment.

"Isn't Ulano allowed to show up in black? I just like black, so don't say it's impossible for me to wear those court-style tights of your choice. ”

"But you're going to look good in it."

The man spoke, insisting on the woman's point of view. He held his head high, behaved very professionally, and was very proud: "Please believe me, sir. Isn't that enough proof that our tastes have been praised by Master Vogrim? ”

Coetze pursed his lips, raised his head and muttered, "That's why I don't want to wear the clothes you chose."

He was pestered by them for a while, but the original body was the original body after all, and after Coetzes made a face, the two officials reluctantly left.

One step at a time, with a strong longing in his eyes - it was strange that Carlil didn't know what they were longing for. But the thought of Conrad Coetzes walking with them for the sake of choosing clothes made Carlil's heart smile.

"Are you really going to wear black?" Carlil approached him and asked.

"What's wrong?" The Lord of the Night shrugged. "I'm too lazy to wear those dozen pounds of clothes like everyone else. Think about it, Carlil. ”

"What do you think?"

Conrad Coetzes gestured and spoke at length.

"A huge cloak with decorations that needs to be held up at the back. Gold, jade, silver, extra-long tassels that hang down from the shoulders to the ground, ritual weapons that have no other purpose than to look good and respond to you, and even the hairstyle needs to be redesigned."

"Sounds like it's okay." Carlil commented noncommittally. Coates cast an indescribable look at him, and soon realized what he was up to.

The Lord of the Night sneered, "Of course it's okay if you don't wear them, Instructor." ”

"Why does your tone sound so much like Fogham?"

"Where?"

"It's like everywhere" Carlil shook his head, and shadows crept up through the cracks in his skeletal armor, forming a skeletal face on his face. His eyes were gloomy and his bones were pale, not quite like he should have been at such a grand event.

More Thunderhawks belonging to the Eighth Legion descended from the sky, the company reorganized, and the ghosts from the dark world stood on the land of Ulanor in gloomy armor.

They remained silent and soon departed - the Astartes were also placed in a big parade, and they could not be absent.

All of a sudden, it was only Carlil and Conrad Coetzes left. They glanced at each other, both sensing some kind of intention on the other's part.

"Let's not go over there yet, right?" Coetzes asked meaningfully.

"Which side?" The skeleton asked quietly.

"You have to ask knowingly, don't you?"

"Yes." Carlil chuckled.

"Let's go find someone else first." The Lord of the Night ignored his laughter and made a decision on the spot. "Look for people who have just landed. I don't want to walk over now. ”

He turned around and walked to the other side with his head held high.

Carlil floated behind him like a ghost, his body barely moving, his cloak of shadows surging under his feet like a living thing, and his voice was just as soft: "Why? Are you going to gang up like a kid? ”

"Nope." The original said. "I just don't want to go over now."

"Why?"

"Do you have to ask?" Coetzes sighed deliberately. "Don't do that, Carlil. There are many reasons why I don't want to go over now, and one of them is because I want to catch up on the old days in advance. ”

"With whom?"

"You'll know." Coetzes promised in a cryptic tone that he was right, and that Carlil did quickly find out who the subject was.

He looked at the barbarian in front of him with a slight astonishment, who also glanced at him surrounded by wolves. There is only one eye, but the look is meaningful enough.

Then the genomorph wrapped in the fur of the beast grinned, strode over, and greeted his brother with a wild smile, his canine teeth glistening in the air.

"Conrad Coetze!" Without hesitation, the giant wolf from Fenris strode forward, giving the Lord of the Night a warm hug with the momentum of attacking someone. The latter was uncomfortable, but allowed him to do so.

It's just that complaining is indispensable.

"Do you have to come here every time you meet me?" Coates asked with a frown, feigning displeasure.

Riemann Ruth was not intimidated by this expression, and he laughed again. Blonde hair braided into warrior braids was fluttering in the wind, and his hair was so vigorous that it almost looked like sideburns rather than hair.

"Yes!" The Lord of the Wolves grinned and reached out and patted his brother on the shoulder. "You didn't really refuse! If you try to refuse, you'll run into the darkness like our crow! ”

"I don't think your nose can't smell in the dark"

"Smelling and seeing are two different things—" Ruth shrugged. "—By the way, Koraks hasn't arrived yet."

"I know he didn't arrive." Coetzes said. "If he arrives, I'll bring him to you."

"Oh, don't, I thank you for your kindness, but don't do it."

Ruth raised his hands exaggeratedly, his tone was funny, but his expression was serious. The wolf king clearly had his own ideas, and Carlil glanced over him and behind him.

Ruth's wolves were pacing slowly, instinctively responding to his gaze with some unease. Before he looked at the past, they were relaxed, but now they are not. Some of them even couldn't help but bend down and let out a low growl from their throats.

Ruth raised his right hand without looking back, and in an instant, all visions vanished.

The Wolf King looked up and glanced at Carlil, his expression still relaxed. Carlil nodded apologetically at him, but the latter smiled again and returned to the conversation.

"Listen, Conrad, I'll take care of what happens between me and him. I don't want anyone else to get involved, okay? Just like the contradiction between me and Leon, isn't it also handled by me very well now? ”

"Are you sure?" Coetzes narrowed his eyes. "You said it well, referring to that brawl between the two of you?"

"That's not called a fight, it's normal for brothers to fight." Riemann Ruth told him with the utmost seriousness. "Ordinary brothers will fight because of a little contradiction, let alone a group of megalomaniacs like us? He kept his hand, and so did I, otherwise"

"Otherwise what?"

"Nothing." Ruth grinned, finally looking at Carlil officially. "So- instructor, right?"

Carlil nodded.

"I have admired the daimyo for a long time." The Fenrisian restrained his smile and changed to a serious face for a moment. His voice was vibrant, but his expression was serious, as if he was confronting the legendary Kraken King of Fenris.

"You're as tall as rumored." Ruth said. "At least you're taller than me, but you're not strong enough."

"I don't need to be too strong" Carlil raised his hand and ripped the face of the skeleton. He could have allowed it to dissipate as a shadow, but he didn't. Sometimes, it's better to do it in a more normal way.

"Anyone needs to be strong!" Ruth's eyes widened. "How can you do it if you are not strong! Don't you think Conrad is a little too thin? He eats very little at every banquet! He should be like me! ”

"Don't get me involved." Coetzes said quietly.

Carlil smiled, and he could make out the metaphors hidden in Ruth's words. It was a gentle exhortation, well thought out, but Ruth made it seem like a simple joke.

"He's a little skinny. But that's everyone's choice. Carlil replied mildly. I'm not going to interfere with his choices, what do you think, Lord Ruth? ”

"Don't call me sir." Ruth waved his hand repeatedly. "I know what you do, you call me that, my brothers may have to call me uncle in the future—are you right, Magnus? Come here! How about calling Uncle Ruth? ”

He shouted at the group of people passing by, and the red-skinned giant at the head frowned unbearably.

The update is complete.,It's a change today.,Organize the outline of the new volume.,Ready to start the code word explosion, otherwise Christmas may not be in time.。

(End of chapter)