Chapter 308 28. Three years

31, Nostramo, Low Earth Orbit, Nightfall.

"We're going to find the Speaker." Angler Tay said.

His expression was determined, the golden mark of some kind of trauma shining in the center of his forehead, a narrow scar that looked like a sharp sword. Only a few people knew that it was just a drop of blood that shattered it.

"What are you going to do, are you going to die?" Conrad Coetzes asked.

He held a sword in one hand, which was a bit too short for him personally. Obviously, this wasn't a weapon for the Primordial, but it was now being held in the Night Lord's hand, twirling gracefully with his fingers and wrists.

"No, my lord, we're going to look for evidence." Angel Tay withdrew his gaze from staring at the sword and gestured with his right hand. Very resolute and persuasive.

Three years later, he had become so familiar with the gesture that Angler Tay used to comfort his remaining brothers whenever they doubted something. And now, he used this gesture on himself.

There was no way, in front of the cold-eyed Conrad Coetzes, he had to use a few tricks to gain enough confidence to say the next words. Otherwise, he may doubt himself before he speaks.

"And then?" Coetze looked at him and put his sword down.

To be precise, he threw it on his desk. Metal clashed with each other, and a few papers piled up in the corner of the desk were scattered slightly, and the servant standing next to him mechanically stretched out his left hand and put them back in their original positions.

"Then we will return to Terra with the evidence, and we will show the galaxy the corruption, depravity, and rebellion of the Bearers. The most important thing is that we will find the murderer, and we will skin him in the name of Aurelian. ”

"Good plan, so clever." Coates nodded, applauding in appreciation. "But how are you going to do it, Anglel Tay?"

Ingrell Tai puffed out his chest and pretended he didn't hear the sarcasm in his words: "We'll find a solution, my lord." ”

Coates looked at him with a blank face, not laughing at the performance.

"You are a dead man now, and the Bearer has declared that you have been lost in the subspace. If you take a ship to find them, I'm afraid that there will be no chance to get close, and they will be turned into space garbage by a salvo. ”

Angel Tai lowered his head, and after a moment raised it again, "We'll find a solution, my lord." ”

Coates smiled, and he stepped forward to Angel Tai and reached out to grab the back of his head. He smiled and spoke in an affectionate tone.

"Let me make it clear for you, Anglel Tty. Even if you miraculously get on their ship and get the evidence you need, you won't be able to come back alive. Do you understand? ”

Angel Tai nodded stiffly.

"Very well, so let's move on to the second thing - what about after we get the evidence? You, a missing wyalist, headed to Terra with your brother and a whole ship's incriminating evidence? ”

"I hope you don't forget that there are ambassadors from the various legions stationed on Terra. If you do show up in Terra with such fanfare, then the ambassador will be there. Moreover, he has a good and valid reason. ”

Coates chuckled and raised his left hand, his fingers spread out, making an explosive gesture, and his voice became sharp.

"Boom! Angel Tai, the seventh assault company that has been missing for three years, has returned from subspace with his team! Ah, I'm the ambassador to Terra as the Bearer! And then what do you think he will do? ”

Angler Tai opened his mouth to say something, but Koz was one step ahead of him, and the original body raised his hand and closed his chin. The movements can be called gentle, but the eyes are extremely cold.

"'We'll find a solution,' you'd better not say it, I don't want to hear it anymore."

"But we don't have the face to wait any longer, my lord." Angler Tai said implicitly pleading. "We've been in Nostramo incognito for three years"

"So, why not stay for another three years?"

Koz let go of him and waved his right hand lazily: "Eight hundred and twenty-four people's armor, weapons and supplies, Nostramo can still afford it." What do you think of me here? Well? Angel Tai? Do you think I can't afford to pay for it? ”

"I have no intention of doing so, my lord." Angel Tai said with a wry smile. "Anyone can see how rich Nostramo is today."

"Rich." Coetzes laughed dumbly.

He folded his hands and walked over to his desk. The servant moved his head faithfully, waiting for his next possible order. Its wait was not in vain, and the Lord of the Night picked up the papers and handed them to the servants with both hands.

"Please hand it over to the instructor's office." He said. "It's an expedited dispatch, sorry for you, A-103."

The servant, known as A-103, nodded stiffly, and after a salute, left the Night Lord's office with the papers in hand. Anglel Tay watched with him as it departed, and the moment the door slid on, Conrad Coetze's voice rang out again.

"Alright, alright," he sighed and shook his head, looking helpless. "I understand your anxieties, and I understand your reluctance to trouble us any more, but I want you to understand one thing."

"Speak, please." Angler Tai puffed out his chest again.

Maintaining an unhurried, relaxed tone, Conrad Coetzes slowly began to speak.

"Inside the Nightblade, there are two unwritten rules. For normal war missions, if the intensity does not reach a certain level, the mission briefing after the event will not indicate the danger level. ”

"Melee jumpers in Void Warfare, we'll carefully assess the risk and the probability of death before we do it. After all these years, Nightblade's gang jumping mortality rate has always been kept below five percent. You were a company commander in an assault company, and you should know what that number means. ”

Angel Tay nodded silently - how could he not know? This number is nothing short of a miracle.

"So you can probably see some kind of tradition in those two things. Yes, the Eighth Legion is a clan that conducts risk assessments before the mission begins, and we are such a bunch of weirdos. ”

Conrad Coetzes chuckled, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Ingres Tay silently thought, what a striking resemblance – he and Karil Lohals, they both like to hide their true emotions with laughter in moments like this.

"And you have proposed this task to me. Do you know, with my eyes, what your danger level and death probability are? ”

"I hope you keep quiet on this matter, courage is still important to me." Ingres Tai replied without squinting. "I can't be a coward right now."

"But I can't just watch you die." The Lord of the Night looked at him solemnly. "That's why I'm telling you another thing, do you remember Ulanor?"

My lord, the great event worth remembering in the year I was asleep was the Nikaia Conference. I was present at the Ulano Triumph Ceremony. ”

"I know, just to be sure." Kozpi nodded at him with a smile. "It's been three years, and the commander has perfectly assumed the responsibilities that come with this position, and our brothers are willingly sent by him."

"He recently issued a new order, he wants the Ultramarines and the Bearers to join forces, assemble in Coos, and attack an orc empire called Galasque to solve this threat once and for all."

"Sounds like no problem?" Angel Tai said with a frown. "Joining forces against orcs is a fairly classic strategy, and these brutes deserve any extreme tactics."

"No, there is a problem. In fact, the biggest problem is that there is no problem. Conrad Coetzes clasped his hands and shook his head with a sneer.

"Cowes is in the southeast of the Extreme Star Field, very close to the world community of Nostramo. My brother Robert's mastery of the five hundred worlds of Otlama is astonishing, and he can receive news at the slightest moment. ”

"Thanks to him, I have also used his systems in my little place. So I can tell you, Ingrel Tai, there are no orcs near Cowes at all. ”

The corners of Angle's eyes twitched, and instead of answering immediately, he took several deep breaths. Astarte's three lungs began to work at full strength, and the Lord of the Night looked at him, finally showing some pity at this moment.

"Yes, that's what you think." He said softly. "Something went terribly wrong."

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Carlil tapped his temple thoughtfully, looked down at a briefing on the table in front of him, and only looked up a few minutes before he looked up to speak to his Legion Commander.

"The Battle of Davin?" He chooses to start the conversation with a question sentence. "The military report that came back to Terra said that Horus was wounded in this battle, and that it was very rare that he had been poisoned by some kind of poison that could cause the original body to fall."

"Then he was restored to health under the treatment of the local indigenous people." The Lord of the Night smiled, and tapped the word 'healed' on the document with his right index finger. "What a coincidence."

"And now he has chosen to have the Ultramarines join forces with the Bearers against an orc empire that doesn't exist." Carlil frowned, finally showing a hint of concern.

"Let's assume that Horus is okay." Coates clasped his hands together and gave another guess. "But is it something our wolf god would do to let the Whisperers and Ultramarines who have already made a mortal feud cooperate again?"

Carlil silently looked up and put away the briefing. He went to the porthole and observed the Nostramo from a vantage point he knew and liked best.

"Don't look, you've been here to see what's the point, every time you let you go down and take a look, you don't want to." Conrad Coetze sighed, ended his complaining, and got down to business.

"My idea is to send four Dalian to support Robert Killman. Angel Tai can also take his brothers with him to take the opportunity to collect the evidence he wants. ”

"You've tacitly accepted that something is wrong with Horus?" Carlil asked without looking back.

"You know, father, I'm a pessimist."

"Okay." Carlil said. "Well, I need to take a trip to Terra. In addition."

"What else?"

"I'd like to go and visit Nostramo first." Carlil turned back and spoke in Nostramo, a most peaceful smile on his face. "Can I get this honor with you?"

The Lord of the Night rolled his eyes and grumbled into the darkness, "Why didn't you say it earlier?" You annoying old man, I still have work to do."

Yes, yards.

(End of chapter)