Lothara Sareen heard a deep gasp, not like a human being, but like a beast, and a wounded beast. The sound came from the deepest depths of darkness, accompanied by the extremely obvious smell of blood.

Before coming here, Lothara thought she could face it calmly, but now, she realizes that she can't.

But it didn't matter, these things alone weren't enough to stop her from going. She was the captain of the Steadfast Resolve, and with great responsibility on her shoulders, nothing or anyone could stop her from doing her duty.

She had been its captain since she was thirty years old, and now she was forty-five, but she was still full of fighting spirit. Lothara had a very simple thought in her mind - sooner or later, she would have to prove that even death could stop her.

But is it possible? Is it really possible for a mortal to overcome the law of death by his own will? Perhaps, for the time being, come back to reality. Karn, the commander of the 8th Company of War Hounds, walked ahead of her, led her way, and issued the nineteenth warning of the day.

He spoke in such a natural tone that at first she thought he was going to say something else. As a result, he was still the same, and the warnings were endless.

Karn had always known how to disappoint others outside of the battlefield, Lottala thought.

"I told you, Captain, he doesn't want to see anyone now. Take my word to heart, and remember it clearly. Karn said. lest thou shalt complain against me later. ”

"He's our primordial, Karn. So whether he wants to or not, there are some things that only he can decide. Also, I hardly blame you. ”

"Ours." Karn looked down at her. "But not you, Captain, you have to be careful with your words. Otherwise, I will collude with others to replace your command throne with a wooden one. ”

Lottala gave him a not-so-friendly smile, made even more terrifying by the shattered face of two horrible scars.

"You'd better not joke with me at this time, Karn." The female captain said. "Otherwise, I'll collude with the others to stuff the book of the Eighth Legion narrator under your pillow and throw you into the confinement cell."

"Understood, Captain. But I don't use a pillow. Karn said, and obediently shut.

Lothara was not joking when she said she was going to throw him in the confinement room, the female captain had the power and the guts to do so. Discipline is one thing that is extremely emphasized within the War Dogs, and replacing the captain's throne with wood is undoubtedly a violation of discipline.

They began to continue their march in the darkness.

After about twenty minutes, Lothara finally saw the person who was struggling in the darkness in detail, her eyes seeing every detail clearly.

Blood, scars, broken arms. And the twitching blood-stained face, the blood vessels bulged, beating on his face like an acquired brand, and his eyes were bloodshot, extremely terrifying.

On the way here, Lothara could hear the Primordial gasping in pain, and now, she saw the mutilation of a demigod with her own eyes

Lotara herself couldn't say which of the two things was more tormenting her sanity.

Karn turned his head expressionlessly and pointed in that direction to her.

"I can see it." Lottara said, her eyes still fixed on the giant in the darkness.

"yes, I know." Karn said, grabbing the belt around his waist to find a place for his hand.

Now, they stood side by side, and they faced Angeland. One of the genetic primitives, the Lord of the Twelfth Legion, the Lord of the Red Sands, the Son of the Mountain of Nukeria, and the gladiator

The Bloodstained Man.

Lothara cleared her throat, her voice coming far through the darkness, and it was very distinct: "My lord—"

"—what did you bring her here for?" The Primordial interrupted her, asking Karn in a thunderous voice.

The Eighth Company Commander sighed and shook his head at the female captain with an expression that he had known this for a long time, before answering Angrand's question.

"I can't help it, Primitive. No one can defy Lady Lothara aboard the Firm Resolve. ”

"My lord." Lothara spoke again. "Your brother has sent a communication from Master Corus Koraks, who wishes to speak with you."

The man in the dark did not answer immediately, and the man in the dark looked at her for at least half a minute before squeezing a muffled voice out of his throat.

"Me uh. I don't want to see him just yet. ”

Is that a cry of pain? Emperor.

Lothara calmed down and forced herself to keep her eyes on Angelon's face so that she wouldn't have to keep noticing the latter's mutilated arm.

Just looking at it, Lothara had the urge to order the ship to be turned around and bombed back to the Vengeful Spirit, but she resisted it. But she swore in her heart that one day she would blow everyone on the ship into dust.

Not a single one is left.

Suppressing this thought for a moment, she began to continue to persuade Angeland: "My lord, I don't usually tell you a thing many times, but your brother seems to be really."

"What?" Angron reluctantly asked the question.

"Grief." Lothara said, mentally adding the words exhaustion and pain to it.

Before her eyes came the pale giant, Corus Corax. One of the two deadliest killers in the galaxy was surprisingly quiet, tired, and fragile-giving in the light curtain of the holographic projector.

Lothara knew it was a delusion, that one Primordial must be much stronger than she thought, maybe even stronger than a thousand of her combined. However, the Lord of the Crows at that moment did show some kind of pain.

Extremely profound, extremely obvious.

She couldn't forget, just as she couldn't let go of Angrand's missing right arm.

The gladiator was silent for a moment, his breathing always heavy. In addition to this, Lothara could hear a faint distorted sound. She knew what was going on, but she didn't want to bother for a while.

In fact, there was no way she could handle it.

I see." Angelon said. "Arrange a meeting for me, I'll come to the bridge later." By the way, ask Vogrim to see if he wants to come."

The Son of the Mountain let out a breath of bloody air, and Lottara saw blood dripping from his lips and teeth, as she heard Karn's armor crunch against the belt.

"Is he okay?" The son of the mountain asked, swallowing a mouthful of blood.

There was palpable concern in his voice. Even if the pain had shattered his voice, it couldn't hide the strong emotion.

"Lord Fogham's situation is a little complicated, my lord." Lothara replied with a slight hesitation. "I don't know how to describe it to you, but, according to the company commander Acudona, what Lord Fogham needs most at the moment is recuperation."

Angron nodded: "He's fine, I'll go see him after the meeting, I'm sorry we couldn't get back the pride of the emperor." ”

He slowly closed his eyes, and the azure blue covered in blood scarlet vanished.

The Butcher's Spike, long unable to continue to inflict damage on his brain, made a strange, muffled grinding sound on the original skull, unable to continue to destroy his mind, emotions, and memory, but to continue to cause him pain.

Lottala did not understand why Angelon insisted on keeping this terrible torture device, and she asked many people about it, but they also had no answers. The only thing she could do was respect, as she had kept herself silent at the moment.

Karn was the same, he watched his original form suffer, and without saying a word, he didn't have to say anything, he knew what had happened to Angrand.

They all know it.

They've heard those things.

Corus Colax is a very calm and sensible narrator. He didn't use any adjectives at all, he just laid it out and made everything clear. Because of this, the scenes he paints are even more cruel.

Karn couldn't imagine how his original body had managed to force himself to be sane and conscious, and Angron hadn't even vented when he woke up

He only gave a few simple orders after understanding the situation, such as reversing course and leaving, and placing the Shadowmoon Wolf and the last Son of Horus, and then had a warehouse on the lower deck empty and lock himself in.

"My lord? Are you okay? I have a few more reports to report to you. Lothara spoke again.

At the moment, she hated disturbing herself, but she couldn't ignore her duty - she had come here to have something to do, not just to visit.

Everyone on the Steadfast Resolve was busy, and she wouldn't have dragged Karn out of their respective positions if she didn't have to.

"It's not good, but it won't make a difference to the meeting I'm going to attend." Angron replied with his eyes closed. "As for the war report. Put it down, Lotara, I'll see. ”

"Yes, my lord."

They departed, and it was only fifteen minutes after they had been gone that Angron came back to his contemplation.

He lowered his head, blood gushing from his nose, wetting the frame of the tablet that lay on the floor. The original reaches out his left hand, only to notice that his index and middle fingers are twitching. He took a deep breath and shook his neck violently.

The Butcher's Nail began to punish him violently for this resistance, but he let out a sigh of relief, and the trembling of his fingers became calm. The son of the mountain picked up the datapad and began to flip through the report.

What he didn't need for two minutes now took him a full ten minutes, quite long and painful, and every second of his thoughts was accompanied by complex branches due to pain, but it didn't matter.

He slowly rose from the ground, stretching his body and moving his muscles and bones, and the blood scab fell from the wound that had healed. He glanced down at his empty right arm, and a phantom pain came from the nerve endings.

With the recovery power of the original body, it is not difficult to achieve the rebirth of a severed limb, but his right hand is not simply injured. It is no longer recoverable.

Angron closed his eyes again, the faces flashing before his eyes, the names passing through his ears along with their respective voices. From the mountains, from the forests, from the desert, from Nukeria.

They protected him. Once, twice, for the last time.

"I don't hate you, Horus." He whispered sadly. "But I'm going to kill you, brother."

Typing the female captain's name with her full name would be blocked from the starting point, so I changed Ra to Ra.

(End of chapter)