"Hello, first time we met, what would I call you?" Russell's eyebrows were gentle, and he bowed his head to the illusory black figure in front of him.

Gray Wind was startled by the sudden appearance of the black-robed figure, and the sleeping pod in his hand was turned upside down.

This man was thin and rickety, a little shorter than the average mortal soldier, and no one could see what was under the black robe, the only thing that caught the eye was the Star Marine's power armor-style helmet with wing-like decoration on the corners of its eyebrows and a golden lion's head inlaid on its forehead.

Is this also a Space Marine? Why only wear a helmet and not armor piercing?

Gray Wind was puzzled, but saw Russell smile and said, "This helmet is a sacred relic of the Dark Angel Warband, and it is said that it was once used by the original body of the 1st Legion, 'Ryan El Johnson'...... That is, the lion king has worn it, so it is generally called the 'lion helmet'.

Despite wearing a lion's helmet, this guy is not a Space Marine. ”

A helmet is so proven, the lion king's holy relic...... Why is my scan just a normal helmet?

Grey Wind didn't say what he was talking about, and asked, "Since it's not Brother Astarte, what is it?" ”

Russell restrained his smile, his calm gaze fell on the black robe in front of him, and said lightly: "As far as I know, this 'lion helmet' will be worn by the Dark Angel's Grand Mentor 'Azrael' in the future. But now in the 40th millennium, Azrael has not yet been born. Therefore, the current lion helmet is kept by a special being. ”

"That being is called—the Dark Watcher."

As soon as his words fell, the black-robed mysterious man wearing a lion's helmet was shaken, and it was obvious that Russell's prediction of the future had greatly shaken it.

Russell looked at the Dark Warden in front of him with interest, and slowly took off his lion helmet in shock, and the deep darkness under the black robe was difficult for him to break.

The Dark Watcher, a mysterious creature from Caliban.

Silent and intelligent, they are able to communicate with each other through their unique telepathy, while possessing subspace resistance similar to that of the untouchable. After the fall of Caliban, the remnants of the Dark Watch have taken refuge in the boulders, continuing to help the Dark Angels in their own unique ways.

It is said that the dark angels who accompany the Dark Warden are destined to become great men.

And now that most of the Dark Angels have left the fortress to fight fires on planets like Pluto and B-211, they are the only ones left in the Monastery who are qualified to talk to Russell.

"Do you see the future......?" A muffled voice came from the Dark Watcher's antique robes.

Its voice is thin and deep, like a baby sobbing in the deep forest at night, and light as a feather, tugging at people's heartstrings. It's hard to imagine what kind of human being would have such a voice.

Seeing the Dark Warden's reaction, Russell realized that the prophecy of his future Dark Angel Grand Mentor, the lion's helmet wearer, "Azrael", had successfully bluffed the other party.

"I see the future." Russell said, "I saw Cadia crumble in the flames of war, the eyes of fear losing their containment, the great rift tearing the galaxy in half, and countless creatures groaning in pain...... The lion in the depths of the boulder has been slow to awaken. ”

His words were very level, and he didn't say a single superfluous word until the point.

Sure enough, the Dark Watcher's diminutive body trembled slightly.

The Dark Watcher held the lion's helmet and said, "Are you here to wake up the lion?" No...... It's too early, it's too early......"

"I know." Russell smiled slightly: "I'm not here to find Ryan, I'm here just to take away one thing." ”

"No!" The Dark Watcher subconsciously retorted loudly, and the cry of the sobbing baby in the deep forest was completely loud.

After a few moments, the Dark Warden realized his gaffe and said slowly, "You can't take that thing, you can't, you can't..."

"I'm not here to discuss with you, just to give you an announcement."

Russell smiled and said, "And even if I don't make a move, that treasure will be stolen by the allies of the Chaos Warlord, won't it?"

Rather than wait a thousand years for it to be taken away by the power of the subspace that vainly tried to ascend to the gods, it is better to give it to me now. ”

The Dark Watcher hesitated, it deeply understood the power and terror of the person in front of him, and knew that if Russell insisted on robbing it, he would not be able to resist.

But when it comes to "that thing", one of the three artifacts, it has to hesitate.

"I can't resist your strength, I can't shake your will, but I won't hand over 'Tuchucha' to you, it doesn't belong to you." The Dark Watcher's body no longer trembled.

"If it weren't me standing before you, but some Chaos Power, you would have perished the moment you rejected me." Russell was smiling nicely.

He stretched out his hand, gently stroked the lion's helmet held in the arms of the Dark Warden, and said, "The unity of the three artifacts is the general trend of history, which cannot be stopped or reversed, as the 'jailer' of the Ouroboros, you should know more about these than I do." ”

"As insiders, you can't stop the unity of the three artifacts, but I'm different, I'm a 'foreigner', I can change the established fate, I can cut the torrent of history. Handing over Tuchucha to me means that this artifact will be absent forever. The three artifacts will forever lose the possibility of unity. ”

"Make your decision, Warden, this is your last chance to hand over Tuchucha with dignity."

The implication is that if he refuses again this time, he will rob it.

The Dark Watchers were silent, and Russell didn't rush to urge because he knew that the Dark Watchers had telepathic abilities among themselves. When it comes to Tuchucha's ownership, it certainly needs to be consulted with the other watchers, and it can't be decided alone.

After a long silence, the short body of the Dark Warden slowly bowed: "As you wish, stranger, Tuchucha is yours." ”

Russell nodded in satisfaction: "I'm glad to have your trust, I won't let you down." ”

The Dark Warden didn't speak again, it floated silently into the depths of the hallway, clutching the lion's helmet, making no sound, not even footsteps.

"Grey Wind, you stay here, the Dark Angel on Pluto has received the news that the boulder has been stolen. They will soon be back, dealing with them with Milak. Russell said, following the Dark Watch deeper into the boulder.

"Got it, marshal." Grey Wind puffed out his cheeks and laid the dormant pod flat on the ground, sitting at the tail of the hibernation pod, silently waiting for the arrival of the Dark Angel who had returned to the defense.

Russell didn't say a word about the conversation between him and the Dark Watcher, and it was hard to even understand, the marshal was an old riddler.

"When I go back, I must ask the marshal to tell me what Tuchucha is, as well as the three artifacts, the lion, and the great rift...... How much else is he hiding from me? ”

Grey Wind sat on the hibernation pod and swayed his calves back and forth, depressed.

(End of chapter)