How did the messenger of the Bullet Star know about this top secret that few people among the Blood Servants knew?

It can't be the bullet star who told him, it would be too bullshitty to say that. The outside world speculates that the identity of the Bullet Star is "an ancient eternal who has survived from the dark age of science and technology to the present", but the Immortal Bird School belongs to the most mysterious and unpredictable group of blood warriors even among the already mysterious and unpredictable blood people, and even the human emperor may not know much about this group of extreme guys - isn't the emperor an eternal? His old man is almost as old as the human race itself.

Russell thought to himself, let me tell you directly, I went to the black library and read the official.

Wait, the Black Library seems to be the name of an Ark World ship......

That's even more inexplicable.

So Russell chose not to say anything, continued to bow his head and stick to Ebonin, and asked:

"What is the name of the 'god' who protects you 'Phoenix'?"

“…… Reverence for God, reverence for the name of God......"

Unlike the previous two questions, this time Ebonin did not answer Russell's question immediately, her lips pursed and murmured, and suddenly, her body struggled violently.

"How is that possible! After being paralyzed by the neurotoxin specially concocted by his mother for the spirit race, he can still move! ”

Revagalen's eyes were quick, and she immediately clamped Albonin's waist tightly with her legs, and locked her two arms with both hands, preventing Ebonin from committing suicide with the blade of her elbow.

Ebbonin, who was locked by Revagalen's upper body and couldn't break free, kicked and kicked his two slender and toned thighs desperately, and the curtain covering his face was completely wet with sweat and stuck to his face, revealing the outline of his facial features.

On her face, a notched black ring spun rapidly.

"Her soul is being torn apart by some immense and powerful force!" He 'seems to be pulling her into subspace!' ”

Russell instantly understood the current situation, and his question just now obviously touched a certain forbidden territory!

Now to open the void to fight for that being Eponin will only make her soul completely shattered, and taking advantage of the last moment of this soul being snatched away, Russell seized the time to ask the last question:

"Why did you ask Benhardt to match the messenger of the Bulletin?"

"Because... For...... Bullet star, owes... Honoring the gods... A debt ......"

The staccato voice quickly dissipated, and Epbonin's body went limp, becoming a hollow shell.

Her soul was taken away by the 'gods'.

On the quiet stargazing platform, a stunned Benhardt looked at Russell dumbfounded.

What is God? Grim Reaper Enard? What did Eppenin mean by what he just said, and what did it mean that the Bullet Star owed a debt to their gods?

Banhardt felt that he knew nothing about the galaxy.

Holding the sniper spirit bone gun, Ravatien silently changed the paralyzing toxin in the sting needle into a cellular lytic toxin, and asked, "Master, do you want to kill your mouth?" ”

She felt as if Banhardt had heard something she shouldn't have heard, and she didn't mind using killing to keep her master's secret.

"It's not like it's going to be extinguished." Russell lightly let Banhardt's life go before the Golden Throne.

He stood up from the corpse of Ebonin with a calm demeanor, and with a soft smile as warm as jade on his face: "Your Excellency the Governor still owes me a sum of money that has not been paid, but since your fundraising channel has been cut off by me, you can pay for this money by other means." ”

"How?" Benhardt asked stiffly.

"Do me a favor, like."

"Help?"

"Help." Russell smiled and groaned: "To be precise, I ask you to go with me to Comoros, during which you need to obey all my orders unconditionally - when you return, you will write off the money you owe me." ”

At the moment, he could not continue to obtain psionic dust through Banhart's channels, and he planned to go directly to Comoros to get it.

Ban Hart thought for a moment, but did not immediately agree: "Please give me a day to think about it." ”

"Klentarina's rotation period is 2.1 Terra days, two days to be exact, right?" Russell said, touching his chin.

“…… I will give a reply as soon as possible. From this sentence, Banhardt sensed Russell's tough attitude.

Revagalen followed Russell with the corpse of Epbonin in his arms, and the three of them left the observatory and walked downstairs together.

Russell's original plan was to take a walk around the perimeter of the Eye of Fear to investigate the trail of the spirits' activities, trying to find out what Slaanesh's angry roar meant. But this was only the first time to arrive in the Krenna sector, and the first contact with Banhardt's 'friend' asked for such important information, which went so smoothly, incredibly smoothly.

The investigation process was too smooth, so Russell felt that he was a blind cat and ran into a dead mouse, and whether he was blind or not is it another matter, but is it really a coincidence that he picked up this dead mouse? Just luck? Still is...... I've unknowingly stepped into the schemes and arrangements of some being?

In the past, Russell would not hesitate to snort at the subspace, 'This must be Tzeentch's conspiracy!' But now that Tzeentch has been deflated twice in a row on himself, will the Lord of All Transformations really be so hard as to continue to calculate the Bullet Star?

Or is there something else involved?

For example, the 'deity' who sheltered the Immortal Bird School......

Russell pondered these questions as he descended the spiral staircase. Suddenly, Benhardt, who was walking in the front, stopped, and he almost crashed into it.

Looking up, Russell saw a slightly trembling shoulder on one side.

"This ...... It's ......"

Banhardt's voice trembled slightly along with his body, and if it weren't for the aristocratic cultivation and fear of Russell supporting his legs, he would have collapsed to the ground.

The swirling colored lights still came from under the spiral staircase, but there was no longer the bustle of the people they had come, and the smell of hallucinogen secretions still permeated the air, but not as pungent as before. Because there was an even stronger smell that overshadowed them.

Russell closed his eyes, and the fishy sweetness of blood and the bitter acid of bile filled his nasal cavity.

In front of Banhart, under the spiral staircase, a horrific picture of hell unfolded in a pool of blood.

The vast transit nodes are filled with lifeless corpses, and drug-addicted mutants are pierced through their throats in fluttering hallucinations, still smiling with a blessed smile until they die; The bodies of the indulgent men and women remained connected until the moment before they died, and the stiff hands of the smugglers who were hidden in the corners of certain transactions still clutched the precious small items that had not yet been sold.

The light balls above the hall were still spinning, and the white and black corpses were covered in colorful dew.

A tall, heavily armed spirit banshee walked gracefully around the corpses on the ground and came to Russell in a neat queue. They respectfully knelt down on one knee and whispered, "Master, all the living creatures in the transit node have been cleared. ”

"Statistics." Russell said lightly.

"Yes." A banshee raised her head and opened her visor to reveal the beautiful face inside: "A total of 19,198 individuals were killed in this operation, including mutants: 599 mildly deformed, 971 severely deformed, and 677 subhuman......"

"Finally, there are the Dark Elves, 11 in all, 3 of whom have a curtain painted with a ring on their face."

Saying that, the banshee was a little weak-hearted: "It's me who is incompetent, master, and I didn't leave a living mouth." When they found out that they were invincible to us and could not escape, they committed suicide without hesitation. ”

The spirit clan of the Immortal Bird School is really not afraid of death.

(End of chapter)