"What's going on?" Robert Killiman couldn't help but ask questions about the sight that was too out of bounds to understand, and unfortunately, none of the guards around him could give him an accurate answer.

Maybe it's some kind of psionic phenomenon. An obsidian knight of the Sisters of Silence gestures beside the Regent. This form of blue light is very similar to the distant fire support emitted by the Taylos Cathedral before, and it may be that they come from the same source.

All of them were in the yellow-green fog of the battlefield. At such a close distance, the dirty yellow-green color seems less noticeable, but it still greatly affects the vision. The excessively humid air on the battlefield came into contact with the dry and cold armor, naturally condensing a large number of water droplets on it, flowing freely on the armor with the slightest movement of everyone.

The Imperial Regent's side is surrounded by a convoy led by Protector Mardovar Kirken, including an entire Praetorian squad, a dozen knights of the Sisters of Silence, and the outermost Ultramarines of the Victorious Army. Upon arriving at the battlefield, they gathered around the original body from different vehicles, and at a rough glance it may have numbered in the hundreds.

"The position of the light has changed, perhaps something else we don't know is at work. I think we have to be vigilant. A victorious soldier advised the Primordial Body.

Killiman had wondered why the person speaking here was not Cato Sicarius, but after a microsecond, he remembered that he had sent him on another mission. He hadn't forgotten his previous orders, he was just too used to having Sicarius by his side at all times.

It didn't keep his mind on his mind for long. He soon realized that more fog had surged up, and the clearing where the strange tower had been located was quickly obscured again, and this time, there was clearly some more unusual supernatural force in the fog.

It's so quiet.

Kiriman knew the battlefield as well as he knew every bill on his case, and now he was sure he was undoubtedly on the front lines. But normally, even if the fog blocked his vision, he should still hear the sound of gunfire of all kinds of guns coming from a distance on the plains around him, the roaring of the vehicle's promethium engine, and the rumbling footsteps of the Titans and Knights. Just as his exposed cheeks could still feel the waves of air from the distant explosion.

However, the waves of air were still there, and the other sounds seemed to have been eaten out of thin air by the surrounding fog, either being silenced or weakened to the point that they seemed to come from far away. What was left for Kiliman in the middle of the fog seemed to be dead silence.

"Visibility is rapidly decreasing." "In 30 seconds, the range of the human eye has dropped from about 700 meters to 200 meters, and counting. Something is going to happen. ”

The tribune did not say anything, hoping that the imperial regent would cherish him and return to the command car and leave the front line immediately. But he apparently couldn't shake the will of one of the primordials who had already made a decision. Kiriman simply agreed with his reasoning, and then, drawing the Emperor's sword from his waist.

As at all times, there was a raging flame burning on the sword. Killiman held the gift from his father aloft, and the mist around him receded from the action, flowing against the direction of the wind in defiance of the laws of physics, as if to avoid the flames burning on his sword.

"I am the Emperor's last heir, Robert Killman!" He said aloud, and the voice was amplified countless times by his armor, and thundered over the silent battlefield, "Invader, whoever you are, come out and face me!" ”

He knew that it was Motarian who was in charge of the battle, and that it was Motarian who had set the trap and led him all the way to Pamenio. If it had been Motarian in the past, Killiman could have no doubt that this brother of his was waiting for him behind the fog now, sharpening his knives and preparing to settle a final battle with him—but now Motarian, he was not sure.

The corruption of chaos and the passage of ten thousand years could change him. Since the Great Rebellion, there have been so many brothers that Killiman has become almost unrecognizable. He could only step out of the line first, pretending that he had made a mistake and using himself as bait to try to fish the enemy leader out of his hideout.

However, this call failed to attract the enemy he wanted, and a golden point of light like fine sand fell on the command vehicle behind him with a slight sound. Killiman lowered his sword slightly in confusion, but still kept it at a height suitable for attack, and then turned to look:

A black-haired, dark-skinned man dressed in white, armed with a bow and arrows, slowly floated down on the roof of the car. His figure looked mortal, and he didn't show any aggression, but everyone present was vigilant - after all, no ordinary mortal could gather his body from a golden grit of light out of thin air, nor would he float in the air as if he were not affected by gravity, and then slowly landed.

"You must be the regent of this country." The man who appeared out of thin air faced Kiliman and spoke before everyone present, "I have received instructions from my Master, Rika Fujimaru, to keep you safe as much as possible in the next battle, and at the same time to guide the direction of subsequent reinforcements as an advance force. ”

This brief statement alone could not gain the trust of everyone present, but Killiman noticed that the bowstring of the white longbow in the man's hand was burning with flames that closely resembled the blue-blue streamer that had been shot from the direction of the cathedral.

"Did you do the long-range fire support that was sent out at Taylos Cathedral before?" The Imperial Regent asked tentatively.

The man pursed his lips a little unhappily because of the question, but it was not because of the problem itself, but more like a little resentment towards himself. He skipped a step over Kiliman's question, and his answer was a little incorrect: "I did have a problem in the process of supporting, but now, I have corrected it. ”

In fact, it was not very clear to everyone present what he had "corrected", but before some other questions, it did not seem very important.

"We don't trust you." Tribune Kirken put it bluntly, "We can't trust a stranger who pops up out of thin air. ”

No one paid attention to his subtle puns. The man just said-for-tat, "It's okay." I was not assigned a task that included 'gaining your trust'. If you insist that I don't need to intervene in the rest of the battle, I can just stay where I am until reinforcements arrive. ”

"If we need reinforcements, we also have a reliable enough communication link to contact and locate." A perennial victor added.

The man standing on the roof looked down at the speaker with all his composure, as naturally as the richly decorated, throne-like command car at his feet should serve as his foil: "They may soon become unreliable." The battlefield beneath our feet is currently rapidly becoming otherworldly—or, as you are more familiar with it, sinking into subspace. ”

Killiman frowned. In the blink of an eye, he channeled his thoughts to the armor of fate with a neural link, and called Ingjie Felix through the communication channel, the fixed communication vehicle on the front line, and the messengers in the reserve team who followed him to the front line, Sicarius and Digris, all of them were lost. Only the thin electronic noise in the communication link responded to him mockingly, and so far, all he could command was the hundred or so escorts around him.

He looked at the man again, and this time he realized why he had chosen to appear on the roof of his command car: after maintaining this height and distance, he and the other party did not need to look up or down, and could easily look at each other at eye level. He knew that distraction in the middle of the battlefield was a very undesirable thing, but he still couldn't help but split a thread to think that there would definitely be people among his children present who would be unhappy about it.

But Kiliman himself did not have much thought about it, and he only went on to ask: "In that case, how should you communicate with your master?" ”

"The bond of contract is unbreakable." The man's gaze shifted slightly from Killiman to the mist behind him, "But this may not be the time to care about these details. ”

With a clear and fluid movement, he bent his bow and aimed in a certain direction at the side of the Imperial Regent. The blue-blue flames quickly wound from the bowstring to the arrows, and then turned into streamers of the same color with an unreasonable sound like the ignition of a promethium engine, piercing the curtain of thick fog like a sharp cone.

Those who were a little closer to the arrow's trajectory felt the supernatural heat in various ways, and it did seem to burn away the rotten fog of the subspace in an instant, opening a clear tunnel out of thin air in the obscured view of everyone.

There was no sound of the arrow hitting, perhaps it was completely engulfed by this strange thick mist. But everyone noticed that in the direction of the arrow, there was a huge shadow looming in the distance behind the mist.

"The enemy is already nearby." The man said so. At the same time, a bell rang as if it had come from far away, and the notes of pain followed, pieced together into a sad piece of heartbreak to the point of madness. A rancid wind blew across the battlefield, causing the fog to heal the tunnel that had been carved out by the arrow.

But they didn't hide those great shadows again. The bell rang again, and this time everyone saw antler-like shadows in the surging mist. The disgusting laughter drew closer to the disturbing music, and everyone present put their weapons in combat into readiness.

"Maybe we don't have time to really build trust." Turning in the direction of the battlefield, Kiriman once again placed the Imperial Sword at a height suitable for a sortie, while saying to the man commanding the roof of the car, "I will have to put this issue aside for the time being. I'll allow you to stay around, but at the same time, I hope you'd better not act rashly. ”

"I've been ordered to keep you safe." As if he didn't understand the implicit threat of the Imperial Regent, the man replied leisurely, "I'll stay where I am, but if I judge you're in danger, I'll do it." ”

Perhaps the conversation should continue until the issue is resolved once and for all, but they don't have time.

A third loud bell seemed to ring close to the ear, the mist twisted and swirled, and a shadow like a carnival procession loomed behind it, with happy laughter and painful moans.

— and all its participants, are sick and rotten.

Miwoo (none)

I want a leopard to sleep......

(End of chapter)