Hazy star field

Calisis Star Zone

Edge faceless trading port

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"I can't believe you've managed to 'sink' a 'portion' of the ship into your pocket space through a specialized material corridor."

Sitting on the bridge of the Iron Blood again, watching Captain Vought, as calmly as ever, directing a ship that was only one-sixth the size of its original to dock to the berth in a textbook manner, Lamizan made no secret of his admiration in the psychic communication. "I thought it was a space technique unique to space necromancy."

"Of course. I'm Peturabo. How can the insight of ordinary people match mine in the slightest? ”

Perturabo scoffed, his voice inadvertently showing a condescending sense of pity, and though he had consciously restrained them well most of the time since the accident, the visceral praise made him reveal his true emotions.

He prides his ears in the backpack compartment, long smart hairs sweeping across the surface of the instrument.

"You don't think I've been in the eye of fear for so long, just building houses and robots, right?"

"Punish yourself for my faux pas." The people on the bridge heard the Demon Primordial say this, and watched as he raised his coffee cup and lifted it towards the Void.

Hunsor and Dassadera exchanged several glances and dozens of messages in a matter of a third of a second, and Ahalin and Soltarn were silent as they clenched their weapons.

Not so long ago, as the latest favorite of the original Guards, everyone received a set of brand-new Seiko MKIV Power Armor (shiny!) painted in silver and black except for everyone who received a suspiciously decorated and carved (even a commemorative ribbon and a custom-made personalized knick-knack). But why silver and black? ), and a Seiko twin wristpistol suitable for their position as a duty gift—it is said that the veterans did not dare to wear these precious gifts from the father of genes immediately, but observed them for a long time.

Soltarn, in particular, secretly performed a targeted chaos exorcism on these gifts - before the panic spreads, the Iron Warriors finally receive their first mission after following the Primordial: to obtain the raw materials and resources listed on Perturabo's list on this black market port on the edge of the Halo in the Star Sector.

This includes, but is not limited to, metals, fuels, food, fresh water, and population.

As for how they will accomplish these tasks, it is beyond the concern of Perturabo and Lamizane.

Because now the two of them are walking in the harbor - shopping.

This hidden, thriving, and remote illegal trading port from the heart of the empire is a ring-shaped space station that fits anyone's imagination of the term "black market for space trade."

The entire strip of the station's main structure is a veritable behemoth, orbiting a pale blue gas giant that floats like a star orbit and floats away from some of the station's facilities, but the rest has been tinkered with over the years and turned into a despicable shipyard and a series of intricately twisted towns.

The streets are narrow, with twisted alleys and ventilation shafts on both sides, and from time to time there are vendors on the side of the road, shouting or quietly waiting for buyers. Visitors and traders who come here to buy and sell mostly hide their bodies and come and go in a hurry.

Under Perturabo's reluctant direction, Lamizan stripped off most of the parts of the Origin Armor, leaving only a few special items, a sidearm, and a shield generator, but even so, his size and height were remarkable.

So he picked through the phantom camouflage and other disguises in the studio's warehouse, and finally chose a hybrid burqa in the shape of a mechanical priest for himself.

Powerful firepower, speaks in synths, is perfect for hiding your body, and can walk without having to walk on your own.

"I don't know why you're so lazy. If it had been before, this sloth would have been enough for me to tear you apart and kill you eight times. - When I can reclaim my body, hopefully it will still function normally. ”

Perturabo sat beside him in a special hoop disguised as a Mecha Fortress Star Soldier (who had a Mecha logo painted on his chest for him temporarily) for this walk, and walked down the street, the dog muttering and wagging its tail in the driver's seat, and subconsciously turning up its olfactory sensor to the maximum -

"Don't say that...... I have a hunch that we're going to find something unexpected...... You see! ”

"What can this cold trade black market for mortals ...... be"

The dog's voice pauses for 0.1 seconds.

"Oh. Damn it. ”

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Julius is a young unfinished – a sign that he once had great hopes of becoming the Emperor's Angel of Death, bringing wrath and destruction to the Empire's enemies.

And now, for him and his companions, a clean death may be the most merciful of all the futures.

The reason why they say "ever" is because they have nothing left.

There are no veterans, no home planets, no vehicles and supplies, even the title of the glorious warband has been stripped away, and naturally there is no pharmacist brother to do the rest of the surgery for them, this group of young people does not have power armor, in fact, even all the nineteen transformation surgery procedures have not been fully implemented, they are a group of semi-finished products, a group of wanderers, a group of ...... Slave.

He chewed bitterly on the word in his mouth.

They were on their final expedition on a planet attacked by Elven pirates, under the leadership of the last elder and warband.

Despicable from the shadows behind them to attack and kidnap them was a horrible group of alien slave hunters who resisted, but it was soon over, and miraculously, not a single one died.

Or maybe it's because their combat weapons are so rudimentary that they don't have to do much other than round up the elder who is angrily scolding and scolding him and cutting him down.

They were tied up, shackled, and thrown into special containers and placed in the hold, before they had time to leave the surface.

The aftermath was so chaotic that it seemed that the slave catchers had been attacked by another being.

It wasn't until long after everything had fallen silent that the cargo door was opened, and he saw human faces.

At that time, he thought it was the end.

But this is just the beginning of a new period of suffering.

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Julius turned his gaze to the slave trader with a dark fury, and he still remembered the old wanderer's trembling fingers and complicated look on his face when he demanded the release of himself and his fighting brothers.

"I'm sorry. Really, I'm sorry...... But sell you, and I'll be able to retire with my family in the best garden world. ”

So.

So that's why they're tied up here and sold like goods.

The bitterness in his mouth became clearer, and the shackles prevented him from trying to moisten his own dry, cracked lips.

Although they have not dispersed so far under the protection of the Emperor, it seems that good fortune is about to leave the last orphans of this unfortunate warband.

Cover this moment -

A woman dressed like some kind of desert planet aristocrat was approaching with great interest, picking at them one by one.

This is a very eye-catching and gorgeous beauty.

She was tall and tall, with snow-white skin, long crow-feather hair, a towering crown of jewels and gold, and many gold ornaments adorned her lustrous precious fabric robe, rich black eyeliner outlining the shape of her exotic eyes, and a unique length at the end of the eyes, making her dark blue pupils appear mysterious and flexible.

Judging by her excited expression, it was clear that she was interested in buying this group of unusually strong and tall slaves, but she was not going to buy them all.

The trapper was so sophisticated that Julius could only watch with angry, sorrowful, bitter eyes as the woman's slender fingers grasped his companions' heads, forcing them to lift their jaws so that she could check their faces and teeth.

The heels of the noblewoman pounded on the ground, and it struck everyone's heart, and she picked one by one like a large animal, and the grief and indignation of being about to be separated infected the wanderers, and the chosen ones looked back at the others in the cage with the same painful eyes.

He closed his eyes in sorrow and sincerely prayed and mourned for all that had happened.

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The arrival of some kind of behemoth swept up the ripples of the aetheric breeze.

Some deep, terrifying breath was blown into his nose.

The blonde unfinished Huo Ran opened his eyes.

The terrifying coercion that has been inexplicably transmitted from the underworld.

Some kind of mysterious and majestic existence grabbed all his attention, as if the boundaries of reality were also compressed by the intangible.

The void opened its jaw.

The soul needs to be filled.

Not again......

This feeling......

Julius's eyes trembled in his sockets, and his skull became hot.

The cold wind chased and laughed through the long, curvy passages and lapped against the people.

Passers-by wrapped their coats tightly.

He raised his head to look at the crowd, eagerly searching for a target that would bring a sense of oppression.

But...... How is a mechanical priest...... Mechanic ...... No way.

...... this feeling? Can't cope with ......?

Wait a minute! This is a red-robed mechanical priest!

Anyway, if he buys it......

Julius set his sights on the tarpaulin-covered crate behind him.