Destiny Steel

A repair pipe that is blackened and obscured

Adariq Vannus is patiently lurking in the shadows.

He was biting into a starchy scone that had been placed in the hands of some careless recruit, and was eating without making a sound, the normal saliva softening the scone before allowing him to swallow it little by little, and the mixed berry triglyceride gel inside made him lick his lips involuntarily.

The food on this so-called "Loyal Space Marine" ship, which is full of 660,000 weird and eccentric things, is at least as good as it seems.

The nutrients in these scraps alone were more suitable for Astarte than anything he could find in the eyes of fear and in the vast sea of stars.

Very pure, promethium starch is promethium starch, elemental nutrient solution is just elemental nutrient solution, and berries are just berries.

It's a pity that the kebabs, stewed risotto, roast poultry and Reca coffee, which look and smell delicious, have been swept away for so long after they have been placed on the cafeteria carousel.

He couldn't help but complain a few words in his heart about a few particularly edible guys.

It is precisely because of the contradiction of this ship that Vannus has never been able to determine what kind of ship it can be classified into.

On the surface, the ship was filled with the lackeys of the Throne's carrion, but the Fallen Raven in the shadows could see far more than the goofy goofy greens and deceived visitors.

First of all, the veterans in this hellish place who have been chattering with gods and gods are very wrong.

Vannus was all too familiar with the special chaotic-soaked smell of the Astartes wrapped in the shiny new power armor, and he could safely say that at least fifty percent of those bionic limbs had not been replaced due to battle damage, and the mechanical structures had been replaced with unnatural mutated flesh and blood.

Then, it had to be pointed out that the place was far more than normal in terms of automation and the mechanical guards were too intelligent, and he himself had two times - oh must be said, once because they had been implicated in the stupid blue-purple bird - and he was almost discovered by the mechanical guards, which was unbelievable elsewhere.

In the end, it was the very, very, very wrong Warband Leader and the even more wrong, ten, or even sixty wrong, contemptuous fearless.

The experience of helping him avoid many pursuits and dangers has kept him observant of these two beings from afar.

From his first appearance in the cargo hold, the overly tall Warband Leader had brought back bad memories in the minds of the Fallen Ravenguard, but when he tried to leave, he found that because of the pursuit of wizards on the ship—and Vannus cursed in secret—he couldn't leave safely right away, and he was taken away from Starport by the Destiny Steel moon-class barge—and his little gang was scattered.

And that particular Defiant Fearless, Alidaq Vannas would have a feeling of discomfort churning from the bottom of his stomach whenever he tried to look at it, or rather, a very afraid of being found out as if he had done something wrong, which was simply unbelievable to the Senior Raven Guard, even ordinary Space Marines would not have such a cringe as close to a mortal, they should not have.

I don't know what was inside that thing, but it certainly wasn't an ordinary disabled veteran.

That's one of the reasons why he later ventured out of the lower deck to get his cloak and join that Chaos Cult hodgepodge party in an attempt to get a little bit of information, because in this particular situation, you can't start stealing in the shadows without knowing anything about your opponent.

And then the message is, well, there are indeed some questions answered, but more mysteries have emerged.

So the "father of genes" they say might be what he understands? But Vannus preferred it as a referential slogan, and as far as he knew, Fabius Bair, the old pervert who was also a servant of the Prince of Darkness, was fond of being a father.

The only known thing about the Loyal Primordial is the corpse on the Maculag, and the Demon Primordials make a big splash every time they appear outside the Eye of Fear.

Haha, there's no way there's a genoplasm here.

To be honest, when he was choosing a target to infiltrate on the black market, he took a fancy to the size of the ship and the wealth of the purchased supplies, and planned to sneak in to see if he could get some benefits or be lucky enough to get more from the ship.

But XX and XX of the Prince of Darkness, who would have thought that the stealth environment and undercurrent in this ship would be more dangerous than the visit of the Six Rings.

Not only is every core area of this hellish place surrounded by vicious and insidious traps, but its structure and shadows are completely unreasonable.

He swallowed the last bite of the scones, then looked at his potholed, scratched, and scribbled black power armor as he thought about what he had seen earlier in the day.

He had been eyeing the weapons and equipment of the two exiled Ultramarines, considering whether to leave some contact messages or take something away, and perhaps the armory vault was also an option.

But when he found out that there wasn't a single living person — or at least some living creature — or at least some living human parts — in the mysterious Space Marine Mothership's armory, he knew it should be reconsidered.

After a long period of lurking and observing near the armory, Adarik devised a bold stealth breakthrough plan, and he tried to rely on his talent to peek into part of the truth about the vessel wrapped in a thick fog.

The Fallen's idea still seems too reckless at first glance, he's only one man, and it's a line full of traps, force fields, and Ramirez-class Fortstar robot guards (why are there so many mechanical guards here that have been changed a little differently?). The abbey mothership.

However, Vannas, who once served as the senior mentor of the Raven Tower and the commander of the Shadow Company of the Fourth Company of the "Silent One", did have the capital to be so conceited.

The Fourth Company of the Raven Guards, while also in charge of their fleet according to the regulations, chose and mastered the second path of how to master the "Shadow Triple Strike" that their Primordial had taught, that is, how to learn their Primordial's miraculous ability to use any shadow to stealthily and keep moving and gain an advantage when enemies were around.

It's just a pity that his jump bag has inevitably been damaged by decades of wandering, and although it can still be used, the movement it emits when it starts is too great.

So, this time around, Vannus decided to go a little more traditional.

Follow the shadows.

The Fallen Raven Guard closed his eyes, the inspiration in his veins that allowed him to reduce his presence.

Then, like a drop of black ink on a black cotton paper, the Space Marines in black power armor "melted" into the elongated shadows at the end of the team searching outside the armory.

Oh, I'm not going to be caught in half a day like that stupid witchcraft parrot that looks like an oversized psionic tracer.

Adariq Vannas thought almost proudly.

- Although the guy was doing pretty well after he was caught.

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“…… As a result, he did exactly what you simulated and sent himself into the stasis trap we carried with the search party. ”

"He should be so surprised to be able to be captured by a primordial arrangement."

The dog lies on his side on the couch and presses his paws to check the device, and instructs his body to rub the corners of his eyes and ears.

"Well, your children seem frustrated and happy - that is, although you can do everything yourself, maybe sometimes try to leave it alone?"

"I'm sure I'm indulging them, Lamizan." Perturabo's eyes narrowed, "You can ask for the rusty guy who is most frustrated in each squad to be ......"

"No, no, I think they can still polish it back by letting them go to the gladiatorial cage and training room more! …… I'm starting to understand your poor sons......"

"Whew!" The Border Collie protophyllum let out a sneer from his chest, "Being too soft-hearted is a disease, mortal. Let Ahalin put this guy in a special shadowless cage, and then it's my favorite torture time. ”

“…… Did you have any trouble with Corvus Clark and his legion? ”

"Well, is Istavan counted?"

“…… When I didn't ask. ”