Although at first glance, there seems to be no difference between Mark VI and Mark IV armors, after careful observation, Soshyan found that there are subtle differences in the panel shape and connection method between the two, and the crow-shaped flexible joint material is thicker.
The knees are covered with stronger armor, but it is the lightest type of power armor. Just the Soshiyan helmet feels one-third lighter than the Skyhawk type.
This is an armor ideal for assault and reconnaissance troops.
"Very well, let's continue to store these things here. I will tell you if necessary."
"Chapter Commander, there is one more thing."
Bangura summoned a servo skull, came to the wall, glowing eyes popped out, and a whirring key appeared from the eye socket.
The key did not enter the wall, but Soshyan could not see any keyhole.
After doing all this, the floating skull flew back to Bangura's back and began to buzz.
Soon, the surface of the wall changed from opaque to translucent, and then became completely transparent. It turned out that there was a huge display window embedded in the wall, and the objects inside it were slowly revealed in front of the three people.
It was a huge set of armor, its proportions were much larger than normal power armor, but it didn't look like a Terminator.
The limbs and torso of the armor are covered with thick armor, painted with midnight blue and dense lightning. If you look carefully, you will find countless pairs of looming black hands extending upward from the legs of the armor, all the way to
neck, as if the dead wailing in hell are trying to drag it into hell.
"This is....."
Soshyan stepped forward and almost pressed his face against the glass to observe every detail of the armor.
The edge of the armor's torso is decorated with a pale skull, and the rubies in the eye sockets make it particularly dazzling. There are two wailing faces on the shoulder armor. The belt decorated with agate and rubies leads the eyes to the center of the breastplate, where the majestic
Holding a shining blood-winged skeleton.
The helmet is placed on a floating platform in front of the armor. It looks gorgeous and exaggerated. The swept-back bat wings are almost as long as Soshyan's forearm. The blood-stained skull carved on the visor seems to be using that
His dark eyes stared at Soshyan.
Although it was still an empty shell, Soshyan felt a vague whisper, as if the machine spirit inside was dreaming of entering the battlefield, laughing wildly in the massacre among the flesh and blood in the sky.
Talos on the side looked at this piece of armor with a very complicated expression, sometimes frowning and sometimes sighing, which may have brought back too many memories for him.
"This is the armor we forged for the Midnight Ghost, called the Blood Armor of the World... But the original body died at the hands of the assassin before he could use it. At that time, someone suggested destroying this armor, but
It was finally preserved at the insistence of the great sage at that time, do you hope it has a new owner?"
Soshyan stared silently for a while, then looked at Talos.
"Do you want to take it away?"
Talos smiled bitterly and laughed at himself:
"Why should I take it away? Should I wear it myself? Besides, this is armor made for the original body. It's impossible for us to wear it, but maybe you can try it."
Soshyan shook his head quickly.
"Forget it, I'm afraid I'll be shot to death if I walk out."
Then his eyes returned to the armor, but as he looked at it, Soshyan's vision gradually became blurred, and some other images replaced the armor.
He saw a person walking towards him, with long, dark, dry hair covering most of his face, and only a pair of indifferent, cold eyes shining brightly in the darkness.
The man's armor was like a terrifying display stand, with human skin, human bones, and even blood-stained limbs hanging on it with chains.
"Welcome, brother, you seem a little unhappy."
Soshyan then approached him with a smile, stared at the blood and gently hugged him.
The man's expression was a little surprised at first, and then turned into sadness.
"Brother...only a fool like you would still believe this title."
Soshyan let go of the other party.
"But it's true, isn't it?"
"They call me more of a monster, even my descendants. I just killed some of them."
"Why bother, brother, if you are dissatisfied with the source of troops, you can choose from other places."
Soshyan noticed that the other person's face was always changing during the conversation, and the occasional slight twitch turned the other person from a calm gentleman into a beast on the verge of madness.
"It doesn't help. It's too late. My legion was bitten by a poisonous snake. The poison stayed in the body and has already begun to take effect. I have already seen it."
"You can always try to change."
"Change...so have you changed again? When I told you that you were going to die, brother, did you make any changes?"
Soshyan sighed softly.
"It's a choice of my resources. Everything has its price, some more obvious than others, that's it, and you have to pay it no matter what."
"You are such a hopeless idiot! My brother!"
The man roared uncontrollably, and then grabbed Soshyan's arms with force.
"When I told other people their endings, they were either angry, desperate, or crazy. Why! Why! You just accepted it calmly! So I hate you! I hate Sanguinius too! Why can you be so calm?
Accept this!!!"
Soshyan calmly brushed the other person's head with his hand.
"Brother, I feel heartbroken to see you being tortured like this. What's even more heartbreaking is that I can't help you..."
"If you want me to resist these fates, then try to resist them too!"
"I've been doing this..."
The man was stunned for a moment, then let go of his hand.
"I know, I know..."
The madness on his face disappeared, replaced only by endless sadness.
"Then I will leave a gift for you, my brother. I hope that when we meet again, you will remember the brother you once were, not the monster everyone calls you."
"brother……"
"Soshyan?"
Hearing Talos's call, Soshyan was stunned. Then he felt his face was a little wet. He touched it and found that he was crying.
Bangura on the side also looked shocked, obviously not understanding why Soshyan suddenly became stunned when looking at this armor, and even shed tears.
"Chapter Commander, you need me to give this armor to..."
Soshyan shook his head and sighed softly.
"That's all, since it can no longer wait for its master, let it continue to sleep here."
Bangura nodded, and then the wall gradually became opaque again, once again burying the despair and fear of ten thousand years ago. Soshyan remained silent all the way until he left here.