"...After that, we returned to the shuttle, and then we met you, adults."
After Octavia finished speaking, she retreated to Septimus. Although her expression looked calm, she was very uneasy inside.
Soshyan didn't say anything, but was silent for a while, and finally turned his eyes to Savita, who had gotten off the shuttle.
"What do you think."
"as always."
"What?"
"Those idiots..."
Savita walked to Soshyan and looked at the uneasy Octavia. For some reason, the navigator felt that the eyes of the soldier in silver armor in front of her were very familiar to her, as if they were familiar with the cursed echo.
kind.
"...I am always swayed by strange thoughts, and then rush to destruction, hopeless."
"I'm asking you what to do next."
"Of course, go down."
Saying that, Sevatar took a step forward.
"The one with the Thunderhawk."
Octavia was stunned, and it took her two seconds to realize that the other person was greeting Septimus, so she immediately bumped the person next to her with the partition.
Septimus froze for a second, as if waking up from a dream, and then nodded vigorously.
"My lord, I'm here."
"I'll give you ten minutes to prepare, and we'll take us down in a moment, right at the spot you left last."
This was neither a request nor a negotiation. Septimus knew very well that the other party's tone was an order.
And he didn't seem to have the power to refuse.
"Yes, sir."
"And you."
Sevatar turned to Dietrian.
"Ten minutes, put everything up there and move it down, and don't miss anything in the Thunder Eagle. Someone will come to pick it up later."
Even with the crudest logic circuit analysis, Dietrian can clearly understand the current situation and know the second half of the sentence "People are under the roof".
"As you wish."
After the Mechanicus priest bowed his head humbly, Sevatar turned and walked toward the exit.
"I'm going to get ready. We'll meet here in ten minutes. It's just you, me, and Thor."
Soshyan watched him leave, then arranged for some people to guard the shuttle, then dismissed the guard and headed to the armory alone.
There might be a tough battle ahead, and he had to be fully prepared.
Sevatar walked through the corridors back to his room, and asked the servitors to take off the armor he was currently wearing.
As the armor rack extended from the wall, another set of armor appeared, the only thing that Sevatar had ever asked of Soshyan.
The entire body of the armor was the faint blue of Nastrum's lightless sky, and was carefully crafted to be very delicate, allowing the wearer's limbs and torso wrapped in rolled metal sheets to be sufficiently flexible.
There are lightning patterns on the armor and decorations in the shape of human bones, which play a role in creating and spreading fear. This design is also a common decorative style of the Night Lords.
This power armor was modified under the personal supervision of Sevatar, and it was used just for this moment.
His most loyal armor had long been stripped bare by the Dark Angels. Although he had worn many fine masterpieces later on, it still could not compare with the original one.
But there is nothing that can be done about it, after all, he is also an "old guy".
With the help of the servitors, he put on the new armor, as if he had returned to the era of the Legion. He was still the first company commander and the former Prince of Crows.
Chewing the bitter taste on the tip of his tongue, Sevatar took the last piece of armor, the bloody bat-winged skull visor helmet, out of the dark niche and raised it above his head.
He turned to face the door, lowering his helmet until the skull-faced visor connected with his goggles, letting out a pressurized hiss.
As he merged with the shadows of the dimly lit room, his vision subtly changed and his range of perception broadened.
It was at this moment that his long-dormant talent found him.
Death filled his mind, blood stained his teeth, and the smell of blood filled his nostrils.
Everything seemed like yesterday, and the long-buried memories of those years spent in the dark world on Nastrum came alive again in his mind——
Lightning flashed occasionally in the dark night that shrouded all year round, and the people remained silent out of fear.
Then, light and hope came from outside this putrid darkness, promising a bright future.
But soon, that hope was shattered...
A world is struggling in death, and a huge black and gold eye is staring into the blazing fire.
The Astartes fought to the death under a scarlet sky.
A gray eagle soars in the sky...
Many voices rang in his head, and he heard his name, his father's name.
Bitter tears mixed with blood stung Seveta's eyes, and then he opened his eyes suddenly. The illusion in his mind immediately dissipated, and the real world returned to him.
"Destiny..."
With a burst of bitter laughter, Savita left the room and dived into the darkness. His current outfit was not suitable for appearing in the sun or in everyone's eyes.
When Soshyan, wearing a Terminator, led Thor to the prepared Thunderhawk, they found that Sevatar was already waiting for them in the cabin.
The awe-inspiring aura brought by the lightning in the dark night made Soshiyang's breathing stagnant.
"Why...why are you wearing this?"
"Because this is a matter of the Eighth Legion, I must use another identity to solve it."
With that said, Savita walked to the cockpit and knocked on the door gently.
"You can go."
At this time, the door to the cockpit suddenly opened, and Octavia got out of it. When she saw Sevita, she was stunned...
"you……"
"Why are you here."
Soshyan asked.
"You shouldn't be here, woman."
"I, I want to go with you."
"No, you leave now and don't consume my kindness."
"You need a navigator, otherwise you will never be able to find them accurately! Septimus is a damn road idiot!"
When the latter words were spoken, an embarrassed coughing sound came from the cockpit.
"Just let her go."
Saiweita said calmly.
"So, now, start the engine immediately."
"grown ups."
The engine roared, and Octavia took a deep look at Savitar. She would never mistake the brand-new power armor, but it was different from what she had always seen.
There are not so many frightening decorations, and there are not so many traces of profanity.
"I didn't expect to see it here—"
"What do you want to say?"
Savita lowered his head slightly and looked at the navigator.
"Be careful what you say next. You have been on Curse Echo for a long time and you should know our temper."
"Uh, no, I mean..."
Octavia's mind was a little confused. It was obvious that Soshyan and others were loyal Space Marines, but why would a Night Lord appear on the battleship of a loyal Space Marine?
"Then put away unnecessary questions."
Sevatar's tone was a little impatient, something Octavia was all too familiar with.
"Yes, sir."
Before she returned to the cockpit, she asked carefully:
"Can you tell me, your name is——"
"Sevita."
Octavia nodded, but the next second, her body froze.
"Sai..."
She felt that her heart almost jumped out of her chest, but when she raised her head, she immediately felt a cold gaze staring at her, so she slipped into the cockpit without looking back and closed the door.
When she sat in the passenger seat, she was still breathing heavily.
"Honey? What's wrong with you?"
Septimus, who was controlling the Thunderhawk to slide out of the flight deck, noticed that Octavia's face suddenly turned as pale as a dead person and her whole body was covered in sweat, so he asked with concern.
After taking a few hard breaths, the navigator answered tremblingly, and uttered an extremely rare curse word.