One by one, the eleven-framed buildings woke up, and an ominous red light flashed on their heads.
"Damn it, quit here first!"
Talos knew the power of this structure and quickly asked Soshiyan to retreat, but then he realized that the door had been closed at some point.
"They are silicon-based intelligences transformed by your cursed primordials, using the technology of the space undead, and in a sense their essence is closer to those abominable aliens."
Angelica's laughing voice and the friction of the construct waving the fine gold arms and iron feet form a creepy chorus.
"Destroy them!"
Eleventh structures pushed down the fences and walked to the center of the hall to welcome them into a terrible rain of bullets.
The deadly explosive bombs are either reversed by a deflection position or simply explode in harmlessly on their alloy bodies without causing any substantial damage, and their sturdyness is breathtaking.
Then they raised their four arms, and the light of the gravitational vortex and hissed by the subatomic pulses, which contained the destructive power that made Soshiyang feel bad.
But after locking in Soshiyang, who was standing in front, the light on their weapons suddenly went out and the body did not move.
This surprised everyone.
"Ceasefire!"
With Soshiyang's order, the soldiers immediately stopped and no bullet was shot out again.
"Why--"
Angelica was stunned. This situation was beyond her expectations.
But then her many years of instinct made her turn and try to escape to a safe place, but a shadow had already enveloped her-
"ah!"
The next second, she found something hit her thigh flesh. Despite years of pain-resistant training and the anesthetic components of her nerves added to her blood, Angelica still felt extremely painful.
The judge howled and fell to his knees. She turned to find that there was only a pile of hanging tissues and muscles left on her right leg, peeling off the blood-stained broken bones. A chainsaw sword was rotating abominably.
"Traitor! Beast!"
She started to swear words, gritted her teeth and struggled to send herself forward, and tried to limp and run awkwardly.
But then a huge black shadow knocked her to the ground, her muscles stinging with chemical strengthening, fighting against the armored warriors who pushed her to the ground.
She wanted to pull out the phase sword that had attacked Soshiyang from her thigh sheath, but she immediately screamed in anger when she realized that the scabbard and grenade on her body had been knocked away.
Finally, her trump card was the poison needle in her sleeve, but when her forearm was also twisted, she shouted new swear words.
"Damn it! Ah! Damn it!"
She struggled in pain under oppression and lost control in anger. She could no longer hear what Soshiyang was saying. The giant with a cold and cruel aura had already pressed her to the ground.
"Since you know them so well, do you know me? Women."
Before fainting, she could only hear low laughter that penetrated her bone marrow.
"Don't kill her, Talos, I have a lot to ask her."
Looking at Talos who tortured Angelica like a toy, Soshiyan just greeted her and then walked through the still structure toward the statue.
He knew why these machines stopped, because he had instinctively activated the grey before the war.
Their primordials must have set some kind of highest authority inside these machines, and they will never attack targets with grey grafts, so they chose to standby under contradictory commands.
"your!"
Suddenly, something flew over from Talos, and Soshiyang reached out to catch it, and saw that it was a blood-stained red talisman.
He held the treasure tightly, came to the primordial body, and stared at the noble face.
It was then that he noticed that a line of words was engraved on the base of the statue - [Respect my wisest and fearless brother, even if the entire Milky Way has forgotten you]
Author: Horus Lupecar.
At this moment, he suddenly realized that the bonds of his blood could penetrate thousands of years of time and reconnect them with the past.
"I swear, I will surely wash away the stigma of the Legion. One day, the battle flag of the Eleventh Legion will surely float openly on the territory of the empire. This is the promise of my Soshyan Alexey, my father."
As the warriors stared, Soshiyang reached out his hand and held the front of Brahma.
Then, with a light force, the former weapon of the Primarch slid into his hands, and at this moment, his world fell into chaos.
He found himself a ghost floating on the high battlements, and clearly saw two people hiding in the darkness ahead, one tall and the other small.
"Xerxes, how does it feel to visit Terra for the third time?"
I saw the Eleventh Legion wearing red and black armor leisurely stepping into the light, with a smile on his face and the gaze cast was very soft. Soshiyang even thought that it was himself in a trance.
The hunched old man was fixed on the spot, and the psychic flame of the scepter was shining.
There is no doubt that it should be the seal holder.
"As the same as before, I feel at home."
Makado narrowed his eyes and the wrinkles on his face overlapped.
"Although I know you very well, that sounds almost like a perfunctory person, like anyone else."
The Primroot bowed in a low voice, almost as low as the sight of the one with the same palm print.
"Forgive me, that's all my intentions."
“No need.”
Makado said, waved his hand and signaled him to get up.
"You are the most loyal one, and you have made great sacrifices for everything you have done for your father, even if it is your legion."
"Nothing doesn't cost anything, I can do more, but things have changed a little."
"What?"
The primordial eyes flashed with the swaying light of the scepter.
"That thing... is a little out of control, and I also encountered an existence that knew it very well. That existence warned me, claiming that it was playing with fire and self-immolation."
Makado was very calm, the soft sound of the evening breeze was the only sound here, right on this high wall.
Staring at the flame, Soshiyang suddenly felt something tingling behind his brain.
"What do you mean, Xerxes? What do you think the other party knows?"
"I'm not sure, but the other party has dealt with those things, and I guess you should know what it is."
The Sealer closed his eyes, and the Eleventh Legion Primarch continued to narrate slowly.
"......I entered an ancient library under its recommendation. For a long time, I was obsessed with the knowledge inside. I dare not say how much I have discovered over the years, but I have a better understanding of the essence of those things and a better future for the empire.
Deep worries... One day, someone will come to reveal the empire truth compiled by my father was built on lies from the very beginning, and declare that the galaxy cannot be properly ruled by our father, or anyone who supports him."
The Primrose sighed lightly, as if he said these words and took off the burden of a thousand pounds.
"And that person is very likely to be one of my many brothers."
Makado opened his eyes and looked up and down at the Eleven Primros.
"And that's what you believe? Your father is the root of human ills, just like the gods who died in the past in the Spirit?"
The Primros shrugged slightly exaggeratedly.
"Of course not, the Sealer, but I know my father, and His power, His vision, and I believe that even a person as powerful as you cannot deceive Him, if my father knows what I do, then..."
The Eleventh Legion Primrose shrugged again.
"Will I still be part of His grand vision? In other words, maybe I will be the most rebellious son in His eyes."