Two months later, a major incident occurred in the Engels galaxy in the Storm Field. A cruiser, the Astral Knight, suddenly appeared and wiped out a large space station in the galaxy that belonged to a commercial guild in just a few hours. The people inside either turned into corpses or disappeared.
It was later proved that the space station was the headquarters of the Star Pirate Group Blue Ants. The Star District Legal Department arrived after hearing the news, but they had not collected much evidence because the Star World Knights erased the place very simply, which made the Legal Department complain about Astart's overpowering power.
But what no one knows is that the coordinates of more than a dozen secret mining stations and the locations of several large void warehouses that disappeared with the blue ants.
No one knew that the leader of this operation was unconscious shortly after the action was launched, and was taken back to Nesson 4 by the recruits in panic and received treatment from Valier.
However, after the pharmacist checked, he found that Talos was not as simple as in a coma, and his actual situation was much worse than it seemed.
"Shar is dead, what are you going to do?"
"Talos?Talos?"
"What's wrong with the soul hunter?"
"Forget it and let him be alone."
"He probably needs a funeral."
Talos knelt beside his brother's body, saying nothing, thinking nothing.
Charles' incomplete body was almost like a warrior, he was just a broken thing made of torn pieces of meat.
"brother--"
After a long time, he said softly:
"A hero's funeral is waiting."
Talos stood up and walked towards his weapon rack, where there was an ancient flamethrower whose unlit nozzle emerged from the wide mouth of a brass demon.
He never liked this weapon, and he rarely even used it since he took it away from a warrior of a dead son of the Emperor.
But now he needs to use it, Talos picked up the flamethrower and his thumb clicked on the indicator light.
The flamethrower hissed in the room, and a ball of angry wax flames emitted a dazzling light in the darkness.
He slowly aimed his weapon at Charles' body, breathing the bloody smell and the chemical smell of old oil from his brothers.
When Talos killed someone for the first time, Charles was by his side. When the gang war swept the city, he depended on him for life, always swearing, always the first to shoot, and the last to ask questions, always confident and never regret it.
They have never liked each other because brotherhood does not require friendship, but only loyalty.
They stood back to back, even though the entire galaxy was burning - always brothers, never friends, and walked together to the end on the path of traitors.
The flames hissed in the spreading silence.
"If there is hell in this world."
Talos said in pain:
"You are going there now, and I believe you will be able to see you there soon, brother."
He pulled the trigger, and the chemical flame suddenly roared and squirted out, sweeping across Shire in a short time.
The ceramics were burned to darkness and the flesh and blood dissolved.
He took a last look at Charle's blackened skull, the substances were decomposing, and the stinking smell of burnt human flesh made the disgusting air even more unpleasant.
Suddenly, under Talos's shocked gaze, Charles's body suddenly sat up, and his almost cracked head turned to Talos in a strange posture at ninety degrees.
"You...must...go...back...Eye of Fear..."
Talos took a step back in shock. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but felt something pinched his throat from behind.
The moment the whole person was lifted up, Talos twisted his head back with force, and then he saw a pale and evil smile, with eternal gloom and sorrow.
"My...father!"
The Eighth Legion's Primrose pinched Talos in his hand and then whispered hissing.
"You have turned against our ideas, and you and your cubs are polluting the souls of the entire Legion... You have surrendered to the decayed throne, pathetic child."
"No--"
Talos suddenly opened his eyes and saw a disgusting big face hanging above his head.
"Are you awake?"
"Valier, stay away from me!"
Valier took a step back and put the syringe in his hand on the medical tray next to him, while picking up a glass of energy drink Lei Bi.
"Just an hour before you woke up, Soshyan had just visited you. This was the third time he had visited you during your coma. This Legion Commander valued you very much."
"What do you want to say."
Talos sat up and took the cup and drank the liquid full of bubbles. At this moment, he was almost naked, with only a pair of black shorts, his strong muscles, the nerve interfaces above, and the crisscrossing scars all exposed to the surgical lamp.
"Maybe it's because I've told him that every time you're unconscious, it means you see something very important."
"You are wrong. He is not a person obsessed with prophecy, because he often sees things."
Talos turned around and sat on the edge of the bed, his legs hanging on the ground.
"And my memory is a jagged plateau and shadow, sometimes mature, sometimes empty, I'm not even sure I saw the future, the little thing I remembered is like a rope of fate, it is no longer a prophecy, at least not as I understand it."
If there was anything that surprised Valer, he did not show it.
"Well, at least your situation scares your cubs very much. I doubt they have cried for you."
"What happened after I fell into a coma?"
"Ah, you should be able to imagine that the recruits thought you were attacked by some witchcraft or spirit. They were in a rage and planned to kill all the people of the gang of star pirates and acted very quickly."
Talos frowned slightly, it was not what he wanted to see.
But Valer suddenly laughed.
"I have to say that the little guy named Sabrin is a skill. When you are unconscious, he can restrain the little guys who are already crazy, and quickly gather the leaders of the recruits together at the beginning of the massacre and form a temporary command organization, which saves the lives of the remaining half of the living."
Talos was silent for a moment, then nodded.
“He can always surprise me.”
"Yes, you've found an excellent successor for the gene seeds of Charles."
Hearing this, the prophet shook his head.
"Shar is Shir, he is him, the gene seed is a dead thing, it has no soul, no witchcraft, and will never affect the transplanter's independent personality."
"Oh? That may not be."
Valer turned around and pulled out a notebook from the cabinet behind him.
"For example, we can talk about your genetic seeds."