When they looked at the man, the other man's eyes also looked at them, and then their attention shifted from the face to the eye.
What kind of look is that? One second it shines with warmth and wisdom, but the next second it is cold and ruthless. This weird contradiction can actually appear in one person, and it instantly captures the two people's hearts.
Heart.
The so-called miraculous is nothing more than this.
If there is anything imperfect about him, it might be the missing eye, but this imperfection gives people a sense of natural fit, as if the galaxy is recognizing that he should only have one eye.
The condescending look in their eyes was the main reason why the two were speechless.
In the past, Space Marines have encountered many people of the Empire, whether ordinary people, primitive nobles, planetary guards, etc., when those people looked at them, it was like they were looking at gods.
But it was different now. This man looked at them like he was looking at ordinary people, plain and expected.
"Praise the Emperor!"
Su Ming deliberately posed and jumped off the mountain of corpses. After all, his goal was achieved by letting people see his brave image. It was disgusting to keep holding this big head up. This green-skinned man had a bit of bad breath.
He threw the technical head in his hand to the nun, walked up to the two of them and spoke easily.
The height difference between the two sides was more than double, but he didn't look up like ordinary people, he just looked forward calmly, as if their faces were at the waist of the power armor.
"Always praise!"
The priest secretly used his big crotch to push away the competing wolf master, and took the lead to take a step forward and speak.
Within the empire, there is a set of "cuts" between people, and fluent exchanges are required to prove loyalty. An encounter like this between strangers is regarded as an arrangement by the emperor, and it must be praised.
The joint incisions are aligned, and everyone is loyal, so we can give a little bit of trust and start talking about business.
"You guys came a little late. If it had been a little later, the nun and I would have killed all the enemies." Su Ming looked at the red wax ribbon on the priest's knee, which was filled with dense fragments of holy words, and quickly moved his eyes to
He picked up the bolt pistol on his waist and sounded like he was communicating with an acquaintance.
Not far behind him, the nun holding a big green head with a diameter of more than 70 centimeters turned her head away in shame. In fact, her contribution was minimal and she was just someone who shared a little honor.
"You can't kill all the monsters in this world." The Wolf Lord came over. His gray hair was tied into pigtails. According to Fenris's aesthetics, his long beard was also tied into several braids: "Can you ask for help?
Wasn't it you who made the signal?"
Su Ming's eyes fell on the Wolf Lord's lightning claws again. The sharp three-fingered long metal claws were densely covered with blue current. Even though the Wolf Lord had his hands on his hips, they still made a crackling sound, which made people think about the power of this weapon.
Where is the power switch?
"It is only a matter of time before we kill all the enemies of mankind. And I am afraid you have misunderstood. It is indeed me who sent the signal, but I am only informing the galaxy, and random people can come to witness and share my glory. It is never a request for help."
He patted his breastplate and showed to the two of them that he had entered and exited the battlefield several times and killed the boss of this small army, but there was not a single wound on his body, not even a splash of blood.
Gunnar's eyes widened and he grinned.
It turns out that the emergency signal of the relay station is still used in this way? Notifying the Space Marines to witness their glory? How proud and confident is this?
The key is that I still can't tell what's wrong.
One's fighting performance is indeed worthy of pride, and a warrior should be like this, drinking from a big bowl, eating large pieces of meat, and showing off loudly after killing all the enemies.
There are similar activities within the wolf group. After each victory in the battle and return to the Long Tusk Fortress, the warrior with the most enemy kills in the company will ride a giant wolf in circles around the fortress, receiving everyone's attention and congratulations.
Putting aside everything else, Gunnar's first impression of the stranger was quite good. He felt that he looked very much like a Fenrisian:
"Haha! Well said, we have all seen your bravery and pride, and I believe Father Quan will also see it."
After Gunnar finished speaking, he realized that he was bald and glanced at the nun covertly.
Saying that the emperor is a human being in front of a mad woman will undoubtedly be considered heresy, and I'm afraid the church will target her again.
Several initial chapters generally believed that the Emperor was a human being, and they addressed him as 'All Father' during internal conversations or prayers; and under the influence of the propaganda of the state religion, the vast majority of Imperial citizens, including those established after the Second Great Reorganization
The Space Marine Chapters all believed that the Emperor was a god.
"What is your motive in saying that God is a weak mortal?"
'Our father must be said to be God, do we agree?'
This has become a historical issue between the several initial war groups and the Ecclesiastical Church, and no one is willing to give in. The Mechanicus is watching the fire from the other side, happily rubbing their handicrafts at home, and hugging the Dragon of Mars that they believe in tightly.
But Efilar was different from any battle sister that Gunnar had seen before. She seemed not to hear, she just lowered her head and opened the technological goggles on the green-skinned head.
Priest Ophis also obviously noticed this. He frowned slightly, but the skull mask completely covered his face. No one noticed his little expression. He changed the hand of the double-headed eagle power ax,
He raised his arm and pulled off his dark green hood:
"Young man, what is your name? Where are you from?"
Su Ming glanced at him with a half-smile, the dark clouds in the sky became darker, and acidic rain gradually fell, and the air seemed to become a little fresher:
"I'm not young. You can just call me Deathstroke. The name is just another code name."
Hearing such a mysterious answer, the priest was silent for a moment, but the chaotic roars of the orcs came from behind him, so he gave up on further investigation.
After the boss dies, the remaining greenskins will quickly fall into chaos. Without the blessing of waaagh! stance, they seem to suddenly not know how to fight. Some will fight to the end, and some will flee the battlefield, regroup and fight through
Wrestling elects new leaders, and then comes a comeback.
The battle between the Space Marines and the aliens has lasted for who knows how many years. They have a deep understanding of the characteristics of each race and will not give these greenskins a chance to regroup. The top priority is to kill the brothers who are cooperating with the company and kill all the nearby greenskins.
Surround and annihilate.
Next, the relay station will be used as a base, a frontline fortress will be established, and the greenskin corpses nearby will also need to be cleaned up.
In other words, a lot of fuel needs to be wasted to burn the body, and the ground must be turned up and burned several times.
The priest glanced at the Wolf Lord and nodded to the man who called himself Deathstroke: "Do you want to come with me? The battle is not over yet."
"Are you planning to stick to the relay station? Deploy the orbital transmission device? In that case, I just want to find a place to rest with my friends for a while." Su Ming saw through the logic of his behavior. This is fine, as long as the technology sergeant arrives and brings him
Come to the communication terminal and you can check the empire information through the nun's internal identity.
Without waiting for the priest to lead the way, he tilted his head towards Efilar behind him. The woman held the big green-skinned head like a birthday peach and followed behind him.