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Crane's first question surprised Yin Zekiel—in his imagination, this mysterious new Primarch would probably ask about their battle plan here, as well as some details.

People in the Tribunal usually do this. They will not let go of any suspicious points, and they will often see the big from the small and start from the subtle.

Crane was different. His first question was: "How long have you been here?"

"...three weeks, my lord."

"Did you come here on the signal for support?"

"Yes, my lord. Before the planet's governor was hanged by the rebels, he used his private spaceship to broadcast a message for help to the universe, which was received by our ship."

"What is the reason for the rebellion of the rebels?"

This question made Yin Qi Kilton pause for a while, and he thought for about 30 seconds before answering cautiously. Considering the reaction power of the Astartes, this time is already quite long.

"I don't know, my lord. Actually, I don't care much why they rebelled."

His answer contained the characteristic indifference of the Astartes-no matter why you rebelled, and whether you wanted to or not, as long as you participated in the rebellion and became a traitor, you must die.

"Really? Maybe you should pay attention, Captain Yin Zekiel."

Crane sighed rarely.

"According to statistics, 40% of the rebellion is due to the inability to survive. The navy and army are like this, let alone the civilians? Whether you know it or not, Captain Yin Zekiel, the governors of most planets can It is seen as synonymous with corruption and incompetence."

"However, the Empire still needs them—because disloyalty is more unacceptable to the Empire than corruption and incompetence."

He calmly narrated almost profane words, without paying any attention to some unspoken rules in this empire. On the contrary, he is laying some bloody facts on the table.

"I say this not because I sympathize with them. In fact, I agree with you in the attitude towards traitors, Captain Yin Zekiel. It's just that I'm a person who likes to get to the bottom of most problems by nature. When a question arises, I just have to go after its answer."

"It's in my nature... It's a bit far away, let's get back to the point."

"The crashed transport ship was my masterpiece. There is also the wreckage of a Chaos Warband spaceship in the orbit of this planet. The leader is a few Death Guards. However, according to my investigation, the mortal rebels did not fight with the These Chaos traitors have had any kind of communication."

Yin Qijier flinched.

"Yes, that's the problem, Captain." Crane said slowly. "We live in a universe that cannot be speculated by common sense, and nothing can be a coincidence, so I want to say..."

He raised his head, his eyes overflowed with icy blue light, and a dense cold air gushed out from the void.

The terrifying coldness almost made Yin Zekiel's thoughts froze, but at this moment, his eye sockets felt hot, and blood gushed out, flowing straight down along the bright red tear stains, burning his skin. It also made him recover from the freezing cold.

what happened?

Before he had time to ask, he heard Crane spit out the last few words, with a sudden rage, cold like the whispers of the dead: "—Call your brothers, Captain Yin Zekiel. Our reinforcements are at The road was blocked."

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First came the pain.

as always.

Cordos thought, nothing unusual—he was used to it, but this time it might be a little serious. He coughed and got up from the ground, holding a chainsword that had been broken in two.

He glanced at his weapon regretfully,

He threw it aside, pulled out the combat dagger at his waist, and took a deep breath.

The air with the smell of blood and a strange sweet smell poured from the nasal cavity into the trachea, and then to his lungs. Cordos's drowsy head cleared up a bit, and he knew that this was the unique aura of the group of traitors who had thrown themselves into the arms of the Prince of Pleasure.

Disgusting breath.

In this uncomfortably sweet and musky scent, Cordos, the Ultramarines Legion, the Sergeant of the Emperor's Sword Chapter 'Kronos' Tactical Squad held his combat dagger, and rushed into the into the darkness ahead.

The first enemy he encountered was a traitor whose armor and body were almost fused together. His right hand was a pinkish-purple tentacle. There were long soft tentacles extending from the wrist, but it shone like a metal cold light.

The traitor held an unfortunate brother in his hand, and was being insulted by him at this moment, the vocal chords that were precisely picked out could not make a sound, and he could only make a ho-ho breath from his throat.

Both of his hands disappeared, blood was gurgling at this moment, but even so, he still didn't give up his intention to attack. The traitor took a fair amount of pleasure in it, uttering a steady stream of profanity in that disgusting voice, which made Cordos furious.

Gripping the dagger tightly, he rushed out of the darkness—both ends of the familiar corridor were now covered with blood, even the portholes, and the cold incandescent lights flickered overhead. The traitor heard his footsteps, and turned his head with startling rapidity.

The tentacle of the right hand tightened at this moment, turning into a sharp saber with soft flesh, stabbing towards Cordos' throat.

However, he made a mistake.

The poor soldier held by him on his left hand suddenly swayed his body, the effect of force is reciprocal, and in such a split second, the traitor lost his balance. A disabled person who lost his vocal cords and hands avenged himself.

The traitor fell to the ground, along with Cordos. He climbed up from the body of the dead traitor, drew out the combat dagger, and made up the knife without hesitation, until the whole face and throat of the bastard turned into a mass of rotten flesh, he came to the brother's side .

"...Dolls, it's me."

Cordos looked at him sadly—Dors trained with him and entered the Kronos tactical squad named after the missing first company commander. They were not brothers, but during these hundreds of years of fighting, The relationship between them has already surpassed the limit that mortals can imagine.

They can die for each other without hesitation, just to win.

The dying Dors stared at Cordos with his brown eyes, and he could no longer speak, only staccato gasps. Even so, Cordos could still understand what he wanted to say.

"I know." He whispered. "I'll kill a few more for you, for the Emperor, brother."

Dors closed his eyes and was out of breath.

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