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Zahariel suddenly felt a kind of tension, which was the physical instinct that Astartes would erupt when facing an unimaginable threat. And now, looking at the slowly moving wall of fog,

Every knuckle and brain cell of Zahariel was trembling and excited involuntarily, screaming loudly in preparation for battle.

The low tone of the horn.

As a psyker who has yet to develop his potential, Zahariel can actually understand the veterans' fears.

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For a moment, Zahariel thought this.

Then, he saw [fog].

A cry for death.

Caliban raised his hand. He wanted to say something, but the coating on his tongue was bitter: Thinking of the oppression he just felt, and then thinking about two such oppressions piled up on a mortal body, he

I feel like any words I say are feeble.

[No problem, Your Excellency...]

Soon, she found:

"Your temporary mission has ended, recruit. Next, we will take away this psyker. You and your people only need to hold on to this camp."

Why not Ahriman?

Why Morgan?

She was a little dissatisfied, a little...angry.

The roar of wild beasts.

She still lowered her head, because at least two veterans of the Dark Angels were staying in the cabin, and Morgan could feel their guns pointing at her. Those guns and ammunition exuded something bad for psykers.

breath.

It's so quiet...

Although he is still just a [new recruit], he already knows some of the rules in the legion.

Caliban turned his head, remembering the conversation he had experienced before.

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Zahariel stood there, raised his head, and just watched, watching the Storm Bird rise into the sky, move away, and finally disappear completely into the sky.

Morgan smiled. It was not a smile of joy, but a mixture of sarcasm and anger.

In the communication between only two people, Zahariel could hear the low-pitched affirmation of the Terran veteran hidden under the hood. What was strange was that he actually heard the words from the iceberg-like words.

The fearful trill.

"You are responsible for this matter, recruit. I will be responsible for supervision and records, as well as some last resort measures."

He knew what he should hear. He should hear an entire army of Randan's slaves advancing. He should hear the symphony of thousands of sword blades clashing with each other. He should hear the sound of tank tracks and cannon tires scratching the ground.

From the indentation, one should hear the dying struggles of thousands, even tens of thousands, of slaves.

but now……

In this world, in the Sabis galaxy, the Dark Angels are planning a big show, a big show that will change the script and actors anytime and anywhere.

Oh, and there’s also the classic [Hero Saves Beauty].

She likes it, very vulgarly.

While joking to himself, Morgan casually crossed out the scenes of several Dark Angel veterans in his script.

One correction here: Ran Dan’s celestial-level battleship is named [Battle Moon], not [War Satellite]
Chapter completed!