Chapter 947 302. The Nightmare of Cato Sicarius (3k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 947 302. The Nightmare of Cato Sicarius (3k)

Wake up from nightmare.

Cato Sicarius sat up with a gasp, his physiological function was calming down his too fast heart rate. He walked out of bed in silence, and the Land Traveling Titan projected his physiological data on the eyepiece. The result was not good.

.

A voice sounded in the light not far away, which was a desk, and Bjorn was sitting there. He seemed obviously not interested in sleeping: "Nightmare?"

"Nightmare."

Bjorn sneered, Sicarius was not angry, he knew that Bjorn was not laughing at him.

"Then, maybe you should take a lesson from me, Captain Sicarius."

Bjorn raised his eyebrows at him, raised a dagger he was grinding in his hand and showed it to him. He did not use a whetstone, but partially turned on the enhanced mode of the land-based Titan, using two fingers

Tormenting this dagger obtained from the Iron Warriors.

"Sleep was long ago not a necessity for us. I'm surprised that you slept so deeply."

After hesitating for a while, Sicarius chose to tell the truth: ".I was indeed just in a light sleep."

There was a clear change in Bjorn's expression, and he turned around so that he could face Sicarius: "Your nerve knot is not performing its role?"

"I'm not sure." Sicarius took off his helmet and touched his forehead. "The built-in array did not warn me."

From another corner of the room, a calm voice interrupted their conversation.

"Don't worry, Captain Sicarius, there is nothing wrong with you."

Mephisto's eyes seemed to be shining in the dark: "You just had a nightmare, that's all."

"But. I didn't want to enter deep sleep. I just wanted to take a short rest for twenty minutes. But Wen Zhen told me that I slept for three hours."

"Mephisto Think Tank." Sol Tavitz's voice sounded from the darkest corner of the room, very serious. "Are you sure your test results are correct?"

"I psionicly enveloped the entire ship, and their astropaths made contact with me. The warsmith tacitly approved of this, so—yes, I'm sure I'm right, Captain."

Mephisto fell silent, but his eyes still flickered in the darkness, and he stared closely at Sicarius.

"This actually makes the situation more complicated." Bjorn whispered. "Fortunately, we all agreed to the blacksmith's request to 'convenience surveillance', otherwise, who knows what would have happened? However, he was really

He was very honest and told us the reason for only arranging one room.”

"Honesty is indeed a rare quality, but he is too honest."

Bjorn chose to end with these words. He turned his head and stopped participating in the discussion, but he did not continue to sharpen the dagger. He would look back from time to time, but Sicarius did not notice this.

thing.

He returned to his bed and sat down, the nightmare scenes still flashing before his eyes. He remained silent, and his heartbeat gradually began to speed up again.

He didn't understand how he could dream of such a scene? Several fragmented scenes flashed quickly.

He saw torn flags, saw the dead stacked on top of each other. He saw himself killing terrified civilians and defense force soldiers with his sword. He also saw himself killing many Astartes wearing blue and white painted power armor. In

During this time, he kept laughing wildly.

This one alone was enough to scare him, but the next few were even more terrifying. He saw himself walking in a corridor covered with human skins, and blasphemous chaos patterns were smeared on every aspect of the corridor with blood.

.

He was walking slowly with a pure gold goblet inlaid with gems in his hand, which was full of blood. He pulled the cup closer, but he had no real feeling, but realized that he was drinking blood. Recalling this scene once again made Sicarius

I felt a little nauseous.

Then, he saw that he walked into a room full of innocent people and picked up a sharp knife with his hand.

What really woke him up from the nightmare was the face of Marius Calgar - he saw the ferocious and deformed face of his chapter leader, saw him wearing blasphemous armor, and the skull that had just been removed was on his

Piling up at his feet, he saw himself kneeling beneath Calgar, groveling before him and pledging fealty to the dark gods.

Sicarius closed his eyes and kept shaking his head, telling himself that it was not true.

That absolutely can't be true.

Did Honso's story have a certain impact on me? No, we discussed this matter a few hours ago. The history of this world has nothing to do with us, and I should not be affected by it. But

Confusion arose spontaneously, and at this moment, a loud noise came. Sicarius was horrified. Before he could figure out what happened, he wanted to draw his sword immediately to deal with the possible attack. However, a huge force

The force forced him to loosen his grip on the sword, and then, Mephisto's voice sounded from the darkness opposite him: "Quick!"

Bjorn stood up with a roar and rushed towards him, the aftermath of the force causing the poor chair to shatter. He pinned Sicarius firmly to the bed, followed by Sol Tarvitz.

Finally, the two land-based Titans were glowing with silver light, and the power enhancement function had been activated.

"Stop, stop! You-"

"——Don't talk, Sicarius!" Mephisto shouted sternly. "Calm down! Use the neural connection to tell the built-in array to turn on the self-test function!"

what's the situation?

Sicarius realized in an instant that something was not right. He frowned, stopped struggling, and then immediately did as he was told. Worry followed, and he asked in a low voice: "What happened, Mephisto Think Tank?"

?”

"Keep quiet, boy." Bjorn grinned and pressed him. "Don't say a word until the results are out - I mean it."

Sicarius pursed his lips and turned to look at Sol Tavitz. The latter slowly shook his head at him.

Emperor.

Cato Sicarius closed his eyes and sighed heavily. Sadness followed, making him almost shed tears.

The reaction of his companions had already made him realize something. The second company commander of the Ultramarines had an impulse to commit suicide at this moment. Although it was only for a moment and was quickly replaced by anger, this impulse was real.

Being existed for a moment.

——

An hour and a half later, the worried Sol Tavitz opened the room prepared for them by the Iron Warriors, and as expected saw the heavily armed Honso and a team of Iron Warriors led by him in the corridor.

He closed the door and nodded to the war blacksmith: "You can disarm, war blacksmith. I'm sorry for contacting you suddenly. I hope our methods did not frighten you."

Honso did not issue the order immediately. He looked at Sol Tavitz cautiously. It was not until a wave of psychic energy passed into his heart that he nodded slowly and made a gesture to let the Iron Warriors leave.

. But he still didn't put down the bolt gun in his hand.

"I personally am optimistic about technology but now is not the time to talk about that. How is he doing?"

"It's not good. There is nothing wrong with his soul, but he was marked by someone, or something marked him with the power of darkness, and sent him some memories. In other words, it was shared."

After hearing Tavitz's words, Honso narrowed his eyes and spoke in a bad tone.

"I just checked the ship database that was updated before departure. Thanks to the authority opened to us by the emperor's envoy, some taboo names can also be checked. The name Cato Sicarius is included in

Among them, he is a Chaos Warlord who worships Slaanesh, and he first rose to prominence by becoming the champion of that damned Marius Calgar."

He snorted coldly: "Damn traitor."

Tavitz rubbed his eyebrows to get rid of the strange feeling of fragmentation.

Marius Calgar's champion is that the former is a respectable man full of honor, and the latter is a glorious duty. He never thought that the combination of the two could become so blasphemous.

After a while, he said seriously: "In other words, our mission is likely to be obstructed by a Chaos Warlord."

"We'll crush him, Captain Tarvitz."

Honso answered equally seriously. "A weak traitor who bows under the skirt of the evil god cannot resist the power of steel. Believe me, Captain, we will ensure the completion of the mission at all costs."

"I hope so, but I have something else to say."

"Speaking."

"We'd better speed up the mission."

Sol Tarvitz pursed his lips worriedly. "According to the inference of Mephisto Think Tank, if Sicarius can be affected by this, it means that Bjorn and he are likely to be affected by the same effect."

The longer we wait, the worse the situation will be for us."

After hearing these words, Honso almost destroyed the nerves that allowed him to move his eyebrows. The extent of his frown was simply beyond the limits of human beings. Saul Tarvitz was sure that he saw his facial muscles trembling.

The war blacksmith put down the firearm in silence. After a while, he spoke seriously.

"Our mission is to place a beacon. That's it. It's very simple. So far, the mission has gone very smoothly. There have been no problems with the Astropath's guidance, and we have not encountered any enemies in the subspace. If

As expected, we will arrive at our destination in fifty-three Terra hours, but now, I think we'd better be on alert."

"Understood, blacksmith - in addition, please send more manpower to monitor us." Tavitz shook his head. "I'm worried that this kind of thing will happen one after another. By then, we will need additional manpower."

"I will."

Honso replied seriously.

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