Chapter 159 Capture the Tauren Alive

"Come out," Gray said to the three remaining Astartes, who he could see hiding in the room to the right, one with an EMP bomb and the other two with melta bombs.

"My task is not to kill you all. You see, I didn't kill your combat brothers."

Gray continued to persuade, his eyes swept over all the Astartes around him.

Everyone's vital signs are still there. Although some are missing arms and legs and some are fainted, no one has died.

These guys are really tenacious, even those with missing arms and legs are still holding bolt guns and shooting, but these shots are all intercepted by the reactivated gravity shield.

As if they felt that there was really no need to die, the three Astartes still walked out of the room, but they did not raise their hands in surrender.

"I remember you, you are a Praetorian, you attacked us," said one of the Astartes.

"There's no need to waste your brain cells remembering this. If the Lord of Tyrone didn't execute you but let you go, you will definitely be replaced with related memories." Gray shook his head, "Now you want to fight for the governor of this world to the end Do you want to die, or do you want to get rid of this stupid thing completely?"

The three Astartes looked at each other and fell silent.

"Send down ten teleportation protection devices." Gray ordered to the communicator.

Afterwards, the ten transmission protection devices were sent down by the cruiser on the track.

Gray put the protective gear on the Astartes, and then ordered the communicator: "Teleport them into the prison."

After speaking, Gray turned and walked towards the passage.

...

Odd and Ellen hiding in the third underground floor already knew what happened on the ground, and they could see clearly from the monitor.

Judge Ellen is not the calmest one now, but Odd is.

Because Odd has accepted his impending fate with joy, he sits in a chair and drinks his treasured wine, ready to die generously.

Ellen turned around in a hurry. He was not sure whether the guard who suddenly rushed into the manor would kill himself, and he could only hope that he would not.

"A person like Governor Tyrone, if placed in a relatively peaceful period of the empire, would definitely be directly encircled and killed?" Ode took a sip of his wine, and his tone was light, as if he was not Governor Ellen.

"Absolutely." Ellen nodded in agreement, "But he just found this opportunity, and you just can't do anything with him at this opportunity."

Hearing this, Ode took another sip of his wine and sighed, "The sky is high, my god is far away, buddy."

Ellen wanted to say something more, but then he saw a beam of light drilled from the gate, and this beam gradually cut a hole in the gate that could be entered and exited.

The two saw a Janissary enter through the hole.

"In the name of Lord Tailong, I..."

"No need to announce it, just execute it."

Ode looked at Gray indifferently while holding the wine bottle. This generous attitude of going to death stunned Gray for a moment. After the two sides looked at each other for two seconds, Ode's head was blown off by a shotgun laser.

Gray turned his head to look at Inquisitor Ellen. There was nothing on this man to prove his identity.

"I'm a judge, and I'm investigating plagues in this world... these are none of my business." Ellen explained nervously.

"Okay." Gray nodded and put down his hand and ordered to the communicator, "I still have one person here, and send us to the cruiser together. In addition, the cruiser is ready to return."

"The teleportation device has detected that the person in front of you is not wearing a teleportation protection device. Would you like to continue teleportation?"

"Yes, continue to send."

"Received, the transmission begins."

...

after an hour.

Tyrone galaxy, inside a cruiser docked in the star port.

"That hive world has no orbital defense weapons, and no battleships. I took a cruiser to reach the orbit."

"Then I had to engage the ten Astartes, but I didn't kill them, I put them in the ship's prison."

"There is another judge. I know his body is still useful, so I didn't kill him. I just sent him an unprotected teleportation."

"..."

Gray followed Qin Mo to the cruiser's prison, telling the details of his operation while walking.

Beside the two was another - Chapter Master Foros of the Wailers.

Foros listened to the details of Gray's narration, with a complicated expression and remained silent.

"When I entered the building and was discovered, my first reaction was to kill these Astartes, but I didn't do that." Gray explained why he didn't kill those Astartes, "They are Astartes after all. Special, they are the same people as the leader of Foros, they all fought for mankind, it would be a pity to die in this matter."

When Foros heard this, he gave Gray a white look.

Qin Mo shook his head and said, "They are tauren, they are different from Foros Chapter Commander."

"What is a tauren?" Gray asked puzzled.

"Astartes of the Minotaur battle group, their logo is a bull's head." Qin Mo said.

Hearing this, Gray looked at Foros, saw that he was not in a good mood, and immediately speculated that there was a possibility that there had been conflicts between the Minotaur and the Wailers.

Qin Mo's trip was not to avenge the Weepers, nor did he want to be a peacemaker. He just wanted to know why the Minotaur Astartes appeared in the star area.

The three soon came to the prison.

The ten Astartes who had been healed were held in a laser-sealed metal prison, and they sat around together looking dejected.

The Astartes followed the sound of footsteps, and then froze.

"Foros..."

"Why are you here? Did you join this group of heretics?!"

"What are they doing to you? You bastards!"

"Why are you in Tyrone? I thought you were all dead!"

"..."

Foros remained silent, recalling some things involuntarily in his mind.

In the Badab War more than 80 years ago, the entire battle group was tied to a chariot by Huron in a daze, and then fought a big battle with the Minotaur war group.

It turned out that the Minotaur won.

Thinking of this incident, Foros felt that he was about to commit black anger, but he couldn't scold those people who had enemies with him in front of him, because Huron's incident was the fault of the weepers.

Foros was in a very complicated mood and just kept silent.

"Although you cursed defective products are poor and unlucky, you still have some wealth. We have gained a lot after that war." An Astartes stood up and grinned at Foros, "You Those weapons and battleships are quite comfortable to use, don't worry about them, they are fine with the new owner."