Inside the Shadow-pattern Stormbird, Sasebo Tezuka, clad in Cataphractii Terminator armor, followed Lord Ramsey as they flew toward Raven Nest No. 92.
He noticed that Lord Ramsey's face looked sharper than usual, like the mountains flashing past the narrow viewport.
Sasebo Tezuka's eyes naturally took in the four members of the Honor Guard beside his lord.
Their armor was vastly different from before, making their bodies look even larger than they had in the past.
Tartaros-pattern Terminator armor.
The armor in the 10th Battalion's armory consisted mainly of Mark II Crusade-pattern Power Armor, and the same had been true among the Honor Guard.
In the past, only he and one other person had worn the Saturnine Terminator Prototype.
This was the first time Terminator armor had entered the 10th Battalion on a large scale.
The ones equipped with them were all viscounts who had mastered the power of flesh bestowed by Father.
Sasebo Tezuka's eyes deepened, thoughtful.
Aside from my lord, the other Court Viscounts can't do as he does, burrowing into another person's fleshly body together with their armor.
Not wearing armor would greatly reduce their defense, so my lord's idea was to adopt a feasible compromise?
Flesh as armor?
Sasebo Tezuka's gaze finally fell on the pauldrons of the Tartaros-pattern Terminator armor. They carried on the familiar Cataphractii pauldrons, both using a large, multilayered protective design.
With a faint tremor beneath his feet, the Shadow-pattern Stormbird landed. Lord Ramsey and several members of the Honor Guard in Mark II Crusade-pattern Power Armor vanished silently into the shadows of the cabin and the Terminators.
Sasebo Tezuka rose out of habit and, together with the other Terminators, strode down from the Stormbird's protruding fuselage with heavy steps.
Knife-scraping wind and snow struck him head-on. After being filtered through his breathing