God Emperor’s Angel of Death

Soshian's hand that had already left the grip of the gun, after hearing Saul's words, held it again.

But to his surprise, the Said cultivator admitted it generously.

"Yes, we are not actually a subgroup of Imperial Fist."

After that, he turned to questioning:

"But Sollian Long you, is not what you claim, has been drifting in the subspace, right?"

Sol relieved.

He didn't speak, he didn't say anything.

At this time, the Said cultivator signaled Soshian to walk to the Scripture Lecture stage behind him, and reached out from the underside of the Scripture Lecture stage to take out a fist sized bright copper ball.

Soshian then placed it in the middle of the low table between them.

Sorwu raised his eyebrows at the old-fashioned holographic projection device. He took a step forward, and the power nail joints were humming.

Before he extended the hand, the Said cultivator opened the mouth and said:

"Captain Sol, we did not know each other. This encounter may be accidental. It may not be, but it is not important. You can leave and go anywhere, or you can look at this and get the answer you are looking for..."

Sol lifts the head.

"Then why give it to me?"

"Why."

The tone of the Said cultivator made this remark.

"For the God Emperor."

Saul looked at the iron coffin of the Said cultivator, those dark eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the thick metal plate, and the inside People meet with eyes.

"This is not the answer."

"I guess you want to ask, will knowing the truth make you lose your life?"

Nothing happens.

"Then let me ask you, Sol Taviz, if you were to die on this ship... would you care?"

The tenth company commander withdrew his hand , He took a deep look at the copper ball, then turned his gaze to the surrounding bookshelves.

"Can I take a look at these."

"Of course."

Soshian guided Sol to the contents of the bookshelf, and the other party's main concern was Information on the history of Imperium.

In the archives, apart from Chapter History, the most important thing is the historical archives of Imperium. As Space Marine, it may be of any identity before undergoing transformation.

The gangsters of the bottom nest capital, the Barbarian of Primitive World, or the miners of Forge World...

Because of Imperium’s blocking attitude towards knowledge, in addition to studying in the noble Academy like Soshian Most people have very vague attitudes towards Imperium, let alone the complicated and long history of Imperium.

So after becoming Space Marine, they must learn a "cultural course", the most important of which is to learn the history of the country.

Astral Knight was created very early, so the history of Imperium compiled in Chapter is more real and detailed than the overwhelming majority Imperium bureaucracy or the Academy. With the help of Servo Skull, Sol quickly collected A lot of files.

"Soshian Chapter is long, can you give me a separate room."

Holding bundles of sheepskin rolls, Thor sincerely requested the owner of this battleship.

"Of course."

Soshian then recruited a servant and asked him to take Sol to a separate Space Marine cabin, the upper deck of the Spark. There are many such rooms, after all. They only have twenty-odd people now, so they don't need much space.

"many thanks."

After the other party nodded to him, he followed the Chapter servant and left the archives.

When the door closed again, Saul turned to the Said cultivator.

"Venerable, I don't quite understand."

"What."

"Why do you trust him so much."

" Trust who."

"Sol Taviz."

The next second, the unique, shriveled laughter rang from the fearless speakers again.

"He he he, he? He's not Sol Taviz."

"What!?"

Soshian was stunned. Eyes, didn't expect the one who had been talking for so long was actually a fake.

"Then you..."

But then, Said cultivator's words made him realize that he had guessed wrong.

"Sol Taviz has long since died in the flames of the Eastvan III. This is just a vengeful soul enclosing his body, ten thousand years of hatred, ten thousand years of persistence. Nian, he has already twisted him into a terrible monster. He is no longer the tenth company commander, and he is no longer the lord of the dead eagle."

Seeing Soshian, he still looked puzzled. Said cultivator let out a long sigh.

"Soshian, do you think Astarte is really immortal?"

"Um... God Emperor gave us almost immortal life, at least for now, still There is no example of Astarte aging and dying."

"Yes, our body is so tenacious, but you know, Astarte has a lifespan in his heart, a long time It will kill our hearts a little bit, and every battle will make us more numb. We will gradually lose our desire to survive. When the void in our hearts is gradually enlarged, death will become the only motivation."

"This..."

Young Soshian can't imagine the terrifying of the years.

"Loyalty, vows, beliefs, these are not worth the consumption of time, can support an Astarte for ten thousand years, only obsession and hatred, that is extremely terrifying, and extremely pure power , Such a person, except for what he wants in his heart, will never do what he wants."

Said cultivator stepped forward and held the brass ball in his palm with his big hand.

"This is the reason why I choose to trust him, because I know that his heart is already filled with something else, and there will never be any chance of turning back."

"Even if he hasn't fallen."

Soshian glanced at the Scripture Lecture station, the secret hidden under it, and he was very upset until now.

"...it may also reveal our secrets."

"Don't worry, he has nowhere to go."

"Venerable, yours It means..."

"You are all too young, and the road ahead is extremely difficult, but I can't accompany you in battle anytime and anywhere. He will be a good guide."

The idea of ​​recruiting a veteran from ten thousand years ago made Soshian feel very strange.

even more how, will the other party agree?

Seemingly aware of Soshian's thoughts, the Said cultivator waved his arms.

"You don't have to think too much, he will come to us naturally in two days, and everything will be clear by then."

Speaking, the Said cultivator took heavy steps, He walked behind the Scripture Lecture stage, pressed a secret switch, and then the ground under his feet began to sink slowly.

At this moment, Soshian seemed to think of something, and suddenly asked loudly:

"Said cultivator, what is it that supports you for ten thousand years, is it hatred?"

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The Said cultivator slowly sinking into the ground did not reply.

It wasn't until most of his body sank to the ground that a ghostly whisper came from the speaker.

"No."

"What's that?"

"Regret."

Soshian chewed the word.

"Regret..."

"I failed to be loyal."

Ka-cha, the gap in the ground closed, and Soshian stood alone in the silence In the archive room, mixed feelings inside.