Soshyan guessed right. The biggest problem for Loken now is how to end it, or how to end it decently.
Although the traitors have been completely eliminated, they have also caused very serious losses of personnel and equipment, and if there are losses, someone must take responsibility.
There is no such thing as force majeure and innocence in the empire. As long as you look for it, you can always find places where you have failed in your duty. Moreover, Loken himself also feels that man-made disasters are the main factor for this matter to be so big this time.
But the most troublesome thing now is that all the main responsible persons are dead, so in principle, Technical Priest Loken, who is the second in command of the orbital station, naturally becomes the best person to take the blame.
He could completely imagine what would happen next.
Those people would get him back to the ground from the orbital station, and as soon as he landed, he would be arrested and stripped of all his powers.
What follows is an unfair trial in which he will not be given any chance to plead, and all crimes will be triggered according to the heaviest sentencing.
All of his personal belongings will be confiscated, including his cat ear health servitor (crossed out).
Then he will be stripped of his red robe, his gear necklace, and all mechanical appendages will be removed, and he will be declared deprived of his identity as a member of the Cult of Mechanicus.
Then, he will be sent to a modification factory to undergo a cruel frontal lobotomy, and those who hate him will even make more extreme modifications.
"...No! I don't want to be turned into a rectal massage servitor by those perverted bastards! Omnissiah is on top! That, that's just..."
Looking at the crying Mechanicus priest in front of him, Soshyan realized that his popularity must be very low, so that someone would be ready to kill him anytime, anywhere.
If such a mechanical cultist were allowed to join, what would be the consequences?
"Priest Loken, I sympathize with your situation, but..."
Soshyan shook his head.
"...the Adeptus Astartes is not a refuge, it is a group that is ready to sacrifice everything for the Empire and humanity, just like our more than seven hundred brothers who died in the war."
"I, I am also willing to sacrifice everything for humanity and the way of Omnisiah!"
Loken hurriedly held the mechanical gear on his chest with both hands.
"If you, my lords, had not come, I would have used my final authority to destroy the entire orbital station to ensure that the Glory Saber would not fall into enemy hands!"
Soshyan looked at Loken, and he was probably convinced that what the other party said was true.
But none of this matters.
"This will be a difficult and difficult road. Once you embark on it, there will be no turning back. Have you really thought about it, Priest Loken?"
"I have decided, my lord! No, Chapter Master!"
Loken nodded vigorously without any hesitation.
"Okay, then I, the Chapter Master of the Astral Knights Chapter, Soshyan Alexey, invite Brother Loken to join the Astral Knights Chapter as the technical priest of the Spark."
"Thank you very much! Thank you very much!"
Loken nodded frantically like a chicken pecking at rice. Suddenly he suddenly remembered something and hit his head hard with a gear.
"Damn! I almost forgot about that!"
He raised his head and said to Soshyan:
"Chapter Leader, I almost forgot something. It was left by my mentor. It is said to be... well, a finely crafted long sword customized by a chapter leader a hundred years ago. The mentor put a lot of effort into it. Originally, it was... I wanted to send this batch of supplies to the Obsidian Fortress, but before completing the last step, the mentor... But I have already completed the last step!"
As he spoke, he pointed his hand towards Warehouse No. 5.
"Chapter Commander, please follow me."
Soshyan really didn't expect such an unexpected gain. After he followed Loken into Warehouse No. 5, he found that there were a large number of ordnance piled up here, but it seemed that they were all weapons used by mortals, and the largest number of them was the star realm. A standard laser gun used by the military.
In the deepest part of the warehouse, there was a separate compartment. Loken opened the compartment with his biometric code, and Soshyan had to bend down to squeeze in.
But after entering, his eyes were immediately attracted.
In the stagnant position at the end of the compartment, there was a red long sword floating, which looked like a stream of flowing magma from a distance.
It is one-quarter longer than the power swords used by the Astartes, but is also one-third narrower, making it appear slightly slender and elegant.
Soshiyang walked closer to observe and found that the blade of the long sword was made of unknown materials. The metal surface had wonderful patterns like rolling flames. There was a thin blood groove on the central axis of the long sword. From the sword The tip extends all the way to the guard handle.
The hilt is shaped like an eagle's wings spread out and burning, and the hilt is wrapped with circles of golden coils. You can tell it has been carefully crafted.
"My instructor didn't tell me much about this sword. He just told me that it's called the Holy Flame Sword. The materials used are provided by the Astral Knights. The stance generator on it can create extremely high power when activated. temperature, and if the surrounding environment is also high, it can automatically obtain energy... But what concerns me most is that this sword can be connected to the constant temperature system of the power armor through the isothermal coil on the hilt, and conduct heat to user……"
Loken looked at the sword and scratched his head.
"... You must know that the temperature when the stand is activated can directly carbonize a person. Even if the temperature transmitted is only a very small part, it is enough to make a person faint from the heat. I don't quite understand the meaning of this function. This part is me It was installed according to the instructor’s wishes.”
Hearing this, Soshiyang had a thought in his mind, and he realized that this sword, which had been made a hundred years ago, was definitely not what the chapter leader at that time wanted to use.
But it was left for him to use a hundred years later!
Whenever he uses the powerful ability of gray marrow, those biomass metals will absorb the heat from his body crazily. This absorption speed cannot even be compensated by the constant temperature system of the power armor.
But with the Sheng Yan Sword as an additional "heater", the time he can use the gray marrow will be greatly extended, and he will no longer be in the embarrassment he had just before the battle.
"Its meaning..."
Soshiyang stretched out his hand, reached into the stasis position, broke through the slight resistance and grasped the hilt of the Sheng Yan Sword.
"It's big."
The moment he dragged the sword out of the stasis stance, Soshyan's thumb brushed the runes of the stance generator, and the blade of the sword was suddenly covered with a layer of crimson mist with a low groan.
"Hot, hot, hot!"
The moment the stance was activated, the heat wave spread out in all directions with Soshyan as the center. Loken felt as if he was in the melting pot of Ma'kande 2, and immediately jumped back, but the edge of his robe was still there. Her hair was charred and frizzy due to the heat.
Soshiyang looked at the long sword. The heat wave could be felt even through the power armor, and even the air was distorted as far as he could see.
At the same time, there was a heat that spread up along his arms and reached his neck.
Sweat immediately broke out from his skin, and Soshyan turned off the stance generator.
Turning around to see Loken huddled in the corner, wiping sweat, Soshyan immediately realized that he had almost cooked him, so he said apologetically:
"Sorry, I didn't notice that the space here is too small."
"No, it's okay. Is this Sheng Yan Sword still handy?"
"Excellent."
"That's great. I believe that in your hands, Chapter Master, he will be able to drink the blood of the enemies of the empire."
Loken said, taking off a scabbard from the wall on the side and holding it in front of Soshyan with both hands.
"Will do."
Soshiyang nodded slightly, then put the sword into its sheath and hung it on his waist.
