Soshyan's hand, which had originally left the handle of the gun, held it again after hearing Saul's words.
But what he didn't expect was that Brother Said admitted it openly.
"Yes, we are actually not a sub-group of the Imperial Fists."
Then, he turned to question:
"But Captain Thor, you haven't been drifting in the subspace as you claimed, right?"
Thor breathed a sigh of relief.
He didn't speak, he didn't say anything.
At this time, Brother Said gestured to Soshyan to walk to the lectern behind him, reached out and took out a fist-sized shiny copper ball from the secret compartment under the lectern.
Soshyan then placed it in the center of the low table between them.
Thor raised an eyebrow at the old-fashioned holographic projection device. He took a step forward, his power armor joints making a low noise.
Before he stretched out his hand, Brother Said said:
"Captain Sol, we don't know each other. This encounter may or may not be by chance, but it doesn't matter. You can leave and go anywhere, or you can look at this and get what you are looking for. Answer……"
Thor looked up.
"Then why did you give it to me?"
"Why."
Brother Said's tone made the words a rhetorical question.
"For the Emperor."
Thor looked at Brother Said's iron coffin. Those dark eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the thick metal plate and meet the eyes of the man inside.
"That's not the answer."
"I guess you want to ask, will knowing the truth cost you your life?"
Thor didn't react.
"So let me ask you, Sol Tarvitz, if you were to die on this ship... would you care?"
The Tenth Company Commander retracted his hand, took a deep look at the copper ball, and then turned his gaze to the surrounding bookshelves.
"Can I see these."
"certainly."
Soshyan directed Saul to the contents on the bookshelf. The other party was mainly concerned with information on the history of the empire.
In the archives, apart from the history of the Chapter, the most important thing is the historical archives of the Empire. As a Space Marine, before undergoing transformation, he may have any identity.
Gangsters in the lower hives, barbarians in the primitive world, or miners in the forge world...
Because of the empire's closed attitude towards knowledge, except for people like Soshyan who had studied in aristocratic colleges, most people had a very vague attitude towards the empire, let alone the complex and long history of the empire.
So after becoming Space Marines, they must learn a "cultural course", the most important of which is to be familiar with the history of the Empire.
Since the Astral Knights were founded very early, the imperial history compiled within the Chapter is more authentic and detailed than most imperial bureaucracies or academies. With the help of the Servo Skull, Thor quickly collected a lot of file.
"Captain Soshyan, can you give me a separate room?"
Holding bundles of parchments in his arms, Thor made a sincere request to the owner of this battleship.
"certainly."
Soshyan then recruited a servant and asked him to take Thor to an independent Space Marine cabin, the upper deck of the Starfire. There were many such rooms. After all, they only had more than 20 people now, so they didn't use much space.
"Thank you."
After the other party nodded gratefully to him, he followed the battle group servants and left the archives.
When the door closed again, Thor turned to Brother Seid.
"Sir, I don't quite understand."
"What."
"Why do you trust him so much?"
"Who to trust."
"Saul Tarvitz."
The next second, the unique, dry laughter sounded from the fearless speaker again.
"Hahaha, him? He's not Sol Tarvitz."
"What!?"
Soshyan's eyes widened in shock. He didn't expect that the person he had been chatting with for so long was actually an impostor.
"Then you..."
But then, Brother Said's words made him realize that he had guessed wrong.
"Sol Tarvez has long since died in the flames of Isstvan III. This is just a vengeful spirit wearing his body. Ten thousand years of hatred and ten thousand years of obsession have long twisted him into a He killed a terrifying monster, and he is no longer the tenth company commander, nor is he the Lord of the Death Eagle."
Seeing that Soshyan still looked puzzled, Brother Said let out a long sigh.
"Soshyan, do you think the Astartes are truly immortal?"
"Well... the Emperor has granted us near-immortal life. At least until now, there are no examples of Astartes dying of old age."
"Yes, our bodies are so tough, but you know, the hearts of Astartes have longevity. The long time will wear away our hearts bit by bit. Every battle will make us stronger. With numbness, we will gradually lose the desire to live, and when the hole in our hearts gradually enlarges, seeking death becomes the only motivation."
"this……"
Young Soshyan could not imagine the horror of the years.
"Loyalty, oaths, beliefs, none of these can withstand the consumption of time. The only thing that can sustain an Astartes for ten thousand years is obsession and hatred. They are extremely terrifying and extremely pure power. Such a person, except for him If you want what you want in your heart, you won’t think about it any more.”
Brother Said stepped forward and held the brass ball in his big hand.
"This is the reason why I choose to trust him, because I know that his heart has been filled with something else, and there will never be a chance of turning back."
"Even if he wasn't corrupted."
Soshyan glanced at the pulpit. The secret hidden under it made him feel very uneasy until now.
"...It's also possible that our secrets will be leaked."
"Don't worry, he has nowhere to go."
"Sir, what do you mean..."
"You are all too young, and the road ahead will be extremely difficult and dangerous, but I cannot accompany you to fight anytime and anywhere. He will be a good mentor."
The idea of recruiting a veteran from ten thousand years ago made Soshyan feel very strange.
What's more, will the other party agree?
Seemingly aware of Soshyan's thoughts, Brother Said waved his arms.
"You don't have to think too much. He will naturally come to us in two days and everything will be known by then."
As he spoke, Brother Said walked behind the lectern with heavy steps, pressed a secret switch, and then the ground under his feet began to slowly sink.
At this time, Suoshiyang seemed to think of something, and suddenly asked loudly:
"Brother Said, what is it that has sustained you for ten thousand years? Is it hatred?"
Brother Said, who slowly sank to the ground, did not reply.
It wasn't until most of his body sank into the ground that a ghostly whisper sounded from the speaker.
"no."
"what is that?"
"Pity."
Soshyan chewed the word.
"Pity……"
"I failed to be loyal."
With a click, the gap in the ground closed, and Soshyan stood alone in the silent archives room, with mixed feelings in his heart.
