In the next two days, the interior of the Starfire seemed particularly calm, although all the battle brothers already knew about the addition of a Captain of the Emperor's Children from ten thousand years ago on the ship.
But before Soshyan expressed his stance, they could only keep their thoughts to themselves.
It's still training and praying every day, but in this mechanical and boring life, there are many more battle brothers who go to the archives to check information than before.
Of course Soshyan knew why everyone suddenly became "loving reading".
But he had no better way but to wait.
During this time, Thor stayed in his cabin, never going out or letting anyone in, not even the servitor.
Finally, when the timer jumped to zero o'clock on the third day of standard Terran time, the door to Thor's cabin opened.
He went straight to the archives, where Soshyan and Brother Seid were already waiting for him.
Soshyan was a little surprised when he saw Saul Tarvez reappearing after the door opened.
This single-handed warrior on the hulk, in his damaged armor, looked like a withered and shriveled corpse abandoned on the battlefield, dejected and in a daze.
The scrolls and books that had been thumbed were in his arms.
Captain Saul walked to the desk step by step, placed the files on it, and then turned to Wuwei in front of the lectern.
"I never imagined that the empire would become like this."
"No one expected it."
"Perhaps as the Warmaster once said, He will eventually leave us, but I didn't expect that the empire's fate would continue in such a cruel and tragic way..."
"Fate is a cunning enemy."
"Yes, fate is indeed a cunning enemy."
Then there was another moment of silence, and then Saul said to Soshyan:
"Sorry, I hid something from you. I already know the outcome of the Battle of Terra. The last moment in my memory is not M31.014, but M36.097."
"Then how did you appear on that hulk."
Thor was silent, obviously unwilling to answer.
Soshyan looked at Brother Said, but the other man raised his arm to signal him not to speak yet.
"The Empire you knew has changed beyond recognition, Sol Tarvitz, so have you made up your mind? Let's put an end to this boring charade."
Brother Seid took out the brass ball again.
"That's it."
Thor took the brass ball and gently pressed the button on it. Immediately, along with a beam of light, a light green three-dimensional image appeared above the brass ball.
In the image, a dark golden badge with an animal head and an eagle body, two wings and four legs was slowly rotating, and lines of detailed text appeared below it.
Sol, who was originally a little depressed, almost dropped the copper ball when his hand shook after seeing the first line of text.
When there were more and more words, the expression on his face became more complex, and his brows became even more crowded.
During this process, no one spoke, and deathly silence surrounded the archives. Only the slight buzzing of the servo skull as it drifted by proved that time was still flowing here.
It wasn't until ten minutes later that Sol closed the brass ball.
"you……"
He glanced at Soshyan and Brother Said, and hesitated for a long time but didn't know what to say.
"I guess you already have the answer."
Brother Seid withdrew the brass ball, and the voice from the loudspeaker became muffled.
"You have come into contact with a secret that even the Primarchs had to forget, Captain Thor."
"I have also thought about what happened to the two missing legions."
Thor took a deep breath to calm down his tumbling mood.
"But I never thought that one day I would encounter the survivors and descendants of the disappeared legion. To be honest, I regret it a little. These memories are not a good thing."
"You already know that."
Brother Seid's wizened laugh echoed through the archives.
"There's no turning back."
Thor shook his head.
"it's not true."
"oh?"
"I am still not sure of the authenticity of what you said. Your plan is more like a conspiracy than a plan. The Death Eagle may no longer exist, but this does not mean that we give up fighting the enemies of the Emperor. , no matter what the situation.”
As he said that, Sol glanced at Soshyan, and that suspicious look hurt him deeply.
"No!"
Soshyan clenched his gauntlet tightly, then took Thor's sword off his waist and smashed it on the table.
"If you doubt our loyalty, then settle it with the sword! If you defeat me, you can go wherever you want."
"good."
Thor decisively picked up the sword on the table.
A duel broke out, and the soldiers who received the news quickly gathered at the training ground. They didn't know what happened.
However, the duel between the two warriors will not end because of doubts. When everyone gathered, Soshiyang and Thor were already standing on the metal ring, and both took off their power armor and put on their training uniforms. .
Thor turned sideways to face Soshyan, raised his sword with his right hand, and entered the battle with a very freehand gesture.
Soshyan held the sword in both hands and raised it on his right shoulder, slowly approaching his opponent.
The vault of the training ground suddenly seemed unusually quiet, as the two warriors circled each other, looking for gaps in each other's defenses.
There is nothing more to say, all this can only end in blood.
Without warning, Soshyan pounced on Thor, stabbing forward with the Holy Flame Sword, trying to take advantage of the length of the weapon to strike first.
But when he launched the attack, Thor had already anticipated his actions.
The Emperor's Son stepped aside, swung the sword hilt downward, and slapped the Holy Flame Sword away from his face.
Then, Thor lowered his body and dodged the sword that Soshyan turned and swung at his head.
The Shengyan Sword only hit the air, and in the next second, Thor hit Soshiyang hard on the side with his elbow, causing him to stagger back a few steps.
"Well……"
After Soshyan stood firm, he expected that the opponent would counterattack immediately, and hurriedly distanced himself from his opponent, but Sol just smiled and circled around him lightly.
When Soshyan was judging the direction of the opponent's attack, the opponent suddenly stepped forward and rushed towards him. The long sword was like a pounced poisonous snake, piercing Soshyan's abdomen like lightning.
Soshyan blocked the blow, turned his wrist so that his sword was pressed against Thor's blade, and swung towards his neck.
But the veteran from thousands of years ago once again anticipated this move and nimbly dodged his attack.
Seeing that the gap between the two sides' sword skills was too big, Soshiyang could only activate the gray marrow in his body again.
"Um?"
Feeling the chill rising from the depths of his soul, Thor narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he knew what happened to Soshyan, and then adjusted his posture, with the tip of the sword pointed downwards and the blade of the sword facing Soshyan.
Taking a deep breath and feeling the coldness flowing in his blood, Soshyan suddenly launched a counterattack.
The Holy Sword then forced Thor back step by step in a whirlpool of flashing steel.
"A warrior should not rely too much on forces that are not his own."
Thor shook his head, parrying a sharp thrust towards his stomach, then twisted his body and launched a lightning-quick counterattack towards his opponent.
This attack was very tricky, from an almost impossible angle.
Soshyan saw the blade cutting through the air and stabbing him. He tried to avoid it, but he still felt the blade bite into his body in a stinging pain.
The opponent controlled the force just right and only pierced his training uniform and his skin.
Soshyan retreated quickly, blood flowing along the hem of his training uniform, and then the chill in his blood helped him shield himself from the pain.
And his opponent pressed forward with a disappointed expression.
"If this is your highest level, Soshyan, then you might as well give up now."
"I was just about to say this to you, Thor."
Soshyan gasped, raising his sword again.
