"Area security."
Soshyan reported on the communication channel that Sol also shouted the same thing.
The Crow Prince walked up to one of the pillars and rubbed his armored hand over its sculptured side.
"What did you hear?"
Soshyan did not answer at first. He listened carefully for a while.
"Only the sound of the wind."
He was very confused. Could it be that the original Savita could hear something hidden under the sound of the wind? Could he hear anything other than his own slow breathing and the sound of the pulse counter on the left side of his retina?
Soshyan blinked and turned off his retina screen.
At this time, he heard some extremely subtle noise, a sound that seemed slightly familiar to him.
"Wait, this is-"
Soshyan frowned.
"There is a disturbance in the subspace."
Savita's black eyes seemed to be glowing at this time. He stared at a wall in the distance, his gaze seemed to penetrate it.
"We're going to hurry-"
During the third minute of waiting in the main control room of the Star Castle, the sound of the gate activating announced the arrival of the person being waited for.
Golgri looked into the center of the smoke. Behind him were all the new recruits in the Chapter and his Honor Guard.
Soon, a figure appeared, wrapped in simple purple armor, the helmet was tucked under the arm of his left arm, revealing his tough and battle-scarred cheeks.
His body was covered with records of all the massacres and victories against the enemies of mankind engraved in Gothic script, and the floor creaked as he moved.
Then, he stopped five meters in front of Gorgli, and hit his chest hard with his clenched right fist, making a clanging sound.
"Think Tank Director Sarpedon reports to you, Chapter Master."
His voice was calm and calm, without any nervousness at all, just like the way the two of them met every day in the past.
Behind him, the veterans also lined up and saluted Gorgli neatly.
"you……"
Gorgli hesitated, then raised his hand to his collar, unlocked the helmet lock hidden there, and then took off his helmet.
An undisguised surprise appeared on his face, like a face that could only be carved from flawless marble.
In Gorgori's eyes, Sarpedon should be a calm, wise warrior.
"Sarpedon?"
he asked then, his strong voice tempered by suspicion.
"What exactly did you do?"
But the think tank director ignored the question.
"Everything I do is for the honor of the Chapter."
Slowly, but firmly, Gorgori drew his sword.
He neither chose a defensive stance nor issued a threat to the opponent.
Instead, he just grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands and stood the sword in front of him as he looked directly at the Librarian.
"I'm only going to ask you one question and only once, why are you rebelling?"
"Ah, in return I have something to ask of you, my brother,"
Sarpedon bared his sharp teeth with a tired sigh.
"Chapter Commander, please listen to me carefully. We are here to recapture the original body's sacred object, the Soul Spear. But just when we were about to succeed, the Mechanicus suddenly teleported to the interior of the Star Fortress and took away the soul. spear."
"Soul Spear?"
Gorgori had heard of this Chapter relic. It was once a warp vortex weapon used by the primarch Dorn during the Great Crusade. After the second founding of the army, it became the relic of the Soul Drinkers, but in Lost six thousand years ago, the Chapter has been searching for it.
"Yes, you should know the significance of the Soul Spear to the war group, but even so, we did not choose to conflict with the Mechanicus at the beginning. We only strengthened the defense of the platform and asked the Mechanicus to return the Soul Spear, but they did not They took away the soul spear and pointed a giant siege cannon at us. We were forced to board the ship and destroy the weapons of the Mechanicum in order to protect ourselves."
Hearing this, Gorgori was very surprised. This was obviously completely different from the report of the Mechanicus.
So his attitude softened a little.
"Then why do you want to kill the Tech Sages?"
"Because he refused to tell the whereabouts of the soul spear."
Sarpedon said these words in a matter-of-fact tone, but it sent a shiver down Golgory's spine.
"You didn't tell me beforehand?"
"The matter is urgent."
"Then you can choose to wait for me to come back before dealing with this matter."
"Sorry, I didn't think well."
"Then do you know that because of your actions, the war group has been declared excommunicated and rebellious by the Inquisition!"
As soon as these words came out, the recruits and veterans were in an uproar. Obviously not many people knew about this matter.
Sarpedon was silent for a moment, then nodded.
"Know."
"Now that you know it, why did you refuse the investigation by the Tribunal in the first place!"
The think tank director jerked his head up, his eyes seeming to burn.
"Because the Inquisition cannot represent the Empire! It cannot represent the Emperor! The souls of the Soul Drinkers only swear to the Golden Throne! Not those biting mad dogs! They have no right to judge us!"
Gorgori took a deep breath and lowered the tip of his sword.
"You are wrong, Sarpedon. Your thoughts are too dangerous. I cannot allow you to continue to lead the Chapter astray. Here, as the Chapter Leader, I announce the dismissal of your position as Director of the Think Tank, and Make an arrest."
The think tank director looked at him without making any move.
"Gorgli, do you know what you are doing?"
At this time, the pastor behind took a step forward.
"I know very well, Reverend."
Sarpedon shook his head.
"Sorry, I cannot obey. Your behavior is what really led the war group astray."
With that said, the think tank director drew his sword.
"Chapter Master Gorgri, in the presence of the Emperor and the Primarch, I challenge your command."
"very good."
The two former comrades faced each other with swords raised, and then rushed towards each other under the gaze of everyone.
It is one of the traditions of some Adeptus Astartes to engage in a duel for leadership when a subordinate questions the decisions of his superior.
Soon they were reduced to a blur of ferocious movement, slashes and thrusts so varied they looked like choreographed dances.
Gorgori twisted his sword back, and the silver steel blade shot out of the air, blurring into a crescent moon. Every slash he made hit Sarpedon's defense, and the power sword hit the think tank's His chainsword burst into flames, each strike delivered with unparalleled speed and power.
The movements of the two warriors were far beyond the limits of mortals, and their speed defied the eyesight of others.
But Gorgori was superior in combat skills after all. His ability to become the Chapter Leader was not just because of the favor of the previous Chapter Leader. His swordsmanship had long been among the best in the Chapter.
"We've never fought, have we?"
Gorgli's voice continued to come out from his clenched teeth.
Every few seconds, Sarpedon's armor and even his face would receive a fresh wound.
While he is fast enough to avoid death in Gorgori's hands, he is not skilled enough to perfectly defend against every blow.
"I've never liked swords."
The Librarian ducked and dodged the sword, then the chainsword poked out.
Gorgli then leaned back, his balance giving him supernaturally perfect movements. The whirling saw teeth only shattered the aquila decoration on his breastplate, barely enough to touch the surface of the ceramite armor.
