In fact, Soshyan came to Malakin for nothing important.
This period of time has been relatively calm. In addition to handling some war group and alliance affairs, the most common thing Soshiyang does is to learn from Malakin——
In those days not long ago, he concentrated on sketching for many days, but suddenly he was troubled by a problem.
"Brother Soshyan."
Soshyan raised his head, he was so deep in thought that he didn't even notice that Malakin had come to his side.
"Why are you sitting so still?"
"I originally planned to make a statue to commemorate...someone, but halfway through the painting I realized that the work required a level far beyond my own. I felt it was arrogant, as if I was deliberately devaluing my skills. .”
"Ha, your work is..."
Malakin glanced at Soshyan's work and saw that it was a woman.
"she is...."
"My biological mother."
"We have transcended him and other mortals."
Malakin said meaningfully.
"These mortal ties must be left behind."
The Lamenters Chapter Master placed his strong hand on Soshyan's shoulder.
"I once forgot about them, but I remembered them later, but recently...I can't remember their faces more and more."
"It's like this. Even after surgery and hypnosis, some people will forget everything, while others will still remember... If you value your parents so much, then you will never completely forget them. .”
"Then do you remember?"
Malakin's face softened to the point where it was almost like a normal person.
"No, brother, I can't remember anything before my blood ceremony... For me, I only have the memory of being an Astartes, now let me look at the sketch you drew Well, you want to make a bronze statue?"
"Yes, I think copper would be a good material, but I'm going to use ribbon for the back, if I can get it into the right shape... When I was a kid, I loved how they came with it. The way the wind blows, I hope I can find a way to recreate that.”
Malakin picked up Soshyan's drawing board, and on the first page there were soft charcoal drawings of sculptural hand details.
Then he made a sound of approval.
"You draw well. You have talents. They will gradually show up as you receive training."
Then he turned to another page.
"For example, this face..."
Suddenly, he frowned.
"I see."
Malakin nodded, thoughtfully, and then said to Soshyan:
"You come with me."
They walked to the edge of the room, and in a niche on the side stood a tall copper cylinder with a beautiful painting engraved on it: angels and giant beasts grappling with each other, hunting each other in the forest.
This painting is exquisite, with both beasts and angels showing detailed expressions.
"It's just beautiful."
Soshyan admired from the bottom of his heart.
"As long as you study hard, you may be able to make such a work one day, but I'm curious, why... the characters you created basically have no expressions?"
Hearing Malakin's words, Soshyan was stunned for a moment.
He took a look at his work and it seemed that this was indeed the case, but he didn't know why.
Malakin was silent for a long time, and suddenly said softly:
"Maybe it's just a guess... I think you tried to regain mortal emotions, but in fact you have lost it forever."
"Why? It sounds like—"
Malakin suddenly turned around and looked at Soshyan, asking questions word for word.
"Brother Soshyan, have you had any dreams recently?"
"Well....."
Soshyan paused for a moment, then shook his head.
Then, the Abyss Watcher looked at him and suddenly sighed.
He turned around and walked to the cabinet and took out a stack of old playing cards from an iron box wrapped in cloth. Soshyan knew that these cards were called tarot cards and were often used for divination.
Each card features a meticulously drawn image of a noble figure, filled with vibrant colors and stunning detail.
"The director of the think tank often said that the waves of the vast ocean are ever-changing, and the impact they bring rises and falls. The roaring waves can turn into tiny streams in the blink of an eye, and the gentle water surface can suddenly stir up violent typhoons. Everyone Its power can vary greatly in a single thought, it is like a fickle lover, its likes and dislikes are as fleeting as a firefly in the dark night."
"The Warp is truly an elusive realm."
Malakin smiled slightly and tapped the stack of gold-backed cards with his fingers.
"The Emperor is also in the Warp, so is He also so elusive?"
"This - I can't say."
"So let's play a game."
Afterwards, the leader of the Lamenters Chapter used incredible flexibility to skillfully stack the pile of cards into a pyramid and sit on the edge of the desk.
"Sailors often say they have two spouses, one is the wife of the house and the other is the universe. Both are jealous, and it is said that every sailor is killed by one of them. Both are dangerous. The point is How to anticipate those moments and capture them in time before they fade.”
"So this is a divination?"
"No, it's a game."
Before he finished speaking, Malakin suddenly slapped the table hard.
The card pyramid suddenly collapsed, and the cards fell to the ground one by one. Many knights, kings and princesses formed a crazy whirlpool.
Soshiyang's eyes moved, and his hand suddenly stretched out like a probing snake, grabbing a gold-rimmed card from the air.
Then he turned the cards over.
The card shows a sacred image holding a blazing sword in the right hand and a ball with an eagle in the left hand. An angel flies above the image, blowing a golden trumpet with a silk banner.
"That's it."
Malakin nodded thoughtfully.
"Judgment."
Soshyan looked at the card and wondered for a moment what Malakin was selling.
After the Abyss Watcher was silent for a long time, he suddenly raised his head and asked with a serious expression:
"Brother Soshyan, there are more than just soul drinkers in your war group."
As soon as he said this, Suoshiyang shook his right hand, and the card in his palm suddenly fell.
He didn't answer or deny.
Malakin looked at him and said slowly:
"During the Battle of New Badab, although I didn't see with my own eyes what blocked the Red Pirates' communications, according to the director of the think tank, it was a malicious subspace impact... Unholy power.”
For a long time, Soshiyang could only hold back four words.
"Forced by the situation——"
"I can understand, but I hope you can remember that Huron did not throw himself into darkness in a single thought. He was also... a hero in the past."
"I see."
Seeing the embarrassment and shame on Soshyan's face, Malakin took a step forward and gently put his left hand on the other person's shoulder.
"Brother, there is actually one more thing. I told you a long time ago."
"Um?"
"There is something very bad lingering about you. Although I can't say it, it may be related to the dissipation of your emotions... As the sons of Sanguinius, we are naturally more sensitive to psychic powers than other legions. Be sensitive.”
Soshyan could only remain silent and unable to answer.
But Malakin didn't press him, he just turned around and stared at the painting he had drawn.
"Everyone has their own secrets. No matter what secrets and responsibilities you shoulder, Brother Soshyan... never forget why you want to become an Astartes."
