The Feast of Blades lasted until late at night, and the decisive battle began between the Black Templar and the Crimson Fist.
After twenty minutes of fierce battle, Rafael Bravo, the champion swordsman of the Black Templars, defeated Art Richter, the champion of the Crimson Fist, and won the title with his superior endurance and toughness. The champion of this feast.
For Ustad, losing to his opponent seemed less painful.
Under the witness of everyone, Rafaele Bravo, on behalf of the Black Templars, took over the Sword of Sebatus and announced the end of this blade feast.
All the champions who participated in the competition also received a medal as a souvenir.
The next time we get together will be a hundred years later, but I don’t know how many people will be able to reappear in this place.
For Astartes, life and death are normal. Maybe the people you meet today will be separated from each other in the blink of an eye.
Perhaps because of this, there was a hint of sadness at the celebration banquet.
At the lively banquet, Soshyan met many outstanding and famous imperial heroes, and they all had a strong interest in Soshyan, who had already achieved many achievements at a young age - of course some people asked Usta Those with good swordsmanship were all fooled by Suoshiyang's wit.
To his surprise, the Tianshi Chapter vaguely expressed their intention to join the Suffering Alliance.
However, their internal opinions have not yet been unified. Soshyan can only say that they are welcome to visit the Scar of Victory at any time.
In the meantime, there was something very strange.
It was the people from the White Templar who suddenly found Soshyan and invited him very mysteriously to meet with their chapter leader.
Although he didn't know what the other party wanted to do, he didn't refuse.
At this time, it was midnight in Invert, and in addition to the twinkling stars, there were large expanses of auroras in the sky——
Suddenly, a cloaked figure walked across a plain that was once a mountain. The lights from a monastery as large as a city colored the night sky. The tail flames of the battleship engines shone brighter than the stars in the night sky. A large number of Transport planes and large shuttles streaked across the edge of the horizon, leaving orange trails.
There was no living thing on the catwalk, except for the flames on the pillars on both sides swaying in the wind.
The figure stopped, turned and looked back.
He could see far away, and the darkness was invisible under his gaze. Gunboats and airborne craft were busy, transporting personnel and equipment one after another, and the lights moved between the parking pads.
A burst of laughter in the distance came with the change of wind direction. For a moment, he thought he could hear the silly joke that caused the laughter.
In his mind, an image emerged of a warrior slapping another warrior on the back.
In the huge banquet hall, warriors from the same bloodline shared the brotherhood.
He listened for a while.
The wind picked up again, muffling the faint laughter, and sparks danced from the burning grease.
The excitement was theirs, but he couldn't experience it.
Thinking of this, the man turned around and continued walking along the empty road.
As soon as the sun rises, the warriors gathered here will go their separate ways, and Invite, the former home planet of the Imperial Fist, will continue to be silent as it was in the past.
But now, he was the only one walking alone.
A marble peak broke out in front of it, replacing the original hill. In the distant past, countless craftsmen worked sleeplessly to decorate it with symbols of victory and power: on the statue of Dorne holding a sword .
But now it was empty and silent, the majesty of the Marble Mountains hushed briefly in the night.
The man stared at the outline of the statue and continued walking.
No one can be seen here, and there are no marks of past glory. The Imperial Fists have all abandoned their home planet. There are only glimmers of light flashing from time to time in the darkness and dust swirled by the breeze.
Walking into the shadow cast by the statue, he heard a familiar hum, and the soft sound of the carefully crafted armor vibrated in his ears.
He stopped and turned his gaze to the deeper darkness between the statues.
The five Terminators stood in the dark, invisible to ordinary people.
He announced his identity with a phrase, and the Terminators hesitated, dropping their alert stance.
"Hello, Chapter Master of Randall Blanchard."
A voice came from the darkness.
The cloaked figure turned, his form illuminated by the firelight.
This is an Astartes, wearing a gorgeous milky white battle armor, but the breastplate and shoulder armor are black, with a white arrow-tail cross branded on them.
He was not wearing a helmet, had a gloomy face, and a deep scar on his chin. The black hair on his head was somewhat similar to Soshyan's. Even his appearance was similar to Soshyan's, but his eyes were slightly different. It appears red in the flames.
The man looked directly at the person hiding in the darkness and raised his eyebrows.
"Nice to meet you, Chapter Master Soshyan Alexei."
Then, Soshyan stepped out of the darkness and waved his hand, asking the five bodyguards to retreat a hundred meters away.
"This is the first time we've met."
Soshyan smiled.
"But it feels very familiar."
"Me too."
Randall's smile looked dry.
"can we talk?"
Soshyan nodded.
They stepped onto an open staircase that extended upwards. They walked side by side and began to climb.
"Mutali felt a power during the duel."
After a while, Randall suddenly said:
"I was surprised at first."
Although Soshyan was calm on the surface, he was a little nervous inside.
"Our power comes from the Emperor, there is nothing special about it."
"You have an uneasy feeling, I'm sure."
Randall suddenly laughed, and Soshyan glanced at the person walking beside him.
"I do not quite understand you?"
The Chapter Leader of White Templar chuckled lightly.
"Actually, I don't quite understand it myself."
The two became quiet again and continued climbing.
Finally, the stairs merge into a wide open-air corridor, ending with the night sky in the distance.
Flags hung from huge stone pillars, each with a symbol woven from wire: a clenched black iron fist.
Randall paused for a moment to look at the flag, and then the two came to a terrace.
In the night sky, the plain stretched into the distance, and the lights from the buildings appeared in front of them, and the stars were scattered by the power armor on their bodies.
The wind was strong, and Randall leaned against the railing, his cloak flapping.
"brother."
Finally, he spoke.
"When you call them that word, do you feel a little awkward inside because you know you're lying."
Soshyan lowered his head and stared at Dorne Square, which was very far away from them.
"What do you want to say?"
"I'm not their brother."
"you....."
Randall looked up and smiled,
"Just like you."
Soshyan's eyes immediately became sharp, but Randall did not avoid his gaze.
After a while, Soshyan turned around.
"Maybe."
Randall raised an eyebrow but remained silent.
"What... do you know?"
A smile flashed across Randall's face shrouded in shadow, but it quickly disappeared, and he did not answer.
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind made the flags creak.
"Actually, I don't know anything."
It was Sosh's turn to raise his eyebrows.
"Riddles like this are boring."
"That's right."
Randall nodded, his expression unchanged, then straightened his body and turned away from the fence.
"You know what I'm about to say is true, but I still want to say... We all shoulder a huge secret, a secret that neither you nor I can speak. I just hope that we can be in touch with each other, after all. .....Maybe we are real brothers."
"Randall, you-"
"I think we've said enough."
Randall began to walk away, and the armor made a slight sound.
"Good night, Chapter Commander Soshyan Alexei. I hope that if you have time in the future, you can go to the Sanctuary Star. By then...perhaps we will have an answer to the doubts in our hearts."
Soshyan did not move, he was still looking at the other person's disappearing back, the starlight and firelight reflected in his eyes.
After a long silence, he straightened his body, turned around and left.
In the night, the statue of the original body Dorn still stood quietly...
