Although there have been constant small-scale battles on the front line, it seems that the Black Legion still has not made any big moves. Abaddon seems to be very patient, as if he has determined that the empire cannot quickly eliminate the surrounded hunting group.
And Soshyan is also waiting. He believes that Abaddon must not be a person sitting in the city of sleepiness.
But not everyone understands Soshyan's siege tactics, including those who previously supported him.
"We cannot wait like this indefinitely, Brother Soshyan."
Azrael spoke his mind and knew Soshyan had to answer.
The two Chapter Masters were pacing on a corridor in the fortress of Camp Vos. Thirty meters below them, the armored Honor Guards of the two Chapters were on guard.
This is the second time in a month that Azrael has come to talk to Soshyan.
It was already approaching dusk, and Soshyan spent most of his time today adjusting deployment and allocating supplies, and also had to coordinate trivial matters that occurred when various troops were stationed.
Originally, these things were supposed to be done by the planet's governor, but Colonel Stryker's understanding of public affairs was not much better than that of the Ogryns, and there was not much left of the planet's bureaucracy, so Soshyan had to do it himself.
"The warriors are growing impatient, and as time passes, the planet itself becomes increasingly corrupted."
The Supreme Master stopped and looked south, across the rolling mountains.
When dusk fell, the lights of many strongholds in the mountainous area flickered. Looking further into the distance, he seemed to be able to see the smoke surrounding Fortress No. 7.
The evening breeze blew up the smoke and dust above the road, and you could smell the blood inside.
"As the saying goes, a single move can affect the whole body. Brother Azriel, have you ever thought that Abaddon just wants us to get into trouble? He has painstakingly planned to launch a war, and we can't even guess its goal yet. , but at least the initiative is now in our hands."
"We have no way of guessing the traitor's thoughts, like a wounded, mad beast trying to protect itself."
"The Great Predator is definitely not a beast. A beast will not cause trouble to the empire for ten thousand years."
Azrael sighed, turned around, and leaned his back against the gray stone of the railing.
"Continuing to wait may bring consequences that cannot be predicted by theory."
"for example?"
"We're all in a dilemma."
"You can avoid your responsibilities today, but you won't be able to avoid them tomorrow."
"I didn't shy away from anything."
Azrael looked at Soshyan, unable to guess what he was thinking. Few people could make him feel so obscure, but every move of the Soshyan Chapter Master seemed to give him a sense of profound meaning. appearance.
Soshyan came closer, looked at Azriel, and spoke in a low voice.
"Do you believe me, brother?"
Half an hour later, Azriel left Camp Vos, taking his warriors with him.
When Veronica found Soshyan, he was walking in the long corridor on the roof terrace behind the mansion, as if in a daze.
Although she looked small in front of him, her graceful figure made her look dignified and elegant.
"You were thinking about him."
she said, sitting on a marble bench next to trimmed bushes, wearing a simple white coat lined with dark lace at the collar and sleeves, her hair tucked neatly behind a blue lady's hat.
"who?"
The girl from the Eldest Race slightly moved to meet his gaze.
"Azrael, of course, but I believe that part of your mind is thinking of your late Primarch."
"how do I say this?"
"When you're troubled these days, there's a longing in your face, and I can see your eyes looking back."
"When did you learn to read my eyes?"
Soshyan stopped and ran a finger along the branches of a conifer tree hanging over the path.
To him it was head-high, but not to the gardener.
"If I said it was innate, would you believe it?"
"A talent...that is indeed a gift."
"So what are you worried about?"
"I'm not entirely sure the Dark Angels will continue to support me."
"That's it?"
Soshyan spent some time organizing his thoughts and organizing words to express his worries about the confusing war situation.
Ultimately, it all boils down to one simple statement, an unspeakable statement.
But Veronica knew that Soshyan still didn't express her true worries.
"Do you need me to say something?"
She stood up.
"No."
Soshyan looked away for a moment, then looked back at her.
"The Dark Angels are not true allies."
"I see."
Veronica shook her head, took out a pair of black gloves from her coat pocket, and talked while putting them on.
"You can't quite trust them now, they have their little secrets."
"And there has been no news from Sol for a long time."
As soon as he finished speaking, Soshyan regretted it.
This seemed to make him suspicious of Sol.
"He's got a lot on his plate."
Veronica saw through Soshyan's mind.
"Now you just need to do your job and not make random guesses. I don't know that Saul, but I can see that he is a deep-minded but not evil person. He has experienced too much. There are many words and deeds that we cannot truly understand, but since you choose to believe in him, you must also believe in your own choice."
After saying that, she stepped forward, put her hand on Soshyan's arm, and looked at the iron arch surrounding it not far away.
"You haven't eaten or eaten in several days. Anyway, go and enjoy a dinner."
"Um."
Almost at the same time, a dim shadow shrouded the sky above the Pai Shang star.
This shadow came from the lower orbital space, but neither the instruments in orbit nor on the ground found any abnormalities.
Garmo Zejie rarely did such risky things, but the situation forced him to take a risk. With the help of Tubek, this precise short-distance subspace jump required consuming a large number of psykers at one time. At the same time, in order to avoid being The Imperial warship has detected that the Geller force field cannot be activated yet.
For most ships, this would be tantamount to suicide, but for Garmozej, this is exactly what he is good at dealing with now.
Before falling into the arms of the dark power, Garmo Zejie also complained to the young apprentices about the "corruption" or "chaos" of the warp, as well as its "fickle" nature.
But he now understands that this is all nonsense.
It is true that the Warp is fickle, and its malevolence is real and alive.
But at the same time, this powerful and dark spiritual entity is also immune to any random influences from the outside world. It is consistent. The physical mutations granted by the gods are never random or unreasonable mutations.
On the contrary, it was the crazy subspace that was personally creating its favorite servant. It was from understanding this that Garmo Zejie began to face the changes in his body.
