"...An explanation that keeps me from annihilating you all right away."
Soshyan's attitude can be described as very tough, and he is the kind of person who would put a bayonet on every encounter.
Although Eli Dazaton felt very unhappy and even clenched his fists, those terminators told him very clearly that the other party really had this ability.
In the end, he chose to swallow this breath, not for himself, but only for the other brothers to survive and for the continuation of the war group.
"We are not traitors."
Soshyan shook his head.
"Whether you are a traitor or not is not what you think, it is what the empire and the Inquisition think. And you were declared excommunicated and rebellious a long time ago."
"We have broken away from Kranon and the others."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, don't tell me that you were not involved in what the Crimson Saber did in Demetra before."
Soshyan also did his homework before coming, because the Crimson Saber is a typical case, so each battle group has relatively detailed records about their rebellion.
The Crimson Sabers were actually declared a traitor by the Terran Council, directly because they massacred the planet Demetra, and then forced their way into the Cadian Star Gate and clashed with the Imperial Fists' fleet.
"this--"
Upon hearing the name Demetra, veins popped up on Eli Dazaton's forehead, and his face became very ugly. The other crimson saber warriors also touched their weapons.
Their actions were immediately responded to, and the storm bolters in the Terminators' hands simultaneously made a clicking sound as the safety locks were released.
Eli Dazaton took a deep breath and then raised his hand.
"Brothers, calm down."
The Crimson Saber warriors obeyed their commander's orders and lowered their hands again, while Soshyan always sneered at the sight of him.
"I admit that we participated in the Demetra massacre, but there was a reason. We were cursed-"
"Curse? Is that your excuse? What is that?"
Soshyan pointed to something on Eli Dazaton’s waist.
At first he thought it was some kind of decoration, but it was not until just now that he discovered that it was actually a tattered child's doll, with a head and eyes that were disproportionately large.
A Space Marine carrying a doll?
This looks incredibly grotesque.
Hearing Soshyan's words, Eli Dazadon was stunned for a moment, and then subconsciously put his hands on his waist to cover the thing.
But as soon as he touched that thing, his world changed.
The flight deck, the Astral Knights, and all the rest were gone.
He returned to Umidia, that cursed day.
Eli Dazaton saw countless faces in front of him, each face carved from primitive fear, but each pair of eyes revealed understanding and despair - they knew that these killers were among those responsible for protecting humanity. People, they are the loyal protectors of the Imperium and the Emperor's Chosen People.
Every pair of eyes except one.
The figure following the unkempt refugee was not a fanatical believer in the power of destruction, nor a student of forbidden knowledge or depravity, nor was the statue in her hand the incarnation of a dirty, unspeakable god.
It was a little girl less than five years old, covered in soot, following the adults, holding tightly a doll with a disproportionately large head, and staring at her chest.
The dark skin on her face was carved with ravines, and the traces of tears exposed her pale flesh. Those sharp green pupils that had lost their youth and innocence looked from one side of the narrow jungle path to the other, hyper-vigilant to lurk. danger in the dark.
In Eli Dazaton's peripheral vision, he saw the soldiers begin to remove their guns from their thighs.
Eli Dazaton stretched out his arm, trying to stop one of the people, but when the person turned his head, he was horrified to find that it was himself - at this time, his face was mixed with apology and suspicion.
Slowly, the evacuated Umidians moved around the Space Marines, some of them limping or unable to move freely and having to be supported by others.
They remained uneasily within sight for several minutes, and just as the last of them was about to disappear from sight, the little girl, who had been looking left and right, turned and looked back along the path.
She looked at him directly and seductively, with a pleading look in her big emerald eyes, as if she was asking him a question——
Why?
Why?
Why?
Then, the roar of bolters drowned everything—
"No! It shouldn't be like this!!"
Eli Dazaton fell to his knees and cried uncontrollably.
He startled Soshyan so much that the Terminator almost went off fire.
Then Soshyan calmed down, but when he saw a Space Marine crying like this, he felt a little confused and pitiful. What had this man endured? What could force an Astartes with a will stronger than steel to do this?
"What on earth are you——"
"Why did you do this?"
Just as Soshiyang spoke, a voice suddenly rang in his ears. Although it was almost as soft as the wind, he still heard it.
He frowned and glanced around - at first he thought it was some bold mortal servant who stood up for their master, but the flight deck was empty and there was no one.
"Can you hear me?"
Then he turned to ask a Terminator behind him, looking around for the source of the sound.
"Uh... Chapter Commander, what did you hear?"
"What have we done to make you justify this massacre?"
Soshyan's brows furrowed tighter.
"That voice, a woman's voice."
"Chapter Master, I heard nothing...except the traitor's cry."
"We didn't do anything to you, nothing."
Soshyan was very sure that there was a sound.
This whisper made him smell the smell of subspace, a conspiracy.
So his eyes turned cold and he shouted sternly:
"Who is playing this little trick!"
The power of the gray marrow spread from his body, forming a cold wind that swept across the entire flight deck.
At this moment, something suddenly slipped from Eli Dazadon who was kneeling on the ground. This made him stunned for a moment, then he jumped up suddenly, drew his sword and pointed it at Soshyan.
"What is this! What did you do to me!"
Soshiyang looked down and found an ugly thing on the ground, like some kind of weird fish. There was a pattern similar to a human face flowing on its body, and it made different sounds. There were male and female ones. , there are old and young——
Why?
Why?
Why?
Before Soshyan could conduct further inspection, with a scream, the thing declared its demise and turned into a puddle of pus.
Similar things also dropped from other Crimson Saber warriors.
"You are a wizard!"
Eli Dazaton seemed to be a little crazy at this moment, pointing his sword at Soshyan with a distorted face. His move was rewarded with the black muzzles of twenty storm bolters.
But those warriors with crimson sabers were fearless and also drew their weapons and stood behind their company commanders.
The atmosphere once reached a critical point.
