Izh Alexey.
Hearing this name, Soshyan blinked. If he remembered correctly, his father's manuscript recorded on the spot that this ancestor had joined the empire's expeditionary force and participated in the battle against the Ullanor greenskins.
According to the time, the Ranger Fleet still existed at that time.
Maybe a lot of things happened back then, and maybe there were many hidden stories and secrets, but for Soshiyang now, the significance is no longer that important. Instead, it is the god who suddenly appeared and destroyed the green skins in Elena's mouth. He was the only one who cared more.
"What exactly is that?"
"You have to find the answer yourself, because His Majesty has never told me clearly about this. The only thing I know is that since that day, His Majesty's mysterious friend has never appeared again."
Soshiyang looked at Elena's face, not sure whether the other party was telling the truth, but it was enough for this step.
There will always be more clues.
"I understand, thank you for telling me that, Lady Elena."
"Well, I just hope you can understand the importance of this responsibility."
"I will."
Soshyan sighed.
"By the way, I want to borrow Mu Hu's help."
"What's wrong?"
Soshyan then told Elena about Ulan Huda.
"Those technical heretics are very narrow-minded. Bringing Mu Hu will be safer. It should have no problem dealing with various machines."
Elena nodded slightly.
"Then take it with you."
"Thank you."
After Soshiyang finished speaking, he took steps to leave Veronica's bedroom. At this time, Elena behind him suddenly said in a low voice:
"The Emperor is not a god. All gods are lies."
But Soshyan had left without looking back.
After leaving Veronica's bedroom, he chose to go to the next level of the monastery fortress, where the Chapter's prison was located. It was empty most of the time, but it also once held a group of people.
During the Battle of the Fallen Star, fifteen soldiers of the Brotherhood of Steel were captured. After genetic verification, it was confirmed that they were all new blood modified using the gene seeds of the Imperial Fist.
Faced with this situation, Soshyan did not kill them all, but told them the truth and took them into custody.
After all, these people have been in the Chaos Warband for a long time and need to erase some of their tempers, so imprisonment is one aspect. Soshyan also prepared a large number of books on the history of the Imperial Fist and Iron Warriors for them, as well as regular priests. The purpose of preaching is to hope that they will be alienated from their former identities.
Of course, recognizing the Eleventh Corps is also an important task.
Calculating the time, Soshyan felt that it was almost time to finish.
When he arrived at the entrance of the prison, fifteen soldiers wearing silver-gray power armor were already standing there waiting for him. In addition, Second Company Commander Ustad was also standing beside him.
"I promised that if you are willing to surrender I will not break you up."
Soshyan glanced at everyone, and Galian Ker, the first captive, was looking at him very seriously.
"But your number is too small to form a company, so you are temporarily under the command of the second company commander. When recruits are added in the future, you can exist as a separate company and use your talents in war engineering to more Serve the Emperor well and wash away your past sins!"
As he spoke, he looked at Galian Ker.
"Garyon, you are the captain of this team, codenamed War Anvil."
"Yes! Thank you Chapter Master for your trust! For the Emperor!"
Other members of the War Anvil chanted in unison.
"For the Emperor!"
Soshyan turned his head randomly to look at Ustad.
"Go ahead and arrange their residence and arsenal, and then let them rest for two days."
"yes!"
Not far from the prison, there is the battle group's confinement room. At this time, the entire 11th company was locked up in this independent area - after the funeral of the battle group, Soshyan asked them all to be confined for a month. .
"Something's going to happen..."
Sabourin sighed and stretched out his limbs, lying lazily on the small bed with his back against the headboard.
Not since his days as a Space Marine had he never slept in such a small bed, and he had to curl up with his legs to lie down, which was honestly quite uncomfortable.
He is not a person who indulges in pleasure, but he also does not think that hard work can prove his worth. A piece of comfortable furniture does not prevent him from becoming a killer.
Tilting his head helplessly, Sablin allowed the small cast-gold ball on the bedside to press against his skin. He was too preoccupied to notice any discomfort.
For him, leisure was more uncomfortable than pain, and he didn't know how long this period of time would last.
The entire confinement room was shrouded in a special darkness, the lumens were dimmed, and synthetic fireworks danced in the electroplated candlesticks, clinging to the walls, causing countless shadows to tremble and dance.
On the other side of the room, on the cushion of the chair facing the bed, were two thick books, thicker than Sabourin's hands combined. One was the Codex Astartes, and the other was It is the disciplinary code of the Chapter.
Of the two books, he didn't move one of them, while the other fell asleep after reading only three pages.
If he had to use this to kill time, he would rather commit suicide.
"well--"
Sablin placed his palms slantingly over his eyes. The room echoed with the low sound of the vent fan, and at the same time there was the sound of banging on the wall - that was Li Lin's room, and occasionally there was a burst of sound from the water pipe above his head. A burst of noise.
In fact, these sounds are not loud, and can even be called tiny, but with the superhuman hearing of the Space Marines, so many noise sources resonate together and even cover up the sound of their own heartbeats.
"Li Lin, you damned bitch, can you please leave me alone! How about you hammer on the wall over there at Konis?"
Sabourin turned and shouted at the wall, but the beating sound still echoed repeatedly and never stopped.
"You win! See how I deal with you when I get out!"
He finally gritted his teeth and stood up after letting out a gasp.
Sabourin blinked and looked at the messy room. There was a dinner plate on the floor, with a third of the cold food still left in it. A kettle tipped over at his feet, all the water inside was gone.
He stood up and came to the wall. There was a palm-sized mirror on the wall. The mirror showed a picture with long hair and an empty face.
It took Sablin almost a moment to recognize it was him.
Thinking of something, he suddenly winked and made a grinning expression in the mirror - that was the expression of the original body that Talos showed him in his memory.
Well, it's still quite similar.
After calming down his expression, Sablin curled his lips at the face in the mirror. It seemed that he had to take care of himself after going out.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of the door. With hope, he turned around, only to see that only the observation slit was opened on the thick gate, and behind the slit was a pair of smiling eyes.
"Bahram! I can go out, right? You must have told me that I can go out!"
Sabourin recognized those eyes, walked over quickly, and banged the door hard, his voice filled with joy.
At the same time, a scent began to stimulate his nose and mouth. It was the scent of meat that he had not seen for a long time——
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