While he was meditating, the familiar sound of metal collision and hammering suddenly sounded vaguely in Soshiyang's ears. He subconsciously raised his head and saw that the polyhedron at the top of the huge round tower turned into a red color like a hot furnace. He Biao blinked and blurted out subconsciously.
"Val."
Veronica was stunned for a moment, then followed Soshyan's gaze and looked over. After a moment, a surprised expression appeared on her face.
"You're saying it's not the will to war, it's."
At this time, Giulio Pula and Zoila Ore came over, and then knelt down on one knee in front of them, each holding something in their hands.
"Only His Highness the Phoenix King himself can control the Blessing of Vaal without any means. We regret our rudeness just now. As you said, no matter what your identity is, you have been recognized by Asuryan. Perhaps the Great Phoenix has another There is an arrangement. Here, all members of the Eldanes fleet uphold the wishes of Asuryan and pledge their allegiance to the new royal court. I hope that under the leadership of the benevolent Queen and Her Majesty, our people can return to their former homeland and reclaim their homeland. Let the eldest son of the ancient saint stand on the top of the galaxy again."
After saying that, all Aida knelt down.
Soshyan did not speak, but let the golden mask cover his face again. Veronica knew that he did not want to express any attitude, so she walked up to the two of them with a smile, stretched out her left hand and the two things automatically flew into her palm.
It was a golden sphere that looked like golden eyes and a black metal object that looked like a dragon claw. After falling into Veronica's hands, the golden sphere automatically rolled to the center of the dragon claw, and the dragon claw The claws suddenly grasped the ball as if they were alive.
Seeing this scene, Suoshiyang's heart moved, and he suddenly whispered:
"Can these two things control Blackstone Fortress?"
"Well, the two combined into one is the key to controlling it."
"Only Eldar can use it?"
"Are you asking about the war when the Great Reaver snatched two Blessings of Vaal? I can't say whether it can only be used by the Eldar, but the mentor once said that there is a dangerous shadow beside the Great Reaver, and she knows it well. There are many secrets, perhaps she is guiding or causing trouble, so that the Great Reaver can use Vaal's Blessing."
"Then can the thing in your hand control other Blackstone Fortresses?"
"You can't give it a try."
At this time, those weird insectoid aliens also came up, led by the huge individual. She then said to Veronica in the unique and melodious Ada language:
"Blessings and tributes to you, the merciful eternal queen, Tatanka Mians, I hope to gain your friendship, protect us, and surrender to you."
Veronica seemed to recognize this alien form. She stepped forward and stretched out her hand to lightly draw three lines above the other person's eyes, and then stretched out her hand to hold one of the other person's limbs.
"Good Oriti, I would like to establish a friendship with you, not as subjects, but as friends."
Then dozens of insect aliens emitted some kind of low-frequency chirping at the same time, and Soshyan didn't know if it meant they were cheering.
It was Veronica who gave him a simple explanation.
"The Oriti are considered a new race. According to historical records, their civilization appeared about the same time as humans walked out of the solar system. However, the two have completely opposite attitudes towards the galaxy. Although they have also become the masters of the galaxy they live in, they will never be able to do so again. Without ever expanding their territory, the Oriti spent thousands of years building a proud civilization on their home planet of Hanamet, building a huge network of cities that displayed beautiful religious works of art. Although they also developed There are no spacecraft capable of leaving the star system, but when they encounter other intelligent species, Oriti will welcome them with trade and friendship. Perhaps, in a less cruel galaxy, Oriti may survive, Even thrived and gained respect for their peaceful nature, but unfortunately, the galaxy was reduced to war from nowhere, and every fleet that passed by Oriti's home world launched an invasion. Looting their property and people, the population of Oriti was drastically reduced, and the beautiful Hanamet was destroyed. Finally, on the verge of extinction, the Oriti people fled their homeland, taking their only remaining Several ships are wandering in the galaxy. Now, this once proud race is just a scavenger. They don't even dare to approach the planets where other civilizations exist. They just do their best to search for energy in the abandoned dead worlds. Use the things you use to survive."
After listening, Soshyan was silent for a moment, and then whispered:
"Survival is not a birthright, but a reward wrested from the hands of the indifferent Galaxy by forgotten heroes. Prosperity can only be sustained by strength and blood, not kindness and peace. The Galaxy is cold and has no room for anything. weak."
"But if all civilizations hold the concept that there are only enemies around them, will there be only endless wars in the galaxy?"
Soshyan didn't answer, and he didn't want to answer, because if the question continued, it might turn into an argument or even a quarrel. Perhaps Veronica was influenced by Isa and had some unrealistic kindness, but Soshyan did not Not intending to correct or belittle her, the only thing he could do was to use his strength to protect her from being hurt by this kindness.
Soshyan looked at the insect alien, remembered the Gothic language the other party had spoken before, and said:
"Have you ever lived in human society and seen the Astartes?"
The insect alien didn't speak, but turned around. The carapace on its back suddenly opened a gap, and then a tentacle like a petal protruded from the inside.
"Oreti will share their feelings and memories they think are good with beings they trust, without any risk."
Hearing Veronica's words, Soshyan stretched out his hand, the gauntlet disappeared in the flames, and his palm made direct contact with the petals.
For a moment, a feeling of sadness surged into his heart, and some fragments of memories also appeared in front of his eyes.
This is not a beautiful memory, but it buries the pain and fear deep in the memory——
He seemed to have turned into this alien shape, and seemed to be pressed in a collapsed tent. Its line of sight was only a narrow line in front of it. He/it could see the destroyed home, although it was just a simple camp with only some garbage piles. Mud walls and tents, but that was all gone.
The blood-red death roared and flew into their homes in flames, using bullets and chain saws to cause horrific deaths.
His family was being slaughtered, but more horrifyingly, they were being eaten.
The giants in red armor were lying on the corpse of their mother, biting it with fangs. The helmets were thrown aside casually. Their snow-white skin had turned deep red, and their eyes were bulging like corpses in nightmares. Ghost, purple blood was splashed everywhere.
The air was silent except for the creepy tearing and sucking sounds. Soshyan noticed the shoulder armor of those warriors and his eyes twitched sharply.
Blood Angels
(End of chapter)
