Although the man who called himself Texhar was very enthusiastic when he first came up, Soshyan is no longer the person who simply believed in any "brother" in the past.
He raised his hand and pointed at his shoulder.
"Don't rush to call the legion commander. How do you prove your identity? You don't have the logo of the legion, and you don't have any advance notice. You just walk over here and say that you are the Poisonous Thorns Legion -"
"Not anymore."
The man who called himself Texhar interrupted Soshyan coldly.
"No more poisonous thorns, that's just a shame, a lie spun by despicable conspirators and cowards trying to cover up our glorious bloodline!"
Soshyan sighed softly and said:
"Okay, so how do you prove that you are who you claim to be."
Texhar took out a medal. Even from a distance of hundreds of meters, Soshyan could see clearly that it was a Blade Medal, a medal that all participants of the Blade Feast could get. Then Haoma took it. Medal, give it to Soshyan.
Soshyan turned over the back and saw a name——
Texhar.
Soshyan thought for a while, then stood up, walked to the other party, returned the medal to Texhar, and then said:
"Would you mind shaking your hand?"
"This is my honor, Legion Commander."
Of course, Soshyan's purpose is not to shake hands, but to sense the gray marrow in the other person's body.
The moment the two held hands, Soshyan felt the rolling will in the other person's body, waiting for instructions at any time. It was indeed gray marrow, but it was different. There was something hidden in it that made him feel weird. Just like on the roaring sea, a little bit of reef is occasionally exposed as the sea surface surges, making it difficult to tell whether it is just an isolated rock or a huge island.
If the prediction is correct, this person's gray marrow may have been manipulated...
"Your gray marrow is partially deteriorated."
After letting go of his hand, Soshyan looked at his face.
"But they are better than the original warriors of White Templar."
"So I can't give this gift of the Legion to anyone else."
"So, you're the only one?"
"Yes."
Soshiyang thought for a while, then suddenly chuckled and took two steps back.
"Who do you serve?"
Tekshar's only remaining eye, or rather one naked eye, was a metal eye staring at Soshyan.
"Once for the Empire, now just for the Legion."
"Don't say these meaningless words, tell me the truth, who are you serving? The Poisonous Thorn Chapter was wiped out more than 400 years ago. How do you survive to this day? And who transplanted the gray marrow to you? ? Don’t say it’s all by yourself, I already know a lot of things. If you didn’t show up earlier, you would show up later, but why you suddenly appeared when I came here is too much of a coincidence. Tell me, who is behind you. "
It's not that Soshiyang is suspicious by nature, it's just that these warriors who claim to be of legion bloodline appear too suddenly and inexplicably, even more abruptly than when Thor and Sevita first appeared. He can't help but be suspicious, especially since he has already expressed doubts about the person trying to The organization that controls him is now on guard.
If the other party is really arranged by Malcador's organization, then regardless of whether they are of legion blood or not, Soshyan will not accept them anymore. At most, he will accept them superficially, and then arrange for them to guard the satellite of Nessen 3. To the end of the world, he no longer wants to be mixed with sand in the war group.
If the other party falls out because of this, then so be it.
Texhar was silent for a moment, then shook his head.
"Legion Commander, I don't understand what you mean, but I can understand your caution, because the legion is still in the stage of accumulating strength. Those conspirators and hypocrites are always wary of our re-emergence. They are afraid of the consequences of their sins. To the reckoning, especially those who committed kinicide, who hid in the shadows, fearing that their crimes would be re-exposed."
As he spoke, he raised his hands.
"I swear on my soul and blood, my only allegiance is to the legion and you, legion commander."
"Okay, then you answer me a few questions."
"Please say."
"According to historical records, Texhar was killed by Belisal, the Imperial Fists Priest, but you now call yourself Texhar. Why?"
When Belisal's name was mentioned, Soshyan could clearly feel the strange power of gray marrow in Texhar's body. Even the eyes of his metal face turned dark green, and some marks similar to symbols appeared on his cheeks. and near the temples, the surrounding temperature began to drop significantly.
"Calm down, Texhar, I'm asking you a question."
When Soshyan put his hand on his shoulder, the strangeness in Texhar gradually disappeared, and he nodded and said:
"Sorry, I lost my composure. When I get emotional, I may not be able to control the power of the Holy Essence in me."
"Then can you answer now?"
"Belisal. That's an insidious, ugly bastard! You can imagine what a group of dirty gangsters the Imperial Fists are if they choose such a person as the head priest! Even if they fight to the death, the one who dies should be he!"
When the other party mentioned this, Soshyan was actually confused, because Belisal had lost to Texhar in the duel, so how could he kill him instead?
"what happened?"
Texhar gritted his teeth and said:
"After the duel, the attendant handed me a towel, and I used it to wipe the sweat from my face and forehead without thinking much. After that, Belisal began to talk nonsense and attack our battle group. He didn't know that Belisal had no idea. What happened on Tar! Why do we own that world? Because the people there helped us defeat the aliens, and the people who shed blood were the civilians in the hive!"
As he spoke, the warrior half-squinted his eyes.
"...The nobles and governors have long fled to neighboring galaxies in spaceships for refuge. Despite being oppressed, the civilians still picked up crude weapons to help us. It was their sacrifice that allowed us to get a turn when we were in a bitter war. Then At that time, we promised that we would not hand them over to the governor who only collects taxes and collects money! That was our oath! I went up to argue with him, but the insidious dog actually took out a weapon and attacked me. I immediately I fought back and almost smashed his head, but then I suddenly noticed."
"What did you find?"
"...I was poisoned. According to my subsequent speculation, the only chance I could have been poisoned was that towel... That towel must have been contaminated with some kind of neurotoxin specifically targeted at Astartes from the Assassin Court, and Eventually my nervous system went haywire, and Belisal attacked me and almost smashed my head."
As he spoke, Texhar patted the metal part of his head.
"right here."
After hearing this, Soshiyang frowned. He actually used poisoning. Even by the standards of the Chaos Space Marines, it was too despicable.
Haoma, who was not far behind him, also whispered softly:
"I didn't expect that the upright Imperial Fists would actually have something like a human with a beast's heart."
Soshyan did not express an opinion and just asked:
"Then what? Then you should have died at that time."
"Yes and no, those yellow beasts underestimated the powerful vitality given to us by the great bloodline. Even with half of my skull smashed, I didn't really die. Of course, if no one helps me, I will definitely die."
"Who helped you?"
The name that came out of the other party's mouth surprised Soshyan.
"He calls himself Lee."
"plum!?"
