The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Although small-scale battles have been on the front line, it seems that the Black Legion still has no major moves. Abaddon appears very patient, and seems to be determined that the empire cannot quickly eliminate the besieged hunting group.

And Soshyang is also waiting here. He believes that Abaddon must not be the one who is in trouble.

But not everyone understands Soshyan's siege strategy, including those who previously supported him.

"We can't wait indefinitely, Brother Soshyan."

Azriel was blunt, and knew Soshyan had to answer.

The two battle captains were pacing on a promenade in the fortress of Camp Voss. Thirty meters below them, the two battle groups were guarded by the stalwart honor guards.

This is the second time Azriel has come to talk to Soshyan in a month.

It was already close to dusk, and today Soshyang spent most of his time adjusting deployment and allocating materials, and he had to coordinate the trivial incidents of various troops when they were stationed.

Originally, these things should have been done by the planetary governor, but the Colonel Stryker’s understanding of official affairs is not much better than that of the Oglin people, and the bureaucracy of the original planet is already running low, so Soshyan had to do it himself.

"The warriors have become impatient, and the planet itself has become more and more corrupted over time."

The Supreme Master stopped and looked south, passing through the rolling mountains.

When twilight fell, the lights of many strongholds in the mountains were shining, and looking far away, he seemed to be able to see the smoke of gunpowder around Fort No. 7.

The evening breeze blows up the smoke and dust above the road, and you can smell the blood inside.

"The so-called touches the whole body, brother Azriel, have you ever thought that Abaddon just wants us to mess up? He has started a war with great pains, and we still can’t even guess its goal. , But at least now the initiative is in our hands."

"The thinking of a traitor is beyond our conjecture, like a wounded, mad beast trying to protect itself."

"The Great Predator is by no means a beast. The beast will not cause trouble to the empire for ten thousand years."

Azriel sighed and turned around, leaning his back against the white stone of the railing.

"Continuing to wait may bring about consequences that cannot be predicted by theory."

"for example?"

"We will all be in a dilemma."

"If you can evade your duties today, you won't do it tomorrow."

"I didn't avoid anything."

Azriel looked at Soshyang and couldn't guess his thoughts. Few people could make him feel so obscure, but every move of the Soshyang Commander seemed to give him a deep meaning. Looks like.

Soshyan approached and looked at Azriel with a low voice.

"Do you believe me, brother?"

Half an hour later, Azriel left Voss camp and also took away his soldiers.

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 short in front of him, her graceful posture made her look solemn and elegant.

"You are thinking about him."

She said, sitting on the marble bench next to the trimmed bushes, she was now wearing a simple white coat with dark lace on the neckline and sleeves, and her hair neatly pressed behind a blue lady's hat.

"Who?"

The girl of the Spirit Race gave a slight look and met his gaze.

"Of course it is Azriel, but I believe that part of your thinking is also thinking about the original body of your death."

"how do I say this?"

"When you are upset these days, there will be a longing on your face, and I can see your eyes looking back to the past."

"When did you learn to read my eyes."

Soshyan stopped and stroked a finger along the branches of the conifers hanging on the path.

For him, this one is tall, but not for the gardener.

"If I said it was born with me, would you believe it?"

"Talent? It is indeed a gift."

"So what are you doubting about?"

"I'm not entirely sure that the dark angels will continue to support me."

"That's it?"

Soshyang spent some time sorting out his thoughts and organizing his language to express his worries about the confusing battle.

In the end, all of this can be boiled down to a simple statement, an inexplicable statement.

But Veronica knew that Soshyan still hadn't expressed her real worries.

"Need me to say it?"

She stood up.

"Do not."

Soshyan looked away for a moment, then looked at her again.

"Dark Angels are not true ally."

"I see."

Veronica shook her head, took a pair of black gloves from her coat pocket, and talked as she put them on.

"You can't completely believe them now, they have their little secrets."

"And Sol hasn't heard from him for a long time."

As soon as the voice fell, Soshyang regretted it.

It seemed that he had doubts about Saul.

"He has a lot to do."

Veronica saw through Soshyan's mind.

"And now you only need to do a good job, not guess randomly. 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. We can't really understand many words and deeds, but since you choose to believe in him, you must believe in your choice."

After speaking, she stepped forward, put her hand on Soshyan's arm, and looked at an iron arch that was not far away.

"You haven't eaten for a few days, anyway, go and enjoy a dinner."

"Um."

Almost at the same time, a bleak shadow shrouded in the sky above the Patriarch Star.

This shadow came from the low-level orbital space, but neither the orbit nor the instruments on the ground found any abnormalities.

Gal Mozejie rarely does such a risky thing ~www.readwn.com~ But the situation makes him have to take a risk once. With the assistance of Tubek, this kind of precise short-distance subspace jump requires a large amount of psionic energy. At the same time, in order to avoid being detected by the imperial warships, the Geller force field cannot be opened.

For most ships, this is no different from suicide, but for Garmo Zejie, this is exactly what he is good at now.

Before throwing himself into the embrace of the dark and mighty, Galmo Zejie also accused the young apprentices of the "corrosion" or "chaos" of the subspace, and its "fickle" nature.

But he now understands that these are all nonsense.

It is true that the subspace is very fickle, and this malice is real and alive.

But at the same time, this powerful and dark spiritual entity is also immune to any random influence from the outside world. It is consistent, and the physical mutations given by the gods are never random and unreasonable mutations.

On the contrary, it was the crazy subspace that was personally creating its favorite servants, and it was from this understanding that Garmo Zejie started to face the abnormal changes in his body.