As he spoke, Soshyan bent down, tried to look at the other person's face, and smiled:
"So now do you know who I am?"
The man glanced at Soshyan, then lowered his head and whispered:
"The Chapter Master of the Astral Knights Chapter, Soshyan Alexey."
"It seems that you have heard of my name, so you should also know that the empire has its own principles and methods to deal with traitors."
Seeing that the other party's shoulders were shaking a little, Soshyan then straightened up.
"Because of your cooperation just now, I can mercifully put you into an escape capsule and launch you into the void. In this way... it doesn't count as breaking my promise? Your life will be controlled by the Emperor.
The emperor will decide."
Garian Kerr suddenly raised his head when he heard this and opened his mouth, but did not say a word.
However, Soshyan could probably guess from the movements of the other party's lips that the other party wanted to say a word——
Don't.
But Soshyan shook his head.
"For an Astartes, fear of death is not a good quality."
When Garian Kerr heard this, his face turned red to the root of his neck, but he groaned for a long time but could not say a word.
Suddenly, Soshyan asked.
"How long have you been an Astartes."
"There are - fifty years..."
"You're still a new recruit."
Soshyan seemed immediately interested.
"Do warbands like yours also replenish new blood?"
"Will do."
"Now that you have left the legion, where will the extra gene seeds come from?"
"I don't know, these are all pharmacists' secrets."
"Are your parents from the Empire?"
Garian Kerr was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting the other party to ask this, and then shook his head.
"I don't know, I don't have any memories before the transformation."
Soshyan stood there and thought for a while. He suddenly remembered something Saul once told him, so he turned to order.
"You spit on the ground."
Galleon Kerr complied.
A pool of turbid liquid appeared on the ground.
Soshyan watched the liquid gradually being swallowed up by the dry dust, nodded thoughtfully, then waved to Ustad, called him to him, then climbed on his shoulders and walked away from the crowd.
, whispered to Ustad:
"You will—"
After listening, Ustad nodded, then turned around and walked to Galian Kerr, grabbing the chain again.
"Go! Traitor! Go and accept your trial!"
He pulled hard and the Iron Warrior had to stand up.
Garian Ker glanced at Soshyan, who just blinked at him, so he lowered his head and followed Ustad out of everyone's sight without saying a word.
Ten seconds later, the roar of bolt guns was heard in the distance.
After a while, Ustad came back alone and said to Soshyan:
"Chapter Commander, it has been dealt with."
Soshyan nodded, and just as he was about to greet everyone and talk about the current situation and new variables, he received unexpected news.
The Dark Angels were attacked by the Crimson Slayer during the siege of the fortress, and the situation was not good.
Before Soshiyang could make any further response, the second piece of bad news came one after another——
The White Temple encountered the main force of the Black Legion and fell into a bitter battle.
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Chaos Lord Drum Korda actually doesn't care about the Abaddon Hounds warband fighting in Fortress 7. To him, Erquisos and his Khorne Berserkers are just a group of brainless barbarians.
Violence and rage washed their souls, leaving them trapped in anger all day long.
For him, only an angry life is sad, and enjoyment is everything.
Through the helmet, he heard those furious howls, vicious curses and those hair-raising oaths...
The bolter barked and the chainsword roared. Dram Korda felt his heartbeat begin to accelerate, his blood began to boil, and his desire to fight continued to rise.
"Where are you, Durham?"
Suddenly, Zagshin the Destroyer yelled at him through the communicator.
Through the communicator, he could hear the screams of the deceased, and even feel the momentary pause when the single-molecule blade cut through the bones.
"Do you need me?"
"Ha! We never needed you!"
Zagshin laughed wildly, and the sound of him inserting the sword blade into the corpse again and again came from the communicator.
Drum Korda ignored the other party's offense to him. Both of them were commanders of the Sons of Cruelty, and they usually had a lot of intrigues, but they both kept a reasonable attitude.
Although they don't know how long this "degree" can last.
"I leave these killings to you."
"You always do."
Zagshin laughed loudly again, and the strange smile on the other person's skinless face had already appeared in Drum's mind.
He knew that Zagshin was obsessed with torture. He once used the local rose garden in the agricultural world of Valencia to create a maze full of thorns, and forced the prisoners into it, and then carried out massacres for fun. Eventually, the planet
Countless residents died in it, and they were all cut by thorns with several wounds on their bodies as they panicked.
The battle was so pleasurable and so exciting that even Drum Korda, who was known for his calmness, could not help but be attracted by the desire for blood, but he pushed these thoughts away from his mind.
"I have more important things to do."
"Is there anything more important than killing?"
Zagshin asked disdainfully. On the other side of the communicator, the Sons of Cruelty also activated the chain swords in their hands to express their approval.
"Your weakness has been revealed."
Drum Korda scoffed.
"This small amount of killing shows no power. If you want to calculate, I have murdered billions of people more than you."
Drum Korda once made a mysterious elixir from the residents of the hive in Sararo, and concentrated billions of people into a small mass of essence to swallow, which gave him extremely powerful power.
"You talk too much and do too little. Pick up your weapons and wade through the enemy's bloody storm."
"The Warmaster ordered us to catch that stupid pig in Erquessos, don't forget it! Order, this is an order! Get your people to the designated position quickly. I need to open a gap on my side without the flank being attacked.
Interference!"
A dissatisfied grunt came from one end of the communicator, followed by Zagshin's roar at his men.
"Damn you medicine scum! Didn't you hear my order? Attack to the right! Seize that area!"
After confirming that the other party had carried out the arrangement, Drum turned off the communicator and stepped forward. The ground under his feet seemed to shrink together with his arrival.
This place is about 3 kilometers away from Fortress No. 7, which is not far away. However, for the Black Legion, which lacks air transportation power, it is not easy to cross this distance with two legs, because the artillery fire from the empire never stops.