Chapter 1128 Its hard to distinguish between loyalty and treachery
"you--"
The opponent's sudden approach made Azrael take a step back involuntarily, and then the opponent's low roar came straight to the door.
"Boy! You don't understand anything! You have never walked with Him! You have also never witnessed with your own eyes His superior look down and that arrogant and indifferent sneer!"
Azrael's face twitched, and ripples of anger ran across his face.
"I've heard enough of your crazy words. If you keep talking, I swear, I will kill you."
"You think so, Azrael?"
The man laughed, but his voice became colder.
"Do you think it is justice and honor to kill a brother of your own blood?"
"All I have to do is protect our honor!"
Azriel's gaze became as sharp as polished steel.
"We cannot let the glory of the Chapter, or even the Legion, be destroyed! This is my responsibility!"
"Do you really know what responsibility is?"
"This is!"
Suddenly, Azrael slammed his elbow into the man's chest, pushing the other person's body to fall backwards.
He took advantage of this momentum, grabbed the opponent's shoulder armor with his left hand, and hammered the Lion's helmet with his right hand.
The other party also reacted quickly. He straightened his waist, jumped forward, held Azrael's head with both hands, and then knocked the Supreme Master headfirst into the ground.
"With all your strength, all your anger and all your will to fight, you can't defeat me!"
The other party just gave him this, then roared and walked away.
Azrael tried hard to stay awake, but he knew that the other party was right. With just this blow, he felt as if he had been hit by a thunder hammer.
But he still pushed up his knees and tried to stand up.
"I'm not trying to defeat you—"
Blood and teeth spilled from Azrael's mouth as he spoke.
"Just to tell you!"
He stood up and wiped his lips with one hand.
"Seph! It was you who destroyed Caliban! It was you who destroyed the First Legion!"
After saying that, Azrael roared and rushed towards the man, wrapping his arms around him.
In the process, he was hit once and suffered three more severe attacks from the opponent, but he still persisted, even though his armor began to bend and crack. He even had to press his head against the opponent's breastplate.
The two struggled and then rolled off the church's pulpit.
Two angels fell at the same time.
They hit the ground like rocks falling from the sky, shattering the thick wooden floor and throwing sharp fragments into the air like grenade shrapnel.
But in the end, Azrael failed to capture the opponent, and instead he was already bruised and swollen.
"I don't have time to fool around with you anymore."
The mysterious man stood up unsteadily and began to walk towards the exit.
"Don't go!"
Azrael roared, slammed his fist on the ground, and then raised himself up on his feet.
Blood flowed from his nose and pooled around his eyes.
"Seph! Stop!"
He gritted his teeth in anger and forced out the words.
"Do what you have to do, and if you really want to know something, go to Soshyan."
The other party dropped these words and walked into the darkness.
After Azrael gasped for more than ten seconds, he stood up with difficulty. He looked at the deep darkness where the other party disappeared, and frowned.
"Soshyan... Soshyan? Why him?"
Just as the battlefield in Attica was changing, another group of people was working hard on an arid plateau thousands of kilometers away.
This was once a colonist's fortress, but it was abandoned a thousand years ago, and you won't even find any information about it on the map of Paidu.
But a week ago, it welcomed a team of hundreds of people.
The leader of the team is none other than Inquisitor Lennart Meyers.
He was now standing on the edge of a huge pit in the ruined center of the ancient fortress.
Beneath the colonists' residence is a large stone structure containing a mound that appears to be the pinnacle of a dome beneath the building, which appears to be made of the same stone as the structure at the center of the anomaly.
However, the nearby pillars still cannot be identified, and they do not look like they were artificially built or man-made. Even so, the structure of the submerged cave still has a disturbingly seamless texture.
Lennart Meyers saw no seams, no mortar, no hint that the building was not carved from a single block of black rock.
It seems that the entire section has changed into this shape and then been buried by the passage of thousands of years. A similar structure can be seen in the second subsidence area.
Melissa, standing next to the judge, said carefully:
"If this is what's under two mounds..."
"Yes."
The judge was the first to answer, then slowly turned around:
"Are the other mounds the same?"
"Yes."
Now he realized that the four mounds were so evenly spaced that the diagonals connecting them would meet in the center of the plateau.
"Why, didn't it sink in the other two places? It just happened where the colonists built their houses."
An archaeological consultant whispered:
"There must be a connection, we haven't found it yet."
The Inquisitor walked to the edge of the cave again.
"We expose the truth and cut right to the heart of lies."
The Inquisitor then ordered that the entire extent of the underground structure be revealed.
Since this operation brought a lot of machinery, the work progressed quickly. His faith was shaken, and dozens of workers dug together to dig the edge of the second pit.
Each blow caused the rock formations to fall down into the darkness, pebbles and clods of earth crashing against the black structure's surface.
Although its mystery has deepened, the more time it has been visible, the scale of the building has become increasingly apparent.
Others may not feel it, but psyker Melissa's faith is being shaken by the mysteries of the structure.
When exposed to the light, it mocks reason, the facade is a collection of ornate sculptures with little artistic character associated with representation, and the twisted lines and bulges of the stonework are an abstract language of terrible majesty.
When Melissa looked directly at the carving, she saw power condensed in the stone, and the stone was about to explode with power.
She couldn't stare for long, the designs damaged her mind, they tried to strangle her eyes.
But when she avoided her gaze, the torture changed its character, forcing her peripheral vision to maintain a rising motion.
She tried to remind herself that there would be no movement, and movement was a mockery and a lie.
The fear became stronger and stronger, and the next time she looked, the stone began to squirm.
"Sir, I feel that there may be something here-"
"You look terrified."
Melissa raised her head and turned around. The judge stood behind her. Although he had a smile on his face, he could still feel the stern scrutiny in his eyes.
"Yes, my lord."
"You shouldn't be like this, you should have full confidence in your colleagues. No heretical force can stand in front of us."
"I know."
Lennart Meyers looked up.
"My words can't make you relax, can they?"
"Sorry, my lord, I will try to relax."
"That's good."
For some reason, she felt that there was something deeper hidden in the judge's smile——