"...a explanation that I won't destroy you right away."
Soshiyang's attitude is very tough, and he is the kind of bayonet when he meets.
Although Eli Dazardon was very unhappy and even clenched his fists, the Terminators told him very clearly that the other party really had this ability.
In the end, he chose to swallow this breath, not for himself, but for the other brothers to survive and allow the battle group to continue.
“We are not traitors.”
Soshiyang shook his head.
"Are you traitors, not what you think, but what the Empire and the Inquisition think, and you were declared extortion long ago."
"We have left Kranon and the others."
"Tsk tsk tsk, don't tell me what the Crimson Sword did in Demitra before you were not involved."
Before coming, Soshiyan also did his homework, because the Crimson Sword is a typical case, so each group has relatively detailed records about their path to rebellion.
The Crimson Sword was truly declared rebellious by the Terra Parliament because they massacred the planet Demitra and later broke into the Kadian Star Gate and clashed with the fleet of the Empire Fist.
"this--"
Hearing the name Dmitra, Eli Dazaton's forehead veins rose, his face became very ugly, and other soldiers with the Crimson Sword also touched their hands towards the weapon.
Their actions were immediately responded, and the storm blaster in the hands of the Terminators made a crackling sound of removing the safety lock.
Eli Dazaton took a deep breath and raised his hand.
"Brothers, calm down."
The soldiers of the Crimson Sword obeyed the commander's orders and put down their hands again, while Soshiyan kept sneering at him.
"I admit that Demitra was involved in the massacre of us, but there was a reason for that, we were cursed-"
"Curse? That's your excuse? What is that?"
Soshyan pointed to something on Eli Dazaton's waist.
At first he thought it was some decoration, but he only realized that it was a ragged child's doll, with a disproportionate head and eyes.
Will a Space Marine actually carry a doll?
This looks incredibly weird.
When Eli Dazardon heard Soshiyan's words, he was stunned for a moment, and then subconsciously put his hands on his waist to cover the thing.
But as soon as he touched that thing, his world changed.
The flight deck, the Astral Knight, and everything else disappeared.
He returned to Umidia, the cursed day.
Eli Dazardon had countless faces in front of him, each of which was carved from primitive fear, but each pair of eyes showed understanding and despair - they knew that these killers were the people who were responsible for defending mankind, they were the faithful protectors of the empire and the elected people of the emperor.
Each pair of eyes, except for one.
The figure following the unkempt refugee was not a fanatical believer of destruction, nor a student who learned taboo knowledge or depravity, nor was the statue of her hand a dirty, indescribable god.
It was a little girl under five years old, covered in coal ash, following the adults, holding a doll with disproportionate heads tightly, staring at her chest.
The dark skin on her face was carved with ravines, and the traces of tears revealed her pale flesh and blood. The sharp green pupils that had lost their youthful innocence looked from one side of the narrow jungle path to the other, overly alert to the danger lurking in the darkness.
In the aftermath of Eli Dazaton, he saw the soldiers starting to remove the gun from their thighs.
Eli Dazardon stretched out his arm to stop one of them, but when the man turned his head, he was frightened to find that it was himself - at this moment his face was mixed with apology and doubt.
Slowly, the evacuated Umidians bypassed the Space Marines, some of whom were limping or unable to move freely and had to be supported by others.
They stayed uneasy in their sight for a few minutes, and just as their last person was about to disappear from sight, the little girl who had been looking left and right turned around and looked back along the path.
She looked at him in a straight groping manner, her big emerald eyes slid into her pleading expression, as if she was asking him a question-
Why?
Why?
Why?
Then, the roar of the bomb gun drowned everything-
"No! It shouldn't be like this!!"
Eli Dazaton fell to the ground and started crying out of control.
He startled Soshiyan and the Terminator almost got out of fire.
Soshiyan then calmed down, but when he saw a Space Marine crying like this, he felt a little confused and pity. What exactly did this man bear? What could force Astarte, whose will is harder than steel, into this?
"You're the one who-"
"Why do you do this?"
As soon as Soshiyang spoke, a voice suddenly sounded in his ears. Although it was so gentle that it was almost the sound of the wind, he still heard it.
He frowned and glanced around—at first he thought it was a bold mortal servant who stood up for their master, but the flight deck was empty and there was no one.
"Can you hear it?"
He then turned to a Terminator behind him, looking around for the source of the sound.
"Uh... Commander of the War Team, what did you hear?"
"What have we done to make you defend this massacre?"
Soshiyang's brows were locked tighter.
"That voice, the voice of a woman."
"Captain of the Battle, I heard nothing... except the traitor's scream."
"We did nothing to you, nothing."
Soshiyan is very sure that there is a voice.
This whisper made him smell the smell of subspace, a conspiracy.
So his eyes turned cold and he shouted sternly:
"Who is playing this trick!"
The power of gray marrow spread out from him, forming a cold wind that swept across the entire flight deck.
At this moment, something suddenly slipped down from Eli Dazaton, who was kneeling on the ground, which made him stunned for a moment, then jumped up suddenly, drew his sword and pointed it at Soshiyan.
"What is this! What did you do to me!"
Soshiyang looked down and found that there was an ugly strange thing on the ground, like some kind of fish. It was constantly flowing with some pattern similar to human faces, and it made different sounds, including men and women, old and young—
Why?
Why?
Why?
Before Soshiyang could further check, accompanied by a scream, the thing declared destruction and turned into a pool of pus.
And similar things have also been dropped on other Crimson Sword Warriors.
"You are a wizard!"
Eli Dazardon seemed a little crazy at this moment, pointing his sword at Soshiyan with a twisted face. His actions were exchanged for the black holes of twenty Storm Blaster guns.
But the soldiers with the Crimson Sword were fearless and also pulled out their weapons and stood behind their company commander.