Hearing this name, Soshyan blinked. If he remembered correctly, his father's manuscript recorded on the spot that this ancestor had joined the empire's expeditionary force and participated in the battle against the Ullanor greenskins.
According to the time, the Ranger Fleet still existed at that time.
Maybe a lot of things happened back then, and maybe there were many hidden stories and secrets, but for Soshiyang now, the significance is no longer that important. Instead, it is the god who suddenly appeared and destroyed the green skins in Elena's mouth.
He was the only one who cared more.
"What exactly is that?"
"You have to find the answer yourself, because His Majesty has never told me clearly about this. The only thing I know is that since that day, His Majesty's mysterious friend has never appeared again."
Soshyan looked at Elena's face, not sure whether the other party was telling the truth, but it was enough for this step.
There will always be more clues.
"I understand, thank you for telling me that, Mrs. Elena."
"Well, I just hope you can understand the importance of this responsibility."
"I will."
Soshyan sighed softly.
"By the way, I want to borrow Mu Hu's help."
"What's wrong?"
Soshyan then told Elena about Ulan Huda.
"Those technical heretics are very narrow-minded. It will be safer to bring Mu Huhu with you. It should have no problem dealing with various machines."
Elena nodded slightly.
"Then take it with you."
"Thank you."
After Soshyan finished speaking, he took steps to leave Veronica's bedroom, when Elena behind him suddenly said in a low voice:
"The Emperor is not a god, and all gods are lies."
But Soshyan had left without looking back.
After leaving Veronica's bedroom, he chose to go to the next level of the monastery fortress, where the warband's prison was located. It was empty most of the time, but it also once held a group of people.
During the Battle of the Fallen Star, fifteen soldiers of the Brotherhood of Steel were captured. After genetic verification, it was confirmed that they were all new blood modified using the gene seeds of the Imperial Fists.
Faced with this situation, Soshyan did not kill them all, but told them the truth and took them into custody.
After all, these people have been in the Chaos Warband for a long time and need to erase some of their tempers, so imprisonment is one aspect. Soshyan also prepared a large number of books on the history of the Imperial Fist and Iron Warriors for them, as well as regular priests.
The purpose of preaching is to hope that they will be alienated from their past identities.
Of course, recognizing the Eleventh Corps is also an important task.
Calculating the time, Soshyan felt that it was almost time to finish.
When he arrived at the entrance of the prison, fifteen soldiers wearing silver-gray power armor were already standing there waiting for him, in addition to Second Company Commander Ustad.
"I promised that if you are willing to surrender, I will not disperse you."
Soshyan glanced at everyone, and the first captured man, Galian Kerr, was looking at him very seriously.
"But your number is too small to form a company, so you are temporarily under the command of the second company commander. When recruits are added in the future, you can exist as a separate company and use your talents in war engineering to more
Serve the Emperor well and wash away your past sins!"
As he spoke, he looked at Gary Kerr.
"Garyon, you are the captain of this team, codenamed War Anvil."
"Yes! Thank you Chapter Master for your trust! For the Emperor!"
Other members of War Anvil also chanted.
"For the Emperor!"
Soshyan turned his head randomly and looked at Ustad.
"Go ahead and arrange their accommodation and arsenal, and then let them rest for two days."
"yes!"
Not far from the prison was the regiment's confinement room. At this time, the entire 11th company was locked up in this independent area - after the funeral of the regiment, Soshyan asked them all to be confined for a month.
.
"Something's going to happen..."
Sablin let out a long sigh and stretched out his limbs, lying lazily on the small bed with his back against the headboard.
Since his days as a Space Marine, he had never slept on such a small bed. He had to curl up his legs to lie down, which was honestly very uncomfortable.
He is not a person who indulges in pleasure, but he also does not think that hard work can prove his worth. A piece of comfortable furniture does not prevent him from becoming a killer.
Tilting his head helplessly, Sablin allowed the small cast-gold ball on the bedside to press against his skin. He was too preoccupied to notice any discomfort.
For him, leisure is more uncomfortable than pain, and he doesn't know how long this period of time will last.
The entire confinement room was shrouded in a special kind of darkness, the lumen lights were dimmed, and synthetic fireworks danced in the electroplated candlesticks, clinging to the walls, causing countless shadows to tremble and dance.
On the other side of the room, on the cushion of the chair facing the bed, were two thick books, thicker than Sabourin's hands combined. One was the Codex Astartes, and the other was
It's the disciplinary code of the regiment.
Of these two books, he didn't even move one of them, while he fell asleep after reading only three pages of the other.
If he had to use this to kill time, he would rather commit suicide.
"well--"
Sablin placed his palms slantingly over his eyes. The room echoed with the low sound of the vent fan, and at the same time there was the sound of beating on the wall - that was Li Lin's room, and occasionally there was a burst of sound from the water pipe above his head.
A burst of noise.
In fact, these sounds are not loud, and can even be called tiny, but with the superhuman hearing blessing of the Space Marines, so many noise sources resonate together and even cover up their own heartbeats.
"Li Lin, you damned bitch, can you please leave me alone! How about you hammer on the wall over there at Konis?"
Sablin turned his head and shouted at the wall, but the beating sound still echoed repeatedly and never stopped.
"You win! See how I deal with you after I go out!"
He finally gritted his teeth and stood up after letting out a gasp.
Sabourin blinked and looked at the messy room. There was a dinner plate on the floor, with a third of the cold food still remaining in it. A kettle was overturned at his feet, and all the water in it was gone.
He stood up and came to the wall. There was a palm-sized mirror on the wall. The mirror showed a picture with long hair and an empty face.
It almost took Sablin a moment to recognize that it was him.
Thinking of something, he suddenly winked and made a grinning expression in the mirror - that was the expression of the original body that Talos showed him in his memory.
Well, they are still quite similar.
Sabourin calmed down his expression and curled his lips at the face in the mirror. It seemed that he had to take care of himself after going out.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of the door. With hope, he turned around, only to see that only the observation slit was opened on the thick gate, and behind the slit was a pair of smiling eyes.
"Bahram! I can go out, right? You must have told me that I can go out!"
Sabourin recognized those eyes, walked over quickly, and banged the door hard, his voice filled with joy.
At the same time, a scent began to stimulate his nose and mouth. It was the scent of meat that he had not seen for a long time——