Although the man who called himself Tekshar was very enthusiastic when he first came up, Soshyan is no longer the person he used to be who simply believed in any "brother".
He raised his hand and pointed at his shoulder.
"Don't rush to call the legion commander. How do you prove your identity? You don't have the logo of the legion, and you don't have any advance notice. You just walk over here and say that you are the Poisonous Thorns Legion-"
"Not anymore."
The man who called himself Texhar interrupted Soshyan coldly.
"No more poisonous thorns, that's just a shame, a lie spun by despicable conspirators and cowards trying to cover up our glorious bloodline!"
Soshyan sighed softly and said:
"Okay, so how do you prove that you are who you claim to be."
Texhar took out a medal. Even from a distance of hundreds of meters, Soshyan could see clearly that it was a blade medal. A medal that all participants of the Blade Feast could get. Then Haoma took it.
Medal, give it to Soshyan.
Soshyan turned over the back and saw a name——
Texhar.
Soshyan thought for a while, then stood up, walked to the other party, returned the medal to Texhar, and then said:
"Would you mind shaking hands?"
"This is my honor, legion commander."
Of course, Soshyan's purpose is not to shake hands, but to sense the gray marrow in the other person's body.
The moment the two held hands, Soshyan felt the rolling will in the other person's body, waiting for instructions at any time. It was indeed gray marrow, but it was different. There was something hidden in it that made him feel weird.
Just like on the roaring sea, a little bit of reef is occasionally exposed as the sea surface surges, making it difficult to distinguish whether it is just an isolated rock or a huge island.
If the prediction is correct, this person's gray marrow may have been manipulated...
"Your gray marrow has been partially deteriorated."
After letting go of his hand, Soshyan looked at his face.
"But they are better than the original warriors of White Templar."
"So I cannot give this gift of the Legion to anyone else."
"So, you're the only one?"
"Yes."
Soshyan thought for a while, then suddenly chuckled and took two steps back.
"Who do you serve?"
Tekshar's only remaining eye, or rather a naked eye, a metal eye stared at Soshyan.
"Once it was for the Empire, now it's just for the Legion."
"Don't say these meaningless words, tell me the truth, who are you serving? The Poisonous Thorn Chapter was wiped out more than 400 years ago. How do you survive to this day? And who transplanted the gray marrow to you?
? Don’t say it’s all by yourself. I already know a lot of things. If you didn’t show up earlier, you wouldn’t show up until later. It would be too much of a coincidence that you suddenly appeared when I came here. Tell me, who is behind you?
"
It's not that Soshiyang is suspicious by nature, it's that these warriors claiming to be of Legion blood appeared so suddenly and inexplicably, even more abruptly than when Thor and Sevita first appeared. He couldn't help but be suspicious, especially since he had already expressed his suspicion towards the person who was trying to fight.
The organization that controls him is on guard now.
If the other party is really arranged by Malcador's organization, then no matter whether they are of the blood of the legion or not, Soshyan will not accept them anymore. At most, he will accept them on the surface, and then arrange for them to guard the satellite of Nessen 3.
To the end of the world, he no longer wants to be mixed with sand in the war group.
If the other party falls out because of this, then so be it.
Texhar was silent for a moment, then shook his head.
"Legion Commander, I don't understand what you mean, but I can understand your caution, because the legion is still in the stage of accumulating strength, and those conspirators and hypocrites are always wary of our re-emergence, and they are afraid of the consequences of their sins.
To be reckoned with, especially those who committed parricide, they hide in the dark, fearing that the crimes they committed will be exposed again."
As he spoke, he raised his hand.
"I swear on my soul and blood, my only allegiance is to the legion and you, legion commander."
"Okay, then you answer a few questions for me."
"Please say."
"According to historical records, Tek'shar was killed by Belisal, the Imperial Fists' Priest Priest...but you now call yourself Tek'shar. Why?"
When Belisal's name was mentioned, Soshyan could clearly feel the strange power of gray marrow in Texhar's body. Even the eyes of his metal face turned dark green, and some marks similar to symbols appeared on his cheeks.
and near the temples, the surrounding temperature began to drop significantly.
"Calm down, Texhar, I'm asking you a question."
When Soshyan put his hand on his shoulder, the strangeness in Texhar gradually disappeared, and he nodded and said:
"Sorry, I lost my composure. When I get emotional, I may not be able to control the power of the Holy Essence in me."
"Then can you answer now?"
"Belisal...that is an insidious, ugly bastard! You can imagine what a group of dirty gangsters the Imperial Fists are if they choose such a person as the head priest! Even if they fight to the death, they will die.
It should be him!"
When the other party mentioned this, Soshyan was actually confused, because Belisal had lost to Texhar in the duel, so how could he kill the opponent later?
"what happened?"
Tekshar gritted his teeth and said:
"After the duel, the attendant handed me a towel, and I used it to wipe the sweat from my face and forehead without thinking much. After that, Belisal began to talk nonsense and attack our battle group. He didn't know that Belisal had no idea.
What happened on Tar! Why do we own that world? Because the people there helped us defeat the aliens, and the blood was shed by the civilians in the hive!"
As he spoke, the warrior half-squinted his eyes.
"...The nobles and governors have long fled to neighboring galaxies in spaceships for refuge. Despite being oppressed, the civilians still picked up crude weapons to help us. It was their sacrifice that allowed us to get a turn when we were in a bitter war. Then
At that time, we promised that we would not hand them over to the governor who only collects taxes and collects money! That was our oath! I went up to argue with him, but the insidious dog actually took out a weapon and attacked me. I immediately
I fought back and almost smashed his head, but then I suddenly realized..."
"What did you find?"
"...I was poisoned. According to my subsequent speculation, the only chance I could have been poisoned was that towel... That towel must have been contaminated with some type of neurotoxin from the Court of Assassins specifically targeting the Astartes, and
Eventually my nervous system went haywire, and Belisal took the opportunity to attack me and almost smashed my head."
As he spoke, Texhar patted the metal part of his head.
"right here."
After hearing this, Soshyan frowned. He actually used poisoning as a method. Even by the standards of Chaos Space Marines, it was too despicable.
Haoma, who was not far behind him, also whispered softly:
"I didn't expect that the upright Imperial Fist would actually have such a thing with a human face and an animal heart..."
Soshyan did not express an opinion and just asked:
"Then what? Then you should have died at that time."
"Yes... and no, those yellow beasts underestimated the powerful vitality given to us by the great bloodline. Even when half of my skull was smashed, I didn't really die... Of course, if no one helps, then
I will definitely die."
"Who helped you?"
The name that came out of the other party's mouth surprised Soshyan.