After deducing a very shocking result, the two looked at each other silently for a while. Veronica, who was pale, lowered her head slightly and stared at her lower abdomen, while Soshiyang's mouth twitched, and then whispered:
"I hope this is just a hypothetical story..."
As he spoke, he hugged Veronica tightly and whispered in his lover's ear.
"I will never let anyone hurt you...and our children...if those ancient remnants want to cause trouble, I, Soshiyang, will stay with me until the end!"
Veronica nodded in his arms and responded softly:
"Well, we have to protect everything we love together..."
The two hugged each other for a long time before separating, but were interrupted by the ringing of the bell on Soshiyang's desk.
A new batch of documents that need to be processed will be delivered to Soshyan soon. The busy affairs now hardly allow him to have too much time alone with his wife, and Veronica understandably leaves his lap.
"We must be vigilant about heart-locking beetles. Veronica, think about it and see if there is any way to prevent it."
"I'll think of a way."
Veronica nodded and was about to leave when she suddenly remembered something and turned around and said:
"I almost forgot something."
"What is it?"
"Mr. Doral said that there are important military matters that need to be reported directly to you. I hope you can find time to return to the royal court as soon as possible."
Soshyan rubbed his forehead.
"Well, I'll do it as soon as possible. I'll go with you as soon as the things in the galaxy are arranged."
Afterwards, the flagship left Naisen No. 7 and began to return to Naisen No. 5. On the way, Soshyan also convened the first company to hold a dinner party with the newly joined soldiers, which could be regarded as allowing the new soldiers to familiarize themselves with the life of a larger group in advance. Overall,
The atmosphere is very harmonious. The company itself is an elite company, and they are basically veterans. It also has a common language for the new soldiers who are wandering away.
Of course, in addition to eating and drinking, communication between Astartes also involves hands.
In the middle of the banquet, some of the warriors from both sides engaged in a very friendly fight. Generally speaking, both sides won equally, which also shows that these new warriors are indeed quite powerful.
What surprised Soshyan was that Mark and Texhar had a duel, and Mark lost in the end.
Although Mark is not inferior to Texar in terms of strength and reaction, there is still a slight gap in skills between the two. As the seed player in the former Blade Feast, Texar's strength is evident.
Soshyan asked the victorious Tekshar what reward he wanted, and the other party said he only wanted a set of Dehgan Terminators. Soshyan readily agreed to him.
When the flagship came to the airport of Nessen 5 again, some gorgeous ships were already parked here. The people invited by Nessun 4 had all come to this world and were waiting for the arrival of the person who would judge the entire galaxy...
In another palace that does not belong to any time or space, there is a person waiting.
He looks like an old man but has some unusual vitality. His dark eyes are as calm as the abyss, and there are only a few thin strands of white hair like dry grass on his head. He wears a piece of equipment that can barely be called armor, with a metal quilt.
Covered in discolored leather, behind him was a spider frame that seemed to have grown out of bones. It was covered with various mechanical arms that looked like torture instruments. A cane was being gently rubbed in his palm.
He stood at the arched window made of human bones and skin and looked out, watching the various twisted palaces and obscene stages casting vague outlines around him.
The stench of the unborn, mixed with the scent based on their desires, emitted an odor that was no different from piles of rotting garbage.
A long time ago, every time he smelled this disgusting smell, his skin would itch and the corners of his eyes would sting. Especially when he had to be in the company of fools who believed in this kind of thing, he would even be more irritable than usual.
Therefore, he has not been to this place for many years, or, if nothing else, he will never set foot here again in his life.
Even though he is the chief pharmacist of the Third Legion, Fabius Bayer.
but--
Eidolon is just an idiot. If it were just him, he would not even care. But when he brought Lucius, who almost collapsed, to him, Fabius knew that something interesting had happened, or...
Something important happened.
Restoring Lucius is not a difficult task, just like restarting a broken machine. The point is that he wants to know what defeated this arrogant swordsman.
But when he learned the truth, it still shocked him, even though he had seen the craziest things in the galaxy.
Akudunar can really be called his "old friend" in a sense, without any derogatory meaning.
He was also one of the few people he thought was worthy of respect in the legion. Regarding Akudunar's departure, he was extremely sad when he learned about it. He had lost a friend who had poor artistic taste but was straightforward. He also realized that
The Legion was truly changed forever...
But it wasn't just Akudunar who was surprised, because he knew that person must be dead. What was surprising was that a demon - let's call it that, could actually have such a change in form.
This was far beyond his understanding of these subspace things.
In addition, there was also the story of the mysterious legion they revealed, which was full of things that made him curious.
So, he had to come to this place of curse and blasphemy to face his...
Fabius suddenly turned back from the window, and he saw strange projections spreading on the wall as white as a girl's skin.
The shadow itself is constantly swaying and squirming, sometimes like a snake, sometimes like a human, sometimes like a dancing girl, sometimes like a twisted masochist.
But when these outlines twist and transform into a crown, the shadows lengthen, eventually forming a slender, tall man with dark eyes.
"Long time no see...my lord."
"Oh my gosh, you've really come a long way."
A hollow voice responded to him, and on the wall, the shadow's face grinned with a purple-red smile.
"I congratulate you, Bayer."
"It would be gratifying if a little bit of my achievements could make you change your past contempt."
Fabius said, lowering his head slightly, as if to hide his emotions.
He knew what he was facing, and he would not have dared to talk to the other party like this in the past, but now he had enough understanding of the group of existences that used to be respectfully called "Primarch".
Cognition can eliminate the sense of mystery. Without the sense of mystery, there is no majesty, no majesty, and naturally no fear...
What's more important is that now he has no fear of anyone, and even the person standing here is just a copy of him.
"You are really an easy-to-dislike guy, Fabius. You are covered in the ointment of pride, but as far as I'm concerned..."
Fulgrim even had a hint of helplessness in his sarcasm. This was the only person in the legion whom he had nothing to do. Even though he was the leader of the legion, the Prince of Darkness had other plans for Fabius's fate.
"Okay, let's get down to business. The games of the gods are extending into reality, and the situation in the entire galaxy will change, my heir."