Shouts spread, and those people heard the muffled sound of the body falling to the ground.
Sorge rushed towards his first two victims, a body lying face down in the water, the air wrapped in its coat causing it to sink slowly into the green algae-filled sewage.
The other man was lying on his back on the street, his eyes as wide as the full moon, and blood flowed out of his body at an alarming speed, dyeing the dirt road brick red.
Sorge leaned down and made some moves on the man's weapon, then turned around and ran back along the original path.
"He's here! Come help me!"
He shouted after him as he ran, then dove behind the far end of the shack, leaving a thick wall between him and the canal.
He heard other guards approaching quickly, cursing angrily at the sight of the dead.
Suddenly, one of them said:
"Wait, wait! What's that sound?"
The sound of a time bomb, you idiot.
Sorge sneered secretly in his heart.
The bomb detonated instantly, blowing the shack building adjacent to the canal to pieces.
Sorge rushed into the smoke and killed one of the guards who had survived the explosion with a clean shot to the head. Then he counted the other bodies - a jigsaw puzzle, trying to distinguish the charred ones.
of bloody remains.
There are four in total, so there are two more nearby, and other teams must be on the way.
He has paid the price for his recklessness, and now it is time to carry out his mission.
Sorge looked down at the canal and found that the water suddenly became still.
"Oh, no..."
His master appeared like a shadow that could not exist during the day. He could even see something like a large cat lying on his master's shoulder. This psychic communication was like a burning thread that penetrated his mind.
Copper wire.
"You are wasting your time and exposing yourself unnecessarily, slave."
"I'm releasing stress-"
Sorge growled in pain.
【Complete the responsibilities you must perform.】
"I know, Master——"
[Investigating everything about the Star Knights]
"I remember! I will do it!"
Sorge frowned and shouted, and at the same time, the pressure in his skull suddenly disappeared.
He turned and walked away from the canal. Two guards were rushing toward him along the street. One of them opened fire, and the scorching laser streaked across his thigh, narrowly missing him.
Sorge raised his gun and fired at the same time.
"It will be over soon——"
Five minutes later, when a large number of guards arrived at the scene, they only saw the broken bodies of the guards. As for the perpetrators, they had disappeared into the vast sea of people.
The planetary governor received the news immediately, so he raised the security level, sent out more guards, and began to investigate the cargo ship that had recently entered orbit.
But in a short period of time, it is almost impossible to find this dangerous element, so we can only try to take some measures to make up for the situation.
And on the night of the celebration ceremony, in the monastery fortress of the Astral Knights, the victory banquet belonging to the Astartes also began.
Hundreds of warriors from four war groups gathered in the monastery hall, including those Soul Drinkers who were unable to come out during the day. Heroes and warriors gathered together.
Everyone has an expression of compassion and resentment, and everyone's soul is as sharp as a sword in their hands, polished to perfection to serve the emperor.
The rows of giants remained motionless, their gazes crossing the pyre and the rising flames, fixed on the eagle emblem at the far end.
The battle armor looked ruthless under the firelight, and their motionless figures were like sculptures.
After the mourning ceremony was over, one person was supposed to address the soldiers, and Soshyan fulfilled this duty with joy.
After all, although this war was not his will, it was launched under his orders.
A huge sense of pride instantly gripped his ambition, and was instantly relieved by his own humility.
Because this is not his own victory.
Soshyan stepped into the ring of fire that exuded a strange chill and turned to face these fighting brothers.
His cloak, so heavy, curled around him.
The parchment scraped against the plastic steel, whispering the oath of loyalty, while his crown was tightly bound, and his military medals began to echo, whispering to him:
Who helped you reach your current heights?
It is the power of the Emperor.
And whose shoulders are your feet standing on?
I stand on the shoulders of my brothers.
This is their victory.
"There will be no statues!"
Soshyan shouted to his fighting brothers.
“There will be no statues to be erected, no monuments to commemorate our victories! No songs, no poems, no inspiring deeds, no stories of praise! We will hear no hymns of courage, nor will we hear
To remember the hymns, only the biting dark gravel, and the changing light of the poisoned stars, they are the only things we see!"
Soshyan lowered his head slightly, and a curling cold wind blew from the jagged mountains in the south, while the aurora danced in the cold night sky. Their sickly light merged with the mountains, giving those peaks a false height.
"Those are irrelevant. Who cares about these gadgets? How can we care about false reputation?"
He extended a hand to his battle brethren, opening his palm to them all.
Some of them he knew well, while others he had almost never met.
It didn't matter, because they were all his brothers - battle brothers beyond blood.
"Use our armored feet to tread into the enemy's soil to mark our trajectory! Use the bones and wreckage abandoned by the enemy as our hymn of joy! Do we still need applause and praise? We know service and dedication,
What satisfaction can exceed the fulfillment of our duty? Because we are loyal to the Emperor! He watches over us, and His will is our guide and mentor! He is pleased when we triumph, and protects us when we decline.
We regain our strength! What do the opinions of men matter, what is the fleeting applause of mortals? When the eyes of the Emperor are upon what we do and think, no other recognition is surprising!"
He slapped his chest hard, making the medal tremble.
"Here we do not have to seek the laurels of victory, nor the glory that others seek! We are the Astartes, the Holy Angels of Death!"
He said, his voice gradually becoming silent.
"——Victory and loyalty are their own rewards."
The soldiers listened word for word, and suddenly, their roars rang out, shattering the dead silence of the hall like an explosion.
"Holy my emperor!"
Soshyan nodded in approval, his eyes tightly locked on the brothers in front of him.
"Later, I will hold your hands one by one and express my gratitude to each of you from the bottom of my heart! This is your victory, this is your day, this is your strength, and the crown of this victory belongs to you.
.”
The only response to him was more roars.
"You fought and you won the battle!"
He clenched his fists and continued:
"Although the enemy has not been annihilated, one day we will once again step through the waves of subspace and bring the Emperor's wrath back to the heads of those traitors. That time, they will have no escape!"
"For the Emperor!"
Hundreds of Astartes roared in unison, causing the entire fortress to tremble slightly.