Soshiyang was silent for a long time, and finally his eyes were frozen on 11.
Dante nodded thoughtfully.
"I see."
Soshiyang was even more confused. He thought he had not shown any flaws and there should be no trace in the battle group activities.
Even if there is San Gilles' prophecy, how can the other party determine that he is a descendant of the Lost Legion?
In the end, he still failed to suppress his strong doubts and spoke:
"Honor Dante, how did you determine my identity?"
"Yes... Brothers Mephisto."
“Mephisto?”
Soshiyang frowned. He didn't remember this person.
Dante smiled slightly, picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
"His former name was Kalistarius."
Soshi raised his eyebrows suddenly, which was indeed beyond his expectations.
"he--"
As soon as he opened his mouth, Soshiyang realized something was wrong. Dante did not ask about the details of the Eleventh Legion, so he seemed to be unable to ask about the situation of the think tank.
At this moment, the two commanders of the battle with huge age gap seemed to have a tacit understanding.
Dante then leaned his head back gently against the back of the chair, and said with deep fatigue:
"Soshyan, sometimes it is not a good thing to be hoped for by thousands of people. The uneasiness that people regard me as a great savior gradually increases as I read the scroll again and again, but my determination to read it increases day by day, and with it also grows, is certain that the dark age described by San Gilles is coming,
Maybe I am like San Gilles, and I am in front of me with the inevitable end of my life, and I will do my best to be in a cruel future.
Come and look for hope, but even this comparison seems very arrogant.”
As he said that, he looked at the priceless collection of books in his library.
"I often wondered uneasy about what I should do, whether to meet my destiny like the father of genes, or try to resist it? If I met this destiny, would it cause disaster? Or could it only resist to the end to make the prophecy of San Gilles come true?
There is only one answer to this question.”
Dante let his thoughts go away, imagining himself dying in desperate situations. This daydream is his only enjoyment now, even more relaxing than sleep.
"The kind of relief that death can bring to me...my expectation for it is growing day by day."
"Honor——"
"But you are different, Primarch also mentioned you, you are still young."
Dante withdrew his gaze.
"I often read these scrolls to find the meaning of my life, and although I am afraid of admitting it, I must share this burden with whom I have to... I am sorry that this person is you, the son of the Eleventh Legion, Soshiyan Alexey."
He paused, what he was about to say was so heavy, but he needed to share his concerns with others.
Then, the old soldier continued to speak calmly without emotion.
"I worry that the empire will overturn - not now, but in the near future, I struggled to find a way out, but I only saw dead ends. I have achieved many great victories and had been assured that a bright future will come. I guess San Gilles must be like this, but my victory has become dim by the inevitable failure of the future. Is everything I do useless? I have killed creatures that do not belong to this reality, I have killed the most powerful alien, I have faced the curse of the battle group and kept my soul free from curses, I have dedicated my life not only to the empire, but also to humanity. Being a Holy Blood Angel means living in blood and death. The only way to avoid this fate is to resist it and spread death in the name of the living."
"This is the fate of all of us."
"In fact, in a sense, you are very similar to me, Alexei, a battle group that has been on the verge of extinction three times in the past three thousand years, the Ghost War, the Caleus Rebellion, and the Secoris Tragedy, but every time we can make a comeback, and every time, the flag with winged blood will float again above ten complete companies."
Soshiyang nodded solemnly.
"This is also the goal I've been striving for now."
"Is that? Is this your ultimate goal really?"
Dante's deep eyes met Soshiyang's gaze, which made him feel a little guilty. After hesitating for a moment, Soshiyang whispered:
“Save the Empire.”
“What way?”
"Revival... Our Lost Legion."
"That is to violate the Astartes's Book."
"Our mission is not in the physical universe. When the legion is revived, we will completely disappear from people's sight and fight another even more cruel war."
Dante looked at him for five minutes, which made Soshiyan feel like he was in the abyss.
Finally, the Holy Blood Angel gently closed his eyelids.
"I understand, but if you want to gather your broken legion, do you know what you need?"
"Strength, faith, will."
Dante suddenly opened his eyes, and his original tiredness disappeared, only deep wisdom.
"It's not just that, you must be a hero that human beings need, just like me now! The reason why I am now is because people need to see the golden mask of San Gilles. When they sacrificed in the name of Terra, they need to know that they are with San Gilles. This is my task - to pretend to be a great man, I allow my legend to deviate from the facts, I indulge my subordinates to think that I will never make mistakes, to indulge them to superstition that I have the power beyond others, and I readily accept it all, because in
This era of the primordial being far away has more benefits than disadvantages to human beings... But you and I know that although I have some strength and wisdom, I am an Astarte monk, we are still just mortals, Alexey, we are not gods! Under my armor are two hearts, one from San Gilles, and the other is the same as others. This is why I share these ideas with you... If you want to achieve your goals, then you have to make yourself a hero, or even a false god."
Soshyan thought about the other party's words, and gradually, he realized what Dante said was the key.
Prestige, fame, legend, these things can help him avoid a lot of trouble and gain many allies in the process of rebuilding the legion.
Even if such a reputation has traces of artificial crafting.
But the words came from the legendary commander Dante, which still surprised Soshiyan.
As if he was aware of his thoughts, Dante smiled slightly.
"Look, even if you have never met me, you have a deep and inherent view of me."
Soshiyang was slightly stunned, then nodded.
"I understand, thanks to the Lord."
Dante then stood up and took a regicide chessboard from the bookshelf next to him.
"Can you accompany me an old man in the next game?"