Although there have been constant small-scale battles on the front line, it seems that the Black Legion still hasn't made any big moves. Abaddon seems to be very patient, as if he is sure that the empire will not be able to quickly eliminate the surrounded hunting group.
And Soshyan is also waiting. He believes that Abaddon must not be a person sitting in the city of sleepiness.
But not everyone understands Soshyan's siege strategy, including those who previously supported him.
"We can't wait like this indefinitely, brother Soshyan."
Azrael spoke his mind and knew Soshyan had to answer.
The two Chapter Masters were pacing on a corridor in the fortress of Camp Vos. Thirty meters below them, the armored Honor Guards of the two Chapters were on guard.
This is the second time in a month that Azrael has come to talk to Soshyan.
It was already approaching dusk, and Soshyan spent most of his time today adjusting deployment and allocating supplies, and also had to coordinate trivial matters that occurred when various troops were stationed.
Originally, these things were supposed to be done by the planet's governor, but Colonel Stryker's understanding of public affairs was not much better than that of the Ogryns, and there was not much left of the planet's bureaucracy, so Soshyan had to do it himself.
"The warriors are becoming impatient, and as time goes by, the planet itself becomes more and more corrupted."
The Supreme Master stopped and looked south, across the rolling mountains.
When dusk fell, the lights of many strongholds in the mountainous area flickered. Looking further into the distance, he seemed to be able to see the smoke surrounding Fortress No. 7.
The evening breeze blew up the smoke and dust above the road, and you could smell the blood inside.
"As the saying goes, a single move can affect the whole body. Brother Azrael, have you ever thought that Abaddon just wants us to get into trouble? He has painstakingly planned to launch a war, and we can't even guess its goal yet.
, but at least now the initiative is in our hands."
"We have no way of guessing the traitor's thoughts, like a wounded, mad beast trying to protect itself."
"The Great Predator is definitely not a beast. A beast will not cause trouble to the empire for ten thousand years."
Azrael sighed, turned around, and leaned against the gray stone of the railing.
"Continuing to wait may bring consequences that cannot be predicted by theory."
"for example?"
"We're all in a dilemma."
"You can avoid your responsibilities today, but you won't be able to avoid them tomorrow."
"I didn't avoid anything."
Azrael looked at Soshyan, unable to guess what he was thinking. Few people could make him feel so obscure, but every move of the Soshyan Chapter Master seemed to give him a profound meaning.
appearance.
Soshyan came closer, looked at Azriel, and spoke in a low voice.
"Do you believe me, brother?"
Half an hour later, Azrael left the Voss camp and took his warriors with him.
When Veronica found Soshyan, he was walking in the long corridor on the roof terrace behind the mansion, seemingly in a daze.
Although she looked small in front of him, her graceful figure made her look dignified and elegant.
"You're thinking of him."
she said, sitting on a marble bench next to trimmed bushes, wearing a simple white coat with dark lace at the collar and sleeves, her hair neatly tucked behind a blue lady's hat.
"who?"
The girl from the Eldest Tribe paused slightly to meet his gaze.
"Azrael, of course, but I believe a part of your mind is thinking about your late Primarch."
"how do I say this?"
"When you're troubled these days, there's a look of longing on your face, and I can see your eyes looking back."
"When did you learn to read my eyes?"
Soshyan stopped and ran a finger along the branches of a coniferous tree hanging over the path.
To him it was head-high, but not to the gardener.
"If I said it was innate, would you believe it?"
"A talent...that is indeed a gift."
"So what are you worried about?"
"I'm not entirely sure the Dark Angels will continue to support me."
"That's it?"
Soshyan spent some time organizing his thoughts and organizing words to express his worries about the confusing war situation.
Ultimately, it all boils down to a simple statement, an elusive statement.
But Veronica knew that Soshyan still didn't express his true worries.
"Do you need me to say something?"
She stood up.
"No."
Soshyan looked away for a moment, then looked at her again.
"The Dark Angels are not true allies."
"I see."
Veronica shook her head, took out a pair of black gloves from her coat pocket, and talked while putting them on.
"You can't completely trust them now, they have their little secrets."
"And there has been no news from Sol for a long time."
As soon as he finished speaking, Soshyan regretted it.
It seemed that he already had doubts about Sol.
"He has a lot to do."
Veronica saw through Soshyan's mind.
"Now you just need to do your job and not make random guesses. I don't know that Saul, but I can see that he is a deep-minded but not evil person. He has experienced too much.
There are many words and deeds that we cannot truly understand, but since you choose to believe in him, you must also believe in your own choice."
After speaking, she stepped forward, put her hand on Soshyan's arm, and looked at an iron arch surrounding the garden wall not far away.
"You haven't eaten for several days. Anyway, go and enjoy a dinner."
"Um."
Almost at the same time, a dim shadow shrouded the sky above the Pai Shang star.
This shadow came from the lower orbital space, but neither the instruments in orbit nor on the ground found any abnormalities.
Garmo Zejie rarely did such risky things, but the situation forced him to take a risk. With the help of Tubek, this precise short-distance subspace jump required consuming a large number of psykers at one time. At the same time, in order to avoid being
The Imperial warship has detected it and cannot activate the Geller force field yet.
For most ships, this is no different than committing suicide, but for Garmozejie, this is exactly what he is good at dealing with now.
Before falling into the arms of the dark power, Garmo Zejie also complained to the young apprentices about the "corruption" or "chaos" of the warp, as well as its "fickle" nature.
But he now understands that this is all nonsense.
It is true that the Warp is very fickle, and this malevolence is real and alive.
But at the same time, this powerful and dark spiritual entity is also immune to any random influences from the outside world. It is consistent. The physical mutations granted by the gods are never random or without reason.
On the contrary, it was the crazy subspace that was personally creating its favorite servant. It was from understanding this that Garmo Zejie began to face the changes in his own body.