Although there have been constant small-scale battles on the front line, it seems that the Black Legion still has no major moves. Abaddon seems very patient, as if he is sure that the empire cannot quickly eliminate the surrounded hunting group.
And Soshiyang was also waiting. He believed that Abaddon must not be a person in the troubled city.
But not everyone understands Soshiyan's siege strategy, including those who previously supported him.
"We can't wait like this indefinitely, Brother Soshiyan."
Azriel speaks out and knows Soshyan has to answer.
The two commanders were walking on a corridor of Fortress in Camp Worth. Thirty meters below them, the two commanders were guarding the guards of honor wearing strong and sharp-stricken guards.
This is the second time Azriel has come to talk to Soshyan in a month.
It was approaching dusk. Today, Soshiyang spent most of his time adjusting the deployment and allocating materials, and he also had to coordinate the trivial matters that arise when various troops were stationed.
Originally, these things should have been done by the Governor of the Planet, but Colonel Stryker's understanding of official duties is not much stronger than that of the Oglins. The original bureaucracy of the planet was already very small, so Soshiyan had to do it himself.
"The warriors have become impatient, and over time, the planet itself has become more and more corrupt."
The Supreme Master stopped and looked south, passing through the stretching mountains.
When dusk fell, the lights of many strongholds in the mountainous areas flashed. Looking into the distance, he seemed to see the smoke filled the gunpowder around Fortress No. 7.
The evening breeze blows, blowing the smoke and dust on the road, and you can smell the blood inside.
"The so-called pulling one's head moves the whole body, Brother Azriel, have you ever thought that Abaddon wanted us to lose his composure? He had tried his best to launch a war. We can't even guess its goal at the moment, but at least the initiative is in our hands now."
"We have no way to guess the traitor's mind, like a wounded, crazy beast trying to protect itself."
"The Great Raider is by no means a wild beast. The beast will not cause trouble for the empire for ten thousand years."
Azriel sighed, turned around, leaning back against the grey stones on the railing.
"Continue to wait, there may be consequences that cannot be predicted by theory."
"for example?"
"We'll all be in a dilemma."
"You can avoid today's duties, and tomorrow will not be possible."
"I didn't shy away from anything."
Azriel looked at Soshyan, unable to guess his thoughts. Few people could make him feel so obscure, but the every move of the Soshyan commander seemed to give him a deep look.
Soshyan approached and looked at Azriel with a deep voice.
"Do you believe me, brother?"
Half an hour later, Azriel left Camp Vos and took his warriors away.
When Veronica found Soshyan, he was walking in the long corridor on the roof terrace behind the mansion, as if in a daze.
Although she looked short in front of him, her graceful figure made her look solemn and elegant.
"You're thinking of him."
She said sitting on a marble bench beside the trimmed bushes, she was wearing a simple white coat with dark lace on the neckline and sleeves and her hair was neatly pressed behind a blue ladies hat.
"who?"
The girl from the Spirit tribe gave a slight look and met his gaze.
"Of course it's Azriel, but I believe part of your thinking is also thinking about the primordial body of your death."
"How do you say this?"
"These days when you are upset, a desire will appear on your face, and I can see your eyes looking back on the past."
"When did you learn to interpret my eyes?"
Soshiyan stopped and used a finger to slash along the branches of the conifer hanging on the path.
For him, this is only tall, but not for the gardener.
"If I say it's innate, do you believe it?"
"Talent...that's really a gift."
"So what are you worried about?"
"I'm not entirely sure the Dark Angels will continue to support me."
“That’s all?”
Soshiyang spent some time sorting out his thoughts and organizing language to express his concerns about the confusing situation.
Ultimately, it all boils down to a simple statement, an unspeakable statement.
But Veronica knew that Soshyan still didn't express her real concerns.
"Do you need me to say it?"
She stood up.
"No."
Soshiyang looked away for a moment, then looked at her again.
"The Dark Angel is not a true ally."
"I see."
Veronica shook her head, took out a pair of black gloves from her coat pocket, and spoke while wearing them.
"You can't completely trust them now. They have their little secrets."
"And there has been no news for Saul for a long time."
As soon as he finished speaking, Soshiyang regretted it.
This seemed to him already have some doubts about Thor.
“He has a lot to do.”
Veronica saw through Soshiyan's thoughts.
"And now you only need to do your part, not make random guesses. I don't know that Thor, but I can see that he is a deep-minded but not evil person. He has experienced too much and we cannot truly understand many words and deeds. But since you choose to believe in him, you must believe in your choice."
After saying that, she walked forward, put her hand on Soshiyang's arm, and looked at an iron arch that surrounded the garden wall not far away.
"You haven't had any food for several days, so go and have a dinner anyway."
"Um."
Almost at the same time, a dark shadow enveloped the sky above Pai Shangxing.
This shadow brings the low-level orbital space, but no abnormalities are found on the instruments on the track or on the ground.
Garmozejie rarely does such a risky thing, but the situation has forced him to take risks once. With the help of Tubek, this precise short-distance subspace jump requires a large amount of psychics at one time. At the same time, in order to avoid being detected by the Imperial Battleship, the Geller force field cannot be activated.
For most ships, this is no different from suicide, but for Garmozejie, this is exactly what he is good at dealing with now.
Before throwing into the arms of the powerful darkness, Garmozejie also accused the "corrosion" or "chaos" of subspace and its "fierce" nature to young apprentices.
But he now understands that this is nonsense.
It is true that the subspace is very fickle, and this malicious intention is real and life-like.
But at the same time, this powerful and dark spiritual entity is also immune to any random influence outside. It is consistent. The physical mutations given by the gods are never random, and there is no reason for mutation.
Chapter completed!