God Emperor’s Angel of Death

When the door of the cell opened, the prisoner looked up.

The iron chain as thick as the wrist tied him tightly to the bare wall, surrounding him like a rusty snake.

They have removed his power armor-now he is almost naked.

The small cell resembles the lower deck of the echo of the curse. The walls are wet, and the torch in the distance gleams with the steps of the people who come in.

The firelight attracted the eyes of the prisoner. When he looked towards the Divine Idol, he also saw Mars flashing in the distance.

The shadowy gray robe surrounds the body of the visitor, and the prisoner can see a smile on the corner of his mouth hidden under the cloak.

The iron gate closed and locked as the opponent entered.

Except for the si si sound of the torch, everything fell silent again.

"Talos Varkoran."

The silhouette stopped ten meters in front of him, and then said in a calm tone:

" Since I came to you, you should know very well what it means."

"Then do what you have to do, I am not afraid of your means."

"For now, I'm here to find the answer, not to cut you into pieces."

As the silhouette paced forward, the prisoner saw the liquid black eyes flickering behind the mask. NS.

He is a head taller than the ordinary Space Marine, and the opponent is not wearing armor.

The prisoner blinked. His eyesight was sharp, but here, he couldn't focus his thoughts, nor could he see through some of the man's things.

The interrogator looked at the corner of the prison, as if waiting for something.

Finally, Talos let out a low hum.

"Let’s talk about it, what kind of simple question makes you have to tie me here?"

"On the question of loyalty."

The man in the robes took a lighting ball from the wall and brought the lighting ball closer to let the light spread all over the surface of the prisoner's pale skin.

"Have you ever thought that one day you will be tried by Imperium, in the worst case...Since the Great Rebellion, you have to be responsible for hundreds of exterminations and massacres, you kill There are many loyal warriors, including the noble holy blood angel company commander, the company commander of Ultramarine, the champion of Imperial Fist, the countless crimes of you and your comrades are simply overwhelming, and have you ever thought that one day you will be escorted to God? Accept punishment in front of the Emperor's icon?"

"Is this an interrogation or a sermon?"

Talos asked with a smile.

"Do you have to distinguish between the two? Interrogation means that we are enemies, which is self-evident, and a sermon means that I try to convince you that I must also do this."

"These chains didn't tell me that."

"The end of any traitor being caught is death, thank me for letting you keep your life."

The man in the gown placed the lighting ball in the metal bracket, and the greasy light pushed away from the darkness at the edge of the cell.

"The chain is just a prevention. I have given you all the respect, but you have not improved your shameless behavior in return, and you have not even made a self-introduction in response."

The prisoner leaned his head back, feeling a coolness from the wall coming from his scalp.

"Ha, my name is Talos Varkolan, the eighth legion and tenth company sergeant. I used to be Primaris Apothecary, but not later."

"Ah, an ancient Legendary, as you made the choice, I will retaliate to you for the time being. My name is Soshian ·Alexei, the chapter leader of Astral Knight Chapter."

Talos carefully looked at the person in front of him, just like What he saw in his dream was the type he hated-hypocrisy, pretending to be gestures, and disgusting.

"Speaking of the issue of loyalty, Honorable Soshian Chapter, I am very curious, has Savita been pardoned by the false emperor?"

"This issue is very important to you Do you?"

"Yes, this question will determine how I should curse him."

"Do you care about him? Even though he has been'dead' for ten thousand years .

"If he really surrenders, then this incident will hit the Eighth Legion more severely than the death of the original body, which means that we are almost useless, and it is also confirmed that it is engraved on us. The mark of ten thousand years is correct...We are just a bunch of capricious little people, even the best of them. "

"He chose the right path. "

Talos laughed, and the laughter shook the cell.

"What is correct? "

When his laughter stopped for a while, he also asked his own question.

"Savita is the son of the eighth Legion, and your correctness will never apply to him. "

"Then what do you say is correct? "

Soshian's question silenced Talos.

For a long time, he faintly replied:

"Punishment, revenge, self-pursuit. "

Soshian looked at him and suddenly laughed.

"Yes, but this is also our correctness. "

"What? "

"We also recognize punishment, revenge, and self-seeking. Talos, you have served a lot longer than me. Can you tell me why you wanted to be Astarte? "

Talos looked at Soshian without speaking.

"Here is you and me. Savita and I have talked a lot about you, but I still hope to be able to learn from you. Hear it in the mouth. "

"Why didn't he come, why you. "

"This is his condition. He has said that he will not participate in this matter anymore. "

"hmph hmph hmph ... hypocrisy. "

Talos sniffed, raised his head, and said with a mocking expression:

"What ambitious ideal do you think I am carrying?" No, all I want is food and clothing. I just don’t want to die in unnecessary street bloodshed. I just want to be strong. "

Soshian nodded.

"I agree. "

"What? "

"I agree with your reasons and deeply agree. "

"Ha, put away that hypocritical face and leave your sympathy to those who need it more, kid. "

"Do you think you are sympathetic?" "

Soshian tilted his head.

"No, I'm just confused. Your reasons have nothing to do with your future path. "

Talos frowned, but did not speak.

"You have no ideals and no ambitions. I can understand that you are drifting with the flow. Then the rebellion set off by the Primarch is for you Is it just a conditioned reflex of obedience? But I heard from another person, you always say that you are full of hatred, always resentful, always eager for revenge, but where does your hatred come from? Do you really have so much affection for that lunatic? I'm afraid not. "

"What are you talking about. "

Soshian took a step closer and stared at Talos’ face.

"I know, you don’t hate Imperium, you hate the eighth Legion, and you hate yourself. Just like that crazy original body, but your hatred has nowhere to vent, you can only choose Imperium which seems as it should be by rights, but no matter how many slaughters you cause, no matter how many atrocities you commit, the hatred in your heart will never be Fill up, because the things of hatred are always by your side, but you must always call them brother. "

Talos gritted his teeth and put on a posture of resistance.

"Admit it, Talos, soul hunter, the eighth Legion you hate the most! "