The Emperor’s Angel of Death

After inferring a shocking result, the two stared at each other in silence for a while, Veronica's face pale as she lowered her head, gazing at her lower abdomen, while Soshjan's lips twitched, then he said in a low voice:

"Hopefully, this is just a hypothetical story."

Saying that, he held Veronica tighter, whispering in his lover's ear.

"I will never let anyone hurt you or our child. If those ancient remnants want to cause trouble, I, Soshjan, will be happy to oblige!"

Veronica nodded in his arms, responding softly:

"Yes, we must protect everything we love together."

The two embraced for a long time before separating, interrupted by the ringing on Soshjan's desk.

A new batch of documents requiring processing would soon be delivered to Soshjan, and the busy affairs made it difficult for him to have much time alone with his wife. Veronica understood and left his lap.

"We must be vigilant about the Lockheart Beetle. Veronica, think about any ways to prevent it."

"I'll think of something."

Veronica nodded, and just as she was about to leave, she suddenly remembered something, turning around and saying:

"I almost forgot something."

"What is it?"

"Lord Dorale said that there are important military matters that need to be reported directly to you, and he hopes you can make time to return to the Royal Court as soon as possible."

Soshjan rubbed his forehead.

"Yes, I will as soon as possible. I'll go with you once the affairs on this side of the galaxy are arranged."

After that, the flagship left Nason VII and began to return to Nason V. On the way, Soshjan also gathered the 1st Company and the newly joined warriors for a dinner party, which was also to allow the new warriors to familiarize themselves with the life of the larger group in advance. Overall, the atmosphere was very harmonious. The 1st Company itself was an elite company, mostly veterans, who had more in common with the wandering new warriors.

Of course, communication between Astartes, in addition to eating and drinking, also inevitably involved fighting.

In the middle of the banquet, the warriors from both sides each sent out a part to conduct very friendly gladiatorial combat. Generally, the two sides won and lost about half of the time, which also shows that these new warriors do have considerable strength.

What surprised Soshjan was that Mark lost to Tek'Sahl in the end.

Although Mark was not inferior to Tek'Sahl in terms of strength and reaction, there was still a slight gap between the two in terms of skill. Tek'Sahl, as a former seed player at the Blade Feast, his strength was evident.

Soshjan asked the victorious Tek'Sahl what reward he wanted, and the other party said he only wanted a set of Deheran Terminator armor, which Soshjan readily agreed to.

When the flagship came to the airport of Nason V again, some gorgeous ships were already parked here. The people invited to Nason IV had already arrived in this world and were waiting for the person who would judge the entire galaxy to arrive.

In another palace that does not belong to any time and space, there is a person waiting.

He is shaped like an old man but with an extraordinary vitality, his dark eyes are as calm as an abyss, there are only a few sparse strands of white hair like dead grass on his head, he is wearing a suit of equipment that can barely be called armor, the metal is covered by discolored leather, behind him is like a spider frame made of bone hyperplasia, which is covered with various mechanical arms like instruments of torture, and a cane is being gently stroked in his palm.

He stood by the arched window made of human bones and human skin and looked out, watching the blurred outlines cast by various twisted palaces and obscene stages around him.

The stench of the Unborn, mixed with the scent based on their desires, smelled like piles of rotting garbage.

A long time ago, every time he smelled this disgusting smell, his skin would itch and his eyes would sting, especially when he had to be with fools who believed in such things, he would be even more irritable than usual.

Therefore, he has not been to this place for many years, or in other words, if nothing unexpected happens, he will never set foot here again in his life.

Even if he is the Chief Apothecary of the Third Legion, Fabius Bile.

But—

Eidolon is just a fool, if it was just him, he wouldn't even bother to pay attention, but when he brought the almost collapsed Lucius to him, Fabius knew that something interesting was happening, or rather

Something important happened.

Repairing Lucius was not a difficult task, like restarting a malfunctioning machine, the point was that he wanted to know what had defeated this arrogant swordsman.

But when he learned the truth, even though he had seen the craziest things in the galaxy, he was still shocked.

Akurduana, in a sense, can really be called his "old friend", without any derogatory meaning.

He was also one of the few people he thought was worthy of respect in the Legion. When he learned of Akurduana's departure, he felt sadness extremely rarely. He lost a straightforward friend with poor artistic taste, and realized that the Legion had been forever changed in a real sense.

But what was surprising was not just Akurduana, because he knew that person must be dead. What was surprising was that a demon—let's call it that for now—would have this kind of morphological change.

This far exceeded his understanding of these warp creatures.

In addition, there was the story of that mysterious Legion they revealed, which was full of things that made him curious.

So, he had to come to this land of curses and blasphemy, and face his again

Fabius suddenly turned away from the window, he saw strange projections winding and spreading on the snow-white walls like a maiden's skin.

The shadows themselves were constantly swaying, wriggling, sometimes like snakes, sometimes like people, sometimes like dancing girls, sometimes like twisted self-abusers.

But when these outlines twisted and transformed into a crown, the shadow stretched, eventually forming a tall, slender man with oily black eyes.

"It has been many days, my lord."

"My, you have improved greatly."

A hollow voice responded to him, on the wall, the shadow's face cracked into a smile, revealing a purple-red color in its jagged mouth.

"I congratulate you, Bile."

"If my little achievement can change your past contempt, it is truly gratifying."

Fabius said, lowering his head slightly, as if to hide his emotions.

He knew what he was facing. In the past, he would not have dared to speak to the other party like this, but now he had enough understanding of the group of existences that were once revered as "Primarchs".

Cognition can eliminate mystery, without mystery, there is no majesty, without majesty, there is naturally no fear.

More importantly, he was no longer afraid of anyone, and even what was standing here was just a clone of him.

"You really are an easy guy to hate, Fabius, covered in an ointment called arrogance, but as for me personally."

Fulgrim even had a hint of helplessness in his satire. This was the only person in the Legion he could not help. Even though he was the Legion Master, the Dark Prince had other arrangements for Fabius's fate.

"Well, back to the point, the game of the gods is extending to reality, and the entire situation in the galaxy will change, my son."