The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The murderous look in Soshian's eyes did not make Fabius flinch. He remained calm, or rather, indifferent to any consequences. After a long silence, Soshian slowly said:

"What makes you think I would answer that question?"

"Because I've discovered it, I've touched this secret. I've already stepped one foot into this game. I've made my position clear: I don't stand with those fanatics and their delusional gods."

"Is that enough?"

"Isn't it?"

"Not enough. What if I asked you to betray the Third Legion?"

Fabius replied without hesitation:

"It doesn't matter. If you want to kill Fulgrim, I can even help you. If you want to know the weaknesses and flaws of anyone in the Third Legion, I can tell you. Eidolon is an arrogant fool. He's gathering troops in a place he considers safe, and I can tell you about it. You can use a swift raid to wipe him out directly! No problem at all. I even need to remind you that when Abaddon destroyed my laboratory, he also destroyed those failed clones. During that time, he may have seen the face of the Eleventh Primarch. In other words, he may also know your secret."

Soshian was somewhat surprised by Abaddon's matter, but he did not show it. Instead, he changed the subject.

"Tell me, why did you turn yourself into this ghostly appearance? Didn't you think that one of your clones might one day... betray you?"

"I wouldn't do such a boring and meaningless thing. This is the only way to ensure that my ideals can be carried out, because the flesh will eventually decay."

"You call yourself a gene scholar, but you can't make yourself immortal?"

"Immortality is a fool's dream. My experience on Commorragh taught me a lot. No matter how long I persist, the wasting disease deeply rooted in my genetic sequence will eventually poison me. As long as I insist on the existence of the flesh, it will gnaw at my every reincarnation. This hateful phage cannot be cured. It's not a naturally occurring disease, although I don't like to use the word, it's an irrational curse."

"Can't you implant your consciousness into a new body?"

"No, I've changed bodies countless times, and it's always there... So I refuse to haunt my rotting corpse like a ghost. If I want to continue my work, then this choice is necessary."

"The clones won't inherit this curse?"

"After many experiments, I came to the conclusion that if I refuse to transfer my consciousness when my inevitable death arrives, but cut off the active nerve connections, this curse will lose its target, and my clones will be free to develop and continue my work, just as I was supposed to do, but without the wasting disease to torment me. Even if I die, my work will continue."

Fabius smiled.

"If something thinks it can make me submit with an irrational curse, then it is dead wrong."

Soshian nodded slightly.

"So you think you're playing a game with Slaanesh? Interesting... Too bad you're just a toy it hasn't gotten tired of yet. Slaanesh once had a champion named Amnak, have you heard of him?"

"Amnak... Seems a bit familiar. King of Hosts? Some fanatical swordsmen often talk about him. He seems to be an extremely skilled existence, even called the Sword Demon."

"That's right, but do you know its ending? It tried to break free from Slaanesh's control, but its master set a trap for it, allowing it to find the ladder to ascension, but also letting it fall into the abyss the moment it climbed the ladder. You shouldn't have heard of it after the Great Rebellion, right?"

"Now that you mention it... Indeed, I haven't heard its name since the Horus Heresy."

"So have you ever thought that all your seemingly successful achievements are just the ladder set up for you by that existence you don't believe in, waiting for you to climb to the highest level and then suddenly pull it away?"

Soshian clapped his hands lightly.

"With a snap, you'll be smashed to pieces, beyond redemption."

Fabius was also frank.

"If we're afraid of everything, then we can't do anything."

Soshian leaned back slightly.

"Now I'm a little uncertain again. Tell me, what should I do with you?"

Fabius stretched out his hand, gesturing up and down at Soshian, and said excitedly:

"Soshian, we have no conflicting interests. I have no hostility towards the Eldar, and I don't care about your identity or position. We can cooperate! Tell me the secrets about you, and I can solve your problems. If Xes is really the Emperor's son, then it means that his genes also contain the Emperor's secrets... No, more than that, the Grey髓, what else did Xes leave behind? Your special identity, your relationship with Queen Elda must also be related to this secret. I understand Elda's arrogance, how could they acknowledge a human as king? Unless you are no longer human, Soshian, right? You must be an existence unknown to me now. Give me a drop of your blood, give me a sample of the Grey髓, I know you must also be looking for the secrets inside, otherwise you wouldn't have kept me, because in the galaxy, only I, only I, can crack this incredible thing!"

Soshian did not respond immediately, but slowly stood up, turned and walked towards the exit. Before leaving, he turned back and said:

"Let Instructor Sol decide all of this. In any case, you have to pass his test first."

After saying that, he left the black stone prison, and then all the lighting spheres went out instantly, and the interior fell into endless darkness again.

Only a hoarse and low voice was constantly muttering to itself—

What exactly are you...

What exactly are you?

Soshian·Alexei.

After leaving the black stone fortress where Fabius was imprisoned, Soshian immediately received an unexpected and shocking message.

Talos is back, and he brought back a huge warship, but this warship was severely damaged, and Talos himself was injured. Soshian rushed to Ulanhuda as soon as possible.

"Talos, are you okay?"

When Soshian walked into the clean medical room, Talos had already sat up from the operating bed. Half-naked, he had several obvious sutures on his body. Sevatar, who had taken off his armor, sat on the other side of the chair, with a scar on his chin.

Something was actually able to injure Sevatar. Soshian was surprised.

"I'm fine."

Talos shook his head and took a big gulp of the nearby Lapis Lazuli drink.

"What happened? I heard there were some casualties in the Eleventh Company?"

"Ah, lost twenty or so people, and some combat robots, and that bastard Jando Skolevor finally ran away too."

"This"

Soshian looked at Sevatar.

"Any accidents?"

Sevatar nodded.

"Very unexpected... Originally, everything was going smoothly. That dog Jando Skolevor had already been tricked to the ground by us, and the ship was controlled at the first time, but I didn't expect a group of people to suddenly kill us."

"What people?"

"People you know, that group from the Second Legion."

Soshian frowned suddenly, and then squeezed out the name he hated the most from between his teeth

"Again... Salskenton!"