The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Hearing Soshjan's barbed mockery, Skarman Havas and Boozer Hard clenched their fists, but they had never encountered a Space Marine so skilled in rhetoric, and they were immediately speechless. Moreover, their witness was now gone.

"Very well, Soshjan Alexsey, this matter will not end here. There are many others who were rescued, and we will obtain new evidence from them. Malakim will not be able to clear his name no matter what."

"Words alone are not enough."

Soshjan said slowly:

"Since when does the Inquisition judge cases with just words? Without accurate witnesses and physical evidence, what you say doesn't count. Of course, I also know that very few of your judgments are based on evidence. The decisions you make are just shooting arrows and then drawing targets. Under such practices, anyone is a suspect. It's been like this for ten thousand years. Indeed, I have no right to interfere with the Inquisition."

After a pause, Soshjan said meaningfully:

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"But this is a war zone now, and anything can happen. I hope you two will pay attention to your safety if you go out."

"You dare threaten us!"

"How did you hear that as a threat?"

Soshjan raised his finger and pointed outside the door.

"There are now billions, even hundreds of billions, of Tyranid swarming towards this place. This is a war, and anything can happen. Are you unaware of this, or are you all here on vacation?"

"All aliens are threats, regardless of priority."

"Threats don't have priorities, but lives do. Are you here to save hundreds of billions of humans from the maw of the Tyranids, or for that Eldar court that you believe may be a threat?"

Skarman was momentarily speechless, stammering for a long time before vaguely saying:

"Of course... of course, it's to fight against the Tyranids... but this doesn't..."

"Good, since that's the case, then let's deal with the most urgent matter first. We'll deal with the others after we've repelled the Tyranids, is that okay?"

Faced with Soshjan's swift series of actions, the two alien inquisitors were completely unable to resist. After reluctantly agreeing, they hurriedly left the church, not knowing whether they were going to find the Watch Fortress commander of the Deathwatch or going back to discuss how to deal with this aggressive Chapter Master.

Thus, only the Space Marines of the Alliance of Sorrow remained in the church.

"It's a pity to just let them go. We should have made them leave something behind."

Seth said regretfully, wielding his man-splitter chainsword. From his slightly reddened eyes, it could be seen that he was very eager for blood at this moment.

"Turning against the Reclaimers is ultimately not good. We will still need them in the subsequent fight against the Tyranids."

After Metellus finished speaking, he sighed softly, not knowing if it was because of the conflict just now or something else.

Seth waved his hand dismissively.

"We haven't won a single battle because of these inquisitors! They are completely just a burden!"

Soshjan then walked to Malakim and placed his hand on his shoulder.

"Brother Malakim, I understand everything. I feel sorry and honored for those warriors of the Lamenters who sacrificed themselves. In this dark forty-first millennium, it is because of people like them that the Imperium of Man has not fallen into the same abyss as its enemies. As for the Eldar, don't worry about it. It's meaningless to speculate on the intentions of those aliens. We don't need to care about what they are doing. Just do our own thing. Only the Emperor can judge everything, whether it is right or wrong, good or evil."

Malakim looked at Soshjan, and after a moment of silence, he said slowly:

"Our regret is that we didn't save more people."

"The first lesson I learned when I became Chapter Master was that human power has its limits. We are not gods and do not need to blame ourselves for this. Just have a clear conscience."

However, Soshjan noticed that Malakim's eyes were flickering at this moment. He had noticed before that Malakim's gaze towards him when he came in was a little strange.

Did he discover something?

Or did he see himself when he was on the ship?

Although he had various guesses in his mind, Soshjan could only pretend to be calm, and then turned to the Lamenters' Second Company Captain. The expression on this person's face was also very depressed and low, obviously reality had given him a lesson called 'The Farmer and the Snake'. He didn't expect that those priests he had kindly brought to the Cardinal World would accuse him.

"Captain Huarez, there is no need to worry about this matter. I believe that the vast majority of the rescued people must be grateful and respectful to you. The evil ones are only a minority. The sacrifices of the Lamenters will not be in vain, nor will they be forgotten."

"Thank you for your comfort, Chapter Master Soshjan."

Soshjan turned his gaze back to Malakim.

"The Lamenters have suffered such heavy personnel losses this time, why not take the warriors back to Victory's Scar for reorganization and recuperation first? You can come back to support if needed later."

Malakim shook his head.

"How can we escape from the front lines of the war? Although we don't have much strength now, we will contribute as much as we can."

Seeing him like this, Soshjan no longer insisted.

"Many military equipment has been brought from Victory's Scar this time. The Lamenters should replenish and repair themselves for a while. The battle will not start immediately. I also need to start establishing a war zone command."

After the intense meeting with the inquisitors, Soshjan also met with Ignatius II.

This Patriarch is a typical product of interest games. It's not that he's incompetent, but his influence and control are very limited. As a professional priest from a clerical family, he only knew how to recite various religious scriptures from the time he learned to read. After studying deeply in the seminary for twenty years, he directly became a bishop relying on family influence, and he climbed all the way up without doing anything. At the age of sixty-five, he sat in the position of Cardinal, becoming a member of the 80-person College of Cardinals, and at the age of eighty-eight, he became Patriarch.

Looking at his entire resume, there is almost nothing outstanding, but there are no mistakes. As far as his personal life is concerned, his wife had one when he was young but also died very early. He has two children, both daughters, who are already married. There are no mistresses or other scandals. He is not very fond of enjoyment. The only exception is that the basin for washing his face every day must be a unique wooden basin. This is a specialty from a distant galaxy, which produces a rich and unique lavender scent when immersed in hot water, but it can only be used once, but this cannot be called enjoyment for a ruler who controls the lives of trillions of people.

The impression that most people have of him is that he is stale, rigid, boring, and cautious.

The only characteristic that Soshjan can think of for such a person to be able to sit on the Patriarch is that he is slick. Hidden under this Ignatius II's rigid appearance must be an extremely smooth and exquisite heart, so that he can maneuver, balance, and smooth things over in the complex multi-party interests.