The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Seeing the Iron Man remain silent, Sorkash smiled and said:

"What? Don't believe me?"

"I believe you, but I don't know what price I will have to pay, or what you are going to take from me. The only thing I have is freedom, and that already belongs to you."

"The Iron Men I know are all incredibly powerful and possess great abilities. UR-025, what are you best at?"

After a few seconds of silence, the other party blurted out:

"Lying."

This made not only Sorkash but also Starscourge and Dorar laugh. Starscourge joked:

"That's indeed an unparalleled ability for a machine."

But the Iron Man calmly replied:

"Lying comes from spontaneous morality rather than programmed instructions, just like my other consciousness. This has helped me avoid countless dangers because most people firmly believe that machines don't lie or deceive. Although Arnan once told me that lying is bad, my entire existence has been a lie since the Human Empire ruled most of the galaxy. So, I have to remind myself of the truth every day to prevent lying from becoming a habit."

Sorkash raised his hand to stop everyone's laughter and said:

"UR-025, you've been active in the galaxy for so long, you should have accumulated a wealth of knowledge, right? Have you ever thought about finding Master Arnan?"

"I looked for him, but after searching for ten thousand years without any clues, I had no choice but to give up."

"Well then, I can let you see Master Arnan, and I can also let you see the kind of beings you've been searching for. But as you said, there is a price to pay."

After a moment of silence, UR-025 responded:

"What do you want from me?"

"Tell me your true ability. Your physical body isn't strong. Any Eldar could tear you apart. Combat is not your essence. You're not a professional war machine like Mercer, and you're far less powerful in terms of data than the Vast Intelligence. You also don't pilot a super battleship, yet you've survived tens of thousands of years of darkness. So, tell me the answer."

Realizing that he couldn't hide it, UR-025 replied in a somewhat frustrated tone:

"I have an extensive and vast database. This is my treasure, and I hope this treasure will always remain with me. The current humans cannot accept such things."

Staring at the Iron Man, Sorkash tapped the throne lightly with his fingers, and after a moment, a smile appeared.

"You're really good at lying. You've been wandering around the galaxy all these years, probably not just for adventure. You're looking for those beings, probably not just because you're lonely. If I'm not mistaken... you should be looking for something, right? You think I'm bluffing when I say I know Master Arnan? No, I know what the Nalanda Sangha is, and I also know what was originally stored there. Why would Master Arnan take an Iron Man there for no reason?"

Sorkash leaned back, a self-deprecating smile on his face, and muttered to himself:

"Is this what Master Arnan meant by 'fate has arrived'?"

At this time, the light in UR-025's eyes began to change color, but suddenly, when Sorkash raised his hand, clusters of threadworms emerged from the ground, tightly缠绕 UR-025's legs and body.

"Why? I have no malice."

"Stop lying. I know you want to run. You have some kind of dimension transfer device installed in your body that allows you to quickly travel through various spaces, but unfortunately, I'm very familiar with this technology."

With that, Sorkash stood up and took a step forward.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared behind UR-025 and pressed his right hand on the other's bald head.

"It's unwise to play these little tricks in front of me, UR-025, or should I say, the Omnissiah's Truth."

When Sorkash spoke that name, all the Eldar present showed surprised or even shocked expressions. After all, this thing was too famous. Even though it was a human creation, it had a certain degree of notoriety in Eldar society, and normal people certainly couldn't imagine that this divine object that the Adeptus Mechanicus had been searching for for ten thousand years was actually a running Iron Man?

In fact, Sorkash had deduced it step by step.

"Normally, you shouldn't have mentioned the Nalanda Sangha, because I don't know you. You could have made up any origin to dismiss my question, but you chose the mysterious monk and the Nalanda Sangha, the most suspicious statement, which is obviously to arouse my curiosity, because you not only saw that I'm human, but even saw that I'm not an ordinary human. So you think I'm a Space Marine, or a Primarch? But none of that matters. You're trying to lead me to the topic of the Nalanda Sangha step by step, because you know I have a fragment of the Omnissiah's Truth key, or rather, a fragment of the Nalanda Sangha key. After I take the bait, you'll tell me you know the approximate location of the Omnissiah's Truth, and then use this to bargain with me and get that fragment."

Sorkash bent down slightly, tilting his head to look at the other's flickering eyes.

"So your coming to the Blackstone Fortress this time was clearly not for some adventure. You came to find me, so I kept asking you what your purpose was, and every one of your answers had loopholes. You're indeed good at lying, but not good enough. Not many people know I have a fragment of the Truth. Who are you working for? Is it that person who calls himself Macardo? Or someone named Li? Or the Void Dragon in the Martian labyrinth? You have to be honest this time. You have many mysterious miniature devices installed in your body. I can feel them, but don't expect them to be of any use. Here, in this place, you can't escape my grasp."

"I..."

UR-025's voice actually showed a hint of panic.

"...I don't belong to anyone, nor am I anyone's slave or subordinate..."

"Oh? Then who told you I had what you wanted here?"

"No one..."

"Lying will get you hurt, you know?"

"It was a friend of mine..."

"A friend? Who is he?"

"I call him the Blacksmith."

"The Blacksmith? Can't you be more specific?"

"He is very large, with black skin and eyes like torches. We met six thousand years ago and adventured together for a while. He seemed to have lost all his memories, but he was very interested in forging and furnaces. Occasionally, he would fall into a gloomy silence. After we separated due to some changes, he went into seclusion in a world filled with primitive volcanoes on the edge of the galaxy."

As soon as he said this, it was Sorkash's turn to be surprised.

"Large, black skin, eyes like torches UR-025, you should know a lot about the history of the Empire, right? Didn't you guess his identity?"

"I guessed it, but he didn't say it, and I wouldn't ask, because we are friends."

Sorkash raised his head and looked at Dorar.

"My dear, have you guessed who he's talking about?"

Dorar pondered for a moment and replied:

"It's very likely to be one of the Human Empire's Primarchs, Vulkan."