The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Although it was inferred that the Votann Federation was likely the work of Grand Master Ananda, judging by the current Votann Federation's mercenary, money-oriented atmosphere, Sol thought that it must be far from Grand Master Ananda's original vision. If he had really tried to create an ideal country in his mind, then he had obviously failed. Even though the Votann Federation is indeed much better than the Imperium now, it is far from being 'ideal'. Did Grand Master Ananda leave because of disappointment?

Or was it because of his departure that the current Votann Federation was created?

Moreover, Grand Master Ananda never mentioned anything about the Kin to him. Sol could only speculate about this matter in his heart, and it was not easy to ask directly.

Orod, Wok Autocrat, the Kin, Grand Master Ananda, He, Xerxes, Asuryan, Star Gods, Old Ones...

So many things seemed to be connected by a single thread. Sol seemed to have vaguely grasped something.

"Guest?"

But a voice ultimately disrupted the brief burst of inspiration he had, and everything returned to a complex tangle. Then the voice became somewhat restrained and uneasy.

"Did I disturb you?"

Sol smiled and shook his head.

"No, but I might trouble you with something."

"Please speak, we have received instructions that the guest's requests need to be met as much as possible."

"Help me fill a few more cups, and send them to the flight deck. Add a barrel."

"Understood, we will prepare it for you immediately."

Sol handed the cup to the other party, watching the Ironkin trot towards the barrel. For some reason, he suddenly thought of Rozim.

After thinking for a while, he called the other party again and asked if they could send a few barrels of Bergman to the cabins where the 1st Company and 9th Company were located. The "bartender" in charge of the beer readily agreed to this matter, so Sol arranged for two barrels to be sent to each company, and remotely notified the two company commanders that this was his arrangement and they didn't need to worry too much, just treat it as a normal beverage.

Then he and the two Ironkin responsible for delivering the wine took an internal railcar to the flight deck - since the internal passages of the Kin warship were too narrow for Sol, he could only go to a limited number of places. At this time, two Blackstar gunships were parked in the maintenance area of the flight deck, carrying two kill-teams and a Watch Master. Due to Sol's relationship, the Star Knights' company could get two spacious cabins on the Wavesplitter, but the Deathwatch obviously didn't have a good reputation in the Votann League. For safety reasons, they were confined to their own aircraft. Watch Master Viderian had no objection to this. His original words were that he didn't like being in a "small boat full of alien aura and shorties who can't even straighten their waists".

It can only be said that his attitude clearly shows that the Kin's concerns are justified.

"Watch Master Viderian?"

Hearing Sol's voice, the left hatch of one of the Blackstar gunships opened, and Sol immediately walked up the ramp.

The interior of the Blackstar gunship is much more spacious than most of the flight vehicles currently used by the chapter, and it can be said to be a perfect combination of carrying capacity, mobility, and firepower. Sol actually likes this equipment quite a bit, but the production technology of the Blackstar gunship is only in the hands of a limited number of Forge Worlds. Although Ulan Huda was arranged to find a way to imitate it, it shouldn't be easy to achieve results in a short time.

Bending over and entering, Sol saw seven warriors sitting in the cabin, including Watch Master Viderian. They were all doing their own things. Viderian seemed to be checking something with a data-slate, while Nulrus was maintaining his bolter. The Space Wolf to his left was constantly throwing a kind of bone dice, not knowing if it was a game or some kind of superstitious primitive divination method.

When he walked in, everyone looked at him, and Viderian also stood up.

"Chapter Master Sol, what's going on?"

"Nothing, just..."

Sol turned to look at the closed hatch on the other side. Viderian nodded in understanding. Nulrus immediately pressed the button behind him, and the hatch slowly opened and lowered the ramp.

In a burst of rustling footsteps, two Ironkin came in steadily carrying huge plates with metal wine glasses on them.

The Deathwatch in black armor sitting on the hanging chairs looked at these little dwarves, then looked at each other, and finally cast their gazes on Sol.

"A very famous beer brand among the short people, called Bergman. I've tried it, and it feels okay... Although I know you won't be thirsty, I still want to share it."

Hearing Sol's explanation, the Deathwatch were still silent, but their eyes changed. Some were still puzzled, some seemed very strange, but some were eager to try, such as the one from the Space Wolves.

But no one moved, including Viderian, who was among those who looked confused.

After a few seconds, he shifted his gaze to the Ironkin and said slowly:

"Chapter Master Sol, we must always maintain vigilance and restraint against aliens, especially when we are surrounded by them."

"I've tried it, and there's no problem, but if you insist..."

"Actually... a small sip shouldn't hurt, right?"

Ullerson, the Space Wolf with a furry face, rubbed his hands. His eyes never left the wine glasses. Everyone knew that the Space Wolves had a culture of drinking, so they were not surprised by his reaction, but someone next to the Wolf suddenly mocked:

"Aren't you afraid that these shorties will put something in the wine, knock you out, and throw you out of the ship?"

"Hey, what strong alcohol from Fenris haven't I drunk? If this can knock me out, I'll admit it, okay."

After saying that, he stood up, walked to the Ironkin, bent down and picked up a glass, turned around and glanced at Viderian, and after finding that the other party didn't say anything, he couldn't wait to take a big gulp.

A moment later, he exhaled comfortably.

"爽! This wine is good, although it's not strong, it's very mellow, and the taste is also great. The shorties have something! Alas, I haven't drunk any good wine since I left Fenris."

Then he took another sip, and then turned around.

"Since you all don't want it——"

Before he could reach out to grab another glass, someone had already taken it first.

"Consider others more, okay."

After Nulrus picked up the glass, he handed it to a comrade not far away, and then simply took the entire plate, not giving the Wolf a chance to continue. After handing the plate to the Space Marines, the Ironkin immediately withdrew from the Blackstar gunship, after all, these people were not very friendly, although they would not show any emotions, they must have been unhappy.

"Then why did you say you wouldn't drink it before?"

After distributing the glasses to the others, Nulrus came to Viderian with a glass.

Viderian hesitated for a moment, took the glass, and cautiously sipped a small mouthful, swallowing it only after confirming with his keen sense of taste that there were no harmful substances.

In the end, the Watch Master nodded in affirmation of the contents of the glass.