The Emperor’s Angel of Death

After examining him carefully, Sorskyy roughly figured out why a half-breed could swagger around serving the Choir of the Astronomican. Generally speaking, his "human component" was indeed higher. His appearance was relatively upright, so that people without much knowledge wouldn't associate him with aliens. At most, they would just think his appearance was a bit strange, but there were too many strange "people" in the Imperium, so it wasn't a big deal.

However, he was quite tall, about two meters, and with the power armor, he really had a bit of a Space Marine feel, just a bit thin.

That's right, he was wearing a set of MK4 power armor, but Sorskyy guessed that it had been internally modified to become force feedback armor. But this was enough to show that this person's physical fitness was extraordinary. You know, most Astropaths are weak and frail, and long-term "confinement" will cause their bodies to deteriorate rapidly, but this one can even wear power armor, obviously in terms of physical fitness, he is closer to the Eldar, with strength and speed beyond his appearance.

Looking at him, Sorskyy suddenly had a thought.

Is this roughly what my child with Veronica would look like?

"Identity?"

Iliyan Nastase's voice carried a trace of vigilance, his origins were the top secret of the Choir of the Astronomican.

"Oh, don't misunderstand, it's because you served with the Dark Angels, you know, they are relatively secretive."

Hearing Sorskyy say this, Iliyan showed a look of sudden understanding, and then explained:

"I understand what you mean, um... but actually I didn't have much contact with them. In two years, I hardly left the Astropath spire of the Rock, and I didn't see more than five warriors, mainly just reporting to Master Ezekiel."

"Um, it seems that Chapter Master Calgar must appreciate you very much? He even gave you a set of armor."

Sorskyy walked to his side, looked at the Ultramarines symbol on his shoulder armor, and frowned slightly, but this Ω was slightly different, with a symbol of the Choir of the Astronomican in the middle.

"Just did some small work, Chapter Master Calgar favored me."

"Then why was he willing to let you leave?"

"This is an order from the Choir of the Astronomican, Chapter Master Calgar always abides by the rules and laws."

Speaking of this, he was actually a little depressed. Originally, he was doing well with the Ultramarines and had gained everyone's approval. As a result, the director of the Choir of the Astronomican didn't know what nerve he had touched, and actually threw him to the distant Storm Zone with a single order. It took him more than a year just to get there. (Many so-called storytelling videos will call him a Librarian, but he is a serious Astropath)

But logically speaking, it would be faster to transfer someone directly from the Sol System. He really couldn't think of a reason to transfer himself, and could only explain it as another bout of madness from the bloated bureaucracy.

He didn't know, but Sorskyy knew very well. After all, he had received the reply from Prime Minister Derian a long time ago. This Imperial tinkerer had the director of the Choir of the Astronomican sign an order that he would soon forget with a bottle of top-quality Eldar wine, and this bottle of wine was just one of the many gifts Sorskyy had given him, the most important were several exquisite Eldar artifacts that were difficult to find even in the top cold trade chains. The origin of these things were "smuggling seizures," and he believed that Derian would use them on key people.

The more consolidated Derian's power was, the clearer his eyes and ears in Terra would be, and the easier it would be to do things.

This may sound corrupt, but this is the rule of operation of the mortal bureaucracy. Since the Emperor chose this path, then these are unavoidable, or rather, unavoidable with the current social form of mankind. And for Sorskyy, it is much easier to use the rules than to fight against them, but this is only the case when he is at this level.

But as unpleasant as it sounds, it is really convenient. What any other Chapter Master, even a founding Chapter Master, could not do, he could do with a snap of his fingers.

"I just applied to the Choir of the Astronomican for an experienced Astropath supervisor, because not long ago our Astropath supervisor here was transferred to the Saint Caspalen diocese, where a tug-of-war is underway with the Tyranids. Communication is very important, but it is easily interfered with, so we can only send more forces, resulting in some vacant supervisor positions in the Nason System."

Iliyan nodded slightly, answering in a very official tone:

"Everything is as the Emperor wills."

"I also hope that we will cooperate happily in the future. By the way, Consul Iliyan, are you from Terra?"

Sorskyy turned around and returned to his seat, while using a gentle tone to "chat," and beckoned:

"Give Consul Iliyan a chair."

"Thank you, Chapter Master."

Hearing the chair fall into place behind him, Iliyan sat down, and then replied:

"I am not from Terra."

"Oh? Could it be from Macragge? Seeing how extraordinary you look, your parents should also be Astropaths, right?"

"No."

Seeing that Iliyan always avoided his origins and background, and his voice became more and more vigilant, Sorskyy stopped pestering him, and then asked:

"Looking at your information, you are already 79 years old, but you still look very young."

"I had a life extension surgery."

Iliyan was very experienced in this kind of questioning, so he basically answered fluently, making it impossible for people to find any loopholes, but he was a little worried in his heart. The other party's questions sounded very casual, but in fact each one pointed to his biggest secret.

A Xenos hybrid, Iliyan knew what this meant. When he went to serve with the Dark Angels, he had been subjected to a week of continuous review and questioning. If Ezekiel hadn't come forward to clarify, he might have really gone to the mysterious "Rock Prison", but in the end he was only transferred away from the Dark Angels after two years. On the other hand, he received more understanding from the Ultramarines. Although Calgar also felt that his appearance was a bit peculiar, he never suspected his identity, or pretended not to know.

This is also why his armor still has the Ultramarines symbols and colors on it.

Sorskyy knew that the other party was still wary, and he also needed time to observe this person, so he nodded.

"I see, you must be very tired after a long journey. How about this, you don't need to rush to work immediately. I'll have someone arrange a pleasant manor for you, rest for a week, and then go to preside over the Astropath spire."

Iliyan stood up and bowed in thanks.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I am worried that it will delay and miss important messages. Every message may represent a tragic battle that is taking place, representing a world that is being attacked. From the moment I joined the Choir of the Astronomican, I was constantly taught that our souls are as light as a feather, but our responsibility is as heavy as mountains. Any small omission or error may lead to a disastrous defeat in a war, and the loss of hundreds of billions, trillions of Imperial citizens."

Hearing him say this, Sorskyy couldn't help but nod.

"I am relieved to have a responsible person like you presiding over the Astropath spire. Then let's make it one day, take a nap for one day, and go to work in the best condition."