The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Please come in."

Solomon's voice came. Ilian nodded and walked into the office, while Canelli took the opportunity to leave and close the door.

At this time, Ilian's armor had been changed to the silver-gray color of the Star Knights, but this armor was not his previous one. He certainly wouldn't change that one, as it was of great significance to him personally. This set of force feedback armor was given to him by Solomon, exquisitely crafted by the forge world Ekvorria, with better protection and comfort than his previous set. Of course, the color was also changed to the Star Knights' color scheme, and the logo was as well.

After all, it would be a bit strange for a psyker working in the Star Knights to be wearing the Ultramarines' sky blue and logo every day.

Ilian was naturally a little uneasy about Solomon's generosity. Even if he was slow to notice, he felt that this Chapter Master seemed to value him particularly, not only with high treatment in all aspects but also with a high position, showing an unusual trust.

As a mixed-blood born in the chaotic Maelstrom, Ilian certainly wouldn't naively believe in unprovoked generosity, but the other party's status was there, and it wasn't convenient for him to ask directly.

"Sit down, Psyker Ilian."

"Thank you, Chapter Master."

Walking cautiously across the red carpet, Ilian sat down on the chair to the right of the desk, then took out a data-slate to explain his purpose.

"Chapter Master, this is the result of divination and identification of the psychic signals received in the Amara ​​Star System recently. Some of the signals that are too long have been excluded, and some are manually transmitted messages."

A servo-skull floated to his side, and the mechanical arm of its jaw grabbed the data-slate, then slowly flew to Solomon and placed it on the desk.

Solomon picked it up and began to browse directly.

There was a lot of information, as always, coming from all directions, mostly requests for help, and a few transmissions.

Solomon directly ignored the requests for help. He couldn't manage such a large Tempest Galaxy. Besides, he wasn't the Grand Marshal of the Tempest Galaxy (there was indeed such a position), and he would wait until the High Lords were willing to give him that title. Now, it was enough for him to manage his own small territory.

Most of the other messages were also broad-spectrum reports, and only a few could attract Solomon's attention, but they were basically out of reach, such as the area of the Tempest Galaxy close to the Ultima Segmentum.

There were very few point-to-point transmissions, but they were all very important.

For example, on the Victory Scar side, Solomon knew that the xeno-sympathizing Inquisitor Arcturus had already connected with the Ascetics and handed over a series of "evidence" in his hand to the Ascetics Chapter, which was regarded as a conclusion to the previous attack—Skaman had privately found Solomon before and vaguely mentioned that a "friend" had found the culprit who attacked the Ascetics Chapter. At that time, Solomon deliberately pretended to be surprised and questioned whether the culprit was the so-called "Eternal Court."

Skaman told Solomon that the real attackers were a group of Corsair pirates disguised as the Eternal Court, and their purpose was to provoke a war between the Empire and the Eternal Court.

And his friend wanted to connect with the Ascetics through Solomon and the Suffering Alliance to find out the ins and outs of the matter, and by the way, find a way to rescue Lord Mazal, who was still in the stasis field. After all, the loss of such a veteran and meritorious Chapter Master would be a great loss to the Empire, and it could also reduce the risk of a full-scale conflict with the Eternal Court.

As a Space Marine, Solomon certainly stated—"There are no good aliens, only dead aliens!" Regardless of whether they were the attackers, it would not affect their crusade against the aliens!

Skaman earnestly explained to him the current predicament of the Empire, with enemies everywhere, Chaos, Orks, Tyranids, and Necrons, each of which was more deadly than the Eldar, and these enemies were also enemies of the Eldar. The two sides could find some common ground, and he cited the example of the Lamenters.

Solomon finally "reluctantly" accepted this statement. Looking back now, that scene was a bit strange.

"Inquisitor Skaman, speaking of which, why are you so concerned about the affairs of the Eldar? The area where you operate most of the time should have no Eldar, right?"

In the dim chamber, only Solomon, dressed in a simple monk's robe, sat at one end of the long table, leaning against the chair, rolling a brass-colored bolt shell with his right fingertip, while Skaman, wearing an Inquisitor's robe and a black wide-brimmed hat, was at the other end, holding a steaming teacup in both hands.

Hearing Solomon's meaningful question, a smile appeared on Skaman's gloomy face under the brim of his hat, and then he said softly:

"I'm just passing on a message for a friend. I don't know much about the Eldar myself."

"You don't know, but you trust your friend so much?"

"I have worked with him for many years and believe in his ability and character."

Solomon sighed softly.

"Inquisitor Skaman, people change. I have deeply realized this in recent years. Many people who were very familiar in the past have suddenly become strangers."

"The galaxy is constantly changing, and people will naturally change, but there are always some things that remain unchanged."

Solomon raised his eyebrows slightly and placed the bolt shell upright on the table.

"Inquisitor, it's just you and me here. What do you think of the Eternal Court? I know a little about this alien faction. From my personal point of view, it is theoretically, no, it is actually a threat to the Empire."

"I do not deny this, Chapter Master Solomon. After all, from the moment of its birth, the Empire has been fighting against various alien races almost every minute and every second, including the Eldar. Since they have hatred for each other, they naturally have threats to each other. However, the conflicts facing the Empire today far exceed any previous era. Just like you said before, many things that were familiar in the past have suddenly become strange. The vast majority of the Empire's decisions, stemming from the higher-ups, are swaying on two dimensions, inertia based on history and dogma, or consideration based on realistic interests. And as Astartes, you should also be very clear that the choices of various forces in the Empire tend to favor the former in many cases. After all, reality is easy to be criticized, and the rules are always correct. Even if they are wrong, others can't find any problems."

After Skaman finished speaking, he paused for a moment, picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then shook his head and sighed.

"This taste is really good. I have drunk so many teas, but I have never tasted such a clear and sweet taste. Where was I? Ah, Chapter Master Solomon, what do you think is the reason why the Empire advocates the elimination of all alien races?"

Solomon pondered for a moment and replied:

"To ensure the survival space of mankind?"