Chapter 3294 The Uneasy Soshyan
When Soshyan opened his eyes again, the first thing that caught his eye were the worried faces of Talos and Thor.
The first thing he said after sitting up from the bed was -
"Sorry, I was careless."
Saul was the first to ask:
"What happened?"
"The Necrons deployed a trap, and the boat almost capsized in a small ditch accidentally."
After gently raising the topic, Soshiyang He turned to ask:
"How is Amnak?"
Talos answered him.
"It's nothing."
"Thanks to him this time."
Saul still seemed to want to know what happened to Soshyan.
"Do the Necron have weapons against you?"
"Of course, but I don't know what they are, they seem to be coming from orbit."
Sol looked at him and stopped asking further questions, just nodded.
"It's okay."
Soshyan looked at Talos.
“How long has it been?”
“Nine days.”
"That's okay. Have there been any major events recently?"
"No major events, just that some reinforcements have come one after another. Now the number of Astra Militarum has reached 10 million, and the number of Orpsian militia has also reached 10 million. It is still increasing, currently more than 120 million, oh, and there are also scattered naval forces drawn from the surrounding star areas. , but they are all old ships, the largest ones are cruisers."
"Thank you, I will deal with these things as soon as possible."
Say, Soshiyang got off the bed. He stepped on the cold floor with his bare feet, then walked to the clothes rack nearby, picked up a robe, put it on, and then left the medical cabin.
Thor looked at his back, then turned to Talos.
"It's the first time I've seen him so flustered. He had always had a high degree of confidence, even a little arrogant, but now he suddenly seems to be a different person."
"Let him handle it by himself."
Taros did not respond directly and turned around and walked out of the medical cabin. Thor stood there thinking for a moment and sighed softly.
After briefly handling military affairs and proving to everyone that he had "come out", Soshyan went to another place uncharacteristically, a place he had not been to for a long, long time.
“Hu——”
Amidst the deep breathing, the simple two-handed sword shone in the soft light, and wherever the blade passed, the light seemed to be briefly divided.
Soshyan was just wearing a simple blue waist training suit, sweating in the training room. It seemed that only the weight of the sword in his hand gave him comfort, keeping him grounded, and letting him feel it firsthand. At this moment, I am actually here.
This is a place of peace and tranquility, of pure purpose, simple and uncomplicated. He turned and let the hilt slip through his palm, letting it become an extension of his arm, an extension of his soul.
As he moved, a strange halo began to flicker around him, and then the light came up and turned into images of Necrons.
Soshyan's breathing became heavy. He concentrated his will and moved forward. Despite his strong body, his movements were graceful.
One stab, one pick, one swing.
Visual hostile shadows dissolve into nothingness, but there is more.
Surrounded by countless cold metal souls, Soshiyang's attention began to scatter again unconsciously. He tried hard to force himself not to think about those things, but he couldn't control it
His worries were confirmed. Easily gained power always comes at a price, whether it's physical or other aspects.
Soshyan now felt like a badly repaired broken vessel, everything he was proud of draining away, though the thought made him uneasy.
Sometimes his mind was filled with fragments - snippets of conversations he couldn't remember if they ever really existed, faces without names, names without faces.
The embers of old emotions burn into new life and then fade away again.
Those souls he knew or forgot, those souls he killed.
In a daze, he felt a ghostly cold air blowing towards his face, and could clearly hear the footsteps on the marble floor, as well as the howl from the skinner's throat, all of which became louder and louder< br>
His skin tingled, the book in his hand was heavy, the Phoenix Gate of the Supreme Heaven suddenly opened, and then
Soshiyang shook his head hard, exhaled, grabbed the sword tightly, and tried to Draw strength from the mechanical training you have become familiar with countless times and gain confidence from its use.
This is not an unfamiliar book!
He turned and pierced the air, letting the weight of the blade complete his thoughts, just as he had been taught by Thor.
But those memory fragments do not come alone.
A cold silver hand stretched out towards him, and Soshyan retreated suddenly, the sword in his hand cutting through the air in a panic.
He heard the wild laughter, and the image in front of him shook and dissipated, and another broken memory emerged. The crazy god was raging among the stars. It had unparalleled desires and ambitions, trying to rush towards the beyond. matter and spirit The ultimate origin of God.
“Keeping your heart quiet, still not sick, and forgetting life and death, is your true nature.”
Soshiyang whispered repeatedly, which was given to him by Master Ananda. The heart trick can calm his depressed mind.
Gradually, his voice echoed throughout the training ground, merging with the ethereal roar of the Necron.
The reflection of the sword melted into the starlight. His movements slowed down and became more determined. He began to relax his muscles and let his attention wander away from the shattered sight.
No matter what, he doesn’t need anyone to remind him of who he is: he will stick to everything he values, no matter what the cost.
And one of the most important points is that he is the Astartes, the incarnation of death. In the name of the Lord of Mankind, he launches war, fights, dies, and fights again, until he achieves the final victory, or the final victory. collapse.
Although this thought did not bring him much comfort, victory was uncertain, and sometimes the cost seemed beyond what he could bear, it was this thought and experience that shaped him as a person. If he gave up This, that is, if he gives up himself, what he holds on to will be swallowed up, there is no doubt about it - his love for his wife cannot replace this anchor point.
His spirit was soothed and he was able to focus more on the sword in his hand and the stars shining on the blade - the mad god still haunted him, reminding him of this all the time.
If he truly was a weapon forged for a purpose, he would work hard to achieve it.
Soshyan put on a defensive posture, turned his wrist, raised the sword, and took a step to the left.
Then he stopped, put down his sword, and felt a new presence behind him.
“Few people can conquer their own fears with their own sword.”
Soshiyan turned around.
"I can't defeat it either."
When Talos walked over with a smile, the virtual shadows disappeared, and the lights were lit up, and the light returned to the training room.
"So you must have something to say to me."