Chapter 24 Monument
Since his rescue, Soshyan has been in isolation from the outside world.
In the first few days after the battle, he was only allowed to stay in the infirmary. Although he tried to prevent it, the medic took off his power armor-but he never let the power armor The backpack has never left his sight and no one is allowed to touch it.
During the days when he received medical treatment, he learned that the fleet of the Mechanicus had arrived to collect the remains of the world engine. They were always obsessed with these alien technologies.
Soshyan even heard that the bishop of the Mechanicus complained to Vennistan about why he wanted to smash the world engine.
After finishing the diagnosis and treatment, he was not allowed to leave. Although Venetilius did not say the reason, he knew it very well.
He was teleported directly from subspace to the bridge. The Chapter Chaplain had every reason to suspect that he had been contaminated by Chaos, so he had to go through a series of observations and considerations to ensure that his Purity.
On the other hand, Venetius also bluntly stated that the losses in this operation were too huge. He must carefully report the situation to his superiors. As the only survivor of the battle group, Soshyan must make the final decision. Before coming out, hide in the darkness.
Venetilius also had an honor that he must defend.
But this kind of thinking is really strange to Soshyan.
Within the Astral Knights Chapter, justice, rather than politics, is always the primary concern of its leaders.
However, Soshiyan also understood that as a founding group with a large number of sub-groups, the Ultramarines and the warriors living in it required far more complexity than a sub-group. The key is that the Astral Knights are in principle A sub-group of the Imperial Fists.
This battle was so tragic that the Ultramarines must give the Imperial Fists a reasonable explanation.
For this, Soshyan didn't care about them, or their superior Chapter Master.
Now he only cares about his responsibilities and the future of the war group that has been virtually destroyed.
This mentality enriched Soshyan's life on the ship.
He rejected the luxurious cabin offered by Venetilius and instead sought solitude on the lower deck, making it his own space.
Venetilius visited him once during his recovery period and sent him a set of repair materials for power armor - now everyone on the ship knew that Soshyan refused anyone to touch his Power armor, even if it's badly damaged.
No one knows the real reason. Everyone thinks that he is remembering his fallen comrades.
Despite the fierce quarrel before, Soshyan accepted the gift with gratitude and quickly applied the rudimentary skills he had learned to his armor.
Although Space Marines are soldiers, they also need to learn how to simply repair their equipment, including power armor.
However, Soshyan's craftsmanship is very average. Most of the time, he just uses thick nails to fix the repaired armor in the broken position, which makes his power armor look like an ancient object from dozens of centuries ago. .
"I really can't imagine your obsession with your broken power armor, Soshiyang."
Just as he lowered his head and made a clanging noise, in A familiar voice sounded at the entrance of the cabin.
Part of the room has been turned into a crude training ground by Soshyan. His bed is a hard pallet, no better than the operating bed in the medical room, and is stuffed far away in the corner. inside, and his weapons were placed in front of the bed.
When Soshyan heard Venetilius's voice, he stopped moving and put down the right wrist guard that he was tapping.
"I said, I wish not to be disturbed, sir."
Soshyan said briefly, without any emotion in his tone.
Venetilius stepped into the flickering firelight. In the room, Soshyan set up several improvised burning braziers as lighting.
“You really don’t want to get a new one?”
"I will speak when necessary, sir."
Venetilius glanced at Soshyan's riveted armor.
"It doesn't look very strong. Maybe you can leave it to our technical sergeants to handle."
Soshiyan sat back on the ground and began to execute each step accurately and methodically. A patching step.
“My company commander often told me that nothing is more reliable than your own hands, except your brothers.”
"I see."
Venetilius continued to row in circles in Soshyan's cabin. He could see sweat gathering in the scars deeply etched on Soshyan's face. The scars were his A glorification of a heroic act.
“It seems to be getting heavier and heavier, doesn’t it.”
Hearing this nonsense, Soshyan stopped and began to think about what the Ultramarines wanted to say. , but immediately realized that he meant something else.
Then he turned to Venetilius.
"You're not here to discuss patching techniques, are you, Captain Seventh?"
"I'm surprised you didn't ask about the aftermath of the battle."
"The aliens and their filth The dirty tomb was destroyed, and we paid a heavy price, what else is there to say?"
Venetilius frowned. "Have you ever wondered why Amurad wanted to save you alone?"
"This is our battle group's business."
The Ultramarines narrowed their eyes.
“When our think tank told me that Amurad asked to rescue a recruit, I almost thought he had gone crazy again.”
Soshiyan’s face immediately became serious, if Wen Wen Nistan continued to speak rudely, and he would definitely go up and teach the other party a lesson - even if he was on the other party's battleship.
“But after seeing you, I probably understand why he did this. You are a very good warrior. Even in our war group, there are only a few people with your qualities. Maybe the second company commander..."
As he spoke, Venetilius's eyes drifted from Soshyan's serious face to a certain point behind him.
"Ah..."
Soshyan followed Venitilius's gaze, turned his head and finally realized that the other person was looking at his iron halo.
"A memorial?"
"The memorial is left to the dead. It represents a responsibility. Before it, I made an oath - I will rebuild the Chapter. .”
Soshyan turned his head, looked at Venetilius, and swallowed the rest of his reminiscences.
“Say what you came here to say.”
The embers in his eyes burned with anger.
"During this period, we collected the corpses in space. Because the explosion was too violent, we only found 584 corpses, most of which were in a mutilated state, including... Amurad."
Although the interior of the battleship is warm as spring, this cabin is as cold as void at this time.
"Did you see his body?"
"Yes, I am very sad too, he...he was a great warrior, and 2.1 billion souls were saved because of your sacrifice."
< br>Venetilius took a step forward and wanted to put his hand on Soshyan's shoulder to express comfort, but the other party took a step back to show his refusal.
“Don’t try to comfort me, sir.”
Soshiyang said coldly:
"Your power armor is also splattered with blood! You will not get any honor in this war, only shame."
"Soshiyang."
Soshiyang raised his hand. , shut him up.
“I have always been taught to be the master of my own emotions, so we will not lose our composure due to such stimulation, but this does not mean that I have forgiven you.”
“ But there’s something you should probably take a look at.”
Venetilius's words made Soshyan a little suspicious, but he still left the cabin with the other party and boarded a Thunderhawk.
A few minutes later, when the Thunderhawk's hatch opened, Soshyan was stunned.
“This——”
This is a platform floating in the void. Soldiers from various battle groups are lined up on both sides of the road. The main road is paved with black bricks. At the end is a towering monument.
With just one glance, Soshyan recognized that its material was the broken fragments of the World Engine. It was also decorated with a large number of Necron remains. In the center of the monument, there were only three silver-plated numbers. ——771.
As if sleepwalking, Soshyan walked towards the monument step by step. With every step he took, the name of a fighting brother would appear in his mind.
Their figures seemed to be reflected on the other side of the monument, staring at him quietly.
Axel, Nad, Occam, Fix...
When he walked to the monument, he saw a broken candle in a circle of burning candles. The silver-gray helmet was quietly placed on the base, with two crossed battle axes in front of it.
“We are here to commemorate.”
Venetius came to Soshyan's side and looked at the towering monument.
“The world will always remember this battle and the heroes who died. As the new Chapter Master, their names will be pronounced by you... In the ancient era of the Great Crusade, every one of our battleships will record Now we will resume this ancient habit here.”
Under the gaze of all the Space Marines, Soshyan was silent for a long time, and finally broke the silence himself.
His voice is as heavy as this monument.
"Ato Amurad, the gene seed has not been recovered, Masayak, the gene seed has not been recovered, Hailarxi, the gene seed has not been recovered, Sarax, the gene seed has not been recovered..."< br>
(End of this chapter)