Chapter 330 Sarpedon
“I am a warrior, and I will not disobey the Chapter Master’s orders!”
Sarpedon said loudly, his voice echoing in the empty space In his meditation chamber, a vision floated before him, flashing above the burning body of an astropath.
It was also a tall figure wearing golden armor, but his eyes looked extremely hollow. Smoke was constantly coming out of the armor's vents, making a hissing sound. One of his hands was a power claw, and the other was a power claw. One hand holds a flaming sword.
This is clearly the image of the Holy Emperor.
Looking at each other, Sarpedon's skin tingled and sweat poured out.
On the floor, the stretched-out Astropath's body twitched, and blisters popped out of his skin. It would not survive - it was a waste, but there was nothing that could be done about it.
The subspace gives think tanks many powers, including navigation and communication in distant spaces.
Although Navigators are still relied on to guide most ships, and Astropaths are used to send messages to scattered armies, the Librarian's exquisite skills and mysterious conception allow it to achieve a more precise level.
Even through some dark means, they can enable ships to sail through storms powerful enough to crush the mightiest fleets, and communicate across galaxies as clearly as if they were speaking in the same room.
But, like the power possessed by all beings involved in the Warp, it all comes at a cost.
Sarpedon originally despised this method, but the situation forced him to use this method
Before the heart and soul fire were split, the man lying on the ground was once Astropath.
Now, his soul is united with the beings of the Warp, allowing Sarpedon to seek help from the Warp.
But this method of contact costs blood and life, and in many cases the purpose is defeated with these creatures.
On this night, he had killed three Astropaths.
"I just need you to help me find the Soul Spear. Only by finding that thing can I explain it to the Chapter Master."
Sarpedon leaned on his chainsword, The armor shook slightly.
“I am the messenger of destiny, and your destiny is in my eyes. If you do not resist, you and your comrades will be destroyed by the lackeys of the Lord of the Carrion.”
“ Empty talk, nonsense, and distortion.”
"Haha, look at you, Sarpedon. You have served the Chapter for five hundred years, but you have to obey the command of a rookie. He doesn't understand the mission and vision of the Soul Drinkers at all!"
That one Creation soon changed his tone.
“The empire is completely corrupt, you know this deeply. Gorgori is just a conservative man who blindly follows the oaths of the past. He will only make the chapter vulgar and weak, but you can Make the Chapter stronger, and you should become the real master of the Chapter!"
"Shut up, demon, you are just a flatterer, tell me what you want to know, Honor only comes when the decision comes from the owner and not his dog."
"The Soul Spear is on a space hulk, the Brokeback, not far from you."
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"Tell me the specific direction."
"You haven't offered the real sacrifice yet——"
"Wait!"
The other party disappeared so fast , so that Sarpedon could only see a blurry afterimage.
In the blink of an eye, the image disappeared, leaving only the smell of sulfur and caramel rolling in the air.
The Astropath on the ground began to twist violently, and then his body exploded, and a large amount of blood poured out of the blind man's mouth.
A high-pitched wail sounded in Sarpedon's mind. He stared at the empty front for a while, then pulled out his bolt pistol and fired.
In an instant, minced meat and bones flew everywhere, and the air became quiet.
"Such a careless waste of these materials."
A grunt came from behind.
"It explains something."
Sarpedon turned around without putting down the gun in his hand, and his eyes immediately locked onto the target.
He may be a little angry, but after all, he is still an extraordinary person. He has no unnecessary movements, only his finger on the trigger.
“What does it say?”
Sarpedon asked.
Beneath a black cloak, a pale skull stared at Malorgest, spinning slowly as he aimed and held his finger on the trigger.
"Maybe it says you are kind."
Behind the skull, a slightly joking voice answered.
"Then how did you get in."
Sarpedon spoke slowly, like an afternoon chat.
The figure approached silently. It was very tall, and the large number of skulls on the armor gave it a stinging feeling of Sarpedon, but he did not give up his aim because of this.
"Perhaps it means you are angry." "Answer my words, Ictinos, or I will tear you to pieces and fling you into space."
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"Maybe it means you are cruel."
Sarpedon's fingers tightened, and inside the bolt pistol, the ignition device was ready to fire at any time.
"Do not provoke me, Chaplain."
"It says that if it is of no use, I will discard it."
Chaplain of the Soul Drinkers, Holy Master of the Chapter , Ictinos tilted his head.
"Is that so? I will write it down for authenticity analysis."
Although Sarpedon understood him, Ictinos always made him impatient, I want to burn this bastard to death on the spot.
Unlike most pastors, he is too emotional, too mysterious, and too disturbing.
“How did you get into this room.”
“As the spiritual representative of the Chapter, I can go anywhere.”
“Not here.”
“Wherever there are brothers in the Chapter, I can go.”
Ictinos tilted his head.
“However, if my intrusion brings you emotional discomfort, I will apologize to you and restore your mental balance.”
Sarpedon lowered his weapon, Take a deep breath and calm your mind.
For think tanks, anger has its uses, and all emotions have their corresponding uses.
No matter how much his instinct wanted to kill the priest, he could not do it.
As Ictinos preaches, he is the spiritual symbol of the Chapter and the caretaker of the souls of his battle-brothers.
Sarpedon knew nothing about the real him, but could sense the smell of subspace in him.
He can't kill him, and he can't kill himself. If both of them want to try, there is no doubt that it will trigger a civil war in the Chapter.
And the danger of the first civil war is already approaching.
“What do you want from me?”
Sarpedon decided to change a topic that would make him less excited.
"It has been five days since the Astropath received the message from our Chapter Master, how do you plan to respond."
Behind the calm face, Sarpedon's mind I have come up with many ideas, but what I can confirm is that not many people know about it.
"This matter has nothing to do with you."
"No, it has something to do with us. I will pay close attention to it."
"He is the Chapter Master, and his orders are above all else."
"So you plan to capture him without mercy?"
Ictinos pulled up his hood and faced the condensing smoke. to where the remains of the Astropath lay.
"The authenticity of your words is not complete. You don't really think that our action was wrong, do you?"
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Sarpedon didn't care and met the gaze of the skull visor on the other side.
"You can leave. I still have work to do. The sightseeing is over. You'd better say hello before you come."
The pastor paused for a second, then slowly Disappearing into the dark entrance.
"Soldiers are not blind, Sarpedon, you shoulder everyone's hopes, you should..."
Ictinos paused, obviously thinking about it.
"Make the right choice."
Then he left the meditation room.
“I——”
Sarpedon said to himself while watching the door close.
“Yes.”
(End of this chapter)