Chapter 518 A gathering of people
“Where is he!”
“Target danger level 5! Kill first! Kill first!”
“Damn, he killed Niels! "
Shouts spread, and those people heard the muffled sound of the body falling to the ground.
Sorge rushed toward his first two victims, a body lying face down in the water, the air wrapped in its coat causing it to sink slowly into the green algae-filled sewage.
The other man was lying on his back on the street, his eyes as wide as the full moon, blood flowing out of his body at an alarming speed, dyeing the dirt road brick red.
Sorge leaned over and tampered with the man's weapon, then he turned around and ran back along the original path.
"He's here! Come help me!"
he shouted behind him as he ran, then dove behind the far end of the shack, letting a thick wall stand between him and the canal between.
He heard other guards approaching quickly, cursing angrily at the sight of the dead.
Suddenly, one of the people said:
"Wait, wait! What is that sound?"
The sound of a time bomb, you idiot.
Sorge secretly sneered in his heart.
The bomb detonated instantly, blowing the shack building adjacent to the canal to pieces.
Sorge rushed into the thick smoke and killed a guard who did not die in the explosion with a neat headshot. Then he counted the other corpses - it was like a puzzle. He tried Try to distinguish the burnt and bloody remains.
There are four in total, so there are two more nearby, and other teams must be on the way.
He has paid the price for his recklessness, and now it is time to carry out the mission.
Sorge looked down at the canal and found that the water suddenly became still.
"Oh, no."
His master appeared like a shadow that could not exist during the day. He could even see something like a large cat-like creature lying on his master's shoulder. This spirit Being able to communicate was like a hot copper wire drilling into his mind.
[You are wasting your time and exposing yourself unnecessarily, slave. 】
“I’m releasing pressure——”
Sorge growled in pain.
[Complete the duties you must perform. 】
“I know, Master——”
[Investigating everything about the Astral Knights]
“I remember! I will do it!”
< br>Sorge frowned and shouted, and at the same time, the pressure in his skull suddenly disappeared.
He turned and walked away from the canal. Two guards were rushing toward him down the street. One of them opened fire, narrowly missing his thigh with a searing laser.
Sorge raised his gun and fired at the same time.
"It will be over soon——"
Five minutes later, when a large number of guards arrived at the scene, they only saw the fragmented bodies of the guards. As for the perpetrators, they had disappeared. In the vast sea of people.
The Planetary Governor received the news immediately, so he raised the security level, sent out more guards, and began to investigate the cargo ship that recently entered orbit.
But in a short period of time, it will be almost impossible to find this dangerous element, and we can only try to make some remedies before the situation has passed.
On the night of the celebration ceremony, in the monastery fortress of the Astral Knights, the victory banquet belonging to the Astartes also began.
Hundreds of warriors from four war groups gathered in the hall of the monastery, including those Soul Drinkers who were unable to come out during the day. Heroes and warriors gathered together.
Everyone has expressions of compassion and resentment, and their souls are as sharp as swords in their hands, polished to perfection to serve the Emperor.
The rows of giants remained motionless, their gazes crossing the pyre and the rising flames, fixed on the eagle emblem at the far end.
The battle armor looked ruthless in the firelight, and their motionless figures were like sculptures. After the mourning ceremony, one person was supposed to address the warriors, a duty that Soshyan fulfilled with joy.
After all, although this war was not his will, it was launched under his orders.
The huge sense of pride instantly grasped his ambition, and was instantly relieved by his own humility.
Because this is not his own victory.
Soshyan stepped into the ring of fire that exuded a strange chill and turned to face these fighting brothers.
His cloak, so thick, curled around him.
The parchment scraped against the plastic steel, whispering the oath of loyalty, while his crown was tightly tied, and his military medals began to echo, whispering to him:
Who helps you stand? To the current height?
It is the power of the Emperor.
And whose shoulders are your feet standing on?
I stand on the shoulders of my brothers.
This is their victory.
"There will be no statues!"
Soshyan shouted to his battle brethren.
"There will be no statues, no monuments to commemorate our victories! No songs, no poems, no inspiring deeds, no stories of praise! We will hear no hymns of courage, no To remember the hymn, only the biting dark gravel, and the changing light of the poisoned stars, they are the only ones we can see!"
Soshyan lowered his head slightly, the south was jagged! Curling winds blew through the mountains, while auroras danced in the icy night sky, their sickly light blending with the mountains and giving them false heights.
"Those are irrelevant. Who cares about these gadgets? How can we care about false reputations?"
He stretched out a hand to the fighting brothers and opened his palm to them Everyone.
Some of them he knew well, while others he had almost never met.
It didn't matter because they were all his brothers - battle brothers beyond blood.
"Use our armored feet to step into the enemy's soil to show our trajectory! Use the bones and wreckage that the enemy has ignored as our hymn of joy! Do we still need cheers and praise? We know service and devotion, and what satisfaction can be greater than fulfilling our duty? Because we are loyal to the Emperor! He is watching over us, and His will is our guide and mentor! He restores our strength when we decline! What are the opinions of men, what is the fleeting applause of mortals? When the eyes of the Emperor are upon what we do and think, no other recognition is surprising. !”
He slapped his chest hard, making the medal tremble.
"Here, we do not have to seek the crowns of victory, nor the glory that others seek! We are the Astartes, the holy angels of death!"
He said, his voice growing silent. .
"——Victory and loyalty are their own rewards."
The soldiers heard it word for word, and suddenly, their roars rang out, shattering the dead silence of the hall like an explosion.
"Holy my emperor!"
Soshiyang nodded in approval, his eyes tightly locked on the brothers in front of him.
"Later, I will hold your hands one by one and express my gratitude to each of you from the bottom of my heart! This is your victory, this is your day, this is your strength, this The crown of victory belongs to you.”
The only response was more roars.
“You fought, you won the battle!”
He clenched his fists and continued:
“Although the enemy has not been annihilated, one day, We will once again cross the waves of the Warp and bring the Emperor's wrath upon those traitors, and this time they will have no escape!"
"For the Emperor!"
Hundreds of Astartes roared in unison, causing the entire fortress to tremble slightly.
“This glass.”
Then, Soshyan raised a golden wine glass high.
“To the Eternal Golden Throne!”
The celebration is over, let’s get down to business
(End of this chapter)