Chapter 523 Visit from the Mother Group
Handling the affairs of the war group and alliance affairs is enough to keep Soshiyang busy every day, and even his routine training must be frequently rescheduled or interrupted.
After being busy like this for almost two months, he basically had more time. However, the holy emperor didn't seem to want him to be idle just now.
Just when Soshyan was at the planetary orbital station that was being rebuilt, inspecting the repair progress of the warship, a piece of news suddenly came.
"We are being contacted, Chapter Master."
When he walked into the orbital communication station, the mortal officers inside stood up one after another.
Soshyan raised his hand, motioning everyone to return to their posts, and then faced the officer who issued the report.
"Imperial?"
"The prefix to identify the incoming ship is Imperial Fists Chapter - Shield of Courage."
Just as the officer finished speaking, the bright symbol The text appears on the augury mirror.
"Danat Lysander, First Captain of the Imperial Fists, requested an audience with his brothers in the Astral Knights Chapter."
The Astropath Lady emerged from her bird's nest-like seat atop a mass of synaptic conduits. The seat chanted.
"We have brought news and congratulations from Terra, and now request permission to board the ship for a formal reception."
Soshyan considered for a moment, observing the approaching locator runes. .
The opponent is still a long way from entering the visual range, but it has already left the subspace.
"Captain Lysander is here."
Armin still has deep memories and impressions of this legendary hero.
"Rather than let him board this broken track, I would rather take the initiative to see him."
Soshyan made a decision, and then waved the soldiers to get ready.
“You can go too.”
About 10 hours later, the strike cruiser Aegis of Valor appeared in orbit of Nessen IV, which was left afloat as the orbital dockyard was now overcrowded with ships in need of repairs.
This ancient warship is both a tool of war and a beautiful creation. The surface of the structure is decorated with classic Terran language, and it looks like a vast desert covered with rust.
When Soshyan's shuttle passed through the slender belly of the ship and climbed towards the towers where the bridge was located, he appreciated the almost forced decoration on the upper edge of the ship's side and the hull plating. - Featuring intricately carved angel statues, bronze patterns deep into the jet paneling, towers and turrets weave a massive superstructure.
“I have never looked closely at this battleship before.”
Soshyan mused as the spiers and domes slid beneath it.
"——At that time, I just wanted to return to the Obsidian Fortress as soon as possible."
When the shuttle floated into the entrance of a cave-like hangar, dozens of Imperial Fist warriors were waiting inside as an honor guard.
The leader was a soldier wearing yellow armor, which shone brightly under the hangar lights. The combat plate armor was as elegant as everything else in the ship, polished to the point that it must be glass. The degree of material.
The warrior did not wear a helmet, and his face was sharp and angular, like one of the statues surrounded by pilasters and velvet placed around them.
Soshyan remembers this man, he should be Lysander's deputy.
He stepped out of the illuminated shuttle, accompanied by Armin and Ustad respectively. A small escort of four warriors wearing Terminator armor followed behind - the Terminators abandoned by the Red Pirates. There was a lot of armor, and after recycling and purification, the Astral Knights were given twelve complete sets, which greatly supplemented the battle group's attack power.
Seeing Soshyan appear, the unhelmeted Imperial Fists warrior bowed in greeting.
“Welcome to the Shield of Courage, Chapter Commander Soshyan, I am Cliff Kurtz, Captain of the First Tactical Team. I have met you once and heard about you from afar. He has learned a lot about your achievements, and so does the company commander. He eagerly looks forward to meeting you again."
"It's all just about being loyal to the emperor."
Soshiyang's point of humility. Nodding, Cliff Kurtz then looked at the warriors following Soshyan, and was quite satisfied with what he saw - they were all the most hard-core warriors, with no compromise, just like the style of the Imperial Fist.
"Please come with me."
Afterwards, Soshyan and his warriors were led through the many levels of the battleship.
As they approached the command level, a large number of marble pillars and floors with bright red veins spread out before their eyes. They were escorted to the reception room, hundreds of meters away from the magnificent observation dome on the upper level of the bridge.
Five minutes later, Kliff Kurtz stopped in front of two double-sided gold-plated doors.
"The first company commander would like to discuss it in a private fraternal environment. If you are pleased, I can... entertain your subordinates." "Of course."
Soshyan agreed and entered the room alone.
Soon, the door behind him closed, and the mixed sound of armored military boots gradually faded away.
"The soldiers are actually very curious about you."
Words came from the other end of the cabin.
"You have to forgive them, and frankly, the same goes for me."
This room is quite large, with rows of columns supporting the high coffered ceiling, and the surface is smeared with the seal of the Imperial Fists' homeworld.
Wearing ceremonial armor, Lysander walked towards Soshyan, holding a goblet in each hand, and then handed one to Soshyan.
“Brotherhood.”
He said, raising his glass.
"For the emperor."
Soshiyang smiled slightly and drank the contents of the cup.
The wine in the glass is full and fragrant, with a mellow and long taste. It is a priceless treasure on any planet. There is no doubt that it comes from the top manor in Terra.
It is said that the people of Old Terra are all like this.
“Fifteen years have passed since we were separated. Time flies so fast.”
Lysander said, waving towards two huge ivory-covered seats.
“My first impression of you back then was that of a naive and fearful little warrior. Now, look, you have become a big hero who can stand alone.”
"I'm humble, I'm still the little warrior in front of you."
Soshyan awkwardly sat down opposite Lysander, trying to make his behavior appear as humble as possible.
"Soshyan, you know, you are a famous person now."
Lysander smiled and said:
“From Terra to the distant extreme star field, the high lords and various chapter masters are talking about your name. Being a source of some kind of fascination will make Are you happy?"
"Well, I'm not that happy, actually."
"Indeed, I guess."
Lysander shrugged, suddenly conspired. leaning forward.
"Tell me, what is your secret to defeating that bastard in Huron."
In fact, Soshyan had already guessed that the other party might ask such a question, so he had already made a plan.
He picked up the wine glass that had been filled by the servitor, took a sip, and replied calmly:
"There is only one trick, take advantage of the enemy's greedy and cowardly nature."< br>
“Oh? How do you say it?”
"Huron is a pirate. All his decisions will be based entirely on the distribution of interests and his own considerations. He has no sense of personal honor, let alone the courage to move forward. Most of the time, he will appear cautious and overly cautious."
Putting down his glass, Soshyan began to reveal some details.
“Before the attack, he sent a reconnaissance team to our planet. He was too careless and underestimated us. We captured that reconnaissance team and knew about Huron’s attack in advance. Plan."
"That's it."
Lysander nodded slightly.
"But it's not enough for you to win."
(End of Chapter)