Chapter 558 Original Intention
In fact, Soshiyan came to Malakin for nothing important.
This period of time was relatively calm. In addition to dealing with some war group and alliance affairs, the most common thing Soshiyang did was to learn from Malakin——
In those days not long ago, He concentrated on sketching for many days, but suddenly he was troubled by a problem.
"Brothers Soshyan."
Soshyan raised his head, he was so deep in thought that he didn't even notice that Malakin had come to his side.
“Why are you sitting so still?”
“I originally planned to make a statue to commemorate someone, but halfway through the painting I realized that this work requires a level far beyond my own. I feel like there's something arrogant about it, as if I'm deliberately belittling my craft."
"Ha, your work is"
Malakin glanced at Soshyan's work. , is a female.
"She is."
"My biological mother."
"We have transcended him and other mortals."
Malakin means a lot. said.
“These mortal ties must be put behind us.”
The Lamenters Chapter Master placed his strong hand on Soshyan's shoulder.
“I once forgot about them, but I remembered them later, but recently, I can’t remember their faces more and more.”
“That’s true, even after surgery. With hypnosis, some people will forget everything, while others will still remember. If you value your parents so much, then you will never completely forget them."
"Then do you remember? ”
Malakin’s face was so soft that it was almost the same as a normal person.
"No, brother, I can't remember anything before the blood ceremony. For me, I only have the memory of being an Astartes. Now let me take a look at the sketch you drew. You are Want to make a bronze statue?"
"Yes, I think copper would be a good material, but I plan to use ribbon for the back part, provided I can make the right shape... When I was a kid, I loved the way they were blowing in the wind, and I wanted to find a way to recreate that scene."
Malakin picked up Soshyan's drawing board and drew it on. The first page has soft charcoal drawings of sculptural hand details.
Then he made a sound of approval.
“You draw well, you have talents, they will gradually appear as you receive training.”
Then he turned to another page.
"For example, this face..."
Suddenly, he frowned.
“That’s it.”
Malakin nodded, thoughtfully, and then said to Soshyan:
"You come with me."
They walked to the edge of the room. In a niche on the side was a very tall copper cylinder with a beautiful painting engraved on it: Angels and Giants. The beasts struggled with each other and hunted each other in the forest.
This painting is exquisite, both beasts and angels have meticulous expressions.
“It’s so beautiful.”
Soshiyan admired from the bottom of his heart.
"As long as you study hard, you may be able to make a work like this one day, but I'm curious, why...the characters you create basically have no expressions?"
Hearing Malakin's words , Soshyan was stunned for a moment.
He took a look at his work and it seemed that this was indeed the case, but he didn't know why it was so.
Malakin was silent for a long time, and suddenly said softly:
"Maybe it's just a guess. I think you are trying to regain mortal emotions, but in fact you have lost it forever. ”
"Why? It sounds like-"
Malakin suddenly turned around and looked at Soshyan and asked word for word.
"Brother Soshyan, have you had any dreams recently."
"Uh"
Soshyan paused for a moment, then shook his head. Then, the Abyss Watcher looked at him and suddenly sighed.
He turned around and walked to the cabinet and took out a stack of old playing cards from an iron box wrapped in cloth. Soshyan knew that this kind of cards was called Tarot cards and was often used. Divination.
Each card features a carefully drawn image of an aristocratic figure, full of vivid colors and stunning detail.
“The director of the think tank often said that the waves of the vast ocean are ever-changing, and the impact it brings rises and falls. The roaring waves can turn into tiny streams in the blink of an eye, and the gentle water surface can suddenly rise. A violent typhoon, the power of each person will be completely different in a single thought. It is like a fickle lover, whose likes and dislikes are as fleeting as a firefly in the dark night. ”
"The Warp is truly an elusive realm."
Malakin smiled slightly and tapped the stack of gold-backed cards with his fingers.
"The Emperor is also in the warp, so is he also so elusive?"
"This - I can't say."
"So let's play a game."
Afterwards, the Chapter Master of the Lamenters, with incredible flexibility, delicately stacked the pile of cards into a pyramid, sitting on the edge of the desk .
"Sailors often say they have two spouses, one is the wife of the house and the other is the universe. Both are jealous, and it is said that every sailor is killed by one of them. Both are dangerous. The point is How to predict those moments and catch them in time before they fade away? "So this is a divination?"
The words are not finished yet. There was a sound, and Malakin suddenly slapped the table hard.
The card pyramid suddenly collapsed, and the cards fell to the ground one by one. Many knights, kings and princesses formed a crazy whirlpool.
Suoshiyang's eyes moved, and his hand suddenly stretched out like a probing snake, grabbing a gold-rimmed card from the air.
Then he turned the cards over.
The card shows a sacred image holding a blazing sword in the right hand and a ball with an eagle emblem in the left hand. An angel flies above the image, blowing a golden horn with a silk banner.
"That's it."
Malakin nodded thoughtfully.
"Judgment."
Soshyan looked at the card and didn't know what Malakin was selling.
After being silent for a long time, the Abyss Watcher suddenly raised his head and asked with a serious expression:
"Brother Soshiyang, there are not only soul drinkers in your war group."
As soon as he said these words, Suoshiyang shook his right hand, and the card in his palm suddenly fell.
He didn't answer or deny.
Malakin looked at him and said slowly:
“During the Battle of New Badab, although I didn’t see with my own eyes what blocked the Red Pirates’ communications, According to the director of the think tank, it was a malicious subspace impact. It was an unclean force. "
For a long time, Soshiyang could only hold back four words.
“Forced by the situation——”
"I can understand, but I hope you can remember that Huron did not plunge into darkness in a single thought. He was also...a hero in the past."
"I understand."
Seeing the embarrassment and shame on Soshyan's face, Malakin took a step forward and gently put his left hand on the other person's shoulder.
"Brother, there is actually one more thing. I told you a long time ago."
"Huh?"
"There is something very bad about you. Although I can't say it, it may be related to the dissipation of your emotions. As the sons of Sanguinius, we are naturally more sensitive to spiritual energy than other legions."< br>
Soshiyan could only remain silent and unable to answer.
But Malakin did not press, he just turned around and stared at the painting he had drawn.
"Everyone has his own secrets. No matter what secrets and responsibilities you shoulder, Brother Soshyan. Don't forget why you want to become an Astartes."
(End of Chapter)