Chapter 594 Night Talk and Suspicions
The Blade Feast lasted until late at night, and the decisive battle began between the Black Templar and the Crimson Fist.
After twenty minutes of fierce battle, Rafael Bravo, the champion swordsman of the Black Templars, defeated Art Ree, the champion of the Crimson Fist, with his superior endurance and toughness. Kurt, won the championship of this feast.
For Ustad, losing to the opponent seems to have become less uncomfortable.
Witnessed by everyone, Raffaele Bravo, on behalf of the Black Templars, took over the Sword of Sebatus and announced the end of this blade feast.
All the champions who participated in the competition also received a medal as a souvenir.
The next time we get together will be a hundred years later, but I don’t know how many people will be able to reappear in this place.
For Astartes, life and death are normal. Maybe the people you meet today will be separated from each other in the blink of an eye.
Perhaps because of this, there was a hint of sadness at the celebration banquet.
At the lively banquet, Soshiyang met many outstanding and famous imperial heroes, and they all had a strong interest in Soshiyang who had already achieved many achievements at a young age - of course Some people also asked about Ustad's sword skills, but Soshyan cleverly fooled them.
To his surprise, the Tianshi Chapter vaguely expressed their intention to join the Suffering Alliance.
However, their internal opinions have not yet been unified. Soshyan can only say that they are welcome to visit the Scar of Victory at any time.
Meanwhile, there was another very strange thing.
It was the people from the White Templar who suddenly found Soshyan and invited him very mysteriously to meet with their chapter leader.
Although he didn’t know what the other party wanted to do, he did not refuse.
At this time, it was midnight in Invite, and in addition to the twinkling stars in the sky, there were large expanses of auroras——
Suddenly, a cloaked figure walked across a plain that was once a mountain peak. The lights from the monastery, which was as large as the city, colored the night sky. The tail flames of the battleship engines shone brighter than the stars in the night sky. A large number of transport planes and large shuttles passed by the edge of the horizon, leaving orange trails.
On the narrow path, there was no living thing except for the flames on the pillars on both sides swaying in the wind.
The figure stopped, turned and looked back.
He could see very far, and the darkness was invisible under his gaze. The gunboats and airborne craft were busy transporting the personnel and equipment one after another, and the lights were parked on the tarmac. move between.
A burst of laughter in the distance came with the change of wind direction. For a moment, he thought he could hear the silly joke that caused the laughter.
In his mind, there was an image of a warrior slapping another warrior on the back.
In the huge banquet hall, warriors from the same blood are sharing brotherhood.
He listened for a long time.
The wind blew again, blurring the subtle laughter, and sparks jumped from the burning grease.
The excitement was theirs, but he couldn't experience it.
Thinking about this, the man turned around and continued walking along the empty road.
As soon as the sun rises, the warriors gathered here will go their separate ways. Invite, the former home planet of the Imperial Fist, will continue to be silent as it was in the past.
But now, he is the only one walking alone.
In front, a marble peak broke out of the ground, replacing the original hill. In the distant past, countless craftsmen worked sleeplessly to decorate it with symbols of victory and power: just there holding a sharp knife Sword on the Dornish statue.
But now it was empty and silent, the majesty of the Marble Mountains hushed briefly in the night.
The man stared at the outline of the statue and continued walking.
No one can be seen here, and there are no marks of past glory. The Imperial Fists have all abandoned their home planet. There are only glimmers of light flashing from time to time in the darkness and dust swirled by the breeze.
Walking into the shadow cast by the statue, he heard a familiar hum, and the soft sound of the carefully crafted armor vibrated in his ears.
He stopped and turned his gaze to the deeper darkness in the middle of the statue.
The five Terminators stood in the dark, invisible to ordinary people.
He announced his identity with a phrase, and the Terminators hesitated and lowered their alert posture.
"Hello, Chapter Master of Randall Blanchard."
A voice came from the darkness.
The cloaked man turned around, his figure illuminated by the firelight.
This is an Astartes, wearing a gorgeous milky white armor, but the breastplate and shoulder armor are black, with a white arrow-tail cross branded on them.
He is not wearing a helmet, has a gloomy face, a deep scar on his chin, black hair on his head that is somewhat similar to Soshyan, and even looks similar to Soshyan. Very similar, except that the eyes looked red in the flames.
The man looked directly at the person hiding in the dark and raised his eyebrows.
"Nice to meet you, Chapter Commander Soshyan Alexey."
Subsequently, Soshyan stepped out of the darkness and waved his hand, asking the five bodyguards to retreat to the hundred. meters away.
"This is our first time meeting."
Soshiyang smiled.
“But it feels very familiar.”
“Me too.”
Randall’s smile looked dry. "Can we chat?"
Soshyan nodded.
They stepped onto an open staircase that extended upwards. They walked side by side and began to climb.
"Mutali felt a force during the duel."
After a while, Randall suddenly said:
"I was surprised at first."
Although Suoshiyang remained calm on the surface, he was a little nervous inside.
"Our power comes from the Emperor, there is nothing special about it."
"You have an uneasy feeling, I'm sure."
Landau Er suddenly laughed, and Soshyan glanced at the person walking beside him.
"I don't quite understand what you mean?"
The Chapter Leader of White Templar chuckled.
“Actually, I don’t quite understand it myself.”
The two became quiet again and continued to climb up.
Finally, the stairs merge into a wide open-air corridor, with the night sky in the distance at the end.
Flags hung from huge stone pillars, each with a symbol woven from wire: a clenched black iron fist.
Randall stopped for a while and looked at the flag, and then the two came to a terrace.
In the night sky, the plain stretched into the distance. The lights from the buildings appeared in front of them, and the stars were scattered by the power armor on their bodies.
The wind was strong, Randall leaned on the railing, his cloak flapping.
"Brother."
Finally, he spoke.
"When you use this word to call them, do you feel a little uncomfortable in your heart, because you know you are lying."
Soshiyang lowered his head and stared at his feet, which were very far away from them. Donneplatz in the distance.
“What do you want to say?”
“I am not their brother.”
"You"
Randall raised his head and smiled,
"Just like you."
Soshiyang's eyes immediately became sharp, but Randall did not Avoid his eyes.
After a while, Soshiyang turned around.
"Maybe."
Randall raised his eyebrows, but remained silent.
"What do you know?"
A smile flashed across Randall's face shrouded in shadow, and it quickly disappeared, and he did not answer.
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind made the flags creak.
"Actually, I don't know anything."
It was Sosh's turn to raise his eyebrows.
"Such a riddle is boring."
"Yes."
Randall nodded, the expression on his face did not change, then straightened his body, Turn away from the fence.
"You know what I'm about to say is true, but I still want to say it. We all shoulder a huge secret. This secret makes it impossible for you and me to speak. I only hope that we can have a better understanding. After all, maybe we are the real ones. Brother."
"Randall, you-"
"I think we have said enough"
Randall started to leave. , the armor made a slight sound.
“Good night, Chapter Commander Soshyan Alexei. I hope that if you have time in the future, you can take a trip to the Sanctuary Star. By then, maybe we will have an answer to the doubts in your heart and mine. ”
Soshyan did not move, he was still looking at the other person's disappearing back, the starlight and firelight reflected in his eyes.
After a long silence, he straightened his body, turned around and left.
In the night, the statue of the original body Dorn still stands quietly
The legend of Sword Wind has finally come to an end, what a pity!
(End of this chapter)