Chapter 640 Rushing to Rescue
“The warning signal of Armageddon has been upgraded to red.”
A large number of communications and busy operations filled the air with the smell of excitement. Mortal officers were There was a constant bustle of comings and goings, with servo skulls hovering in the air, casting clear projections of data.
Underfoot, legendary mythical beasts are inlaid in gold and gems, stretching out on the marble surface.
Its master commands the giant ship at his feet. Anyone who boards the ship must obey the command regardless of their military rank.
After listening to the Astropath's report, Randall, the Chapter Commander of the White Templars, nodded to express his gratitude and looked at the surrounding officers, all of whom were commanding one of the fleets.
But in fact, most of the people present are just projections. Those translucent images flicker from time to time. Only Soshyan and Chief Astropath Ambai Turan are here in person.
The meeting was as peaceful as before.
Randall looked at Soshyan. It was clear what the other person wanted to express, so he turned to look at the only person present who had not yet made a report.
"Master Turan."
When he heard his name being called, the old man raised his head, then tilted it to one side as if listening.
"Besides the warning, is there any more news about Armageddon?"
"Not yet, my lord."
Master Turan panted, Above the neck covered with silk robes, the loose skin trembled together.
“No news from Armageddon, nor from anywhere else.”
The answer was as expected, they were as deaf now as they had been when the storm was trying to drive them out of the warp.
Although with the help of the Unbound Soul, they traveled unimpeded in the subspace storm, but it was only limited to not getting lost. Long-distance communication was still blocked. They were equivalent to rushing to a completely unknown place. battlefield.
Randall did not want this, he did not fight an unprepared battle.
"Well, thank you and your people for their efforts."
Master Turan took a deep breath and responded with regret:
"In our latest attempt to establish contact with Armageddon across the storm, we lost two more Astropaths."
The old man paused, his breathing becoming increasingly labored, and Soshyan could see His whole body was exhausted, and the old man seemed to have a fever. A drop of blood slipped from the corner of his mouth as he spoke.
"My lord, we can't go on like this. Even in dreams, storms will sweep through our hearts, just like they are alive, just like they-"
"You want to Keep trying."
Randall's tone was hard and harsh.
Master Turan wanted to speak, but Randall didn't give him the chance.
“Nothing is more important than this, nothing!”
Master Turan was silent for a while and nodded.
This was a death order, and Soshyan knew that whether he accepted it voluntarily or resisted, Randall was ordering his astropaths to sacrifice their lives.
But they had no choice, everyone suffered losses in their unremitting efforts, and paying the price for their devotion to duty is the essence of loyalty.
Still, he could feel the imprint of the blind man's empty gaze on his back.
In the eyes of many people, Soshiyan is a kind and good man, and he is looking forward to what the Chapter Master from another Chapter has to say.
"Master Turan, please go down and rest first, and only conduct a minimum search for Armageddon's communications."
Soshiyang raised his right fist and lightly A blow to the chest, paying his respects in Space Marine fashion. With a grateful expression, Master Turan simply bowed, and then dragged his body away. His frail figure looked like he might fall down at any moment.
The other projections disappeared one by one, and finally only the two Chapter Masters remained.
Randall frowned and stared at the Astropath's departing back. There was an uneasy feeling lingering around him. Even if he stood there motionless, there was an oppressive feeling. Aura, like a caged predator peering out.
Soshyan knew that Randall was an upright and respectable person, and he was not as cold-blooded as he had just shown, because the responsibilities he shouldered sometimes made him unavoidable in extremes.
"If you have anything on your mind, you should say it, brother."
Randall cast a reproachful look at Soshyan, and then shook his head.
"The red alert means that Armageddon is at risk of being completely occupied. We don't know the situation of the greenskins. Maybe the orbit is filled with their fleets. We may be involved in a fierce battle as soon as we appear. Such a loss The legion can't afford it, we can't move forward blindly."
"But what he said makes sense, brother."
Soshyan looked at the place where Master Turan stood just now.
"We can't go on like this, they can't hold on, if all the Astropaths die, we will still be deaf."
"But we must also establish a connection with Armageddon. , because only by understanding the situation can we make the right decision, when and how to intervene.”
Randall's tone was calm and steady, and Soshyan nodded, still looking at the place where the Astropath was standing just now.
"That's right, but I didn't mean it that way."
Soshi Yang frowned, his eyebrows tangled together.
"It is not wise to consume the Astropaths."
Now the fleet is still drifting in the warp, but the storm shows no sign of weakening. If anything, it is Became more violent.
If it weren't for Attani's amazing psychic power as a guide, the fleet might have been completely destroyed.
According to Attani's speculation, the cause of such a storm is probably the green skins.
According to her many years of experience during the Great Crusade, if it was really a storm caused by the green skin’s psychic energy burst in a certain battle, then the green skin in the nearby galaxy would soon feel it, and would also Soon thrown into the war, this is what some xenos scholars describe as the 'Waaagh! 'energy.
“Another thought, the subspace storm is so turbulent, it is an obstacle to us, and it is also an obstacle to the green skins. They cannot rush to the battlefield from outer galaxies so easily.”
“This It’s a gamble.”
Randall's voice was low and smooth.
“But if this is your decision, then I accept that you should have commanded the fleet, and the decision I made should have been made by you.”
Unknowingly , Soshyan clenched his palms tightly, but the scarred fingers were hidden in his gauntlets, making them less conspicuous.
It wasn't until he met the White Temple that he suddenly felt how heavy the responsibility of a legion was.
So he has never mentioned the merger of command levels. On the one hand, it is due to the need for confidentiality, and on the other hand, he himself is not mentally prepared to truly lead a legion.
Soshyan blinked and lowered his head. When he raised his head again, Randall saw the fire in his eyes and immediately realized what it was -
Determination.
"I am responsible for my decision, let's do it like this, we jump directly from the outer node of Armageddon!"
(End of this chapter)
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