Chapter 781 Secret Book
He started learning to play chess when he was still a new soldier.
As the chess game progressed, Soshiyang's breathing gradually slowed down and deepened, and his mind was no longer chaotic. Even the doubts deep in his heart got a moment of respite during the game.
In the past training, the purpose of playing chess was to get rid of distracting thoughts in the mind and concentrate the scattered energy - he was almost successful.
Sitting across the table is Dante.
The legendary commander had a serious expression on his face and was focused on the game in progress——.
After a long time, Soshyan finally made a decision. He placed a chess piece in his hand and looked up at Dante.
But the other party just smiled and moved the other one in return.
"Alexei, what guided you to become a space warrior?"
Dante looked at the chessboard, a loud voice broke the long silence, in the empty dome Echoes around.
The hybrid accent from Baal has a long history and is obscure and weird, and sometimes Soshyan doesn't know whether what he finally understands is consistent with what Dante wants to express.
“What did you say? Venerable?”
“Why do you have such lofty ambitions in your heart? You could choose to live a peaceful and natural life that belongs to mortals. What is it? What attracted you to challenge the trial of near-death? Why do you expect to become an Astartes?"
Soshyan shook his head, seeming to be taken aback by Dante's question.
“It’s been too long...I...it’s really hard for me to recall my life as a mortal. I only remember that at that time, I simply wanted to become a Brother Astartes... …”
"Don't give up, keep trying."
Although it is a bit strange, since Dante is so insistent, Soshiyan guesses whether there is some important message hidden in his past.
He shrugged and began to try his best to remember his past.
"If I remember correctly, I... I may be longing for the power to change things. My hometown is an ordinary world, where life is short and boring, but even in In that remote place, there are also legends of the Astartes fighting - in the void more than ten thousand meters high, the angels are engaged in an endless war with the enemies of the Empire."
Thosh. Yang tried his best to recall his life before promotion, but his attempts were like a cow in the sea, unable to stir up any bigger waves.
"At that time, I felt that I should be such a person and have such a life. I hope that one day I can hone my strength and put it to use. I hope to leave a mark in the world. I have witnessed many people The end is meaningless and has no impact, no one knows and no one remembers it. I don’t want this, I want to make a change.”
Soshiyan missed Dante’s gaze that was staring at him. , he always felt that the other party was trying to browse his thoughts.
“You hid your thoughts from me.”
Dante’s inference was accurate, and he didn’t even need to look into Soshiyang’s eyes anymore.
"How can a young child have such a complicated mind? Let me tell you about mine. My father is a salt seller who wanders with the tribe. The life in Baal is hard and cruel. I am just I hope to get rid of the short and cruel life. Yes, my original intention is just to live for a long time. I was only twelve years old at that time.”
Soshyan was confused. The other party seemed to have something behind his words. What was Dante's attitude towards him?
Appreciation? Still worried? Perhaps the topic of today's conversation is his trial? How much of the truth did Dante guess?
Soshyan could not detect the condemnation and accusation in Dante's sight. After pondering for a moment, Soshyan made the final move that he had carefully planned for more than half an hour, preparing to use Dante's absolutely unforeseen move. The way to determine the outcome and win the game.
But he made a mistake. Dante's backhand completely ended him.
Dante, who won the victory, looked at the chessboard in silence. The slight twitch of his brows was the subtle fluctuation in his heart. the only performance.
Silence enveloped the two of them, reluctant to leave.
After a few minutes, Dante stood up from the table, walked to the display area deep in the hall, and entered the dusty hidden compartment.
The densely packed drawers in the compartment are all nailed with brass name tags, recording some meaning in delicate characters that Soshyan cannot decipher. Dante's eyes and fingers passed over the labels one after another, and finally stopped in front of a drawer. Then he waved his hand, and the heavy drawer opened for him silently, unfolding smoothly and quietly towards his eyes. direction.
In the drawer, an ancient scroll lies quietly. A roll of gray-white unknown leather quietly wraps the shaft. The upper and lower ends of the shaft are eagles. It is in the shape of a claw, holding a magnificent blood stone the size of a fist in its claws.
Then it was held in Dante's hand -
"This is the twentieth unknown volume of secret records left by Sanguinius. This secret record is only known to exist by successive chapter masters. , but it cannot be opened."
Dante said, handing the scroll to Soshyan.
"Your Majesty, this——"
"The Primarch once gave an order that only the Forsaken Sons can open it, and I believe that is you."
Soshyan immediately stood up, straightened his back, bowed deeply, and took the scroll handed out by Dante.
"Your Majesty, I am honored, but are you really sure that it is me..."
Dante stared into Soshiyang's confused eyes and said:< br>
“Perhaps the time has not come yet, Alexey, but it is destined that you will change the empire sooner or later.”
The Lord of the Blood Angels’ expression was unclear, and his words The weight of tolerance was as heavy as Mount Tai, and there was some kind of secret emotion flowing in the depths of his eyes. It took Soshiyang a long time to identify its true identity - the other party was worried about his safety.
Soshyan glanced at the scroll in his hand. What exactly did Sanguinius leave behind?
"Open it when you are alone."
Dante smiled.
"The purpose of the original body's doing this is that all the secrets can only be known by you."
Looking at Soshyan's solemn expression, he took a step forward.
"I can understand you, Soshyan Alexey. Such a huge responsibility cannot be easily shouldered by anyone."
The heartbeat in Soshyan's chest was like thunder, even if it was After being alone in the room with him for several hours, he still found it difficult to respond to Dante's gaze——.
“I believe you.”
Dante continued, patting Soshyan lightly on the shoulder.
“Wait for your opportunity, don’t rush it, remember, remember.”
Soshyan was speechless. He wondered if Dante had peeked into his soul? Did he also see the many hallucinations that haunt him - those memories from ten thousand years ago?
Taking a deep breath, Soshiyang tapped his breastplate to pay tribute. The entanglement and confusion in his chest were really mixed.
"I will keep it in mind, Lord Dante."
Dante seemed to want to say something more, but in the end he chose silence.
Soshiyang guessed it.
"Your Majesty, you seem to be particularly concerned about the weeper? Is there anything I can do to help you? But it doesn't hurt."
(End of Chapter)