Chapter 1060 Bloodline
“After chatting for so long——”
As he spoke, Soshiyang bent down, tried to look at the other person’s face, and smiled:
"So now do you know who I am?"
The man glanced at Soshyan, then lowered his head and whispered:
"The Chapter Master of the Astral Knights Chapter, Soshyan Alexey."
"It seems that you have heard of my name, then you should also know that to deal with traitors, the Empire has the Empire "
Seeing the opponent's shoulders shaking a little, Soshyan then straightened up.
“Because of your cooperation just now, I can mercifully put you into an escape capsule and launch you into the void. In this way, it doesn’t count as breaking my promise? Your life will be determined by The emperor will decide.”
Hearing this, Galian Ker suddenly raised his head and opened his mouth, but did not say a word.
However, Soshyan could probably guess from the movements of the other party's lips that the other party wanted to say one word -
Farewell.
But Soshyan shook his head.
“For an Astartes, fear of death is not a good quality.”
Hearing this, Galion Kerr blushed to the root of his neck, but he hummed. He couldn't say a word for a long time.
Suddenly, Soshyan asked.
“How long have you been an Astartes.”
“Fifty years”
“Still a new recruit.”
Soshyan seemed to be interested.
"Will a warband like yours also replenish new blood?"
"Yes."
"Now that you have left the legion, where will the extra gene seeds come from?"
“I don’t know, these are secrets belonging to the pharmacist.”
“Are your parents from the Empire?”
Garian Kerr was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting the other party to ask this, and then shook his head.
“I don’t know, I don’t have any memory before the transformation.”
Soshiyang stood there and thought for a while, and he suddenly remembered something Saul once told him. thing, so he turned to the order.
“Spit on the ground.”
Garyon Kerr did as he was told.
A pool of turbid liquid appeared on the ground.
Soshiyan watched the liquid gradually being swallowed up by the dry dust, nodded thoughtfully, then waved to Ustad, called him to him, and then climbed onto his shoulder. Walking to a position far away from the crowd, he whispered to Ustad:
"You will—"
After hearing this, Ustad nodded, then turned around and walked to Galian In front of Kerr, he grabbed the chain again.
“Go! Traitor! Go and accept your trial!”
He tugged hard and the Iron Warrior had to stand up.
Garyon Ker glanced at Soshyan, who just blinked at him, so he lowered his head and followed Ustad out of everyone's sight without saying a word.
More than ten seconds later, the roar of bolt guns was heard in the distance.
After a while, Ustad came back alone and said to Soshyan:
"Chapter Commander, it has been dealt with."
Soshiyang nodded, and just as he was about to greet everyone and talk about the current situation and new variables, he received unexpected news.
The Dark Angels were attacked by the Crimson Slayer during the siege of the fortress, and things were not going well. Before Soshiyang could respond further, the second bad news followed -
The White Temple encountered the main force of the Black Legion and fell into a bitter battle.
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Chaos Lord Drum Korda actually doesn't care about the Abaddon Hounds warband fighting in Fortress 7. To him, Erquisos and his Khorne Berserkers are just a group of brainless barbarians. Violence and rage wash over their souls, leaving them trapped in anger all day long.
For him, only an angry life is sad, and enjoyment is everything.
Through the helmet, he heard those furious howls, vicious curses and those blood-curdling oaths...
The bolter barked, the chainsword roared, Germany Ram Korda felt his heartbeat begin to accelerate, his blood began to boil, and his desire to fight continued to rise.
"Where are you, Drum?"
Suddenly, Zagshin the Destroyer yelled at him through the communicator.
Through the communicator, he could hear the screams of the deceased, and even feel the momentary pause when the single-molecule blade cut through the bones.
“Do you need me?”
“Ha! We have never needed you!”
Zagesin laughed wildly, and he heard from the communicator again and again The sound of a sword being thrust into a corpse.
Drum Korda ignored the other party's offense to him. Both of them were commanders of the Sons of Cruelty, and they had a lot of intrigues on weekdays, but they both kept a reasonable attitude.
Although how long this "degree" can last, they don't know.
"I leave these killings to you."
"You always do."
Zagsin laughed loudly again, in Dram's mind A weird smile appeared on the other person's skinless face.
He knew that Zagsin was obsessed with torture. He once used the local rose garden in the agricultural world of Valencia to create a maze full of thorns, and forced the prisoners into it, and then carried out massacres for fun. Countless residents died in it, and they were all cut by thorns with several wounds on their bodies as they panicked.
The battle was so pleasurable, so exciting that even Drum Korda, who was known for his calmness, could not help but be attracted by the desire for blood, but he pushed these thoughts away from his mind.
“I have more important things to do.”
“Is there anything more important than killing?”
Zageshin asked disdainfully, On the other side of the communicator, the Sons of Cruelty also activated their chainswords in agreement.
"Your weakness has been revealed."
Drum Korda sneered at this.
“This little killing shows no power. If you want to calculate, I have murdered billions more people than you.”
Drum Korda in Sara Luo once refined a mysterious elixir from the residents of the hive city, and after condensing billions of people into a small ball of essence and swallowing it, he gained extremely powerful power.
“You talk too much and do too little. Pick up your weapons and wade through the enemy’s bloody storm.”
"The Warmaster ordered us to fish out that stupid pig in Erquessos. Don't forget it! Order, this is an order! Get your people to the designated position quickly. When I need to open a gap on my side, the flanks will not be attacked. Interference!”
There was a dissatisfied grunt from one end of the communicator, followed by Zagsin’s roar at his men.
"Damn you medicine scum! Didn't you hear my order! Attack to the right! Seize that area!"
Confirming that the other party has implemented the arrangement, Dram closed Communicator, stepping forward, the ground beneath his feet seemed to shrink together due to his arrival.
This place is about 3 kilometers away from Fortress No. 7, which is not far away. However, for the Black Legion, which lacks air transportation power, it is not easy to cross this distance with two legs because of the artillery fire from the Empire. Never stopped.
But the bigger trouble is not that.
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(End of this chapter)