Chapter 1148 Ending hastily
Gal Mozejie looked down at his armored limbs illuminated by the ritual candles.
The censer burned in the niche, emitting the smell of holy oil, and his hand held the sword that turned off the stand loosely.
Metal gleamed between the exposed muscles. They were embedded into the edges of the black carapace and covered with thick scar tissue. The white smock he wore exposed the price of faith in chaos - the palm of his hand. It disappeared and turned into bird-like claws, while the thighs were like arthropods, and the neck was a bunch of interlocking valves.
Deep beneath his feet, the Heart of Hate's engines churned and roared, advancing in chaotic etheric energy.
Several scrolls hung in the dim light, each recording a past battle he had fought for the Empire.
The ritual text describes the forgotten glorious exploits, culminating in Princia, all the way to the fateful moment of finding the Soul Spear.
Since then, the marks have mostly turned into defeats, or miserable wins that were of no benefit in the long run.
To see them is to witness the decline of a once proud and proud soul. These banners were written with the most precise and delicate brushwork in the past, but now there is no time to write properly, so the writing style is hasty and scrawled.
Everything seems to be the same as before, but the essence has long been lost.
The smoke from the incense burner is soulless, and there is no rhythm in the cold air.
Garmo Zejie grabbed the sword again and recalled his fight with Soshyan.
He had done this a dozen times, trying to figure out the mistake he had made.
So far he has found none, his enemies are simply stronger - stronger, faster, and sharper.
There is nothing to be learned from it, it can only make him realize his own weakness.
Tigris, Ezekiel, Diego
Once upon a time, Garmozej also longed for and aspired to stand shoulder to shoulder with those names and become the greatest think tank and Astartes psyker.
But that disastrous action ended all opportunities and instead put "shackles" on him.
This is war, this is fate, and there is no reward that can be salvaged from the quagmire called "fall."
Wizard swords swirled in the darkness, carving the air.
Garmo Zejie stepped forward to fight against an enemy in his memory who was no longer in front of him.
A long time ago, he often did this in the chapter's archives, fighting the enemies recorded in the archives, spending several hours each time.
His sword was once as precise and smooth as writing.
The blade turned, struck down, and then withdrew.
Garmo Zejie adjusted his center of gravity, compensating for every swing of the sword blade.
When he withdrew his forelimbs, there was only a microsecond delay due to the uncoordinated movements of his limbs, almost imperceptible, but enough.
He maintained his posture, gauging how much these microseconds of delay would expose his weaknesses.
The mutated limbs always gave him an unspeakable feeling.
He slowly relaxed.
At this time, the incense burner has been extinguished, and the remaining smoke is floating gently.
Garmo Zejie let the sword tip hang down and turned around from the center of the meditation room. At this time, he caught a glimpse of the outline of an observer in the shadow, lingering in the candlelight, waiting patiently.
"Friend, you have something to do with me."
Galmo Zejie's breathing was a little heavy, and then he walked towards the place where his weapon should be hung.
"The Astropaths have received new information."
Tubek emerged from the shadows, without a helmet, with a faint aura shining in his eyes.
".It's Huron's order to withdraw everyone and the ship back to the Maelstrom. His contract with Abaddon seems to be over."
Galmozej nodded, he put down his sword and tied his belt. tight.
"How is the Imperial pursuit going?"
"Abaddon lost three more frigates, but finally dragged the fleet into the warp, but one cruiser was unable to do anything. If we move again, we might be able to replenish our crew.”
“What else?”
Tubek paused.
"I heard that Abaddon and Ahriman met."
Garmozej walked towards the exit of the meditation room, and Tubek joined him from the side. "You're very uncomfortable."
"Indeed, after all"
Tubek cast an uncertain glance forward.
"You also know what happened to us."
"That was all in the past. I would also like to talk to Ahriman if I have the chance. He knows a lot. We There are still many things that we have to rely on."
"What should we do now?"
"No need."
Garmo Zejie walked to the curtain covering the exit. The light from the corridor outside was projected on the paper-white floor of the entrance.
"Huron has nothing to give us anymore..."
"By the way, there is one more thing."
Tubek stood there without crossing the threshold. .
Galmo Zejie also stopped and tilted his head slightly.
"What?"
"I also saw the report of the unlucky fleet commander of the Black Legion. He actually fought well. Although he caused huge losses, he did strand the empire's fleet in the void. Only then did the hidden fleet have the opportunity to go to the Death Star to fish for people."
Galmo Zejie listened patiently, but he already had some concerns in his heart.
"What really caused his battle situation to completely collapse was the sudden appearance of a giant ship, a Glory Queen class. Do you understand what I mean?"
"Not yet."
Tubek stared at Garmozejie.
"I'm not joking, brother."
"Me neither, brother."
"It's not that simple, Astral Knight, Pain Star, Hellfire Shishi, brother, I know that you have hidden many things from me, and now I hope to know some truth."
"I admit that there are some things that I didn't tell you at the beginning, but not out of distrust, but out of distrust. I don’t want to affect the subsequent battle.”
"Okay, so what now?"
Tubek's brown face looked tense in the candlelight, and there was a ritual scar on his cheek.
Gal Mozejie took a long breath.
"Okay, let me be blunt, just like us, if I infer correctly, the Astral Knights are the remnants of the forgotten Eleven Legions of the past."
Tubek's His eyebrows trembled, but he controlled his behavior very well.
"Yes, I actually have some guesses about this. It is not difficult to analyze these from the information you collected."
"And Pai Xingxing——"
Gal Moser Jay twitched his nose.
“The flagship of their legion should be hidden.”
“You mean that ship is the flagship of the Eleventh Legion!?”
Tuback's voice sounded surprised.
“With such a big ship, where are they hiding?”
“I don’t know this either, but apart from the legion flagship, I wonder if Soshiyang can mobilize so many troops. Something happened, and His Majesty also said that the whereabouts of the flagship of the Eleventh Legion were unknown when it fell."
"Do you think this is related to the Hellfire Stone?"
"It's just that. Speculation, but it’s meaningless now, he should have already obtained the flagship.”
(End of this chapter)