Chapter 1156 Azrael's Confusion
A foul wind blew through the monolithic Knights' Hall, and Azrael feared he was the only one who felt it.
The Stone Fortress is like a place frozen in time, everything is almost the same as when he first served. The white paving stones were kept spotlessly clean, accentuating the dark gray spiral stone that had been placed there hundreds of years ago and used by legions as a training tool to incorporate the curved lines into their swordplay routines and training, But the priest Sappho once claimed that its meaning was much older.
"Walking the maze every day, meditating every day."
This is how Sappho educated the recruits at that time.
"Keep your eyes on the road, it will help you concentrate."
Azrael walked on the spiral road at a slow and deliberate pace, his head covered with a thick Covered by his black hood, his hands were inserted into the sleeves of his robe, and his eyes followed the endless curved lines of black stones.
Then, the Supreme Master Zhi’s thoughts turned inward, and his heart was struck by an invisible storm.
He could feel some whispers whistling around him like a gust of wind, mysterious and gloomy.
On the way back from Paihua, Ezekiel once told him that the ether trend near Pandora suddenly became much stronger. Since the think tank director returned, he has spent a lot of time studying this phenomenon.
But what really worries Azrael is not these things, but that thing——
That thing he has not told anyone yet.
Including the inner circle mentors and his most trusted advisors, no one knew that Seifer had appeared, and no one knew that the other party had actually changed his appearance.
Because the whole thing was very strange, he was not sure whether telling it would be good or bad for the battle group. In order to chase the fallen angels, the dark angels had gone further and further.
From Azrael's own observations, the atmosphere surrounding this massive fortress seems to have become increasingly unsettling over the past hundred years.
Sometimes he occasionally wonders, are they too obsessed with the long past?
Will the rebellion of the past really destroy the glory and loyalty that the Dark Angels have forged with their blood for ten thousand years?
At least the increasingly oppressive atmosphere within the Chapter seems to be an ominous omen, and it has been there for a long time.
In order to find a way out for the Chapter, Azrael spent almost all his free time sifting through the vast archives in the fortress library, but in fact he had no idea what he was looking for.
Maybe just an answer.
He actually hoped to talk to others about his concerns, and wanted to tell Isaac his thoughts more than once, but the serious attitude of the pastor made him give up the idea.
But now the answer seems to appear in an unrelated person.
Thinking of this, the ghostly pressure disappeared, like a candle quietly extinguished.
Azrael paused, took a deep breath, and tried to focus again.
To put it another way, maybe what he lacks is actually direction, and what that person can provide is a direction.
The young Chapter Master cast his gaze into the void of the vaults, and although he believed Soshyan was a noble and good warrior, Azrael had a duty to his Chapter, his brothers, and most of all to the Emperor himself. By divine duty, he was obligated to do something, no matter who was involved, but he had to be absolutely sure before taking action.
That’s why we had this private interview.
The ghostly wind blew again, and its power surprised him.
It was invisible and intangible, but it pushed him roughly, shaking him with its force.
I don’t know when, light blue light filled the hall, like moonlight, but rolling like oil.
Wild torrents swirled around him, outlined in shadows of black and gray, and if he focused on them they took on patterns that disturbed him. Now Azriel's mind was filled with a faint, discordant groan, the intensity of the vision startling the young Chapter Master, his concentration beginning to slip but the sensations growing. The stronger.
Gradually, a dark, hooded figure swayed at the edge of his vision, and then a strange yet eerily familiar voice echoed in his mind.
“Do not bring the Old Gods to the heart of Caliban.”
“You—”
Azriel turned around to look for the source of the sound. Of course he knew about these strange hooded creatures, but they rarely appeared, only at very critical moments.
The Supreme Master's heart was pounding, and he looked in the shadows of the courtyard for the Watcher in the darkness, but the blue light and the angry wind disappeared in the blink of an eye, when his vision became clear. , he found himself staring across the hall at a statue of the Primarch.
The Lord of the Legion seemed to be looking at Azrael intently, and the scrutinizing eyes on the stone sculpture made his hair stand on end.
“What did they say about the Old Gods?”
The words of the Watcher were puzzling. Azrael quickly controlled himself, controlled the secretion of adrenaline, and lowered it through several controls. Breathing and heart rate.
"What do you mean? Take it to Caliban Soshyan?"
Azrael immediately realized that the only outsider who would come to the Stone Fortress recently was Soshyan. Could it be him that the watcher was talking about?
But what does the God of the Old Days mean?
This is the first time he heard this word from the Watcher. Those strange creatures have their own set of narratives, whether describing the subspace or the galaxy, but they have never mentioned anything about the old days in the past. god.
However, Azrael still trusts the Watchers, and the preservation of the boulder as a fragment of Caliban has a lot to do with them.
After thinking about it, Azrael finally decided to change the venue of the meeting.
At this time, Soshyan had already boarded the shuttle. As a result, he received a message from Azrael on the way and suddenly changed the meeting place to a warehouse at the orbital station.
This place seems not very respectable, the two of them are like drug dealers conducting secret transactions in the hive.
However, since it was Azrael’s request, Soshyan did not refuse and directly asked the driver to turn around and head to the orbital station.
Soon, the two met in a dusty and dark warehouse filled with debris.
Azrael wore a black cloak, with most of his face hidden in the shadow of the hood, while Soshyan also wore a silver-gray cloak, but did not wear a hood.
"I'm sorry, Captain Soshiyang, for asking you to come to a place like this."
Soshiyang smiled and said softly:
"I personally It’s nothing, but brother Azrael, you must have encountered some difficulties.”
Azrael nodded, and after hesitating for a moment, he also took off his hood.
"Those people in black armor."
After hesitating for a moment, he said in a very low voice:
"I met them."
"Oh?"
Soshiyan was a little surprised, but his expression told Azrael that what Seifer said was true, and that this man did know something.
At least he must know what that black armor represents!
(End of this chapter)