Although the man who called himself Texhar was very enthusiastic when he first came up, Soshyan is no longer the person who simply believed in any "brother" in the past.
He raised his hand and pointed at his shoulder.
“Don’t rush to call the legion commander. How do you prove your identity? You don’t have the logo of the legion, and you don’t have any advance notice. You just walk up straight and say that you are the Venomous Thorns Legion— —"
"Not anymore."
The man who called himself Texhar interrupted Soshyan coldly.
"There are no more poisonous thorns. It is just a shame, a lie spun by despicable conspirators and cowards trying to cover up our glorious bloodline!"
Soshiyang sighed softly and said:
"Okay, then how do you prove that you are who you claim to be."
Texhar took out a medal, and Soshyan could see it clearly even from hundreds of meters away It was a Blade Medal, a medal that all participants of the Blade Feast could get. Then Haomo took the medal and handed it to Soshyan.
Soshyan turned over the back and saw a name——
Texhar.
Soshyan thought for a while, then stood up, walked to the other party, returned the medal to Tekshar, and then said:
"Do you mind shaking hands."
"This is my honor, Legion Commander."
Of course, Soshyan's purpose is not to shake hands, but to sense the gray marrow in the other party's body.
The moment the two held hands, Soshyan felt the rolling will in the other person's body, waiting for instructions at any time. It was indeed gray marrow, but it was different. There was something hidden in it that made him feel weird. Just like on the roaring sea, a little bit of reef is occasionally exposed as the sea surface surges, making it difficult to tell whether it is just an isolated rock or a huge island.
If the prediction is correct, this person's gray marrow may have been manipulated...
"Your gray marrow has been partially deteriorated."
After letting go, Soshyan looked at his face.
“But they are better than the original warriors of White Templar.”
"So I cannot give this gift of the Legion to anyone else."
"So, you are the only one?"
"Yes."
Sosh Yang thought for a while, then suddenly chuckled and took two steps back.
“Who do you serve.”
Tekshar's only remaining eye, or rather one naked eye, was a metal eye staring at Soshyan.
“Once for the Empire, now only for the Legion.”
“Don’t say these meaningless words, tell me the truth, who are you serving? The Poisonous Thorns Chapter has more than 400 members. After being wiped out years ago, how did you survive until now? Who transplanted the gray marrow to you? Don’t say it was by yourself. I already know a lot. If you didn’t show up earlier, you didn’t show up until now. It would be too much of a coincidence to appear suddenly when you get here. Tell me who is behind you.”
It’s not that Soshiyang is suspicious by nature, it’s just that these warriors who claim to be of legion bloodline appear too suddenly. It was so baffling, even more abrupt than when Sol and Sevatar first appeared, that he couldn't help but be suspicious, especially now that he was already wary of the organization trying to control him.
If the other party is really arranged by Malcador's organization, then regardless of whether they are of legion blood or not, Soshiyang will not accept them anymore. At most, he will accept them superficially and then arrange for them to go to Naisen No. 3. He will guard the satellite until the end of the world. He no longer wants to be mixed with sand in the battle group.
If the other party falls out because of this, then so be it.
Texhar was silent for a moment, then shook his head. "Legion Commander, I don't understand what you mean, but I can understand your caution, because the legion is still in the stage of accumulating strength. Those conspirators and hypocrites are always wary of our re-emergence. They are afraid of the consequences of their sins. To be reckoned with, especially the parricide, they are hiding in the dark, afraid that the crimes they committed will be re-exposed."
As he spoke, he raised his hands.
“I swear by my soul and blood, my only allegiance is to the legion and you, the legion commander.”
"Okay, then you answer me a few questions."
"Please tell me."
"According to historical records, Tekshar was killed by the Imperial Fists Priest Belisal , but you now call yourself Texhar, why?”
When Belisal’s name was mentioned, Soshyan could clearly feel the strange power of Texhar’s gray marrow, even his The eyes of the metal face also turned dark green, and some marks similar to symbols appeared near the cheeks and temples, and the surrounding temperature began to drop significantly.
"Calm down, Texhar, I'm asking you a question."
When Soshyan stretched out his hand and put it on his shoulder, the strangeness in Texhar gradually disappeared. He then nodded and said:
"Sorry, I lost my temper. I may not be able to control the holy essence in myself when I am emotional. The power."
"Can you answer it now?"
"Belisal. That is an insidious, ugly bastard! It is conceivable to elect such a person as a priest. What a bunch of dirty gangsters they are! Even if they fight to the death, he should be the one who dies!”
When the other party said this, Soshiyang was actually confused. Because Belisal lost to Texhar in the duel, how could he kill the opponent instead?
"What happened?"
Texhar gritted his teeth and said:
"After the duel, the attendant handed me a towel, and I used it to wipe my face without thinking about it. With sweat on his forehead, Belisal began to talk nonsense and attack our war group. He had no idea what happened on Sanatar! Why should we own that world because the people there helped us defeat the aliens? It’s the civilians in the hive who are bleeding!”
As he spoke, the warrior half-squinted his eyes.
“…Nobles and governors have long fled to neighboring galaxies for refuge in spaceships. Despite being oppressed, those civilians still picked up crude weapons to help us. It was their sacrifice that allowed us to fall into a bitter war. When we got a chance, we promised that we would not hand them over to the governor who only collects taxes and collects money! That was our oath! I went up to argue with him, but the insidious dog actually took it out! The weapon struck me and I immediately fought back and almost smashed his head, but then I suddenly realized."
"What did you find?"
"...I was poisoned. According to my subsequent speculation, the only thing that could have caused me to be poisoned was that towel... That towel must have been contaminated with someone from the Assassin's Court. A neurotoxin specifically targeted at the Astartes, which eventually caused a disorder in my nervous system. Belisal took the opportunity to attack me and almost smashed my head."
As he spoke, Tyk. Shar patted the metal part of his head.
"This is it."
After hearing this, Soshiyang frowned. He actually used poison as a method. Even by the standards of Chaos Space Marines, it was too despicable.
Haoma, who was not far behind him, also whispered softly:
"I didn't expect that the upright Imperial Fist would actually have such a thing with a human face and a beast's heart."
Soshiyang did not express an opinion. Just asked:
"Then what? Then you should have died at that time."
"Yes and no, those yellow beasts underestimated the powerful vitality given to us by the great bloodline, even if With half of my skull smashed, I didn’t really die. Of course, if no one helped me, I would definitely die.”
"Who helped you?"
The name that came out of the other person's mouth surprised Soshyan.
“He calls himself Li.”
“Li!?”