The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Latest website: Gar Mozeje looked down at his unarmored limb lit by ritual candles.

The censer was burning in the alcove, emitting the smell of holy oil, and the sword that turned off the stand was held loosely in his hand.

Metal gleamed between the exposed muscles, which had been implanted into the edges of the black carapace, covered with thick scar tissue, and the white smock he wore betrayed the price of the Chaos of Faith—the palm disappeared and became Bird-like claws, arthropod-like thighs, and a bunch of interlocking valves on the neck.

Deep beneath his feet, the Heart of Hate's engines churned and roared, advancing in chaotic aetheric energy.

A few scrolls hung in the dim light, each documenting his past battles for the Empire.

Ritual texts depict forgotten glorious victories, culminating in Princia, right up to the decisive moment in the search for the Soul Spear.

Since then, the marks have mostly turned into defeats, or victories that don't pay off in the long run.

To witness them is to witness the decline of a once proud and proud soul, and these banners were written with the most precise and delicate brushstrokes in the past, and now there is no time for good writing, so the brushwork is hastily and scrawled.

Everything seems to be the same, but the essence of it has long been lost.

The smoke from the incense burner has no soul, and there is no rhythm in the cold air.

Gar Mozejie grabbed the sword again and retraced his fight with Soshyan.

He's done this a dozen times, trying to figure out the mistakes he's made.

He hasn't found a single one yet, his enemies are simply stronger - stronger, faster, sharper.

There was nothing to learn from it, except that it made him realize his weakness.

Diggles, Ezekiel, Diego...  

Once upon a time, Gar Mozej also longed to stand shoulder to shoulder with those names and become the greatest think tank and Astartes psionicist.

But that catastrophic action ended all opportunity and instead put "shackles" on him.

This is war, it is fate, and there is no more reward to salvage from the quagmire called "fallen".

The witch sword swirled in the darkness, carving the air.

Gar Mozejie stepped out, fighting an enemy in memory that was no longer in front of him.

He'd done this a long time ago in the Chapter's archives too, battling against the enemies recorded in the archives, for hours at a time.

His sword used to be as precise and smooth as writing.

The blade turns, slashes, and then withdraws.

Gar Mozejie adjusted his center of gravity, compensating for every swing of the blade.

When he withdrew his forelimbs, it was because of the uncoordinated movement of the limbs - only a microsecond delay, barely noticeable, but enough.

He maintained his posture, estimating how much of his weakness would be exposed by these microseconds of lag.

The mutated limbs always gave him an indescribable feeling.

He relaxed slowly.

At this time, the incense burner has been extinguished, and the remaining green smoke is gently fluttering.

Gar Mozejie let the point of his sword hang down and turned from the center of the meditation room, when he caught a glimpse of the silhouette of an observer in the shadows, lingering in the candlelight, waiting patiently.

"Friend, you have something to do with me."

Gar Mozejie breathed heavily, then walked to the place where his weapon was supposed to be hung.

"The Astral Whisperers have received new information."

Tubek appeared from the shadows. He was not wearing a helmet, and there was a faint aura in his eyes.

"...It was Huron's order to withdraw everyone and the ship to the Maelstrom. His contract with Abaddon seems to be over."

Gar Mozejie nodded, he lowered the sword and tightened the belt.

"How is the Empire's pursuit going?"

"Abaddon lost three more frigates, but finally dragged the fleet into the warp, but there is one cruiser that can no longer be moved, maybe it can be used to replenish our crew."

"What else?"

Toubek paused.

"I heard that Abaddon and Ahriman met."

Gar Mozeje walked towards the exit of the meditation room, and Tubek joined him from the side.

"You are very uncomfortable."

"Indeed, after all..."

Tubeck cast an uncertain look forward.

"You also know what happened to us."

"That's all in the past. I also want to talk to Ahriman when I have a chance. He knows a lot, and we still have a lot to rely on him."

"What now? Follow Shu Lun's order?"

"It's not necessary."

Gar Mozejie walked to the curtain covering the exit, and the lights of the outside corridor were projected on the paper-white floor of the entrance.

"Huron can't give us anything anymore..."

"Right, there's one more thing."

Tubek stood where he was, not crossing the threshold.

Gar Mozejie also stopped and tilted his head slightly.

"what?"

"I also saw the report of the unfortunate fleet commander of the Black Legion. He actually played well. Although he caused huge losses, he did leave the empire's fleet in the void, so that the hidden fleet had a chance to go. Dispel the stars to find people."

Gar Mozejie listened patiently, but he already had some concerns in his heart.

"What really made his war situation completely collapse was a huge ship that suddenly appeared, a Queen of Glory, do you understand what I mean?"

"Not yet."

Tubek stared at Gar Mozej.

"I'm not kidding, brother."

"Neither do I, brother."

"Things are not that simple, Astral Knight, Exorcist, Hellfire Stone, brother, you know you have a lot of things to hide from me, and now I want to know some truth."

"I admit that some things were not told to you at the beginning, but not out of distrust, but not wanting to affect the fight later."

"Okay, what about now?"

Toubek's brown face tensed in the candlelight, with a ritual scar on his cheek.

Gar Mozejie took a long breath.

"Well, I'll say it straight, just like our eyes, if I'm not mistaken, the Astral Knights are the remnants of the forgotten Eleventh Legion."

Tubek's eyebrows twitched, but he controlled his situation well.

"Yes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ In fact, I also have some guesses. It is not difficult to analyze these from the information you have collected."

"And the exorcism star—"

Gar Mozejie sniffed his nose.

"Should hide the flagship of their Legion."

"You mean that ship is the flagship of the Eleventh Legion!?"

Tubek's voice sounded surprised.

"Such a big ship, where did they hide?"

"I don't know about this either, but I can't think of anything other than the flagship of the Legion that can make Soshyan so excited. Moreover, the venerable said that the flagship of the Eleventh Legion is missing when it falls."

"You think it has something to do with the Hellfire Stone?"

"It's just speculation, but it doesn't make sense now. The flagship should have been obtained by him."