The Emperor’s Angel of Death

On the berth of the Lost Soul Harbor, the Lost Words is floating quietly, with magnetic locks on both sides.

Before Kayang left, an order was announced that no one except the Space Marines would be allowed to leave the Lost Language. On the one hand, it was for the safety of the ship, and on the other hand, it was also for the safety of the personnel. It will appear to be a little useless.

On the bridge, some people lowered their heads to deal with their own affairs, and they could see three or five people huddled together to talk, and some people were just sitting on chairs, dozing off or drinking coffee-drinking is prohibited during duty, and coffee is the only provided drinks.

Above the bridge, the space that belonged to the Space Marines was filled with smoke and conversation, an old phonograph was playing some old-time slow-paced light music, and a servitor with an iron chin was wiping ineffectively. Railings, managed to get rid of the few stains that didn't yet mold Lake.

The music floating around is melodious and soothing, an imperial song composed by a famous musician of the apostate era, titled "Happy Ascension Mr. Sebastian".

"Talos, do you think it is possible for the Fourteenth Legion to break through the defense of the Dark Eldar."

Soshyan waved his hand to disperse the smoke in front of him, all of which came from the cigar held in his mouth by Talos.

Talos doesn't have many hobbies, and he doesn't drink alcohol often. He only likes tobacco.

Soshyan was not stingy with him. Talos was supplied with the best and most expensive tobacco in the empire, but Soshyan himself did not like this taste very much.

"Not good."

Talos said, drank his glass in a flash, and signaled the machine servant to have two more glasses.

"But don't underestimate Mortarion. He was a big trouble back then. Now that he has become a demon prince, it will only be more troublesome."

"Have you seen him with your own eyes before?"

Soshyan also pushed his empty cup aside.

"Before turning into a demon prince."

"I've seen it, but it's far, far away, at least he definitely didn't see me."

"I thought the Eighth Legion had always been isolated."

"Not all, the Great Crusade is far more complicated than what is recorded in the current history. After Mortarion returned, he only established friendship with two brothers, one was Horus and the other was Curze.

"Huh? That's weird, why? Horus, I can understand, Curze—"

"Who knows, maybe it's the sympathy of the pessimists? Anyway, the Mortarion I know is only relatively close to these two Primarchs, and has a very bad relationship with other Primarchs, especially Magnu. He also had conflicts with many Primarchs, such as Guilliman, Corax, Sanguinius, Chaghatai Khan, and Fulgrim - Perturabo seems to be rumored to have a relationship with him as well Okay, but both of them are of the same virtue, and at best, the well water does not violate the river water."

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"Looks like he's really annoying."

"On the one hand, on the other hand, he is so close to Horus that it is easy for people to have the illusion that he is actually loyal to his brother Horus and not his father. It is rumored that several Primarchs have Guilliman and Corax are the most famous ones who have had his briefings with the Emperor."

"Your news is surprisingly well-informed."

"I used to be a legion pharmacist. Because of the recovery of corpses on the battlefield, I often need to go to other legions."

"A little curious, what do you think of this Primarch yourself?"

The machine servant quickly filled the two's wine glasses, Talos took a deep breath, and then exhaled a smoke ring.

"What do you think? If you have to rank the disgust of the Primarch, then Angron must be the first, and he must be the second. Of course, it's the bottom line."

"It seems that you have a great opinion of him."

Soshyan shook his head with a smile, and took out a few large ice cubes from the box beside him and poured them into his wine glass, almost half of each.

"I can ignore Angron as mad, I can bear madness as Curze, arrogance as Fulgrim I can despise, foolishness as Lorgar I can laugh at, but Mortarion is like this. I can't stand this kind of hypocritical, stupid and inferior guy."

Soshyan smiled, touched Talos's with his glass, and took a sip.

"What kind of statement?"

Talos put the cigar on the ashtray beside him, and took a sip, moistening his throat.

"You know about the Nikea Conference."

"I know."

"At that meeting, there were two Primarchs who directly criticized Magnus, one was Ruth, and the other was Mortarion. Both of them were notorious for their abhorrence of psionic energy, but space There are still psionicists in the wolf, and everyone thinks that Ruth has double standards, but Mortarion's death army does not have psionicists. Everyone thinks that he is a firm anti-psionicist, and so does he. Brand yourself."

"I understand, but he turned out to be a Warp creature."

"So it's hard not to be disgusted by his hypocrisy, considering Mortarion's strong hatred of psykers, wizards, and occult phenomena, many people feel that joining the Horus faction and fighting against the disordered forces of Chaos It seems to be against his own interests to join forces, let alone use this power to further his own ends, and even those estranged heirs don't think Mortarion will fall so quickly.... .But the truth is that he was almost the first Primarch to fall, and the fall was so deep that the entire Legion became a cesspool of psionic power and warp power."

Soshyan looked up at him.

"And what about his power?"

Talos sighed.

"The power of a demon primarch, I know, you know, no matter how much **** they do, they are always primarchs, and once they become demons~www.wuxiaspot.com~ their destructive power is even greater There will be exponential growth. I have also witnessed several primarch battles during the Great Rebellion. To be honest, just me, you, and Kayan can slaughter a warband at will in the eyes of fear, but in a demon. Under the primarch, our chances of winning are very low, of course Magnus is an exception, you should be able to torture it casually with Kayan."

"Well, looks like we'd better not meet him."

Soshyan drank the wine in the glass, and the machine servant stepped up and silently filled another glass.

Suddenly, Soshyan laughed.

"Talos, aren't we like Space Marines at all?"

Talos laughed after hearing this.

"Ha, I know better than you what space warriors are supposed to be like, not to mention... who would dare to say that the earliest space warriors were not a group of ** who lost the Moxigans and smoked, drank and molested women every day? The dust has buried so many things, and the Space Marines of today are a bunch of weird religious knights to us in the past, you know."

"Well... the earliest Space Marines, indeed, there should be no records of the various legions before the return of the Primarch in the Empire now."

Talos put down the wine glass and changed the subject.

"Soshyan, why are you so interested in the Fourteenth Army today?"

"Because I have a hunch that we might run into them, no, or we have to run into them with a high probability. After all, you saw it, didn't you?"

"Seeing doesn't necessarily mean we're going to run into them."

"Also... Then again, why are the records about the Fourteenth Legion so much less than other rebel legions? Even I can see quite a few records of the Eighth Legion in the Chapter's archives, and The record of the Fourteenth Legion in the Great Crusade is almost blank." (To be continued)