The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"The warning signal of Armageddon has been upgraded to red."

　　 The large amount of communication and busy operation make the air full of enthusiasm. Mortal officers are constantly busy coming and going. Servo skulls hover in the air, projecting clear data projections.

　　 At the foot, the legendary beast is inlaid in gold and precious stones, stretching its body on the marble surface.

　　 Its owner is commanding the giant ship at his feet. Anyone boarding the ship, regardless of rank, must obey the command.

　　 The captain of the White Temple, Landauer, after hearing the report from the Star Whisperer, nodded his head to express his gratitude, and looked at the surrounding officers, who were all commanding one of the ships in the fleet.

　　 But in fact, most of the people present are just a projection. Those translucent images flicker with light from time to time. Only Soshyan and the chief Astral Whisperer Ambai Turan are physically present here.

　　 The meeting was as calm as the previous one.

　　 Randall looked at Soshyang, what the other party wanted to express at a glance, so he turned to the only person present who had not yet made a report.

　　 "Master Turan."

　　 Hearing his name being called, the old man raised his head, then tilted his side to listen.

　　 "Besides the warning, is there more news about Armageddon?"

　　 "Not yet, my lord."

　　 Master Turan was panting, and the loose skin above his neck in a silk robe was shaking.

　　 "There is neither news of Armageddon nor from other places."

　　 The answer is as expected. They are now deaf, just like when the storm tried to drive them out of the subspace.

　　Although they have the help of the Unbound Soul, they travel unimpeded in the subspace storm all the way, but it is only limited to not getting lost. Long-distance communication is still blocked, and they are equivalent to rushing to a completely unknown battlefield.

　　Randall didn't want that. He didn't fight unprepared battles.

　　 "Well, thank you and your people for your hard work."

　　Master Turan took a deep breath and responded with regret:

　　 "We lost two more Star Whispers when we tried to bridge the storm and establish contact with Armageddon."

　　 The old man stopped. His breathing became more and more difficult. Soshyan could see the exhaustion all over his body. The old man seemed to be feverish, and a drop of blood slipped from the corner of his mouth when he spoke.

　　 "My lord, this can't go on anymore, even in dreams, storms will sweep through our hearts, just like they have life, just like they—"

　　 "You have to keep trying."

　　Randall's tone was hard and harsh.

　　 Master Turan wanted to continue talking, but Landauer did not give him this opportunity.

　　 "Nothing is more important than this, no!"

　　Master Turan was silent for a while and nodded.

　　 This is a death order, and Soshyang knows that, whether it is voluntarily accepted or resisted, Randall is ordering his Star Whisperers to give their lives.

　　 But they have no choice. Everyone suffers losses through unremitting efforts. The dedication of paying the price is the essence of loyalty.

　　 Despite this, he could still feel the imprint of the blind eyes on his back.

　　 In the eyes of many people, Soshyang is a kind and good person, and he is expecting what this war commander from other warbands will say.

　　 "Master Turan, you should go down and rest first, and keep the communication of Armageddon to a minimum search."

　　 Soshyang raised his right fist and tapped it on his chest, paying tribute to him like a star warrior.

　　 With an expression of gratitude, Master Turan bowed briefly, and then dragged his body away. The figure of the dying Feng Zhunian seemed to fall at any time.

　　 The other projections disappeared one by one, and in the end only two battle group leaders remained.

Randall frowned and stared at the star whisperer's departed back. Around him, there was a feeling of uneasiness lingering, even if he stood there still, there was a depressive aura, as if trapped. The predator in the cage is looking out.

　　 Soshyang knows that Randall is an upright and respectable person, but he is not as cold as he just appeared, because the responsibilities he shoulders sometimes make him unavoidably extreme.

　　 "If you have anything on your mind, you should tell it, brother."

　　 Randall cast a reproachful look at Soshyang, and then shook his head.

"The red alert means that Armageddon is at risk of being fully occupied. We don't know the situation of the greenskins. Maybe the track is full of their fleets. We may be involved in a fierce battle as soon as we appear... The Legion can’t afford such losses, and we cannot move forward blindly."

　　 "But what he said makes sense, brother."

　　 Soshyan looked at the place where Master Turan stood just now.

　　 "We can't go on like this. They can't hold on. If the Star Whisperers all die, we will still be deaf."

　　 "But it is also necessary to establish contact with Armageddon, because we can make the right decision when and how to intervene after we understand the situation."

　　 Randall's tone was calm and steady, Soshyang nodded, still looking at the place where the Star Whisperer stood just now.

　　 "This is right, but I didn't mean that."

　　 Soshyang frowned, his eyebrows tangled together.

　　 "It is not wise to consume Star Whisperers."

　　 Now the fleet is still drifting in the subspace, but the storm shows no signs of abating. If there is any change, it has become more violent.

　　 If it weren't for Atani's amazing psychic power as navigation, it is estimated that this fleet has been completely destroyed.

　　 The reason for the storm of this level, according to Atani’s speculation, is probably Greenskin.

According to her many years of experience in the era of the Great Expedition~www.wuxiahere.com~ If it is really a storm caused by the psionic eruption of the green skin in a certain battle, then the green skin of the neighboring galaxy will soon feel it Soon into the war, this is what some alien scholars describe as'waaagh! 'energy.

　　 "For another idea, the subspace storm is so turbulent, it is a barrier to us, and it is also a barrier to the greenskins. They are not so easy to rush to the battlefield from the outer galaxy."

　　 "This is a gamble."

　　Randall's voice was low and gentle.

　　 "But if this is your decision, then I accept that the fleet should have been in your command, and the decision I made should have been made by you."

　　 Unknowingly, Soshyang's palm was clenched, but his scarred fingers were hidden in his hand armor, making them less conspicuous.

　　 It wasn't until after meeting the White Temple that he suddenly felt how heavy the responsibility of a legion was.

　　 So he has never mentioned the merging of the command team. On the one hand, it was out of the need for confidentiality. On the other hand, he himself had not made the psychological preparation to truly lead a legion.

　　 Soshyang blinked and lowered his head. When he raised his head again, Randall saw the flame in his eyes and immediately realized what it was—

　　 determination.

　　 "I'm responsible for my decision, so let's do it, let's jump directly from the outer node of the planet Armageddon!"