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Chapter 1579 The Day of Murder

Although the illuminated lights at the moment, the atmosphere was extremely depressed.
Thousands of Space Marines gathered here, all from the White Church and the Knights of the Astral Realm, each with a black cloak hanging on his shoulders, the light of the armor being wiped can be seen, and anger and sadness visible to the naked eye are permeated among them.
There were eleven glass coffins in the middle of the hall, but because some soldiers had no bones left, they could only put fragments of their armor.
In one of the glass coffins, Randall lay quietly, motionless.
His eyes were closed, and behind the glass of the golden coffin still looked as solemn as when he was alive. The brand of honor was engraved on every damage in his armor and every scar on his body, and his cut-off hands were re-stitched onto his wrists.
But the red pirate's black hand mark on his armor was so dazzling, and the broken sword inserted into his chest was so eye-catching.
Soshiyan had been standing in silence for more than half an hour, hatred and anger rolled in his chest, and it became stronger as time became as strong as the sky before the storm came.
And in this anger and hatred, there is regret and guilt.
He clearly knew that his enemies would definitely counterattack, but he was arrogant and thought that the other party would not dare to do anything now.
Although Huron was a powerful opponent, he was not prepared at all. Even the hidden lines inserted in the vortex were just concerned about opening up smuggling lines.
Although Randall's physical condition was getting worse and worse, he did not force the other party to receive the necessary treatment.
If he had chosen Ustad not for escaping, and had appointed him as the acting commander of the legion after Randall arrived, wouldn't this happen?
If he did not draw so many veterans from the White Temple, would Randall be better protected?
If he had not gone to Comoros for personal gain, would he be alert to Huron's behavior during this period?
If he had solved Huron at the beginning, wouldn't this happen?
Deep down, Soshiyang had long believed that Randall's death was inseparable from it. Compared with this conscientious friend, he was completely an unqualified and dereliction of duty commander of the legion. Perhaps the other party was really more suitable for this position than him.
And he was able to serve as the commander of the Legion simply because of the identity of Graymarrow's original adapter.
Randall shouldn't have ended like this. Just a few Red Pirates could never have killed him. If his grey is not flawed, if he holds Burning Heaven, if-
Soshiyang subconsciously clenched his fists, and his teeth were clenched, and he could almost see the slightly bulging muscles from his face.
Then, he took steps.
At that moment, everyone's eyes gathered on him.
Soshiyang walked towards Randall step by step, then stopped beside him, stretched out his hand to hold the broken sword.
With a puff, he pulled out the broken sword and held it in his hand and slowly raised it.
"I, Soshyan Alexey, swore here! Brother Randall, Huron's head will be your first offering at your funeral!!"
With a crisp sound, Soshiyang crushed the broken sword with his bare hands.
"revenge!"
When the first voice sounded, all the soldiers raised their fists and let out a roar that made the entire fortress tremble.
revenge!
revenge!
revenge!
However, Kayang in the team exchanged a look with Thor, and they both saw the worries in each other's eyes - this matter didn't seem that simple.
After the memorial, Randall was not buried afterwards because Soshyan decided to give his friend a grand funeral after revenge, but now he needs to solve another thing.
The White Temple needs a new battle leader.
Because Randall went very suddenly and did not leave a designated heir, the matter fell on the head of the Legion Commander Soshiyang, and the company commanders of the White Temple agreed to be appointed by him.
The candidates currently determined are the first company commander Laron and the second company commander Alash. As a veteran of the Terminator, the first company commander has enough qualifications and prestige. But he has a problem, that is, as the terminator, the grey graft on his body is also inferior grey graft like Randall. He is also the only user of the inferior grey graft built in the White Temple after Randall's death.
With Randall's example, Soshiyan could only exclude him, and only the second company commander Alash was left.
Arash served late, and Randall had cancelled the transformation steps for transplanting grey grafts at that time, so he did not have grey grafts. After the White Temple returned to the Legion, Arash became the first group of warriors to transplant Soshyang grey grafts in the White Temple, and they merged well.
Then the result was obvious, Soshyan met Arash alone and told the other party about his decision.
Arash initially declined modestly, but after Soshiyan explained the reasons clearly, he didn't say anything else, just hoped that Soshiyan would give him a chance to revenge himself.
Although he wanted to kill Huron himself, considering that revenge for Randall could allow Arash to gain recognition from the members of the battle group, Soshyan promised that he would kill Huron himself.
On the second day of the memorial service, Arash took office as the commander of the White Holy Temple under the witness of Soshiyang. Because the Snow Lotus Blade was taken away, Soshiyang gave the other party a seiko power spear named [Golden Owl] in the flagship armory as a symbol. This weapon once belonged to a ten thousand men in the legion.
At the same time, Soshyan also comforted Laron, who had always been very self-blame, and Murad, the captain of the Honorary Guard, because they believed that they had not protected Randall well.
In order to relieve the other party's sadness and to prevent discordant sounds from appearing inside the White Temple, Soshyan simply transferred the team champion Murad, who had participated in the Blade Feast, to the side of the Astral Knights to assist Mark in carrying out the training plan of the Depressor.
Just as Soshyan was busy dealing with Randall's funeral, Sor and Kayang suddenly found him.
“This is weird.”
Kayang took the lead in expressing his point of view.
"If it was Huron's revenge, he could have taken advantage of the chaos in the White Holy Temple command after killing the commander of Randall, but in fact, their performance was more like a thief, and they ran away immediately after getting the benefits."
On an observation deck in the monastery fortress, when he heard Kayang's words, Soshiyang frowned slightly and took his eyes back from the starry night sky - perhaps he knew that Soshiyang had a lot of things recently and was not in a good mood, so Veronica had never come to him these days.
Then he turned around and looked at the two of them.
"You mean-"
Thor took out the data board, then pointed it lightly, and a messy sound appeared.
"This is the communication record between the Black Bee and the Heart of Light that I retrieved. This is the conversation between the Black Bee Captain and the Randall Commander. I filtered out the voices of the two and asked the technicians to parse each audio segment. Finally, I found a very faint voice. The speaker should have stood far away, but I was accidentally captured by the audio device."
As he said, Saul pressed the data board, most of the sound disappeared, and then there was a short weird grunt left.
"What's this?"
"A low Gothic language with a heavy accent and a slight lip, but it's probably obvious."
"What language?"
Chapter completed!
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