Although this man who called himself Tekshall was very enthusiastic at the beginning, Soshyan is no longer the person who simply believed in any "brother".
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 sign of the battle group, nor any advance notice, just walked over straight and said that you were the poisonous thorny battle group--"
“Not anymore.”
The man who claimed to be Tekshall interrupted Soshyan coldly.
"There are no more poisonous thorns, it's just a shame, a lie woven by the despicable conspirators and cowards trying to cover up our glorious bloodline!"
Soshiyang sighed and said:
"Okay, then how do you prove that you are the one you call yourself."
Tekshall took out a medal. Even though it was hundreds of meters away, Soshiyang could see clearly that it was a Blade Medal, a medal that all participants in the Blade Feast could get. Then Haomon took the medal and handed it over to Soshiyang.
Soshiyan turned over the back and saw a name-
Tekeshal.
Soshyan thought for a while, then stood up, walked to the other side, returned the medal to Tekshall, and said:
"Do you mind shaking your hands?"
"This is my glory, Legion Commander."
Of course, Soshiyang's purpose is not to shake hands, but to sense the grey in the other person's body.
The moment the two of them held their hands, Soshiyang felt the rolling will in each other's body, waiting for instructions at any time, indeed grey, but it was different. There was something hidden inside that made him feel strange, just like a whistling sea surface, with the occasional reef exposed as the sea surface surged, making it difficult to tell whether it was just an isolated rock or a huge island.
If what we expected was good, this person's grey graft was likely to be passive...
"Your grey graft has partially deteriorated."
After letting go of his hand, Soshiyang looked at his face.
"But it's better than the original warriors of the White Temple."
"So I can't give this Legion gift to others."
"So, you're the only one?"
"Yes."
Soshiyang thought for a while, then suddenly chuckled and took two steps back.
“Who are you serving.”
Tekshare's only left eye, or a naked eye, and a metal eye stared at Soshiyan.
"Once for the Empire, now just for the Legion."
"Don't say these meaningless words, tell me the truth, who are you serving? The Poison Thorns War was wiped out more than 400 years ago. How did you survive until today? Who transplanted the grey for you? Don't say it's up to yourself, I know a lot. You won't show up sooner or later, but it's too coincidental when I came here, and suddenly appeared. Let me tell you, who is behind you."
It’s not that Soshiyan is suspicious by nature. It’s because these soldiers who claim to be the blood of the army appear too suddenly and inexplicably, even more abrupt than when Saul and Seveta appeared. He couldn’t help but doubt it, especially when he was already wary of the organization trying to control himself.
If the other party was really arranged by the Makado organization, then no matter whether they are the blood of the legion or not, Soshiyan will not accept them anymore. At most, they will accept them on the surface, and then arrange them to guard the satellite of Nassen 3, and stay until the end of the world. He no longer wants the battle group to be mixed with sand.
If the other party turns against each other, then come on.
Tekshall was silent for a moment, then shook his head.
"Captain of the Legion, 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 alert to our resurgence, and they are afraid that their sins will be liquidated, especially those kin murderers, who hide in the dark, and are afraid that the crimes they have committed will be redisclosed."
As he said that, he raised his hand.
"I swear with my soul and blood, the only thing I have loyal to is the Legion, and the Legion Commander."
"Okay, then you can answer my questions."
"Please say it."
"According to historical records, Tekshare was killed by the Imperial Fist Priest Bailisal..., but you now call yourself Tekshare, why?"
When mentioning Belisal's name, Soshyan could clearly feel the abnormality of the grey graft on Tekshare's body. Even his metal face's eyes turned dark green. Some symbol-like marks appeared near the cheeks and temples, and the temperature around them began to drop significantly.
"Calm down, Tekeshar, I'm asking you questions."
When Soshyan reached out and put his hand on his shoulder, the strange thing gradually disappeared on Tekshall, and he nodded and said:
"Sorry, I lost my composure. When I was emotional, I might not be able to control the power of the holy marrow on myself."
"So can you answer now?"
"Belisal...that's a sinister, ugly bastard! You can imagine how dirty bandits who chose such a person as the priest's chief's Empire Fist would be! Even if he fought life and death, he should be the one who died!"
When the other party said this, it was actually something that Soshiyan was confused, because Belisar lost to Tekshare in the duel, how could he kill the other party afterwards?
"what happened?"
Tekshar said gritting his teeth:
"After that duel, the entourage handed me a towel, which I used to wipe away from my face and forehead without thinking. After that, Belisar began to speak loudly and attack our battle group. He had no idea what was going on in Sanatal! Why do we have that world? Because the people there helped us defeat the aliens, the people who bleed were the civilians in the nest!"
As he said that, the soldier narrowed his eyes.
"…The nobles and the governor had already fled to the neighboring galaxy in a spaceship to take refuge. Despite the oppression, the civilians still picked up simple weapons to help us. It was their sacrifice that led us to a turnaround when we were in a tough battle. At that time, we promised that we would not hand them over to the governor who could only collect taxes and make money! That was our oath! I went up to argue with him, but the insidious dog actually took out his weapons to attack me. I immediately fought back and almost broke his head, but I suddenly discovered..."
"What did you find?"
"...I was poisoned. According to my later speculation, the only chance that I could have poisoned was that towel... The towel must have been stained with some neurotoxin specifically targeted by Assassin's Court, and eventually caused my nervous system to be disordered. Belisal took the opportunity to sneak attack me and almost smashed my head."
As he said that, Tekshall patted the metalized part of his head.
“It’s here.”
After hearing this, Soshiyang frowned and actually used poisoning methods, even according to the standards of Chaos Space Marine, it was too despicable.
Haumo, who was not far behind him, also muttered softly:
"I didn't expect that the upright Empire Fist also has such a human-faced and beast-hearted thing..."
Soshiyan didn't give a comment, just asked:
"And what? Then you should have died at that time."
"Yes...not, that group of yellow beasts underestimated the powerful vitality given to us by the great bloodline. Even if half of the skull was smashed, I did not really die... Of course, if no one helped me, I would definitely die."
"Who helped you?"
As a result, the name that came out of the other party surprised Soshiyang.
"He claims to be Lee."
Chapter completed!