"The recommendation quota comes from General Drew Barry, your father is his subordinate, and the recommendation letter has been recorded."
"Great mentor... can I eventually become a political commissar? No matter how difficult and difficult it is, I hope to achieve my father's last wish."
The expression of the great mentor froze, and he turned his head to look at Arrick.
Suddenly, his stern expression disappeared, and a trace of love flashed in his only eye.
"Of course, as long as you firmly believe in the Emperor, Arrek."
As he said that, the great mentor's wheelchair walked to one side of the room, then boarded the gear structure, and slowly boarded the mountain of bookshelf.
He pulled a small handle, and then his wheelchair began to rise slowly, and stopped at the third floor bookshelf to start looking for a book.
"The power of the emperor is...quick back."
"It is human, and the power of humanity is the Emperor, Sebastian Saul's sermon, Volume 23, Chapter 62."
The great tutor continued to raise the wheelchair and picked another book.
"What is the meaning of war?"
"It's victory, the memoir of Lord General Gresh, Chapter 9."
"Then I'll ask how we can repay the Emperor?"
“When I face the throne of gold, I will repay it with my duty.”
"very good."
The great mentor will land the wheelchair onto the carpet again and turn to look at Arrick.
"It seems you have done your homework."
He stared at the boy, while Arric tried not to avoid the exposed bone tissue on half of his face.
"So, do you have any problems now?"
"What exactly does a great mentor need to become a great political commissar?"
"Child, why do you want to know?"
"I...I don't know either."
"Well, if you ask, how to be a qualified political commissar, I will tell you, determination, faith and courage, but if you say great... then you have to know how to sacrifice."
"sacrifice?"
"Yes, it's not just a sacrifice of oneself, but a sacrifice of equality. When you face the choices, you need to understand how to truly serve the Emperor of God. This may be too complicated for you, but you will understand in the future."
"Sacrifice..."
On the spire of the nest capital, looking at the devastated land and city, Arik let out a long sigh, and the white mist in the air slowly rose to the sky.
"Great mentor, I finally understand what you mean."
"It is easy to sacrifice yourself, and it requires choosing the sacrifice of others, which is really difficult."
Suddenly, a thick male voice sounded behind Arric, but he did not look back, but was still standing behind the guardrail and let the storm of his ragged political commissar coat blow up.
Accompanied by heavy footsteps, Soshiyang, wearing ritual armor, walked to him.
The Space Marines are about to leave. It is the work of mortals to deal with this devastated planet, and they still have endless wars waiting in the void.
However, before leaving, Soshyan would have to chat with Yarek again no matter what.
He always felt that he owed the other party something.
The two were silent for a long time, and finally Soshiyan's eyes moved to Arik's broken arm, and now there was a rough pair of power claws, which was the remains of the war leader beheaded by Arik.
There is no doubt that it would seem very inconsistent to use Arric's body with such a huge power claw, and in order to use this huge thing, he had to carry a small energy backpack behind him, otherwise he could tear his shoulders apart just by the weight of the power claw.
But even so, the political commissar does not seem to be relaxed.
"That thing... has no practical significance."
As a friend, Soshiyang still advised the other party.
"I didn't expect it to fight."
Arrek answered calmly, but did not turn his head.
“Its existence is a reminder to remember all this forever.”
"It is a good thing to be responsible, but if you carry too much, your future path will be difficult."
"Sir, I have only one way to go in the future, kill the beast called Bone Broken, for Hades, for everyone."
Hearing him say this, Soshiyang sighed softly and did not continue the topic.
"I, the commander of Randall Battle and the commander of Dante, jointly recommended you as Commander of Lord Armicodon. I believe the appointment will come soon."
This news made Yarik stunned for a while.
"Planet Governor He..."
"He is still a child, and the threat of green skin has not been completely lifted, so in his adulthood, all military operations are under your command."
Arrek was silent for a while and nodded.
"I will launch an expedition to the Bone Brokeners."
"That's your destiny, Political Commissar Arik, our mission here has ended."
Soshiyang turned around and looked at him solemnly.
"In the future, I hope to see you fulfill your mission when you meet again."
Yarik also turned around and saluted Soshyan.
"Yes, sir."
Suddenly, he thought of something, and hesitated for a moment, and then said softly:
"There is one more thing to be the commander of Soshiyang Battle..."
"What's up?"
"There is one called—"
Soshiyan thought that he had guessed what the other party was going to say, so he answered first:
"Do you say that illegal psychic? He has been taken as a servant by Judge Horst."
But Arric shook his head.
"I know this, it's a good thing for my friend, but it's not him."
“That’s…”
"A child named Milowan."
Speaking of ordinary things, Arric suddenly stopped, and he recalled the last words of his old friend on his deathbed. This was not originally within his plan. He planned to send the child to a familiar home as an adopted son in a few days - a strange thought made him arrange a path for the boy away from war.
But Milovan showed a personality far beyond his expectations. He was silent and sneaked to Astarte's recruitment office alone.
"A recruit?"
Soshiyan guessed it immediately.
But Yarik also figured it out in more than ten seconds. He knew what Astart was and how difficult and dangerous it was to be an Astart.
But this was Milovan's decision, his own decision.
"Maybe this is fate... Sir, you don't have to care about what I say. What should you do normally? If he is destined to become a great warrior and be loyal to the emperor, then no one can change it."
Soshiyang looked at him, silent for a few seconds, then turned around and walked towards the side of the tower. On the tarmac not far away, a Thunderhawk had already warmed up the engine.
As the roar of the engine gradually rang, Soshiyan's last words floated into Arik's ears.
"Goodbye, Political Commissar Yarik."
Arric raised his head, looked at the thunder eagle slowly rising into the air, then accelerated to stab the sky, and couldn't help but whisper:
Chapter completed!