Veronica heard Soshyan's answer, hesitated for a moment, and said carefully:
"Husband, there is something... Actually, I should have told you early in the morning, but my instructor has always prohibited me from saying it, saying that there would be very serious consequences."
"yes--"
"Do you still remember that I entered your mind when we first met? In addition to touching the cold essence of gray marrow, I also unexpectedly discovered that there was an almost disappearing psychological echo in your depths. According to my way of layering memories
Understand, it should have been left behind when you were very young, and it has to be very profound to be able to leave very thin traces after so many years."
Soshyan's eyes widened slightly.
"You mean..."
"The fact that you want to become a Space Marine may not come from your original intention, but rather the continuous interference of some external force."
The corners of Soshiyang's eyes twitched. This was beyond his acceptance. Is his life so far really just an absurd script woven by someone?
"And if you think about it, your ancestors met the Eleven Primarchs, and ten thousand years later you became a Space Marine and the best adapter for Gray Marrow... Is this a coincidence?"
Although Soshiyang was overwhelmed with emotion, he still forced a smile on his face and joked in a not-easy tone:
"Forget it, there's no point in pursuing this. And then again, if I didn't become a Space Marine, wouldn't it mean that I wouldn't be able to meet you? Nor would I be able to meet Talos and the others? It doesn't seem so bad if you think about it this way.
"
"You...and you said that in the second half of his life, your father suddenly went crazy to investigate the family's history and past events, just to find your family's hometown? I think it may not be that simple. He lost
My favorite son, maybe he wants to know why he lost his son. He may have noticed the abnormalities in your childhood and even your family."
Soshyan rarely thinks about his former family affairs, especially after finding Ulano, Veronica suddenly mentioned it, and it seemed that this was indeed the case.
"So I guess that there may be some deeper secrets hidden in your family. After the expedition, we should investigate the further history of your family. I think the problem is likely to lie with the two children of your ancestor named Kailo.
.”
"Well, after the expedition is over, we need to conduct a thorough investigation. Perhaps the key to uncovering the secret of the gray marrow lies here."
Then he smiled. Although his face was still gloomy, it had relaxed a lot, and he praised:
"Thank you for taking so much trouble with my affairs. There are so many things here that sometimes even I can't figure them out."
"Humph, we are husband and wife. Isn't it natural for me to care about your affairs? And do you have some misunderstandings about my brain? What about multitasking, multi-threaded thinking, photographic memory, that's what it means to me?
It’s the same as drinking water.”
"Okay, it's my fault. It seems I can save more trouble in the future."
Seeing the sadness on Soshyan's face, Veronica hugged his neck distressedly and whispered:
"Even if the entire galaxy betrays you, I will still be by your side, forever..."
The smile on Soshyan's face slowly faded. He hugged Veronica, but his thoughts drifted to the ancient holy sanctuary.
He hadn't noticed it before, but the two sudden déjà vus today made him feel that the dagger of fate was getting closer and closer to his throat. Perhaps the originally conceived plan should really start to move forward. If it happened soon,
What is really going to happen in the future? Before the turbulent waves of fate sweep over, he must find a way to send Veronica to the safest place so that the empire, the royal court, and the gods are far away from her and can no longer threaten her.
.
Perhaps, this is the only thing he can do before he is still "him".
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While Soshyan was away, Talos, who briefly replaced him in handling major affairs, received a unique report from the surface of the planet Angstrom about a dozen unique murders.
The Forge World is not peaceful. In fact, death occurs all the time. Assassinations for knowledge or status are quite common, but those deaths are all different.
All the incidents happened on the same day, and the deceased were all new apprentices. Their skin was neatly peeled off, and a line of strange symbols was written in blood at the murder scene.
The Forge World's security department has been tracking down for two days with no results. You must know that it is a mechanical city full of surveillance equipment. The surveillance network can even penetrate into the smallest drainage ditch in the city, but still no trace of the murderer can be caught.
Only a very tricky camera captured an extremely shadowy lake, which shows that the thing was very fast.
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Therefore, the sages suspected that it might be the remnant soldiers of the Red Pirates or even the demons they summoned. After realizing that the matter could not be solved, they decided to report the matter to Soshyan, so it fell into the hands of Talos.
As soon as he saw the scene, he immediately realized that it was the Eighth Legion's technique, and what the blood traced was not a symbol at all, but the language of the former Eighth Legion's home planet Nostram, but it was reversed.
After correction, there is only one sentence——
Long live the King of the Night!
Realizing that it might be some provocateur from the Eighth Legion, Talos pressed the matter and quietly arrived in the city in an aircraft.
He has located the murderer.
Connecting all the murder scenes, it is actually a Nostram word——
grave.
Therefore, as darkness enveloped this side of the planet, Talos came to the surface and headed straight for the city's only cemetery.
The cemetery of the Adeptus Mechanicus is completely different from the cemeteries elsewhere in the human race. There are no dead old trees, no croaking crows standing on the treetops, no gray and mottled tombstones, and no holy elephants or flower beds that can be seen everywhere.
Some are just micro-viewers, which project the image of the deceased on the ground. At a glance, in the giant pyramid-shaped cemetery, there are densely packed green figures, as if it is a real netherworld, with mechanical little angels.
Flying back and forth in the sky following a fixed route, the Omnisiah's hymn was played.
In a sense, this tomb filled with "ghosts" is more terrifying than the cemetery of the state church, and the only thing it has in common with most cemeteries in the empire is -
Only people with a certain status are eligible to be buried. The vast majority of all living beings die in obscurity, disappear in obscurity, and are not worthy of being remembered.
After avoiding the surveillance of the tombkeeper, Talos came to a blind spot on the west side of the cemetery and walked nonchalantly among the flickering green ghosts.
Some of them even performed certain habitual actions during their lives. It was midnight, and Talos, dressed in dark blue armor, seemed to be a jailor walking in hell, and his footsteps sounded like the beat of death.
He didn't have to search or hide at all, because the other party had no intention of avoiding him in the first place.
Finally, he stopped in a small semicircular square and looked at the figures sitting on the edge of the steps of the square among the green ghosts.
The man was wearing an ancient black armor, with claw-like black gauntlets holding a skull with almost all the bones replaced by metal. Next to it lay a pitch black long sword and a bird's beak helmet.
After hearing Talos's footsteps, he let out a nervous laugh like a night owl.
"Haha, these things that despise the body have always been so boring. The body is obviously so beautiful and can bring so much pain..."
As he spoke, he turned his head, and under his long black hair like weeds, a thin and pale face with deep sunken eyes and full of animality was revealed. Those dark eyes were like the vicious gaze of a death star, and his harsh lips were open and closed.
Speak standard Nostramanian in between.
"You say so, my brother, the soul hunter, Talos Valkolan."
Talos sneered and took off his helmet.
"Cassati Nuang, you are still alive, but you are the only one."