This time Soshyan was also a little angry. He gave in again and again, but the other party was still so aggressive, so he retorted:
"Oh? If you don't care about sacrifice, then why don't you fight to the end? Don't you also retreat in the end?"
"If we can destroy Huron, then I will not hesitate to sacrifice the entire battle group! Because we are born for this, our value is war and revenge, and our existence is for death, no matter we
How many years have we been wandering in the void, no matter what difficulties we suffer, we have never forgotten the oath we made ten thousand years ago. Our equipment may be poor, and our number may be small, but Soshiyang, do you still remember what an oath is?
? I will face the enemies of the Emperor without fear or hesitation. Just because she has given me life and strength, I will sacrifice for her in exchange for the greatest possible benefit. Even if I can only advance her cause a little bit, then I
I will also think that my short life is worth it. I will do my duty. Apart from that, what else can I ask for? So, do you understand why we are here? Because there is a war here, or a war that we have not finished yet.
War, or do you think we are here for you? Honor, shame? These are not worth mentioning. I don’t even care what happened in the past. The so-called glory itself is a trap of vanity. We plunder, we harvest, just for
Better to kill and fight than to look like a fat warlord."
Tyberus's words hit Soshyan like explosive bombs, and when he lowered his arms, he had already turned around.
"Soshiyang, you are smart enough and powerful enough. Your battle group is so glorious and you have so many allies, but you have too many considerations. I can't judge how much of your considerations are based on public interests.
, and how much of it is out of selfishness, these issues are only known to you and the emperor, and everything you do is also under her scrutiny, but at least this time, I am very disappointed in you."
After saying that, he walked toward the door, followed closely by the other man-eating sharks.
Watching the other party leave, Soshyan slowly closed his eyes and sat back on the huge throne.
He did not agree with Tiberus's words, but he could not find a reason to refute it.
If Tiberus was a rude man, he could have laughed it off.
If Tiberus was an ignorant man, he would not care about the other person's words.
If Tiberus was a man with ulterior motives, he would be able to strike back immediately.
But, the other party is neither——
He realized that Tiberus was a pure person, an extremely pure Space Marine, a person that even Soshyan could hardly evaluate.
Are your considerations selfish?
Soshyan thinks he doesn't. All his decisions are to better execute the interests of the empire. Killing Huron is not the optimal solution. However, in front of a pure Space Marine, this explanation is so quixotic.
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Yes, Space Marines should not think about these things at all. They only need to kill and revenge, blood for blood and tooth for tooth. Submission is just a by-product of this process.
And Soshyan really cared about the casualties of the soldiers. When he saw the casualty numbers, he even hated the expedition. If he hadn't been appointed as the commander of this damn supreme lord, then these soldiers might not have died.
, however, he ignored that the life of a Space Marine itself is a rapid journey towards death. Fighting is their obligation, and death is also their obligation.
This is why he feels that Tiberus is a pure Astartes, because he truly embodies the essence of an Astartes.
So, are your considerations selfish?
perhaps--
It's true, but I don't want to admit it.
After a long time, he opened his eyes, forced a forced smile, and said:
"It's okay, let's go and do our work and leave them alone."
Amidst the messy footsteps, everyone left the hall, leaving only Mark and the others.
"You guys should go get ready too."
Perhaps sensing the fatigue in Soshyan's voice, Mark nodded and left the hall with the guards.
Soon, the lights dimmed, leaving Soshyan alone sitting quietly in the darkness.
Gradually, an unprecedented sense of loneliness surrounded him. Although he had so many comrades, brothers and friends, Soshyan found that he could not say anything in his heart to anyone. He was now particularly eager to have someone who could listen.
Listen to your own defense and confession.
He was even thinking, if he or any of the secrets of the battle group were exposed, what would seniors or comrades of the same generation like Magyar, Seth, or Laxander think of him?
Soshyan looked at the empty hall, seeming to be looking for something.
Veronica and Talos were the only two people who could make him speak his mind without any scruples, but they were neither around.
All the power and wealth seemed to be illusions. Many terrible secrets weighed him down. The responsibility of the expedition was just an inconspicuous stone on this mountain. Even the stronger he became, the more uneasy he became. A large number of soldiers
The awakened gray marrow was like a hand grabbing his nerves. He seemed to have a lot, but in fact he had almost nothing - everything was a gift, and gifts must come with a price. This was an unbreakable principle of the Galaxy.
Leaning his head back, the hard metal throne was so cold. Soshyan's joy of victory was useless now, and he was even a little excited.
When a person is alone, all kinds of strange thoughts will breed. Maybe when something can no longer be hidden, everyone will leave him. Thinking about it this way, it seems that leaving your destiny to others is not so bad.
, at least he no longer needs to endure the dilemma when this possibility occurs.
Soshyan closed his eyes, and then smiled inexplicably. It was a slightly nervous smile, and he didn't even know why he was laughing or what he was laughing at.
However, time and reality did not allow him to meditate for too long. There were still too many things waiting for him to deal with.
The first is post-war cleanup. The Red Pirates learned their lesson this time. The battleships that could not be taken away were basically scuttled (exploded). Even if the main body was not completely destroyed, due to the devastating damage to the reactor and engine, repairing it was almost the same as rebuilding a ship.
The workload is almost the same, so the capture of the battleships is basically equivalent to nothing. As for the fallen Space Marines, some armor parts and a few weapons that are not so severely distorted and corroded can only be recovered piecemeal, and most of them still have to be destroyed.
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As for the gene seeds of the dead red pirates, even after discarding the obviously mutated and corrupted seeds, less than one-third of the recovered seeds are still a huge and terrifying project. Due to its complex components and various
Possible mutations and contaminations, even if several regiments of pharmacists were added, would be a workload of several years. (At least according to the official statement, checking gene seeds is a very troublesome manual job)
And because the genetic data of some start-up groups is highly confidential, pharmacists also lack control standards to determine whether this type of seed is mutated or contaminated. This is mainly concentrated in the rebellious legions of the Word Bearers, Night Lords and Iron Warriors.
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The seed of the Night Lord, Soshyan, can be handed over privately to Valier for screening, but there is no other way. It can only be sealed and handed over to the biological sages of the Mechanicus for long-term inspection. After all, pharmacists also have their own jobs.
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After that, Soshyan ordered to collect the wreckage of a destroyed cruiser of the Red Pirates, weld and cast it into a huge space platform, and recast the armor and weapons of the Death Chaos Space Marines of the Red Pirates into a monument.
Five hundred meters wide, forty meters wide, five in total, densely engraved with the names or code names of all fallen Space Marines, technical priests, as well as crew members, technicians, Ecclesiastical combatants, fighter pilots and skitarii that could be found.
Some people think that the crew, pilots and skitarii are just living tools, and their names are just a series of simple numerical codes. There is no need to be engraved with the Space Marines. Soshyan's answer is a line of text on the monument -