"The poisonous mist of Tyranid is indeed a trouble. The previous plan could still be postponed for a month, but now it seems that it is still too optimistic..."
Just as Soshiyang was looking at the tactical display and contemplating, a light breeze carrying the fragrance of some plants entered his nasal cavity, followed by a soft voice with a slight smile.
"Chapter Commander, you are tired. How about a cup of tea?"
The sound made Soshyan's body tremble, but he immediately controlled his expression and turned to look at Veronica, who was wearing the secretary outfit she used to wear. She had naughty green eyes behind her gold-rimmed glasses.
He blinked, put the tray on the table, picked up the teacup and handed it to him.
Obviously she was only wearing the most common high-level administrative coat of the war group, and the length of the skirt completely covered her ankles. However, the noble beauty bursting out from this tall figure, and her dignified and beautiful face that was as inviolable as icebergs and snow lotuses,
But it was enough to focus the attention of every male present.
Soshyan glanced around. Fortunately, Veronica was still "named" in the war group. In addition, people from other war groups were basically on the front line. Most of them here were from the Astral Knights and the White Templar.
People, they all know that there is a person named "Ms. Veronica", and they are not surprised. It's just that mortals keep casting curious eyes here. Maybe they are attracted by Veronica's beauty, or maybe they are curious about why there is such a person.
It is possible to speak for the affectionate and majestic Chapter Master of the Astartes in this way.
"well."
Soshyan took the tea cup and whispered:
"How did you come?"
"Why can't you come? I heard that you have been spinning like a machine for a long time. I have to take care of my...chapter leader, right?"
"Well...it's very dangerous here. Isn't there that person here? Just ask him to send a message. The Tyranid hive consciousness has a strong psychic influence. I'm afraid it won't be good for you and..."
Veronica tilted her head to the side.
"That's not true. I didn't feel anything unusual. Bandaram also came with me, so she didn't feel anything was wrong."
Soshyan helplessly drank the white maple tea in his cup. It must be said that Veronica understood his taste best.
After sighing, he put down the cup and said in a lower voice:
"I'm fine. Don't worry. I'm still an Astartes after all. It doesn't matter if I stay awake for a few months, not to mention more than ten days. You can go back first, and I'll feel at ease."
"I also want to know what Tyron is like. Don't worry, I'm right under your nose. Or...are you already annoying me now?"
Soshyan rubbed his forehead.
"That's not what I mean... Well, well, there happens to be a luxuriously decorated dormitory in the Snow Palace. You can stay in it first and just greet people if you need anything. After all, you are still the chief administrative officer of the war group."
At this moment, a technical priest suddenly made a high-pitched mechanical sound.
"Report, the detector has detected a marker entering the atmosphere! The marker is coded as Death Watch!"
"ah?"
Soshiyang first made a surprised sound, but then he winked at Veronica, who immediately turned around and left with graceful steps, and summoned several female servants of the war group along the way, as if to ask about the recent battle.
The situation of the group.
"These people..."
After receiving the data, Soshyan immediately saw the source of the logo, which was the Watcher Fortress.
It was the Death Watch stronghold managed by Vidrian Xino that he had repaired before. He originally thought that these people had left the war zone, but he didn't expect that they would actually appear here.
Moreover, it was Veronica who came in front, and they came in behind. It was hard not to suspect that they came by smell.
"Commander, they are requesting to land and hope to receive air defense cover. An unknown number of Tyranids are chasing the target!"
After thinking for a moment, Soshyan replied:
"Permission to land, send a Lightning squadron to assist."
Ten minutes later, a team of Death Watch walked into the headquarters under the "escort" of Mark and other Terminators. There were only 6 of them, all of whom Soshyan had met, but there was no Vidrian Sino, who was walking at the end.
In front is the one named Nulus.
"Hello, Chapter Master Soshyan Alexei."
When Nulus extended his hand, Soshyan took it without hesitation.
"Everyone has seen it before, and there is no need to be so outspoken. Do you dare to ask some of you why you came here?"
"Fight the aliens and destroy the aliens."
Looking at Nulus' stiff face, Soshyan blinked. At this moment, the Space Wolf standing behind Nulus suddenly sniffed.
"Strange...what does this smell like? Why...a bit...hmm?"
As he spoke, he looked at the empty tea cup.
"Is it this one?"
Soshyan immediately changed the subject.
"Alien, you mean Tyranids?"
"There is only Tyran here."
"I don't understand a little bit."
Nulus replied calmly:
"Our oath will not be affected by any personal emotions or past grudges. You are leading the imperial army to fight against the most ferocious aliens in the galaxy. If we sit back and ignore it, we will violate our oath of watch."
"The orbit has been surrounded by Tyranid forces. It's very dangerous for you to rush in like this."
"To the Astartes, danger and breathing are synonymous."
Soshyan didn't ask why Vidrian Xino didn't come, but just nodded.
"Then you are welcome to come and help us fight against Tyranids."
Then he walked aside and introduced his plan in detail. The Death Watch all listened attentively, even the irritable Space Wolves, which showed that they were indeed very professional in alien affairs.
"...This is currently the second option of the plan. We are going to attract the main force of the Tyranid fleet here, let the Malakin brothers cut off its tentacles, and then come back to pick us up and teach the Tyranids a lesson."
"It's a bit interesting."
It was the Space Wolf who spoke first. He nodded and said:
"I think this plan will work after capturing Tyron's greedy weakness."
But Nulus raised a question, and it was a crucial question.
"What if Malakin's fleet doesn't make it back in time?"
Soshyan's answer is also very simple.
"I believe that Brother Malakin, the son of Sanguinius, will never let down any of his comrades and brothers. Even though he has been subject to doubts and speculations, I still trust him unconditionally because I have fought alongside him, more than anyone else.
Everyone knows him."
Not sure if it was Soshyan's words that touched him, or if he thought of something, Nulus's expression suddenly relaxed.
After a moment of silence, he whispered:
"Captain Soshyan, may I take the liberty to talk to you privately?"
"certainly."
The two then walked to the independent conference room nearby, which was originally a confession room and was transformed into Soshyan's temporary office.
"Captain Soshyan, actually... Lord Vidrianburg is not the kind of person you think."
When he said this, Soshyan saw an expression on this person's face for the first time, which was an emotion of regret mixed with hesitation.