Sarpedon was silent for a while, then picked up the communicator.
"Put me on the backup channel."
Soon, the Soul Messenger's backup communication channel sounded a ticking sound requesting communication. The furious Gorgli stared at it for a while before connecting the microphone.
"Chapter Commander, I am Sarpedon, Director of the Think Tank. I have shut down the weapon array of the Star Castle, and the strike fleet will leave orbit immediately. I am waiting for you in the main control hall of the Star Castle."
"This is obviously an ambush and a conspiracy."
Sosh raised his voice and warned, but Golgri
There was no answer.
After a moment of silence, he replied to the communication:
"So you admit your mistake?"
"If that's what you think, so be it, as long as it can alleviate your suspicions, but I hope that we will handle these matters within the Chapter ourselves and not involve outsiders. Chapter Commander, I hope you can also take more care of the war.
The honor of the regiment.”
"Sarpedon."
Soshyan had never heard Gorgli imbue a single name with such a profound meaning of menace.
"Our honor has long been trampled and stained by your rebellion."
Then a heavy sigh came from the other end of the communicator.
"If this is your wish, then I accept it."
"Also, tell your accomplices that I will be here soon and will not bring any outsiders, but they'd better find a reasonable explanation for their behavior."
Then he turned off the voice communication.
Golgri's cold eyes turned to his honor guard, and he reached for his helmet.
"Follow me and call everyone together."
At this time, Soshyan took a step forward.
"Brother, I can help you.
"No."
Gorgeli rejected him in a rare move.
"Soshyan, I have to handle this matter myself. At least Sarpedon was right about one thing. The honor of the chapter cannot be damaged anymore."
With that said, he summoned everyone in the battle group and headed to the flight deck to prepare to take the Thunder Eagle to the Star Castle.
Soshyan thought about it for a while, then returned to Unbound Soul and told Thor everything he heard. Sevatar who was beside him also listened to most of it.
"That idiot."
He directly gave Gorgli a very negative evaluation.
"How can such a naive person become a chapter leader? He doesn't really think that he can make those veterans surrender with his words, right? He has no correct understanding of the current situation at all."
Soshyan glared at Savita, and then looked at Thor.
"I'm not too worried."
"Ah, looking at it now, even if it is not a trap, it is not much different. The essential conflict is not whether this operation is out of line, but the disobedience and high independence of the veteran group towards the young chapter leader. Such a conflict
It often only intensifies and is difficult to alleviate.”
Saul also expressed his pessimism.
"Gorgli doesn't have that much prestige to overwhelm those people, and bloodshed will inevitably occur."
"Then how can I help him?"
"The best way now is for us to provide assistance when they take action, so that Gorgli can accept it and it is morally acceptable."
Sosh Yang thought for a moment and nodded.
"This is feasible, but how do we enter the Star Castle without alerting others?"
Thor smiled and looked at Sevatar.
"What do you think?"
"Then teleport."
Under normal conditions, it would be very risky to teleport directly into the Star Fortress, but Soshyan knew that Sevita had the ability to allow them to teleport accurately.
So he nodded and said;
"Then it's decided, just the three of us."
After a brief preparation, the three of them arrived at the transfer room.
Unlike the upper deck, the courtyard where they were located was almost completely devoid of Gothic decoration. Instead, the roof and walls here gave way to the rumbling Mechanicum teleportation engine units that were plugged in with wires, and several
The exhaust port of the engine assembly continuously erupts streams of water vapor.
"Start teleportation."
When ready, Soshyan gave the order.
Around the room, technical servitors began to swarm on the whirring machinery, pulling levers and spinning the huge copper turntables.
While working, each servitor began to sing different binary statements repeatedly, which sounded like a strange mathematical sailor's chant.
Then the engines began to vibrate violently, screaming as they spun upward.
Behind this flat room, there stood a raised platform, and an astral choir sang from a life-support capsule.
The melodious female chant and the servitor's monotonous mechanical language mixed into an unbearable contrast.
Soshyan actually didn't like this way of traveling. If he was asked to sit in the cabin of a Thunderhawk, roaring all the way through the atmosphere and facing the death spread by enemy fire, he would not hesitate at all.
Or, lock him in the seat of the drop pod, fire it, and then smash it straight to the surface from an orbiting ship dozens of kilometers high. Soshyan will also complete his duties without any complaints.
But teleportation is a completely different matter.
The World Engine's experience of crossing the subspace left a considerable psychological shadow on him, making him always resist that feeling.
Before the dazzling white-gold light faded, he felt the artificial breeze, gently pushing his armor, just enough to blow his silver-gray robe and the blessed oath scroll on his shoulder armor.
Soshyan did not wear the Terminator this time, but the fine power armor from the past.
Then, he raised his bolter alertly, and within a few seconds as the fog of teleportation gradually faded from his eyes, the weapon was ready.
The air blast caused by the teleportation is like an artificial thunder that has been filtered into a harmless sound by the helmet's automatic sensing device.
The mist and halo billowing around you won't last long under such a breeze.
He felt the solidity of the floor under his feet for a while, and knew that he was still intact after being teleported.
Then he gritted his teeth, tightened his skin, and stretched out his bolter towards Yuan Jingping in front of him.
They were teleported to the center of a circular pit, with a radius of at least ten meters. It was obviously caused by teleportation.
From a broad perspective, this is a very wide space, but it is very empty. Foundations made of plastic steel are interspersed from the floor, which are the low walls and pillars of the giant building that will be built on this foundation.
As a fixed star fort, its size and a hive are useless. Even the space within a dozen kilometers is only one of its many areas.
This is most likely a residential area under construction or an empty warehouse.
But now no one can be seen here, not even the servitor, no movement, no signs of breathing.