Soshyan reported on the communication channel that Sol also shouted the same thing.
The Prince of Crows walked over to one of the pillars and rubbed his armored hand over its sculptured side.
"What did you hear?"
Soshyan did not answer at first. He listened carefully for a while.
"Only the sound of the wind."
He was very confused, could the original Savita hear something hidden under the sound of the wind? Could he also hear things other than his own slow breathing and the sound of the pulse counter on the left side of his retina?
Soshyan blinked and turned off his retina screen.
At this time, he heard some extremely subtle noise, a sound that seemed slightly familiar to him.
"Wait, this is-"
Soshyan frowned.
"There is a disturbance in the subspace."
Savita's black eyes seemed to be glowing at this moment. He stared at a wall in the distance, his gaze seemed to penetrate it.
"We're going to hurry-"
During the third minute of waiting in the main control room of the Star Castle, the sound of the gate activating announced the arrival of the person being waited for.
Golgri looked into the center of the smoke. Behind him were all the recruits in the regiment and his honor guard.
Soon, a figure appeared, wrapped in simple purple armor, the helmet was held under the arm of his left arm, revealing his tough and battle-scarred cheeks.
His body was covered with records of all the massacres and victories against the enemies of mankind engraved in Gothic script, and the floor creaked as he moved.
Then, he stopped five meters in front of Gorgli, and hit his chest hard with his clenched right fist, making a clanging sound.
"Think Tank Director Sarpedon reports to you, Chapter Master."
His voice was calm and calm, without the slightest hint of nervousness, just like the way the two of them met every day in the past.
Behind him, the veterans also lined up and saluted Gorgli neatly.
"you……"
Gorgli hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand to his collar, unlocked the helmet lock hidden there, and then took off his helmet.
An undisguised surprise appeared on his face, like a face that could only be carved from flawless marble.
In Golgri's eyes, Sarpedon should be a calm and wise warrior.
"Sarpedon?"
He asked then, his strong voice softened by suspicion.
"What exactly did you do?"
But the think tank director ignored the question.
"Everything I do is for the honor of the Chapter."
Slowly, but firmly, Gorgori drew his sword.
He neither chose a defensive stance nor issued a threat to the opponent.
Instead, he just held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and stood the sword in front of him while he looked directly at the director of the think tank.
"I only ask you one question and only once, why do you want to be rebellious?"
"Ah, in return I have to ask you something, my brother,"
Sarpedon revealed his sharp teeth with a tired sigh.
"Chapter Commander, please listen to me carefully. We are here to recapture the original body's sacred object, the Soul Spear. But just when we were about to succeed, the Mechanicus suddenly teleported to the interior of the Star Fortress and took away the soul.
spear."
"Soul Spear?"
Gorgori had heard of this Chapter relic. It was once a subspace vortex weapon used by the primarch Dorn during the Great Crusade. After the second founding of the army, it became the relic of the Soul Drinkers, but in
Lost six thousand years ago, the Chapter has been searching for it.
"Yes, you should know the significance of the Soul Spear to the war group, but even so, we did not choose to conflict with the Mechanicus at the beginning. We only strengthened the defense of the platform and asked the Mechanicus to return the Soul Spear, but they did not
They took away the soul spear and pointed a giant siege cannon at us. We were forced to board the ship and destroy the weapons of the Mechanicum in order to protect ourselves."
Hearing this, Golgrid was very surprised. This was obviously completely different from the report of the Mechanicus.
So his attitude softened a little.
"Then why do you want to kill the Tech Sage?"
"Because he refused to tell the whereabouts of the soul spear."
Sarpedon said these words in a matter-of-fact tone, but it sent shivers down Golgory's spine.
"You didn't tell me beforehand?"
"The matter is urgent."
"Then you can choose to wait for me to come back before dealing with this matter."
"Sorry, I didn't think well."
"Then do you know that because of your actions, the war group has been declared excommunicated and rebellious by the Inquisition!"
As soon as these words came out, the recruits and veterans were in an uproar. Obviously not many people knew about this matter.
Sarpedon was silent for a while, then nodded.
"Know."
"Now that you know it, why did you refuse the investigation of the Tribunal in the first place!"
The think tank director suddenly raised his head, his eyes seemed to be burning.
"Because the Inquisition cannot represent the Empire! It cannot represent the Emperor! The souls of the Soul Drinkers only swear to the Golden Throne! Not those biting mad dogs! They have no right to judge us!"
Gorgori took a deep breath and lowered the tip of his sword.
"You are wrong, Sarpedon. Your thoughts are too dangerous. I cannot allow you to continue to lead the Chapter astray. Here, as the Chapter Leader, I announce the dismissal of your position as Director of the Think Tank, and
Make an arrest."
The director of the think tank looked at him without making any move.
"Gorgli, do you know what you are doing?"
At this time, the pastor behind took a step forward.
"I know very well, Pastor."
Sarpedon shook his head.
"Sorry, I cannot obey. Your behavior is what really led the war group astray."
With that said, the think tank director drew his sword.
"Chapter Master Gorgri, in the presence of the Emperor and the Primarch, I challenge your command."
"very good."
The two former comrades faced each other with swords raised, and then rushed towards each other under the gaze of everyone.
It is one of the traditions of some Adeptus Astartes that when a subordinate questions the decision of his superior, a duel can be fought for leadership.
Soon, they were reduced to a blur of ferocious movements, their slashes and thrusts so ever-changing that they looked like a choreographed dance.
Gorgori twisted his sword back, and the silver steel blade shot out of the air, blurring into a crescent moon. Each of his slashes hit Sarpedon's defense, and the power sword hit the think tank's
Sparks burst out from his chainsword, and each of his strikes was delivered with unparalleled speed and power.
The movements of the two warriors were far beyond the limits of mortals, and their speed defied the eyesight of others.
But Gorgori was superior in combat skills after all. His ability to become Chapter Leader was not just due to the favor of the previous Chapter Leader. His swordsmanship had long been among the best in the Chapter.
"We've never fought, have we?"
Gorgli's voice continued to come out from his clenched teeth.
Every few seconds, Sarpedon's armor and even his face would receive a fresh wound.
While he is fast enough to avoid death in Gorgori's hands, he is not skilled enough to perfectly defend against every blow.
"I've never liked swords."
The director of the think tank ducked and dodged the sword, and then the chainsword poked out.
Gorgli then leaned back, his balance giving him supernaturally perfect movements. The whirling sawtooth only shattered the aquila decoration on his breastplate, barely enough to touch the surface of the ceramite armor.