The monument ended after the unveiling. Two months have passed since the Battle of Amara. The space undead did not launch a new attack, but the finishing work is only half done. Most of the wreckage in the orbit has been cleaned up, and some of them need to be dealt with. Most of the ruins of the planet's nest capital have been cleaned up, but the various troops are still in preparation for war. After all, the situation is not clear.
However, in the late night when everything was silent, a lonely figure appeared in Amara Victory Square.
At this time, there were only crackling sounds from braziers day and night on both sides of the black avenue of Victory Square. The giant wearing power armor made almost no sound when walking, and even quietly as he climbed the steps, as if he was worried about disturbing the dead.
Finally, he stopped in front of the monument, or in front of a small stone sculpture less than ten meters away from the monument, which was a statue of cow head with hundreds of names engraved on the base.
The giant stood still, as if he had turned into a statue.
Until a sound sounds.
"...No matter how hard-hearted a person looks, I believe he will never turn a blind eye to his brothers and comrades who have worked together for a hundred years and have been with him day and night, and will not really take their sacrifices for granted, especially since he is still a leader of the battle group, because I am the leader of the battle group, and I can also understand that kind of mood."
The contemplative giant raised his head slightly and replied in a low voice:
"It seems that you know me very well? We have never been a human being, and your mood will not be mine. I am not as weak, sentimental, ambitious and unstable as you."
"But you seem to know me very well?"
As footsteps rang out on the last step, Soshiyang appeared in the fire from afar, smiling.
Astraion, who was ahead of him, did not respond again, nor did he turn around.
Soshiyan walked to him, looked at the memorial statue of the Minotao War Clan and sighed.
"To be honest, I really thought you were all a bunch of bastards and had lost Astart's duties, honors and beliefs, but now I'm increasingly unable to understand you..."
“Responsibility, honor and faith?”
A sneered under Astraion's helmet.
“Is this what Astart is like in your mind?”
"If not, I can't understand why you are fighting."
"Everyone said that you are the smartest Astarte in the empire, but now you can't even understand the simplest question. It seems that... most of the idiots in the world are still stupid."
"Oh? Then your answer?"
"Fight for the fight."
"No goal? No direction? Not for...ideal?"
"Soshiyan, your life is so comfortable that it makes you feel like a vain and extravagant thing in your mind."
"But you obey power, the power of the High Lord."
"Aren't you?"
Astraion's voice added a little more mocking. After hearing this, Soshiyang thought for a moment and replied:
"Then you should understand that Astart should only be responsible for the throne."
"Are you responsible for the throne, or for the power of the throne?"
“Both…have.”
"So is there any difference? Astart fought for the empire because of the Emperor, who had the power to command his legion. I know how you talked about us privately about us, servants of the lords, lackeys, slaves of power? Then tell me, Soshyan Alexey, did Astart come from being created from power? In the end, did you fight for the so-called welfare of mortals? Can those humble people who were beaten in the mud by the slumber of law enforcement's shock sticks to get you? What did you use to drive them to fight against the mortal army you created? Ideal, honor, or belief? Or power in your hands? Since Astart was born a killing machine born of power, is it not right to be loyal to power?"
As he said that, he turned around and pointed his hand straight into Soshiyang's chest.
"His Excellency, our ruling general, please tell me that it is better to be a legion dominated and controlled by the highest power of the legitimate regime, or a legion dominated by the so-called sense of self-honour and belief? Which one is normal and which one is abnormal?"
Soshiyang stared at the other party and said slowly:
"I never thought that your view of the Empire and ourselves is so extreme. Things don't always have to be chosen in bad and worse, and there are better choices. The judgment of power is not necessarily right, let alone distant power. Astart is the last line of defense of the Empire. The mind of mortals is both fragile and lacks long-term patience. If we do not have enough self-judgment and independence, the Empire will lose the most important error correction mechanism."
"Come on! Soshiyan, do you think the mess of the empire is caused by the mortals in your mouth? Or do you despise them more than me? Correct? Just those brains that hold their honor as stubborn as stones do you think they have the ability to correct mistakes? We are just killing tools created by the emperor, but the Astats now have raised themselves too high, angels, demigods, heroes, saviors... shit!"
Astraion waved his hand suddenly, and a very rare violent emotional fluctuation occurred.
"We are just a weapon, and moving one weapon on its own will only be a disaster. One hand needs to wave us. You just pretend not to see such a superficial truth."
As he said that, he patted his chest hard, making a dull impact sound.
"We have been bleeding for the empire, and death, and we respect the power that created us! We obey the power that represents the throne and humanity! We never do what we do! We carry out orders 100%! Your contempt and rumours are just coward jokes in our eyes!"
After Suoshiyang was silent for a moment, he suddenly chuckled:
"So all you are loyal to is power, but you don't care who controls that power?"
“Is this important?”
"What if the person who holds this power is an Astate? You will admit it?"
Astraion put down his arm and stared at Soshiyan, and after a while hesitated:
"Let's talk about it when it happens, why? Don't you want to hide your ambitions anymore?"
"Oh? Do I seem to have any ambitions?"
"A group will not have millions of minions, and the extreme warriors do not have such a large number of troops, let alone the full support of the forging world. If it weren't for this battle, how long would you hide? Are these all? And the group of allies you hooked up with... Soshiyan, eyes are always staring at you."
Soshiyang laughed heartily, then spread his hands and said helplessly:
"Then do you think I will become the next Huron?"
The other party's answer was also very straightforward.