Sarpedon, the former think tank director of the Soul Drinkers Chapter, raised his head. His noble face in the past was now as pale as a corpse, and his face was distorted with anger and frustration.
In the darkness of a cold tomb, a blazing brazier illuminated his face, and his eyes reflected the flames.
"I saw a prophecy and felt the truth through the blood of the sacrifice on my tongue."
He was roaring in a low voice, to the silent audience, the ancient fearless, and the author of "Army Questions and Answers", Daniasos.
"Countless images filled my mind. I recited incantations, offered tributes and sacrifices to pray to the great power, and spent countless hours meditating to open myself up to the greatness and wisdom of the living ether, but the meaning remained unclear!"
Sarpedon clenched his fists, and the servo muscles of his power armor whined as his body tensed.
"I can't stand this shame anymore. I want to crush his bones with my fists and make him pay for his crimes. I want to take back our sacred objects!"
"Calm down, Sarpedon."
The ancient fearlessness roared, and the sound was like the tomb itself being given words. The incredibly deep bass echoed among the calm tombstones. Each word was slow and calm, and was enhanced by a powerful amplification system.
In the past, Daniathos was a mighty hero who fought alongside other great warriors, led the Soul Drinkers as a Captain against countless enemies of the Emperor, and wrote the Soul Drinker "An Army of Questions"
The work of the author’s soul.
From the day he joined the warband, Sarpedon continued to study every sermon and precept record he recorded.
To him at that time, everything written by this ancient warrior was a perfect masterpiece of rhetoric and conviction, full of indignant hatred.
However, Danyathos still fell in a certain battle, a battle against the enemy of mankind.
"You resist those visions too much. Those visions are gifts from the gods, and you should accept them with as much gratitude as any other gift from the Almighty."
The remaining limbs of the former passionate leader were now buried in an iron coffin in front of Sarpedon. Even though his body was completely destroyed, he continued to live in the tomb made of a new shell.
But no one knew that he was still alive, not even Sarpedon.
Until he was embraced by the power of Chaos, and a whisper told him the truth.
At first he had doubts, but when he led the remnant army of Soul Drinkers to the deserted planet of Seraka and found Dreadnought stored in a stasis stance in the planet's catacombs, he finally confirmed that what he had heard was true.
It is true.
It was not until this moment that he truly understood their secrets.
According to Danyathos's narrative, it turns out that the Soul Drinkers are the bloodline of the Second Legion, and their original body and legions were destroyed by the ruthless Emperor and brothers.
The reason why Danyathos knows all this is because after he awakened the power of the former legion, he was favored by the dark power and returned the lost history to him.
And his goal of surviving until now is to rebuild the Second Legion, and in the name of the Dark Power, take revenge on the empire that destroyed them in the past!
After learning all this, Sarpedon felt calm, and the confusion that had surrounded him before disappeared with the wind.
More importantly, he wants revenge more and more urgently, and wants to take revenge on the person who took everything away from him.
Astral Knight, Soshyan Alexey.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
After Danyathos spoke, Sarpedon's frustration and anger disappeared.
He smiled slightly, and his face that originally looked confused and distorted with anger regained its composure, and a pair of black eyes shone with light.
"Don't be impatient, your expectations will be satisfied immediately."
Danyathos continued:
"As long as you continue to walk on the road of devotion, the glory of the gods will surely come, but you must actively throw yourself into the arms of the powerful, and they will give you support. Only in this way can the fog in front of you be lifted, and only in this way can you understand those things.
The moral of the scene is, there is no need to be afraid of the dark, because you are the darkness.”
Fearless raised its giant mechanical arm, its joints spewing steam hissingly.
"Our genetic father was once infinitely close to this path, but he was eventually torn apart by those brutal brothers, just as those villains tore our warband apart!"
Just mentioning the word warband made Sarpedon feel a twinge of pain.
The memories were still vivid in his mind, and the anger, hatred and indignation still burned brightly in his body.
How he wished he could lead the soldiers to kill those hypocrites and traitors now, but he couldn't do it.
"But we are too weak now."
Sarpedon said bitterly:
"We have less than a hundred warriors left, and only a small battleship. All weapons and equipment have been thrown away. We have almost nothing."
"Are you scared?"
"No, of course not..."
Sarpedon lowered his head.
"It's just that there are no plans yet."
"Let's go back to the ship first. Maybe others have plans."
Hearing Wuwei's words, Sarpedon frowned, but he didn't ask any more questions and instead summoned the Thunder Eagle.
When Thunderhawk transported the Dauntless back to the Greyhound, Chaplain Ictinos was already waiting on the flight deck.
Sarpedon followed Dauntless down the assault ramp where the Thunderhawk descended with firm steps.
Afterwards, he took off his helmet and took a deep breath.
Now the Greyhound's cabin is filled with pollutants, smoke and corruption. It has changed a lot since Sarpedon used his psychic powers to control the ship's navigator and astropath.
The minaret that once carved the sacred outline was demolished and replaced by iron pillars covered with spikes, on which many corpses were strung.
Purple-red lines covered the originally flat, gray walls of the upper deck, and the walls of the corridor were painted with the symbols of the great gods in blood.
Nodding to the honor guards standing on either side of the towering arch, Sarpedon and Dauntless walked past them into the large terrace.
Ictinos immediately walked to Wuwei's side, bowed his head and knelt down.
"Great master, welcome your return."
After a while, Wuwei gently placed the robotic arm on his head.
"The dark gods of the Invisible Realm bless you, my chief priest, with a peaceful life."
Ictinos stood up.
"The Soul Drinker has been brought back to the right path, although the process is not perfect."
"The so-called perfection is just an illusory trap."
Wuwei responded decisively:
"We should pursue more realistic results, you did a great job."
"Your praise makes me extremely honored, Master, but now we still face many difficulties and enemies."
"No need to worry, as long as we follow the right path, we will definitely crush any enemy. They are stronger than us, yes, but that is not the case when they are in the decaying greenhouse of the empire. Through provocation, seduction and deception,
We have many ways to weaken them and they will be vulnerable."
"I understand, Master, but..."
Ictinos glanced at Sarpedon.
"I don't think our new Chapter Master understands that."
Sarpedon looked at the priest without saying anything, and his eyes did not even waver, as if he was just looking at a stone.
"Sarpedon does not need to understand, he will be the leader of the legion. He knows his position and can perform his duties perfectly."
Wuwei said meaningfully:
"He is, and always has been, a better warrior than you, Ictinos."
"Master, I, I didn't mean that-"
"I'm not blaming you."
Wuwei waved his robotic arm.
"Getting back to the subject, as you said, we are in trouble and lack all necessary manpower and material resources. So do you have any solutions?"
Sarpedon's expression finally changed. He raised his eyebrows and looked at the priest with interest. His mutated appendages gently scratched the metal ground.
"Yes, Master, I have some preliminary ideas."
"tell me the story."
"About the Astral Knights Chapter——"
Ictinos paused for a moment, then glanced at Sarpedon, and after confirming that the other person's expression was a little stiff, he continued with a slight smile.
"I checked the Greyhound's battle records and found that the opponent used a large cruiser during the attack, and it was not a model known to the Empire...According to the Empire's records, the Astral Knights were attacking for several
They suffered a devastating blow years ago, with almost the entire army annihilated. Later, they were expelled from the corrupt Terran Council. All the Chapter's assets were taken over by another new Chapter. In this case, they have no reason to own a ship.
Such a powerful battleship."
"It may also have been captured in a battle."
Sarperdon coldly threw out a possibility.
Ictinos smiled.
"Yes, it is indeed possible, and the possibility is very high... Speaking of which, I also heard about something from some friends. The Red Pirates issued a reward order."
"Reward order? What is the target?"
"A battleship."
As soon as he said this, Sarpedon immediately showed a look of understanding.
"You mean...their ship was stolen from the Hurons."
"Maybe, maybe not, but it doesn't matter."
The priest looked like he had a pearl of wisdom in his hand. This artificial expression made Sarpedon feel sick to his stomach, but he didn't want to get sick.
"The important thing is that with this information, we can connect with Huron. Now that the Black Heart King's power is developing rapidly, and he is a warlord with a great reputation, we may be able to temporarily rely on him to restore our strength."
"You want us to join the Red Pirates?"
Sarpedon's tone suddenly changed.
"Our situation is very bad now, so let's put down your useless pride first, legion commander."
The priest said the last three words in a very strange way, and sparks of spiritual energy immediately appeared in Sarpedon's eyes.
"alright."
Finally, Wuwei, who had been silent for a long time, spoke, and the two people who were at war with each other immediately calmed down their posture.
"Ictinos is right. We should restrain our unnecessary self-esteem now. Sarpedon, don't forget that the result is the most important."
The corners of Sarpedon's eyes twitched twice, and finally he lowered his head.
"yes."
"Ictinos, just do as you say and contact the black-hearted king."