The Feast of Blades lasted until late at night, and the decisive battle began between the Black Templar and the Crimson Fist.
After twenty minutes of fierce battle, in the end, the champion swordsman of the Black Templars, Rafaele Bravo, defeated the champion of the Crimson Fist, Art Richter, with his superior endurance and toughness, and won the championship.
The champion of this feast.
For Ustad, losing to the opponent seems to have become less uncomfortable.
Under the witness of everyone, Raffaele Bravo, on behalf of the Black Templars, took over the Sword of Sebatus and announced the end of this blade feast.
All the champions who participated in the competition also received a medal as a souvenir.
The next time we get together will be a hundred years later, but I don’t know how many people will be able to reappear in this place.
For Astartes, life and death are normal. Maybe the people you meet today will be separated from each other in the blink of an eye.
Perhaps because of this, there was a hint of sadness at the celebration banquet.
At the lively banquet, Soshyan met many outstanding and famous imperial heroes, and they all had a strong interest in Soshyan, who had already achieved many achievements at a young age - of course some people asked Us
Tad's sword skills were all fooled by Soshyan's wit.
To his surprise, the Tianshi Chapter vaguely expressed its intention to join the Suffering Alliance.
However, their internal opinions have not yet been unified, and Soshyan can only say that they are welcome to visit the Scar of Victory at any time.
In the meantime, there was something very strange.
It was the people from the White Templar who suddenly found Soshyan and invited him very mysteriously to meet with their chapter leader.
Although he didn't know what the other party wanted to do, he didn't refuse.
At this time, it was midnight in Invite, and in addition to the twinkling stars, there were large expanses of auroras in the sky——
Suddenly, a cloaked figure walked across a plain that was once a mountain. The lights from a monastery as large as a city colored the night sky. The tail flames of the battleship engines shone brighter than the stars in the night sky. A large number of
Transport planes and large shuttles streaked across the edge of the horizon, leaving orange trails.
Apart from the flames on the pillars on both sides swaying in the wind, there was no living thing on the catwalk.
The figure stopped, turned around and looked back.
He could see far away, and the darkness was invisible under his gaze. Gunboats and airborne craft were busy, transporting personnel and equipment one after another, and the lights moved between the parking pads.
A burst of laughter in the distance came with the change of wind direction. For a moment, he thought he could hear the silly joke that caused the laughter.
In his mind, an image of a warrior slapping another warrior on the back emerged.
In the huge banquet hall, warriors from the same bloodline shared the brotherhood.
He listened for a long time.
The wind blew again, blurring the faint laughter, and sparks jumped from the burning grease.
The excitement was theirs, but he couldn't experience it.
Thinking of this, the man turned around and continued walking along the empty road.
As soon as the sun rises, the warriors gathered here will go their separate ways, and Invite, the former home planet of the Imperial Fist, will continue to be silent as in the past.
But now, he is the only one walking alone.
A marble peak breaks out of the ground in front, replacing the original hill. In the distant past, countless craftsmen worked sleeplessly to decorate it with symbols of victory and power: on the statue of Dorne holding a sword
.
But now it was empty and speechless, and the majesty of the Marble Mountains briefly subsided in the night.
The man stared at the outline of the statue and continued walking.
No one can be seen here, and there are no marks of past glory. The Imperial Fists have all abandoned their home planet. There are only glimmers of light flashing from time to time in the darkness and dust swirled by the breeze.
Walking into the shadow cast by the statue, he heard a familiar hum, and the soft sound of the carefully crafted armor vibrated in his ears.
He stopped and turned his gaze to the deeper darkness between the statues.
The five Terminators stood in the dark, invisible to ordinary people.
He announced his identity with a phrase, and the Terminators hesitated and lowered their alert posture.
"Hello, Chapter Master Randall Blanchard."
A voice came from the darkness.
The cloaked man turned around, his figure illuminated by the firelight.
This is an Astartes, wearing a gorgeous milky white battle armor, but the breastplate and shoulder armor are black, with a white arrow-tail cross branded on them.
He was not wearing a helmet, and had a gloomy face with a deep scar on his chin. The black hair on his head was somewhat similar to Soshyan's. Even his appearance was similar to Soshyan's, but his eyes were slightly different.
It appears red in the flames.
The man looked directly at the person hiding in the darkness and raised his eyebrows.
"Nice to meet you, Chapter Master Soshyan Alexei."
Then, Soshyan stepped out of the darkness and waved his hand, asking the five bodyguards to retreat a hundred meters away.
"This is the first time we've met."
Soshyan smiled.
"But it feels very familiar."
"Me too."
Randall's smile looked dry.
"can we talk?"
Soshyan nodded.
They stepped onto an open staircase that extended upwards. They walked side by side and began to climb.
"Mutali felt a power during the duel."
After a while, Randall suddenly said:
"I was surprised at first."
Although Soshyan was calm on the outside, he was a little nervous inside.
"Our power comes from the Emperor, there is nothing special about it."
"You have an uneasy feeling, I'm sure."
Randall suddenly laughed, and Soshyan immediately glanced at the person walking beside him.
"I do not quite understand you?"
The Chapter Leader of White Templar chuckled lightly.
"Actually, I don't really understand it myself."
The two became quiet again and continued climbing.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Finally, the stairs merge into a wide open-air corridor, with the night sky in the distance at the end.
Flags hang from huge stone pillars, and each flag has a symbol woven with metal wire: a clenched black iron fist.
Randall paused for a moment and looked at the flag, and then the two came to a terrace.
In the night sky, the plain stretched into the distance, and the lights from the buildings appeared in front of them, and the stars were scattered by the power armor on their bodies.
The wind was strong, and Randall leaned on the railing, his cloak flapping.
"brother."
Finally, he spoke.
"When you use this word to call them, do you feel a little uncomfortable inside because you know you are lying."
Soshyan lowered his head and stared at Dorne Square, which was very far away from them.
"What do you want to say?"
"I'm not their brother."
"you....."
Randall looked up and smiled,
"Just like you."
Soshyan's eyes immediately became sharp, but Randall did not avoid his gaze.
After a while, Soshyan turned around.
"Maybe."
Randall raised his eyebrows, but remained silent.
"What... do you know?"
A smile flashed across Randall's face shrouded in shadow, but it quickly disappeared, and he did not answer.
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind made the flags creak.
"Actually, I don't know anything."
It was Sosh's turn to raise his eyebrows.
"Such charades are boring."
"That's right."
Randall nodded, his expression unchanged, then straightened his body, turned around and left the fence.
"You know what I'm about to say is true, but I still want to say... We all shoulder a huge secret. This secret makes it impossible for you and me to speak. I only hope that we can be in touch with each other. After all,
.....Maybe we are real brothers."
"Randall, you-"
"I think we've said enough."
Randall began to walk away, and the armor made a slight sound.
"Good night, Chapter Commander Soshyan Alexei. I hope that if you have time in the future, you can go to the Sanctuary Star. By then...perhaps we will have an answer to the doubts in our hearts."
Soshyan did not move, he was still looking at the other person's disappearing back, the starlight and firelight reflected in his eyes.
After a long silence, he straightened his body, turned around and left.
In the night, the statue of the original body Dorn still stood quietly...