"The recommendation comes from General Drew Barry, your father is his subordinate, and the recommendation letter has been recorded."
"Grand Master...can I eventually become a political commissar? No matter how difficult and difficult it is, I hope to fulfill my father's last wish."
The Grand Master's expression froze, and he turned his head to look at Alec.
Suddenly, his stern expression disappeared, and a hint of love flashed in his only eye.
"Of course, as long as you have faith in the Emperor, Arric."
As he spoke, the Grand Master's wheelchair walked to one side of the room, then climbed onto the gear structure and slowly climbed up the mountain of bookshelves.
He turned a small handle, and then his wheelchair began to rise slowly, stopped at the third shelf, and started looking for a book.
"The Emperor's power is... fastback."
"It is human, and the power of man is the Emperor, The Sermons of Sebastian Thor, Volume 23, Chapter 62."
The Grand Master continued to raise the wheelchair and picked another book.
"What is the meaning of war?"
"It's Victory, Memoirs of Lord-General Gresh, Chapter Nine."
"Then let me ask how we can repay the Emperor?"
"When I face the Golden Throne, I will repay it with the utmost responsibility."
"very good."
The Grand Master will land the wheelchair on the carpet again, turn around and look at Alec.
"It seems you have done enough homework."
He stared at the boy, while Alex tried not to avoid the exposed bone tissue on that half of his face.
"So, what's your problem now?"
"Grand Master, what exactly does it take to become a great political commissar?"
"Child, why do you want to know?"
"I...I don't know either."
"Well, if you ask, how to become a qualified political commissar, I will tell you determination, faith and courage, but if you say greatness... then you must know how to sacrifice."
"sacrifice?"
"Yes, it is not just self-sacrifice, but a sacrifice that treats everyone equally. When you face a choice, you need to understand how to truly serve the God Emperor. This may be too complicated for you, but you will understand in the future
.”
"Sacrifice..."
On the spire of the hive city, looking at the devastated land and city, Alec took a long breath, and the white mist in the air slowly rose into the sky.
"Great Master, I finally understand what you mean."
"Self-sacrifice is easy, but you need to choose the sacrifice of others, which is really difficult."
Suddenly, a rich male voice sounded from behind Yarick, but he did not turn around, but still stood behind the guardrail, letting the strong wind blow up his tattered political commissar coat.
Accompanied by heavy footsteps, Soshyan, wearing ceremonial armor, walked up to him.
The Space Marines are about to leave. It is the job of mortals to deal with this devastated planet. They still have endless wars waiting in the void.
But before leaving, Soshyan wanted to have another chat with Yarik anyway.
He always feels that he owes the other party something.
The two were silent for a long time, and finally Soshyan's eyes moved to Yaric's severed arm. Now there was a pair of rough power claws, which were the relics of the war leader who was beheaded by Yaric.
There is no doubt that it looks very uncoordinated for Yarrick's body to be equipped with such a huge power claw, and in order to be able to use this huge thing, he must always carry a small energy backpack on his back, otherwise he can
The weight of the power claw could tear his shoulder apart.
But even so, the political commissar didn't look relaxed.
"That thing...has no practical significance."
As a friend, Soshyan still gave the other party some advice.
"I didn't expect it to fight."
Alex answered calmly but did not turn his head.
"Its existence is a reminder to remind me to always remember all this."
"It's a good thing to have a sense of responsibility, but if you carry too many things, it will be difficult for you to move forward in the future."
"Sir, there is only one way for me to go forward. Kill that beast called Bone Crusher, for Hades and for everyone."
Hearing what he said, Soshyan sighed softly and did not continue the topic.
"I, Chapter Commander Randall, and Chapter Commander Dante jointly recommend you as Lord Commander of Armageddon. I believe your appointment will come soon."
This news made Alex stunned for a while.
"The Planet Governor..."
"He is still a child, and the threat of green skins has not been completely eliminated. Therefore, during his adulthood, all military operations will be directed by you."
Alex was silent for a while and nodded.
"I will launch an expedition against the Bonecrushers."
"That is your fate, Commissar Yarick, our mission here is over."
Soshyan turned around and looked at him solemnly.
"In the future, I hope that when we meet again, I can see that you have completed your mission."
Yarick also turned around and saluted Soshyan.
"Yes, sir."
Suddenly, he thought of something, hesitated for a moment, and then said softly:
"Captain Soshyan, there is one more thing..."
"What's up?"
"There is a man named——"
Soshyan thought he had guessed what the other party was going to say, so he answered first:
"You mean the illegal psyker? He has been taken as a servant by Inquisitor Horst."
But Alex shook his head.
"I know about it, and it's a good thing for my friend, but it's not him I'm talking about."
"That is...."
"A child named Milovan."
Speaking of general, Yarick suddenly stopped. He recalled the last words of his old friend. This was not part of his plan. He planned to send the child to the home of a familiar Ministry of Interior official in a few days.
Adopted son - Some strange thoughts led him to arrange a path away from the war for the boy.
But Milovan's personality far exceeded his expectations. He was so taciturn that he actually sneaked to the Astartes recruitment office alone.
"A new recruit?"
Soshyan guessed it immediately.
But Yaric also figured it out in these ten seconds. He knew what an Astartes was and how difficult and dangerous it was to become an Astartes.
But this is Milovan's decision, his own decision.
"Perhaps this is fate... My lord, you don't need to pay attention to what I say. Normalcy is whatever it is. If he is destined to become a great warrior and be loyal to the emperor, then no one can change it.
"
Soshyan looked at him and was silent for a few seconds, then turned around and walked towards the side of the tower. On the tarmac not far away, a Thunderhawk had already warmed up its engine.
When the roar of the engine gradually sounded, Soshyan's last words drifted into Yarick's ears.
"Goodbye, Commissar Yarick."
Yarick raised his head and watched the Thunder Eagle slowly rise into the air, then accelerate towards the sky, and couldn't help but murmured: