The Death Knell

"Pastor? Please sit down."

Su Ming smiled and asked the Dark Angel's priest to sit down and talk, although the stone bench was not even ankle high for a Space Marine.

He had always known that the priest was hiding in the corridor outside, because Strangler smelled darkness, and his conversation with the wild wolf was nothing shameful.

There is naturally another smart way to deal with smart people.

The Dark Angels' style is to 'hide'. Their Primarch, Leon Jonson, lacks a bat uniform. His behavior is almost the same as Batman's. He has a plan in mind, but never explains it, burying all his emotions and thoughts deep in his heart. .

The transmission of genes resulted in the members of his war group being very similar to him, and they were particularly good at sneaking.

Don't ask how you can sneak while wearing half a ton of power armor. This is where the genius of gene seeds lies, turning the impossible into possible.

Su Ming also knew that if he did not reveal some information that could be regarded as a 'secret' by the angels, the priest would not completely believe his words. Perhaps the skull face had already suspected that the missing person was killed by him.

But strangulation leaves no evidence, and suspicion cannot convict.

"I am Ophis, Chaplain of the First Chapter, and I need answers."

He sat down, and the company champion was already guarding the door outside, with many checkpoints posted outside.

The priest who was talking took off his skull helmet at the same time, revealing a big black bald head. He was a black man with thick lips and angular muscles on his face. A large piece of skin was missing from the right corner of his forehead, and he could only Use several service nails and an implanted steel plate to stretch the surrounding skin.

"You are smart people. I should also tell you the truth. I have shown my hand. Yes, I am one of the Primarchs. I was created by the Emperor in the subspace. The unknown 21st Primarch. I am awakening. I will be observing you, my brothers, for the next ten thousand years."

Su Ming looked seriously into the pastor's eyes with a solemn expression.

"!!!" Ophis was shocked at first, and then showed a suspicious expression: "Impossible, there has never been a record showing that there are 21 Primarchs!"

"If there is such a record, do you think the traitors will know about it?" Su Ming asked a question and said in the shocked and enlightened eyes of the other party: "A great emperor has already foreseen the future of the traitors. His actions, and I am the weapon he left behind to deal with the enemies of mankind. If the traitor knows about it, how can it become a secret? "

The priest tightened his grip on his ax and even raised it:

"This is impossible. If he had foreseen everything, how could he have allowed the great rebellion to happen?! You are lying to me!"

"No, in fact, you have already believed it, and now you are just afraid of the truth! My brother, the father is the cold sun. He is indeed selfless, but humans are also his children. The father will always protect the children under his wings. Don’t you let them grow independently? Many times danger is always accompanied by opportunities, and growth is always accompanied by labor pains. Do you still remember the pain when you accepted the gene seeds and transformation rituals? Does it make you stronger later?”

The mercenary turned a blind eye to the raised ax and just drank his wine calmly.

But why is the nun next to her with bread in her mouth also looking shocked? These words were not meant for her, why did she take them seriously?

Sure enough, the priest put down the ax. He thought seriously. After a while, he pushed away the guard at the door and whispered:

"I need more direct proof."

"You have already seen my battles, and I will show more strength in the future, which is enough to prove my identity. However, in order to make it easier for you to understand, you can call your sensible medical officer to extract my flesh and blood now. Decode my genes and verify whether I am human."

Su Ming took off his gauntlet, handed the small palm to the priest, and slapped it in front of him.

The priest was not polite and immediately called the medical officer who was also a member of the inner circle. The huge syringe sucked out several kilograms of Su Ming's blood, and then hurriedly analyzed it with the biochemical device that came with the medical armor.

Everyone in silence was waiting for the results, and a few minutes later, the medical officer knelt down on one knee and whispered to the priest the results.

Deathstroke is 100% pure human, without any genetic alienation, no mutations affected by Chaos, no infection from the Zerg, and no psychic phenomena from the Eldar.

It was uncanny in the chaos of the galaxy, a purity so pure that it might only be found in the body of the Emperor.

In addition, the cell activity of Deathstroke and the power contained in it far exceed that of Space Marines in all aspects, hundreds of times or even more.

And his genes even share some of the same spirals as the Dark Angel's gene seeds, which are traces of the Emperor's creation. The more differences are indistinguishable, but they are almost certainly the source of his extraordinary strength.

Orpheus discovers a great secret about the Emperor's past plans and the Primarchs' chess game.

He was speechless because the darkness was too heavy.

The big double-headed eagle ax was put away. He covered his head, as if enduring a headache. After rubbing his face with his iron hand, he asked again:

"If you are really one of the Primarchs, why are you so small?"

"Haha, if I look just like other Primarchs, do you think the traitors won't notice?" Su Ming put away his hand and strangled well.

At the same time, he found a group of people to blame, and after throwing the blame, no one could go to the Chaos Evil Gods to confirm.

The Emperor naturally knew the truth, but Deathstroke would not go with the Space Marines to see the All-Father. He was going to make a profit and leave.

"Why did you appear in this world of death? What is your purpose?" the black priest asked again.

Su Ming pushed the wine bottle in front of the priest: "What is the purpose of Guilliman's new expedition? My purpose is very similar. They are all to spread the glory of the Emperor and repair the shaky empire."

Ophis did not accept the drink. He had no intention or habit of drinking at all. He asked somewhat gloomily: "You said you have been monitoring human beings for thousands of years. How much do you know about us?"

"What are you referring to? Leon's whereabouts? Luther's changes? The existence of the Inner Circle?"

Su Ming smiled and swung his wine glass. Although he only knew a little bit about these secrets, it was enough to tell a little bit about them. The pastor would figure it out:

"Give me a specific topic, and you will find that you have no secrets in the eyes of the All-Father, and he told me that you are faithful. This is why I tell you everything. You are blessed."

In fact, their biggest secret is that a rebellion broke out within the Dark Angels back then. Although the loyalists defeated the brothers who turned to Chaos in the end, the rebellion did happen and it is an indisputable fact.

This kind of behavior is undoubtedly filthy and shameful. It is a secret that must be strictly guarded. No one from the outside world can know that more than half of the war group has turned traitors.

In order to hunt down the surviving traitors, the Dark Angels selected absolutely loyal and courageous elites from the legion to form an inner ring, which is, to put it bluntly, a secret organization.

The vast majority of ordinary Space Marines in the regiment do not even know anything about the past. Even those gene seeds that experienced the period of rebellion have undergone surgery to delete their memory inheritance.

Ophis is one of the members of the inner circle. Their idea is that as long as all the traitors are killed, no one will know about the betrayal, and the First Legion can accept the praise of mankind without shame.

It's not like today, always feeling guilty, because the sins of the brothers in the past have not been washed away with blood!

The pastor has no problem anymore, or his problem has been buried by the overwhelming shock. Now he just wants to contact the great mentor and have a meeting with the inner circle to study how to solve this problem.

But Su Ming has already thought of everything for him. There is no need for any troublesome solution, just a transaction.

"Orpheus, my brother, don't be afraid, and there is no need to panic. I swear in the name of the emperor that I will keep your secrets, and I can even join the inner circle as a non-staff. You just need to listen to what I have to say now. conditions of"