The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Hearing Soshyan's question, Talos sniffed, picked up the cigar, took another breath, and then said:

"How can I put it... It was an undeniable fact that the Fourteenth Legion was marginalized during the Great Crusade, anyway, when I was serving, it was rare to hear the narrators compiling their stories, and the other One such treatment is the Fifth Legion, and Khan and Mortarion are the only two Primarchs whose expeditions are not known to the majority of the Empire's populace."

"Why is that so?"

"Then you have to ask the Emperor and Malcador, but there is an interesting secret... This matter is not a secret, most people know that it is Mortarion and Horus. The promotion of Warmaster is actually quite critical. Although he agrees that Horus is the best candidate, he believes that the Emperor's establishment of the position of Warmaster was a wrong decision. Mortarion has publicly stated to his sons that if If the Emperor withdraws from the Great Crusade and appoints Horus as his spokesman, there will be many conflicts between the Primarchs."

"Ha, it seems that he is right."

Having said that, the two of them did not continue to talk, but picked up the cup and gently touched it, silently drinking the liquid that would not make them intoxicated at all.

As a burst of strong light suddenly pierced through the observation window, the fog around the two changed slightly, which was a signal that a new ship had entered the port.

After a while, Soshyan suddenly said:

"Talos, Kayan said the Haemonculi might have a way to heal you, I...I still want to try."

"I reject."

"You seem to resist them?"

"Because I've seen them do something worse and crazier than slaughter, that time we smashed an Emperor's Children Warband stronghold in the shadow node, and then we went in and found a haemophile, And some unfortunate guys who were strapped to those machines...can you imagine a warrior like the charr throwing up and even having nightmares for a few nights after that."

"So exaggerated."

"So I smashed those things, and after that, I hated all pointy ears."

Soshyan raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

After two minutes of silence, Soshyan put down the empty glass and stopped the servant from continuing to pour.

"I will heal you no matter what. Whether you like it or not, a warrior can't die in pain from a disease. If you keep resisting treatment, then I will knock you out and let Veronica find a way to fix you."

Talos smiled coldly and took another gulp.

"Soshyan, you're really inspiring, you know that?"

"I've always been like that."

Just as the two were talking, a crew member suddenly came over.

"My lord, just now one of our servitors who was out cleaning the hull was attacked. The enemy pierced it with a dagger and left this behind."

With that said, the crew placed a metal badge on the table, bowed and left.

Soshyan picked it up and took a look, his face suddenly tense.

At this time, there was a leaf-shaped brooch. If he remembered correctly, Veronica had this one—

Taking another look, Soshyan noticed that the back of the brooch was engraved with a few characters with a sharp object.

"Talos, do you understand?"

"I see..."

Talos took it and looked at it for a while, then said:

"It seems to be a coordinate."

With that said, he took down the smart map he had exchanged from the Dark Eldar, and quickly found the coordinates.

"Here, it's only two kilometers away from us."

Soshyan stood up immediately, but was immediately held down by Talos.

"You're not afraid that this is a trap? Think about it, who sent it, and for what purpose?"

Soshyan shook his head.

"If it's a trap, then the other party should be more obvious, not just that. It's impossible for the other party to think of things we can think of."

Then he lowered his voice.

"Didn't you say that we have to have a backup? Maybe this is an opportunity. Even if the other party is hostile, at least we can determine who the enemy is."

Talos thought for a while and nodded.

"Yes, your idea is right, then let's go."

After putting on their equipment, the two quickly left the Lost Words.

Again, instead of taking the previous route, they chose another, closer but more unfamiliar route.

They encountered no trouble along the way. At a crossroads, Talos followed the map to turn from an alley into a dead end.

"Sword Comes"

Here, the two ascend a rusted metal staircase into a flat passage that winds its way between two crumbling stone walls.

The surrounding windows were closed, and the high-speed traffic overhead and the din of the crowd below were still there, but much less loud.

The two moved forward cautiously, leaning toward the side of the wall, before climbing up another metal ladder—for a split second, Soshyan felt the metal ladder nearly disintegrate under his weight, but eventually it held up.

According to the map, the two finally arrived at the roof of a square building~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This seems to be a warehouse.

Soshyan walked to the railing on the far side of the platform and looked out to see a patchwork of landscapes with overlapping roofs, walkways, and hidden courtyards. The roof was high walls on three sides, and only one was vacant. Very hidden.

"You are here."

Suddenly, a cold voice made Soshyan and Talos draw their weapons at the same time and turned around.

Suddenly, a slender figure appeared ten meters behind them.

She was wrapped in a black veil, and so was her face, but judging from the vaguely undulating curves and voice, she should be a woman.

"It's very smart. I know that if you change your identity to Comoros, almost no one will think of you."

Her Gothic isn't standard, but it's still audible.

Soshyan stared at each other vigilantly, but the weapon in his hand had fallen.

"You brought us here? You seem to know who I am?"

"Soshyan Arikas, I won't apologize if it's not accurate, after all, your low-level language is a bit difficult for me."

After speaking, the man stopped talking nonsense, and suddenly there was a white letter in his right hand, and then with a flick of his finger, the letter came straight to Soshyang's head like a dart.

Before meeting him, Soshyan grabbed the letter and smelled the familiar smell for the first time.

Then he hung the weapon back on his waist and opened the envelope.

"You stupid idiot!"

The first line I saw was a few words that were specially capitalized, which made Soshyan smile wryly—

He had been able to determine that it was indeed written by Veronica.

But when he saw the content below, the smile on his face disappeared. (To be continued)