The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Soshyan and Taila's special envoy came to a small room inside the side door of the intelligence room.

After the door was closed, Feisal let out a long sigh and said:

"Sushiyan Chapter Commander is a good idea, I can't think of it anyway, this kind of disgraceful plan is something that an Astartes can come up with... But you really don't know what the Minotaur Chapter represents? ? You won't do any good."

Soshyan turned around, looked at the eagle emblem on the wall, and said slowly:

"I am responsible only to the Emperor, and it is my duty to destroy the enemies of the Empire, whether external or... internal."

"Well, I have to admit that you have made good use of Asterion's shortcomings. I'm afraid normal people should have noticed something was wrong when they came in, but he, or the Minotaur war group, was in the presence of the high lords. Blessing has been spoiled, a little too arrogant, subconsciously they don't believe that any force in the empire dares to attack them, it stands to reason that when he can break in alone like this, he should be aware of something wrong.... ..”

After the initial confusion, Feisal's clever mind had basically sketched out the original appearance of the whole thing. In fact, he was also curious when he came in, why only two warriors wearing the most ordinary power armor were sent to guard against so many terminators around. Outside the door, there was no further thought.

Therefore, he further deduced that Suoshyan really didn't intend to do anything to Minotaur, but just took the other party as a "hostage" to negotiate with him.

That is to say, the other party will not really kill Asterion no matter what, but at least he can do it just by being imprisoned. With this matter completely knocked down, everyone will see his powerlessness.

"...or in other words, when you see that there are only two people outside the door and they are not terminators, you should realize that this is a trap, but he is too arrogant and arrogant. You can be the commander of the expeditionary force. I suddenly Realized there might be another reason."

With that said, Feisal paused.

"But it's not without benefits. At least this may be a very valuable lesson for Asterion. What do you want?"

"I just want this expedition to go smoothly."

After a moment of silence, Feisal pursed his lips and said softly:

"But I will report your words and deeds to Terra truthfully, including everything you have said now."

"You are free, you are a special envoy, no one can interfere with you."

"Then is there any more?"

"The Minotaur battle group must obey my command and join the battle sequence, at least during the expedition."

"You have treated him like this, and you still want to command him?"

"There is no conflict between the two, you don't know the Astartes well enough."

"Okay, I see, how long do you think it will take to end this expedition?"

"Finish?"

Soshyan captured some of that information.

"Is the High Lord Council getting impatient?"

"The route of the maelstrom is very important. For the solar star field, long-term chaos is unacceptable. The expedition was launched because the red pirates caused too much chaos, but now the red pirates have suffered a major blow. Instead of creating chaos Became an expeditionary force... Can you understand me when I say this?"

Soshyan showed a bitter smile after listening.

"Is it about cold trade?"

Hearing that very uncommon word from the other party, Feisal nodded slightly. It was obvious that Soshyan was not ignorant, which was a good thing at the moment.

The so-called cold trade is a gray area exclusive to the upper echelons of the empire.

The human empire strictly forbids any citizen to communicate with the alien race. The alien is hated and condemned on the pulpit of the empire, which is exactly the same as the strong hatred for wizards, mutants and demons. For the empire, the existence of the alien is for They were destroyed for the fundamental sin that prevented mankind from establishing dominion over the universe.

However, this is an oversimplification of the matter, because in these broad generalizations hide many small exceptions, dark deals, and subtle realities, and there will always be some people who, because of opportunism , greed, or pure interest in dealing with alien civilizations, making alien artificial products, antiques, knowledge, science, and even dangerous alien creatures have a market among the upper echelons of the empire, so the "cold civilization" is derived. Trade", which lies deep in the gray area of ​​Imperial law, and while there are many goods and products that are outright illegal, there are many that are not, and the breadth and scale of the galaxy itself makes it impossible for even the Inquisition to judge every item, Classification and banning of equipment or goods, regardless of whether they were manufactured by non-human races.

But in reality, this trade is only known and exploited by very few people, because only the very rich and powerful can afford these things, and because of their status, they can avoid being accused of being "foreigners" or "traitors" responsibility, and to be free from the suspicion and wrath of a mass indoctrinated with hatred and fear of xenomorphs.

Cold trade originates from relatively marginal galaxies, such as the Calixis sector, but they often have huge and long trading networks, and the sacred Terra is a very critical trading destination, because it gathers the most powerful empires there. A group of people, their desires and needs are extremely huge, and they can also bring the greatest profits.

In fact, even the red pirates may get involved in the cold trade chain. Over the years of the expedition, the expeditionary force has seized a large number of smuggling ships from unknown areas. Their hands and feet are very clean, and almost no employers can be found. Buyers, but without exception, all lead to the solar star field, which is supposed to be the safest and purest territory for human beings.

And those smuggling ships, or ships with legal trade certificates, carried everything from witchcraft props contaminated with the evil power of chaos to slaves transformed with special alien technology, and even slaves from the Comoros. Aberrant addictive drugs.

Who is their master?

The legal department can't find it, and it can't.

Does the Inquisition know?

Probably knew, and probably knew very early on.

After all, among these goods, some orders are likely to come from the Tribunal. The law enforcement marshal of the Ministry of Justice once told Suoshyan that the three major Tribunals often have greater demand for alien creations and heretical items than the dignitaries. Yet they can put on the cloak of perfectly legal and go on to brand others as heretics.

And this is just the tip of the iceberg of the empire's schizophrenic endless self-contradictions.

After withdrawing his thoughts, Suoshyan sighed softly and said:

"Sacrificing so many lives, just for this... But we still hope to completely solve the problem of the red pirates, or the threat of the maelstrom. These costs may be worth it, compared to a completely For the stable maelstrom."

After a moment of silence, Feisal nodded.

"I understand what you mean, and I will convey it, but neither you nor I can decide on this matter, and Asterion has his own mission, even if he accepts your command, this mission will not Change."

"Each Astartes has a mission, and I can accept that."

"Special Envoy Faisal, I am curious about one thing. Are you trying to revise the policies I made for various purposes?"

Feisal replied with a wry smile:

"At least I have to let the adults above know that I have done something after I came here, and no one will say anything even if I can't do it."

Suoshyan nodded suddenly, and didn't continue to ask questions.

Then the two walked out of the secret room tacitly, and Soshyan let Asterion go~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Feisal took the other party to a corner of the intelligence room, and the two chatted alone for less than two minutes Within minutes, Asterion's expression could be seen to change visible to the naked eye, first angry, then unwilling, and finally indifferent.

In fact, Soshyan was also betting that the Chapter Master would obey the authority of the Terra Envoy.

The facts did not disappoint him.

When Asterion returned with one leg dragging, the sullenness in his eyes did not disappear, but he still hammered his chest and said to Soshyan:

"The Minotaur battle group will join the battle order of the Maelstrom Expeditionary Force, Your Excellency the Supreme Lord Commander."

Under everyone's surprised gaze, Soshyan took Asterion's helmet from Mark with a smile and handed it to him.

"Since you are willing to prove yourself in battle, then this matter will not be pursued anymore. I hope you and your battle group can really fight for the emperor."

Asterion snatched the helmet, put it on with a cold snort, then pushed away the people around him and dragged away.