The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Outside the door, Sol, dressed in purple casual attire, raised an eyebrow at Caesar, who seemed stunned.

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"Apothecary Caesar, long time no see."

Caesar sighed softly and stepped aside to open the door.

"Please come in, Sergeant Sol."

Sol walked in, looked around the room, and chuckled:

"It reminds me of the early days in the training camp, Caesar. I'm curious how you managed to stay sane around those two lunatics, Fabius and Lucius."

Caesar shrugged.

"Talk less, do more."

"Ever since I met you, you've always seemed melancholic, as if you foresaw a terrible future long ago."

Caesar forced a breath through his teeth.

"Ah, or rather, maybe I didn't see anything at all."

"I'm here to confirm one thing."

Caesar wore a bitter expression.

"Amon didn't guess wrong, you would definitely come to ask... Actually, life here is pretty good, no insane Warp whispers, no stench filling my nostrils, no walking dead so-called brothers, no neurotic lunatics. Sometimes I often think, if only I wasn't a member of the Third Legion."

"Don't you know what that daemon wearing Ak'Dunnar saved you for?"

"I know."

Caesar sighed deeply.

"You all want to know where that clone is... but does it really matter? A clone is just a clone, even you, Sol, should know the real difference between them and the Primarch."

Sol simply replied coldly:

"That's my business. You just need to give me the answer."

"You should know about the Legion once losing a large batch of gene-seed."

"Yes, I know."

"This batch of gene-seed wasn't lost, it was stolen. The thief was a Necron, I don't know if you know of this being, it's called the 'Endless One'."

Sol thought for a moment and nodded slightly.

"The Wise Man mentioned this being. Its name is Trazyn, an unusually active high-ranking Necron with a strong personality and a penchant for theft. It seems the Wise Man has even met him a few times."

"It was he who stole this batch of precious, pure gene-seed. Eidolon wanted to restore the Legion's dwindling numbers, so he sent Fabius to retrieve this batch of gene-seed, and sent Flavius Alkaneus to supervise... Alkaneus sometimes mentions you and Solomon."

Sol closed his eyes, a layer of melancholy similar to Caesar's seemed to cover him.

After a moment, he sighed softly and opened his eyes.

"Alkaneus is a noble and pure swordsman, he shouldn't be associating with the fallen."

"People often have no choice."

"Then what?"

"Then I don't know what happened, but Alkaneus and his men disappeared, and Fabius returned with the gene-seed. I believe even the simplest logic can deduce what happened."

"Trazyn..."

"I have to remind you, you should also know Fabius's personality. For him to obtain his target through exchange rather than plunder, you can imagine that Necron is not easy to deal with."

"Of course, he's not easy to deal with. He can even be said to be the most troublesome Necron Overlord."

An abrupt voice sounded, and the two turned their heads to see Amon standing outside the half-open door, looking at them with a smile.

Then, Amon gently tapped the door frame with his finger, as if to make up for not knocking earlier.

"The door wasn't locked. I only found out you were here when I opened it, Sol. I hope I didn't interrupt your conversation."

Sol looked at him and said calmly:

"So, did you come to find Caesar, or did you come to find me?"

"It makes no difference."

Saying that, Amon walked in and closed the door behind him.

"Originally, I wanted to talk to Caesar about something, but it's no problem that you're here, Sol."

Then he looked at Caesar.

"Soch wants you to accompany him."

Caesar nodded.

"I know."

"I hope you can understand, out of concern for possible attacks by the Third Legion, he can't leave you in the Chapter Monastery-Fortress. He has always been worried about Fulgrim's revenge."

"I could foresee that."

"It can't be ruled out that he might want to use you as bait to lure Fabius out."

Hearing this, Sol's eyebrows twitched slightly, but he didn't speak.

Amon continued to smile:

"Now, this Chapter Master's thoughts are becoming increasingly difficult to guess."

Caesar shook his head.

"Fabius isn't that easily fooled."

At this time, Amon turned to Sol.

"Your idea is bold and dangerous, but I admire it. But Sol, do you think that group of people, or rather that person, can help you accomplish it?"

"My affairs are none of your concern."

Sol said as he was about to turn around and leave, but just as his hand gripped the doorknob, Amon's light words sounded from behind.

"If you really follow Macardo's idea, the Imperium won't need Primarchs in the future. You should know better than anyone that the Great Heresy has already disappointed him with all the Primarchs. Although I don't know what his specific plan is, I can still guess a little bit, so I don't think you need to pin your hopes on his mercy."

Sol turned to look at him.

"Don't be so clever."

"Ha, how should I put it... I might know Fulgrim better than you. Isn't what you want to do take something from him? Presumably, this is also the method Macardo told you, to turn a fake into the real thing... so I said you are very bold, but it is almost impossible, especially with that person."

"What do you want to say?"

"Your goal is clear. Only Soch can achieve it. You don't need to work for that person anymore. What he wants is never an era of Primarchs. You should join us."

"Us?"

Amon spread his hands and looked at Caesar.

"Yes, us, the new Legion of the future. Isn't that great?"

"You're dreaming again, Amon. Wasn't the lesson brought to you by the destruction of the first dream enough? Do you think Soch will tolerate you doing such childish things?"

Amon shrugged.

"I never thought so. He is the one who controls my life and death. I am very clear about this, but in the future, his height may be very, very high, and there will always be someone who can handle all kinds of things that he doesn't need to handle personally. A brand new Third Legion is a great help, a Legion composed of great swordsmen, isn't it? You can also fulfill your wish."

After listening, Sol was silent at first, then suddenly shook his head and laughed.

"Amon, you still don't know why you failed, and you will never be the master of your own destiny."

After saying that, he opened the door and walked out.

After a long while, Caesar said blankly:

"What is Sol going to do?"

"Caesar, have you become stupid? He wants to create Fulgrim's clone, and then take a part of Fulgrim's essential power and stuff it into the clone, turning him from a fake into the real thing."

"Ah!?"

Caesar's eyes widened instantly.

"How is that possible?"

"It is impossible."

Amon said meaningfully in a low voice:

"But there really is a power that can do it... a power that is enough to surpass God."

After preparing for a day and arranging most of the affairs, Soch left the Nason System with the 1st and 9th Companies, as well as Kayan, Amon, and the Thousand Minds, heading to the Brakato System.