The Emperor’s Angel of Death

When he returned to Naysan IV, reports from all sides had already converged, but knowing it was a powerful dynasty, Soshjan realized that more troops were needed, so he ordered the 3rd Company stationed at Victory's Scar to return, and at the same time, Grea also sent a reply, agreeing to provide support to the Star Knights, but only a small detachment of 12 Titans, but Titans were better than nothing, and Soshjan had nothing to complain about.

After roughly estimating the number of transport ships on hand, Soshjan planned to take 4 million auxiliary troops with him, with subsequent troops to be transferred in batches as needed.

However, just as Soshjan was actively preparing for the expedition, an unexpected guest arrived at Naysan IV.

".Passing through the atmosphere."

Listening to the monotonous mechanical sound in his ear, he sat quietly in the trembling darkness, restraints holding him in place, the crimson warning light the only source of light in the shuttle's cabin, and as the shuttle trembled, some of its equipment seemed to be banging, the sound of the hull rubbing against the atmosphere.

During this process, he quietly rotated the rose beads in his hand, seemingly praying, or simply meditating.

After a few minutes, the trembling disappeared.

".Approaching the landing pad."

Two minutes later, the shuttle jolted gently, and he heard the hiss of steam and the sound of pistons.

He undid the straps, stood up, picked up a thick book placed beside him, chained it to his waist, and walked out along the lowered ramp.

This was a natural world, with a suitable temperature and not too many industrial traces in the air, similar to Macragge in every way, but too much incense and oil smell ruined this, especially that unique sacred oil, which was usually used on the power armor of the Astartes.

"Hello, the Chapter Master is already waiting, please come with me? Do you need an attendant to assist you?"

Hearing this gentle voice, he guessed that the other party should be only in his thirties, a strong male, probably a Chapter serf, and judging from the slightly intense soul fire of the other party, his spirit was also very active, unlike most serfs he had seen who were gloomy and silent, so his status should not be low.

"No need, I'll just follow you."

"Very well, there are stairs ahead, please watch your step."

Although he said that, the other party still arranged for two servo-skulls to follow him, reminding him at any time.

This was a large fortress, but its scale was still not comparable to the Fortress of Hera on Macragge. Walking through it, the sound of footsteps echoed several times in the arcades and domes. He could feel the various curious gazes and faint whispers around him, even though they might be hundreds of meters away from him.

He walked a long way in the middle. Apart from the various smells and sounds that he was very familiar with, the most surprising thing was the unique plant fragrance and floral scent, which was not common in a Chapter monastery fortress. Space Marines often neglected greening or natural decoration, which might show that the owner here had some unusual style and taste.

Finally, after walking for about twenty minutes, he arrived in an elevator and felt that it was going up.

After walking for nearly half an hour more, he finally arrived at his destination, a hall that should be very spacious, with a high dome and many pillars, which should be one of the main halls of the fortress.

But strangely, there was no one else here. He only felt one presence, but it was this presence that stirred up huge waves in his always calm heart.

Yes, his eyes had been burned out in the ritual, but he had extremely keen senses and a unique soul vision, allowing him to see things invisible to mortal eyes, some fascinating, but most would drive him mad, but he had the power to fight against these, but when he saw the only presence in the hall, he felt as if he was staring at a burning black sun.

Star Speakers have all had the experience of looking directly into the Warp, and he was no exception, because the final stage of a Star Speaker's psychic communication is projection, which requires them to throw their thought signals into the Warp. To do this, Star Speakers need to open the door of their hearts and face the Warp directly. This behavior is very dangerous and can easily lead to madness, demonic possession, or even death.

In his fifty years of working in this position, he had encountered many dangers, seen countless terrifying or magnificent Warp entities and souls, and also seen the dazzling light projected by those powerful psychics, including Astartes Librarians, such as Ezekiel of the Dark Angels, or Varro of the Ultramarines. Their existences were all radiant, but today he realized the meaning of the saying "How dare the light of fireflies compete with the sun and moon" for the first time.

But the problem is, he had never heard that this Chapter Master was a psychic, how could he have such a dazzling soul!?

Even Chapter Master Calgar was just a slightly warm ball of fire in his eyes.

And it was a bit too strange for an Astartes to show this kind of "characteristic", a black sun.

"Ugh—"

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his forehead, as if a needle was really stuck in his brain, causing him to cry out in pain and subconsciously retreat.

Untouchable.

Was the other party so worried about himself? They even arranged Untouchables around him.

"Consul Iliyan Nastase, you've come all this way, do you still need to hide under a hood?"

Soshjan, standing on the steps, began to walk. He didn't hide his power, just wanting to test the other party's depth. As early as when he returned from Commorragh, Veronica had reminded him that using the power of the Gray Matter would make his soul appear very special, and some particularly powerful psychics would see things.

There was no doubt that this mixed-blood Star Speaker's psychic level was very high, but he hid it very well.

When Soshjan restrained the Gray Matter, the stinging sensation disappeared, and hearing that deep and slightly smiling voice, the visitor raised his hand and took off his hood, then bowed.

"Greetings to you, Chapter Master Soshjan Alexsey of the Star Knights, I am here on behalf of the Terra Star Speaker Hall to serve you and your Chapter."

Iliyan's voice still carried the hoarseness left by the stinging pain, as well as some dissatisfaction.

But he also discovered a strange thing, that black sun disappeared, leaving only a bright silver fire.

That's right.

Could it be that the illusion was caused by the interference of the Untouchables just now?

"Sorry, it's just that someone reminded me that your identity might be a bit special."

As he spoke, Soshjan's gaze swept across the other party's face. He was generally no different from a human, his chin was slightly sharper, and his eyes weren't that slender, but his lifeless false eyes made them look a bit strange. His skin was also relatively pale, but not as delicate as a typical Eldar, and his ears were a bit pointed, but not that long.