The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 Soshyang had already left the grip of the gun, but after hearing Saul's words, he held it again.

　　 But to his surprise, Brother Said generously admitted.

　　 "Yes, we are not actually a subgroup of Empire Fist."

　　 Then, he turned to questioning:

　　 "But Captain Sol, you are not as you claim, have been drifting in the subspace, right?"

　　 Thor let out a long sigh of relief.

　　 He didn't speak, he didn't say anything.

　　 At this time, Brother Said motioned for Soshyan to walk to the lectern behind him, and stretched out his hand to take out a fist-sized bright copper ball from the crypt under the lectern.

　　 Then Soshyan placed it in the middle of the low table between them.

　　 Thor raised his eyebrows at the old-fashioned holographic projection device, he took a step forward, and the power nail joints were humming low.

　　 Before he stretched out his hand, Brother Said said:

"Captain Sol, we do not know each other. This encounter may or may not be accidental, but it is not important. You can leave and go anywhere, or you can look at this and get what you are looking for. answer……"

　　 Thor raised his head.

　　 "Then why give it to me?"

　　 "Why."

　　 Brother Said's tone made this remark.

　　 "For the emperor."

　　 Thor looked at the iron coffin of Brother Said, those dark eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the thick metal plate and meet the person inside.

　　 "This is not the answer."

　　 "I guess you want to ask, will knowing the truth make you lose your life?"

　　 Sol did not respond.

　　 "Then let me ask you, Sol Taviz, if you were to die on this ship... would you care?"

　　 Ten company commander retracted his hand, he took a deep look at the copper ball, and then turned his gaze to the surrounding bookshelves.

　　 "Can I see these."

"of course."

　　 Soshyan guided Sol to the contents of the bookshelf, and the other party was mainly concerned with materials on the history of the empire.

In the 　　 archives, in addition to the history of the battle group, the most important thing is the historical archives of the empire. As an interstellar warrior, before undergoing transformation, he may have any identity.

　　The gangsters of the bottom nest capital, the barbarians of the primitive world, or the miners of the forging world...

　　Because of the empire’s blockade attitude towards knowledge, most people, except for those who have studied at aristocratic colleges like Soshyan, have very vague attitudes towards the empire, let alone the complex and long history of the empire.

　　 So after becoming interstellar warriors, they must learn a "cultural course", the most important of which is to be familiar with the history of the empire.

As the Star Knights were created very early, the history of the empire compiled within the battle group was more real and detailed than most empire bureaucracies or academies. With the help of Servo Skull, Thor quickly collected a lot. file.

　　 "Captain Soshyan, can you give me a separate room."

　　 Holding a bundle of sheepskin scrolls in his arms, Sol made a sincere request to the owner of this battleship.

"of course."

　　 Soshyang then recruited a servant and asked him to take Sol to an independent star warrior cabin, the upper deck of the Starfire. There were a lot of such rooms. After all, they only had more than twenty people and didn't need much space.

　　 "Thank you very much."

　　 After the opponent nodded gratefully at him, he followed the team servants and left the archives.

　　 When the door closed again, Thor turned to Brother Said.

　　 "Sir, I don't quite understand."

"what."

　　 "Why do you trust him so much."

　　 "Who to trust."

　　 "Sol Taviz."

　　 In the next second, the unique, shriveled laughter sounded from the fearless speakers again.

　　 "Hehehe, he? He's not Sol Taviz."

"what!?"

　　 Soshyang's eyes widened in astonishment. He didn't expect that the person who had been talking for so long was a fake.

　　 "Then you..."

　　 But then, Brother Said's words made him realize that he had guessed wrong.

"Sol Taviz has long since died in the flames of Eastvan III. This is just a vengeful soul enclosing his body. Ten thousand years of hatred and ten thousand years of obsession have long twisted him into A terrible monster, he is no longer the tenth company commander, nor the lord of the dead eagle."

　　 Seeing Soshyang still look puzzled, Brother Said let out a long sigh.

　　 "Soshyan, do you think Astarte is really immortal?"

　　 "Hmm... the emperor has given us nearly immortal life, at least for now, there is no example of Astarte declining and dying."

"Yes, our body is so tough, but did you know that Astarte's heart has a lifespan? The long time will kill our heart a little bit, and every battle will make us more Numbness, we will gradually lose the desire to survive, and when the void in our hearts gradually enlarges, death becomes the only motivation."

"This……"

　　 The young Soshyan could not imagine the terrible years.

"Loyalty, vows, beliefs, these are not worth the exhaustion of years. The only things that can support an Astarte for ten thousand years are obsession and hatred. That is extremely terrifying and extremely pure power. Such a person, except for him Whatever he asks for, he will never do what he wants."

　　 Brother Said stepped forward and held the brass ball in his palm with his big hand.

　　 "This is the reason why I choose to trust him~www.wuxiaspot.com~ because I know that his heart is already filled with another thing, and there will never be a trace of turning back."

　　 "Even if he has not fallen."

　　 Soshyang glanced at the lectern, the secret hidden under it, and he was very upset until now.

　　 "...It is also possible to leak our secrets."

　　 "Don't worry, he has nowhere to go."

　　 "Sir, do you mean..."

　　 "You are all too young, and the road ahead is extremely difficult and dangerous, but I can't accompany you anytime and anywhere in the fight, he will be a good guide."

　　 The idea of ​​recruiting a veteran from ten thousand years ago makes Soshyang feel very strange.

　　 Besides, will the other party agree?

　　 Seemingly aware of Soshyan's thoughts, Brother Said waved his arm.

　　 "You don't have to think too much, he will naturally come to us in two days, and everything will be clear by then."

　　 As he said, Brother Said took heavy steps, walked behind the lectern, pressed a secret switch, and then the ground under his feet began to sink slowly.

　　 At this time, Soshyang seemed to think of something, and suddenly asked loudly:

　　 "Brother Said, what is it that has supported you for ten thousand years, is it hatred?"

　　 The Brother Said who slowly sank to the ground did not reply.

　　 There was no ghostly whisper from the speaker until most of his body sank to the ground.

　　 "No."

"what is that?"

　　 "Regret."

　　 Soshyang chewed the word.

　　 "Regret..."

　　 "I have failed to be faithful."

　　 clicked, the gap on the ground closed, and Soshyang stood alone in the silent archive room, with mixed feelings in his heart.