The Emperor’s Angel of Death

UPDATE: A vicious wind blew through the boulder's hall of knights, and Azrael feared he was the only one feeling it.

Boulder Fortress is like a place where time is frozen, everything is similar to when he just served. The white paving stones remain spotlessly clean, accentuating the dark grey spiral stones that had been placed there hundreds of years ago, and which the Legion had used as a training tool to incorporate curved lines into their swordsmanship routines and training, But Reverend Sappho once claimed that its meaning is much older.

"Walk the maze every day, meditate every day."

That's how Sappho taught recruits at the time.

"Keep your eyes on the road and it will help you focus."

Azrael walked slowly and deliberately down the spiral path, his head covered by a thick black hood, his hands tucked into the sleeves of his robe, his eyes following the endless black The curved lines of the stone looked.

Then, the mind of the Supreme Teacher Zhi turned to his heart, and his heart was hit by an invisible storm.

He could feel some whispers whistling around him like a gust of wind, mysterious and gloomy.

On the way back from the Exorcism Star, Ezekiel once told him that the ether trend near Pandora suddenly became much stronger. Since the think tank curator came back, he has spent a lot of time studying this phenomenon.

But it wasn't these things that really bothered Azrael, it was that thing—

He hasn't told anyone about that yet.

Including the inner circle mentors and his most trusted advisors, no one knew that Cypher had appeared, and no one knew that the other party had changed his face.

Because the whole thing was very strange, he wasn't sure whether it would be good or bad for the Chapter to say it out. In order to chase the Fallen Angel, the Dark Angel had gone further and further.

From Azrael's own observations, the atmosphere surrounding this massive fortress seems to have become increasingly unsettling over the past hundred years.

Sometimes he occasionally wonders, are they too obsessed with the long past?

Will the rebellion of the past really destroy the 10,000 years of glory and loyalty that the Dark Angels have forged with blood?

At least the increasingly oppressive atmosphere within the Chapter seemed an ominous omen, and it had been there for a long time.

In order to find a way out for the Chapter, Azrael spent almost all his free time sifting through the vast archives in the Bastion's library, but he didn't really know what he was looking for.

Maybe just an answer.

He actually wanted to talk to others about his concerns, and more than once wanted to share his thoughts with Issappho, but the priest's serious attitude made him dismiss the idea.

But now the answer seems to come from someone who has nothing to do with it.

Thinking of this, the ghostly pressure vanished, like a candle quietly extinguished.

Azrael paused, took a deep breath, and tried to focus again.

Put another way of thinking, maybe what he lacks is actually a direction, and what that person can provide is a direction.

The young Chapter Master set his sights on the void of the dome, and although he believed Soshyan to be a noble and good warrior, Azrael owed much to his Chapter, his brothers, and especially the Emperor himself. A divine duty, he is obliged to do something, no matter who is involved, but he must be absolutely certain before taking action.

Hence this private conversation.

The ghostly wind blew again, startling him with its power.

It couldn't see or touch it, but it pushed him roughly, shaking him with its force.

Suddenly, a pale blue light filled the hall, like moonlight, but tumbling like oil.

Wild torrents swirled around him, outlined in shades of black and grey, and if he focused on them, they took on unsettling patterns.

A faint, dissonant groan filled Azrael's head now, and the strong vision startled the young Chapter Master, beginning to lose focus, but feeling more and more stronger.

Gradually, the dark, hooded figure swayed at the edge of his vision, and then a strange yet eerily familiar voice echoed in his mind.

"Don't bring the Old Gods to the heart of Caliban."

"you--"

Azrael turned to look for the source of the sound, of course he knew about these strange hooded creatures, but they rarely showed up, only at critical moments.

The Grand Master's heart was pounding, and he searched in the shadows of the courtyard for the watcher in the dark, but the blue light and the angry wind disappeared in a blink of an eye, and when his vision was clear, he found himself staring at him. A statue of the Primarch across the hall.

The Lord of the Legion also seemed to be looking at Azrael intently, and the scrutinizing eyes on the stone sculpture made him horrified.

"What do they say about the old gods?"

The Watcher's words were puzzling, and Azrael quickly controlled himself, controlling the adrenaline, lowering his breathing and heart rate with a few controls.

"What? To Caliban... Soshyan?"

Azrael immediately realized that the only outsider who would come to the Stone Fortress recently was Soshyan. Could it be that the Watcher was talking about him?

But what does the old gods mean?

It was the first time he had heard the phrase from the Watchers, the strange creatures who had their own narrative, whether it was the Warp or the galaxy, but they had never mentioned any Old Gods in the past.

However, Azrael still trusts the watchmen, and it has a lot to do with them being able to preserve the boulder as a fragment of Caliban.

After thinking about it, Azrael finally decided to change the meeting venue.

At this time, Soshyan was already on the shuttle. As a result, he received a message from Azrael on the way, and suddenly changed the meeting place to a warehouse in the orbital station.

This place doesn't seem to be very respectable, and the two are like drug dealers who carry out secret deals in the hive.

But since it was Azrael's request, Soshyan did not refuse, and directly asked the driver to turn around and head to the orbital station.

Soon, the two met in a dusty and dim warehouse full of debris.

Azrael wore a black cloak, and most of his face was hidden in the shadow of the hood, while Soshyan also wore a silver-gray cloak~www.readwn.com~ but did not wear a hood.

"Sorry, Soshyan Chapter Commander, for letting you come to such a place."

Soshyan smiled and said softly:

"I'm fine personally, but you must have encountered some difficulty, Brother Azrael."

Azrael nodded, hesitated for a moment, and took off his hood.

"Those in black armor..."

After hesitating for a moment, he said in a very low voice:

"I met."

"Oh?"

Soshyan was a little surprised, but his expression made Azrael understand that Cypher was telling the truth, that this man really knew something.

At least he must know what the black armor represents!