Conrad Coetze silently flipped through the paper in front of him, his expression serious.

He wouldn't say he enjoyed the 'reading' experience, and flipping through so many paper documents with his own hands only made him miss Robert Killyman's new datapads even more.

And, in reality, most of the documents sent by the Ministry of Military Affairs and the Ministry of Government Affairs are useless data stacks. Their person in charge said that they would provide any help, but so far, the help they have provided has been of little use at all.

Koz frowned, wondering why these two important departments on Divine Terra were still using handwritten archives - didn't they have an array of contemplatives?

The Lord of the Eighth Legion put down the papers in his hand, raised his hand and pressed his temple.

The soft touch he felt in a trance, which he often did when he was tired. Either press the eyebrows or just the temples. Either way, he was unaware of his body temperature and the dimpling of skin that a normal person might have.

He had no temperature, he was cold, and his face was pale, and in that sense, Coates would be more than willing to call himself a dead man.

He smiled at this twisted sense of humor that he didn't easily express, and then briefly let go of the suppression of his prophetic powers.

A veil as light as a mist wafted from the other side of the darkness and wrapped around his eyes, changing everything. Once again, he saw a group of shadows dressed in midnight armor.

They walked like ghosts through the shattered galaxy, silent and full of rage. The curse and blood of their enemies are everywhere, and they have become close friends with death.

Of course he could see it, why couldn't he see it?

He has a cursed gift that allows him to see many vague images that are plausible. The Emperor gave it to him, and Coates was not grateful for it.

Using this talent is like walking down a gloomy forest path unarmed and unclothed, and you never know what lurks in the dark. Is it a painful poisonous insect or a hungry beast?

Conrad Coetzes opened his eyes, not going to look any further. He didn't know where the Great Expedition would lead humanity, but he believed it was man-made.

Lowering his head, he began to continue flipping through the papers.

The energy and time he had expended lived up to him, and after an hour and forty-three minutes, when the sky outside the window had gradually turned into a kind of misty darkness, Coz finally found something interesting in the turbulence of data.

He picked up the piece of paper, his brow furrowed. The room was eerily quiet for a moment, except for the sound of the original body's calm breathing.

We must put this investigation into the Dark Angels on hold indefinitely, they are not restricted by law, and they are not subject to anyone but the Emperor or the Sealman, and our investigation is not supported by the Ministry of War. I understand the confusion and anger of my colleagues about the death of Captain Roderig, but we are no longer in a position to continue the investigation. ”

"The Dark Angels have already sent three warnings, and I'm sure they won't send a fourth. As your superiors, I order you to put aside any investigation into the death of Captain Rodriger from now on, and to seal all relevant information and hand it over to me, without allowing any copies to be kept, and violators will be punished for treason. ”

But, as an Imperial soldier, as one of your comrades, I am equally saddened by the death of Captain Roderig. I assure you that as soon as the fighting stops, I will immediately submit all the information to the higher authorities, and urge my superiors to start reopening the investigation. ”

"Corruption in the solar system is not yet apparent, but I know what the officers and governors are doing in the far rest of the world. It is impossible for the Palm Seal to ignore this matter, and he will definitely sweep away these people with the Emperor's order. At that time, the truth of Captain Roderig's death will probably be seen again along with the death of these people. ”

"I swear to the Emperor and all those who are righteous in heart that I will keep all the information until the time comes. If I die in the war that follows, then my descendants will preserve them for me. My family will preserve the results of your investigation as my remains, and the day will come when the truth will be revealed. ”

The Lord of Midnight narrowed his eyes and began tapping his fingers on the table.

——

"Your investigation will be met with resistance from many quarters, and it will certainly not go well. But I don't mean the intricate layers of complex departments, but the legions of Leon Eltheusson. ”

Machado paused for a moment and continued the conversation in a very peculiar tone.

"He was a shrewd and conscientious man, and in order to achieve the goals his father had given him, Johnson had modernized his legions."

Modernization—that's the descriptive word Macado uses, but the tone he uses isn't normal.

Carlil couldn't help but feel a little puzzled, although he understood the complex perception and attitude of the palm printer towards the primordials, but there were really not many evaluations like Leon Elzhuangsen.

Machado said in the preface that he was shrewd and dutiful, and then he sarcastically mocked what he had done to his legion.

"Confused?" The Palm Sealer asked, leaning his scepter and tilting his head, unsurprisingly.

"Some, indeed." Carlil said. "You don't seem to be stingy in complimenting him, but why do you use that tone to describe his transformation of his own legion?"

Machado's face under the hood couldn't have been more pronounced with a smile.

"Because he only does his job." So said the Palm Printer. "Genogens like Robert Killiman or Vogrim, they realize that they have an inhuman face. They may see it as a solution to the problem, or they may reject it outright. ”

Either way, they like to uplift people with speeches or smiles. Johnson is different, he doesn't do either of these things. ”

"His leadership comes from his resolute action and his ununderstood mystery, and I would praise him for his success in his work, and in the degree of war. Other than that, I wouldn't say anything else about him. ”

Carlil thought for a moment.

"That's a profound assessment." He said. "So, that is, you think Leon El Johnson would be disgusted, even disgusted, by our investigation?"

"It could even be worse." Macardo laughed again, and considering how often he looked, the number of smiles was mind-baffling.

"He's a very proud man, or rather, arrogant. This arrogance comes from his trust in his own abilities, and also from the pursuit of the so-called 'firstborn' status - to lead the First Legion, but not the first to return, is it funny? ”

The laughter of the Palm Sealer echoed through the empty hall, sounding almost like a mockery.

"Our great emperor would rather put in the hands of such children batch after batch of powers that would destroy the world many times than let them hone their skills to do so."

"Seriously, Machado," Carlil said slowly. "I'm starting to wonder if you're not looking down on any of the genetic prototypes, and you're just asking of them, not complimenting them. Sounds exactly like our great emperor. ”

"They deserve to be treated harsherly." The palm seal replied harshly. "As for him, he only dotes on them, and many still don't think it's enough."

Carlil shook his head and said nothing more. His mind had drifted farther away, and he began to think about what he might encounter during this investigation.

Machado is not an alarmist person, at least he is completely correct in his assessment of Peturabo, and even a little mild. As a lesson from the past, Carlil believes that he must take Machado's words seriously, even if they sound full of ridicule.

And herein lies the problem, Machado does not like to laugh at others, and his own wisdom is beyond the reach of others.

Since he said that this investigative operation could fall into a worse situation. Carlil had to adjust his mentality. It is normal for respondents to feel disgusted and disgusted by the people who are investigating them, but if it rises to another level, things may not end well.

But

"Maybe we should go straight to the emperor's banner before we officially carry out our mission." Carlil said with a deep groan. "I haven't met Johnson, but, judging from your description, he probably has some special affection for the Emperor like the other genetic prototypes. He might be furious at his brother's investigation, but what about his father's demands? ”

"I don't comment on it, I don't speculate. His personality was so moody that I wasn't sure exactly what was going to happen. I can't let my judgment affect you. ”

The Palm Sealer shook his head solemnly and cautiously, lifted the scepter, and tapped the ground. A little light emerged, forming a special mark in his hand, and he handed it to Karil.

"Just do it, in short, Leon and his legions have been forced to sacrifice a lot of people over the years. Some people do see things they shouldn't see, but others do nothing wrong and do their job. ”

"Based on my findings, it's likely that this culture of extreme secrecy within the Dark Angels has taken root. Get ready, Carlil, it's not going to be pleasant."

"Ever since I came back into this world again, nothing has been pleasant." Carlil replied softly.

I finally wrote it out and had another day of fever today, so I'll write another 3k and finish today's update. The 5.5k owed yesterday will be paid off in one lump sum when you get well.

(End of chapter)