After the meeting, Robert Kiliman arrived as promised, and his steps could be described as hurried.

He didn't waste any time, and even ended the meeting early. In wartime, he had more to do than he did in the past. If you don't plan your time carefully, some things will have to be postponed.

The sudden meeting would have disrupted some of his original plans, such as the gathering of refugees and the hunt for the remnants of the galaxy, but he believed it was worth it.

On the way here, Kiliman had convinced himself that there were things that should be more important than revenge.

Pushing open the door, he entered the reception room, where Angler Tay had been waiting for a long time, standing straight, alone, without any siblings.

The off-white paint belonging to the Sons of Aurelian had fallen off much of the armor, revealing a more lifeless color of steel, mottled in color. The helmet crumbled over the belt at the back of his waist, the eyepiece was shattered, and the breastplate was visibly marked with sword marks.

There was still a smell of blood on his body for a long time, and it was obvious that he had rushed over after a quick clean-up after the battle. There was a palpable numbness in those eyes in the seriousness, like a pool of stagnant water.

The Lord of Maculag sighed in his heart, and Anglel Tai was the first to greet him.

"Your Excellency." He bowed slightly, and gestured a celestial eagle with his hand in front of the breastplate. "Company Commander Van Cleef said, you want to see me."

"Yes." Killiman gave a solemn salute before answering.

However, after this brief affirmation, he hesitated to think of the wording, though he did have a draft, and wanted to be more direct, to point out the present plight of the sons of Aurelian, and to persuade them to leave

Unfortunately, when he confronted Anglel Thai, those words became extremely unspeakable.

Killiman has faced many dilemmas, such as false gods or demons. Pushing back the clock a bit, he also experienced the tragic loss of his father, one of which is already very remarkable, and his memory can be called a painful encyclopedia.

Reason fills every page, piling up in the gaps between words. But what about the things that really make up the material on the pages? It's a pain that has been brewed over the years.

One so moment.

Robert Killiman painfully forced himself to make a sound.

"I want you to stay away from this war for a while, Anglel Tai."

The Son of Aurelian was silent for a moment, then nodded softly.

"It's really far away." Kiriman looked him in the eye and emphasized.

He could have looked away from the paintings on the walls, or simply looked out of the portholes, which would have made him feel better. But he didn't want that, and sometimes, people would rather their consciences be condemned.

However, to Kiliman's bewilderment, Ingres Tay did not object or raise questions.

"I understand." He said with his head bowed. "A hundred people will not play any role in such a huge war, I know it in my heart. Actually, I had expected today's events. ”

If someone asked, Robert Killiman would admit it – and he was really relieved to hear that.

"That's great, and I'm glad we can come to a consensus." Kiriman hurriedly said. "I'll gather a ship and supplies for you now—"

"—But, sir." Anglel Tai looked up and interrupted him. "Where can we go?"

He succeeded in asking Robert Kiliman, which was a remarkable achievement.

yes, where can you go? The Lord of Maculag asked himself, and at the same time was annoyed by his negligence—he hadn't even thought about it.

The main route from the Extreme Star Fields to other Star Fields has been completely blocked by the sacrifices of the Bearers, and deadly subspace storms are raging in the material universe. Ships that try to sail in it will end up disintegrating or being thrown into the turbulence of subspace.

If the storm does not dissipate, it will be impossible to sail away.

So, looking for a suitable conscription place in the 500 worlds of Otlama?

In the past, this was not a problem, but now it is a sad thing - the vanguard of the Whisperers entered the territory of the five hundred worlds long before they arrived, and the sights along the way can only be described by the word hell.

They have no bottom line, and most of the civilians sacrifice all of them, and they refuse to stay as slaves. Those who are still alive are tortured and polluted to a certain extent.

If it weren't for the Nightblades having some way of discerning who still had sanity within them, the Ultramarines would have had only one solution.

There is also the world resisting, this is a certain thing, and Makurag, as the core of the five hundred worlds, must not fall in such a short period of time. This is one of the things that sustains Kiriman and the Ultramarines to keep their sanity.

But to find a safe world to conscript in such a world of five hundred? Not to mention whether they can be found, and even if they do, it will take time for the sons of Aurelian to train new soldiers, and by then, the war is definitely not over.

In the second that belonged to this thought, Killiman's expression changed many times. His reaction also made Angler Tai smile helplessly.

"Your Excellency." He pleaded. "Why don't you just let us fight to the death?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?!" Killiman immediately frowned, and his voice increased. "Think for your father, Ingrel Tai! You are the last of the sons of Aurelian, is it possible that you will cut off his blood completely? ”

"We want to be able to leave a batch of genetic seeds to you." Angler Tay said. He looked into Kiriman's eyes with a very serious expression.

"If the Emperor bless us and let some of us survive, we will take back these seeds and rebuild the Legion. If we all die, at least the newborn Son of Aurelian will be able to carry on with the name of our blood, which has been washed away from our sins. ”

Killiman's two hearts stopped beating for a moment at this moment, and some kind of heavy pressure quietly descended on him.

The scenes of hell that he saw along the way after leaving Cowes, the refugees wailing, and the faces of the dead all merged with Ingres Tai's weeping and smiling faces. He understood what Anglel Tay was saying, it was a trust, and it was an absolute trust

But he couldn't say yes.

In the past, they still needed to consider how the original bloodline should continue, and there were some things to be afraid of. But if he agreed to Anglel Tay's request, what would happen to the son of Aurelian, who had no worries, Kiliman could not even imagine.

"It's not going to work." Kiliman said subconsciously. "I can't promise that if you all pass away, who will tell the past and traditions of the Sons of Aurelian? A legion deserves to have a tradition to be proud of. ”

"Our past is full of sins." Angler Tay said. "And our traditional lord, our internal tradition is only revenge, nothing more. If the war is over, to whom will the newborn son of Aurelian take revenge? ”

"I can't say yes." Killiman pursed his lips, the blue eyes under his gray hair tangled at the moment. "I thank you for your trust, Ingrel Tay, but I must not agree to this. I can see your intentions. ”

The Son of Aurelian sighed regretfully, "But do you have a third choice?" ”

Again—he forced Robert Killriman into silence, and it was astonishing. Asking two questions in a single day that the Lord of Macurag can't answer, not many people in the galaxy can do it.

And Kiliman knew no.

He didn't have a third choice, because the choice didn't exist at all from the beginning. The sons of Aurelian could not leave, nor could they really find a suitable peaceful world to recuperate, and the only road in front of them seemed to be death in battle.

After all, could it be that Kiliman could still issue an order ordering that none of them should go to war?

He couldn't do such a thing, and it was already the worst insult for Astarte, and it was no different from a mortal vendetta.

The Lord of Makurag slowly closed his eyes, he was no longer going to convince Angel Tai. Still, he wanted to say something.

"My brother Roger Dorn has always believed in a theory." He closed his eyes and spoke. "He believes that if a person has enough willpower, that person can do anything."

"This person can survive illness by willpower, survive man-made disasters, defeat natural disasters, and even refuse death for a short time. He uses the premise of 'sufficient willpower' to dispense us with possible refutations to this theory, such as adrenaline and an explosion of desire to survive."

He then supplemented the theory with other things.

Robert Killiman opened his eyes and looked at Angler Tty.

"The last time I heard him talk about it, he talked to me about his faith." He whispered. "Faith, Ingrel Tay, Faith."

"It can transform a child into a soldier in just a few months, or it can make some people willing to abandon the temptation of fame and fortune to pursue careers that require a lifetime of dedication. It can be a flag, a book, or a simple word."

He approached Anglel Tay.

"Have faith." Kiliman told him. "In the past, you thirsted for revenge. There's nothing wrong with that, it's very right, but you should think about what happens after revenge, and you have to plan, Anglel Tay. ”

"When you die, what will happen to Luo Jia's blood? Don't mention your theory to me again, there is no inheritance, the newborn son of Aurelian is just a blank slate, and may even be soaked in the culture of the Ultramarine. ”

"I don't want to see that, for if that were the case, your blood would be shed in vain, and the blood of your father, Lorga Aurelian, would be in vain."

"But—"

"—write it down and turn it into a belief." Kiriman interrupted him and reached out to hold him down on the shoulder.

The look on that face did not belong to a person in a high position, nor to a person who talked about it. His face was full of compassion, his brows were furrowed, and his pupils seemed to have a golden light.

"Have faith, Ingrel Tay." He repeated. "The world we live in today is no longer as black and white as it once was. One by one, things that transcend reason and reality are rushing towards us, then, if you have enough will, if you have enough faith, perhaps"

He stopped, tilted his head, and took a few steps back.

"And, I allow you to conscript on the Glory of Macurag." Robert Killeman said.

Anglene Tai looked at him in amazement.

"Yes." He smiled, and this smile was full of lightness, and the depression disappeared, and when he reached the back, it even turned into a burst of laughter.

"Go and prepare for the draft, Angel Tai!" Kiriman said loudly. "There are a lot of school-age children on the Glory of Maculag, and I'm really dark, why didn't I think about it sooner?"

Laughing, he hurried out of the conference room and headed for his next job. Angle Tai stood there bewildered, and after a moment he raised his hand and touched his sour eyes.

"Faith." The Son of Aurelian bowed his head. "Faith."

——

Carrying his chainsaw, Sevita slowly stepped out of the transporter.

Night Soul's boarding deck was as eerie as ever, dimly lit, Nightblade, crew, and servants all weaving in the light like shadows, and even a cold mist filling the floor.

It's scary, and it's easy to breed horror stories. However, such an environment can only make Sevita comfortable.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sneer harshly—he didn't mean anything else, he was simply laughing at his dark animal habits.

But he forgot one thing, when he returned to the deck, he was to be inspected by the technical sergeants.

"What are you laughing at, Sevita Leon?" A technical sergeant asked, the robotic arm behind him shaking twice, looking very friendly.

"Nothing." Sevita said, handing over the bloodied chainsaw halberd in her hand.

The sergeant looked down for a moment, and suddenly a low scolding full of anger came out of his mouth: "Sevitalyon, did you stick your chainsaw head down into the ground again?!" ”

Sevita sighed, retracted her chainsaw, and took a few steps back, cursing a few curses from the people behind him who were waiting in line to be inspected.

"I've changed my sawtooth, how can you still see it?" Sevita grumbled as she stepped back. "Do you technical sergeants have implants in their eyes?"

"You bastard is usually too lazy to be like a sleeping rat in a mine, how can you possibly replace yourself with a new set of serrations after the battle?" The technical sergeant sneered and walked towards him, the mechanical arm behind him already carrying a heavy wrench.

He threw the wrench away, and he himself followed, rushing out like lightning, intending to catch Sevita and punish him according to the rules.

Unfortunately, someone was faster than him, a strong hand firmly grasped him from behind, and then a whole set of joint techniques trapped him in place.

Sevita caught the wrench with his backhand, and when he looked closely, he was surprised to find that the person who saved him from fire and water was actually Siani.

"Huh?"

Suspiciously, he grabbed the wrench in one hand, and looked like he was about to throw it out at any moment, and looked at Siani and shrugged.

"How could you.?"

Siani glanced at him, the corner of his eye twitching suddenly. The technical sergeant who had been locked by him with his joint technique sneered loudly.

"You might as well not help him, Siani, this kid has never been grateful. How many times have we repaired his weapon? Oh, wait, this seems to be a tradition you taught him to be self-inflicted, Siani from Terra. ”

"Put the damn thing down!" Siani roared. "And you, damn it, stop being cynical! I came to him for something, how could I watch you take him to be punished? ”

"I don't think it's a punishment at all for someone who doesn't respect weapons and equipment to help his brother with three hours of maintenance." The technical sergeant said with a chuckle. "It's just correcting his bad habits."

"Stop, Tarnis." Siani pulled him closer to him and whispered softly in a threatening tone. "You can let him clean the deck or sharpen the blade or something, and do the whole night of work, I'm fine, but you'd better let him go with me now"

"What are you talking about there?!" Sevita shouted.

"Why?" The technical sergeant, known as Tarannis, ignored him and asked a question in the same whispered voice.

"It's about mourning birds." Siani explained simply, and let go of the hand that bound the sergeant.

The latter raised his left hand and took his dislocated right hand back, his expression already becoming quite serious. He looked at Sevita, who was still vigilant, and gestured to him.

"Hurry up, Sevitalyon." Tarannis said. "I'll let you go this time."

"I'm not a rat." Sevita said. "Look at the batwings on your insignia, okay, sergeant? Otherwise, I'll suspect you've been wounded in the head by Siani, or infected by his carelessness. ”

Tarnis glanced back at the hand-to-hand combat champion with a gloomy face, and the latter's expression immediately turned his anger into joy, and he laughed and returned to the group, going on with his job.

"So." Following Siani, Sevita asked. "What's the matter?"

Siani did not answer.

"What's the matter, Terra?" Sevita changed her tone and called out one of Siani's names in a very flirtatious way. "Tell me about it?"

Siani still didn't answer.

"Well, it looks like you're not in a good mood today?"

"I was in a good mood until I was told by the company commander that I was going to take you to see Fair Zaloster." Siani squeezed a sentence out of his teeth and replied.

He knew that if he didn't say something, Yago Sevitaleone would keep repeating it until he got the answer he wanted. The First Reserve has always been like this, and in some places it is obnoxious and admirable.

It was only in battle, and Siani would never tell him about it.

Absolutely, no.

"Oh." Sevita nodded thoughtfully and said no more.

Behind them, a cold mist that did not belong to the world of the living slowly struck, obscuring everything.

This chapter is 5k, and there is one more chapter.

(End of chapter)