The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Now is the time for unity, not infighting!"

Thracian's voice was deafening, and Voskhod stared at him, finally turning away and saying nothing more.

Just as the Emperor's Scythes were becoming overwhelmed by a series of sudden events, Sorkhash had penetrated the rock strata and reached the interior of the Pharos.

The Pharos Beacon was actually located beneath the Emperor's Scythes Monastery. Clearly, the Emperor's Scythes knew they had something to protect, so they deliberately left some space in the mountain when building the fortress. Only this area partially overlapped with the Pharos Beacon, while the rest of the area avoided the blackstone core of the Pharos, either excavating in the basalt crust or building above it.

Below was darkness, silence, the perfect resting place for the dead. It served as the Chapter's burial ground, both commemorating the ancestors and concealing things from prying eyes. Most of the time, all entrances and exits to the Chapter's burial ground were sealed, and only the Chapter Master had the authority to open them.

Sorkhash easily entered it, but he was not in a hurry to go deeper, because he knew there were still some things hidden here.

Besides the tomb, this was also the location of the Emperor's Scythes Chapter's gene-seed vault. Sorkhash had to confirm something, something that could determine the fate of the Emperor's Scythes.

The underground part of the monastery was basically an ancient brick and stone structure, different in style from the other parts of the fortress, mainly used to cover the mysterious blackstone of the Pharos. Due to the existence of the ban, there was no one here, and Sorkhash's actions were relatively free.

When he came to the front of the public tomb chamber door, Sorkhash saw an empty stone sarcophagus, simply shaped, almost made of an uncarved rock, large enough to lie down a Space Marine. The only decoration was a stone pillow, still clearly visible at its edges despite its age.

A sarcophagus without any markings, without any name, but placed in the most conspicuous position, Sorkhash was a little curious about what it was for. Who was it prepared for?

Unfortunately, no one can answer him now.

Directly behind the sarcophagus was a blackstone tunnel, at the end of which was a huge basalt archway, with an inscription engraved in ornate High Gothic script above the archway—Until Death, Duty.

Although he had some dissatisfaction with the Emperor's Scythes before, standing here, in a place where the remains of many Emperor's Scythes warriors were buried, Sorkhash still felt a little heavy in his heart. Their original intention was indeed good, and there was nothing wrong with treating civilians well, but they just didn't grasp the degree.

Then he turned around and walked to the right. The passage here was covered with various detection instruments, and the top and walls concealed automatic turrets and double-digit early warning devices. All of this was to protect the foundation of a Chapter.

But these devices could not detect Sorkhash, who had entered the phase state. He didn't even need to open the door, he directly entered the alloy door several meters thick.

It was very cold and dark inside, the temperature enough to freeze a person to death in seconds. The only light was the faint green lumen strip on the floor. Cold gas was discharged from the holes above the lumen strip, quickly spreading into the sparse air. Inside the circular metal chamber, a circle of display shelves surrounded the walls, on which were placed hundreds of gene-seed vials, the most valuable resource in any Space Marine Chapter.

Sorkhash walked to one of the vials, raised his hand, and took away a gene-seed vial, but the pressure alarm device below the vial did not activate. When he was about to leave, he stopped and thought for a while, then randomly took away nine more gene-seeds.

Silently leaving the Emperor's Scythes' gene-seed vault, Sorkhash passed through the archway leading to the Emperor's Scythes' tomb chamber and entered the Path of the Dead. On both sides of the road were huge stone coffins, which were symbols of the Emperor's Scythes' ten thousand years of history. The deeper he went, the older the stone coffins looked. Their weapons and armor from their lifetime were also placed on the stone coffins. Usually, only the equipment of some heroes would continue to be kept in the Chapter as relics, and most of the rest would accompany the master in the tomb. Here, one could even witness the series of developments of Space Marine armor from the Great Crusade to the present.

Perhaps the warriors of the Emperor's Scythes would be filled with pride every time they came here, but they would never have imagined that the scourge that poisoned this world, and even the entire Chapter, was hiding among them.

Passing through the Path of the Dead, Sorkhash came to the deepest part of the public tomb chamber, also in front of the tomb chamber of the founder of the Emperor's Scythes. Pillars were arranged around it, with stone carvings and reliefs on the top, depicting heroic deeds from a long time ago.

There was a motto above the entrance to the tomb, which was also one of the few places where the blackstone had been successfully cut, so the writing was still clearly visible after ten thousand years—Obal Dai, the last lamplighter of Pharos, the founder.

So he materialized from nothing and landed gently on the ground.

"Come out."

As the words he uttered lightly still echoed in the darkness, the door of the tomb chamber was suddenly broken open, and a beast with a fishy stench roared out.

It had a bulbous brain cavity, its chitinous carapace was dark red, covered with superfluous scars, the spinal protrusions were vortex patterns that grew, and its huge claws were enough to cut open a Space Marine, and a layer of evil psychic aura surrounded it.

But it did not choose to attack Sorkhash, but feinted and ran directly to the right.

The Patriarch was a creature with cunning intelligence. It immediately judged that this was not an enemy it could fight, but running away was also a luxury for it.

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When it took its fifth step, an impact from the right rib directly kicked it, weighing several tons, onto the rock wall at the speed of a cannonball. The violent impact crushed the stone bricks and granite, revealing the blackstone.

The Patriarch wailed and fell heavily. A pit half a meter deep had been dented in its ribs, which was quickly filled with broken bones, shattered organs, and gushing pus and blood. The chitinous carapace on its body was also covered with cracks, like brittle porcelain that had been tapped - in fact, this blow had completely shattered its spine. If it weren't for the Tyranid's super-strong genes supporting it, it would have died in a few seconds.

Of course, now it was not too far from death.

"It is said that a thousand-mile dike is destroyed by an ant nest. You ant have directly crippled an entire Chapter of the Imperium. You can be considered a meritorious service on the Tyranid side."

Gently stepping on the Patriarch's brain cavity, preparing to end the opponent's life, Sorkhash suddenly thought of something.