The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Chapter 3465: The Wonderful Use of Pharos

Although Amnak didn't mention a specific plan, he did open up Sotha's mind, so he replied:

"It can indeed be done later, the Tyranids won't be interested in this place."

"Then I suggest leaving it alone for now. After the Tyranids pass through, when you find it convenient, direct the Eldar to strip the entire Pharos, along with the mountain, from the planet, and then find a way to transport it to where you want it. For example, the Webway or warp transportation. Anyway, the Silent King has already transported three Blackstone Fortresses, so they should be quite experienced in this regard."

Sotha pondered for a moment, then nodded.

"Very well."

Then he looked at the sarcophagus.

"Zahurash, you will stay here for a while."

"Time is meaningless to us. We have patience."

"It won't be too long."

After Sotha left Pharos, he and Amnak came to another mountain in the Pharos Mountains, about fifty kilometers away from the Emperor's Watch Citadel, from which they could see the smoke-shrouded city of Solanta.

Sotha sat on a boulder, his hands clasped under his chin, his elbows resting on his knees, his body leaning slightly forward, as if thinking or observing. Amnak stood to his right, letting the mountain wind blow through his hair, robe, and the yellow silk covering his long sword.

"I'm not sure I can trap Zahurash. It has devoured seven shards of a Star God."

Hearing this, Amnak blinked and replied:

"Without it, Pharos will not be able to function unless a replacement is found."

"So the best option is to keep it trapped inside Pharos, but I want to find other shards through it, especially the Deceiver. Many things are related to it."

"If you can't give up Pharos, then change your target."

"The core of Pharos is actually a supermassive entangled particle, which can maintain perfect synchrony with other particles scattered throughout the galaxy. They not only influence each other to achieve instant data transmission, but also change the sympathetic frequency of other nearby particles, combining them with other entangled states to produce targeted and predictable effects. There is no more obvious particle activity in the galaxy than that of the Star Gods. They are the hubs of the material world. In fact, it is easy for Pharos to find the Star Gods, but it needs a Necron technician who knows how to tune and use it."

"Ah, Amnak, you seem to know a lot?"

"Theory and practice are two different things."

Suddenly, an existence popped into Sotha's mind, and he quickly came to a feasibility.

"A Necron technician... there is indeed such an option, but she seems to be in trouble now. Hmm, it seems I have to find a way to get her out of Menakh's hands."

After roughly having an idea in his mind, Sotha straightened up, put his hands on his knees, and sighed:

"Sosa, the Emperor's Scythes, alas, what can I do? If only they were less infiltrated by Genestealers, I could help them. So it seems that even with the most powerful strength, there will always be troubles that cannot be solved, even for gods."

"It's only reasonable for a Chapter to be wiped out after being infiltrated from the inside out by Genestealers."

At this moment, Sotha suddenly raised his head, gazing at the sky. Night had quietly enveloped the land, the sky was cloudless, but there was not a trace of starlight, as if the entire universe had fallen into darkness.

After a moment, Sotha whispered:

"It's coming."

"Lord! I am loyal! Loy—"

Suffocating the traitor's screams in his shattered skull, Eighth Captain Vosuk grinned as he wiped the axe blade clean with the traitor's tattered uniform. Around him were nearly a hundred bloodied corpses, all wearing uniforms, belonging to the Shield Watch station.

After the Eighth Company arrived at the Shield Watch station, according to the planned procedure, they were supposed to separate the crowd and then use the servitors brought from the monastery fortress to conduct detailed inspections and genetic identification. However, as soon as Vosuk arrived at the Shield Watch station, he noticed something was wrong—the guards were too efficient, the officers had everything in perfect order, but in fact, he knew very well that Sosa didn't have such professional soldiers. They were all a bunch of lazy bastards spoiled by Space Marines.

So he changed the plan, ordering the personnel to be concentrated and then transported to the ground.

This move caused an uproar in the company, which meant that the Shield Watch station would be temporarily unmanned, relying only on a company of Space Marines. But Vosuk thought it was acceptable. The servitors could maintain the space station's power and weapon systems, and someone would soon take over.

But as soon as the order was issued, the rebellion broke out, just as he had expected.

The prepared Space Marines immediately struck hard, suppressing the Genestealers who launched the rebellion at an extremely fast speed. Because they were unprepared, had fewer personnel, and many bewitched mortals did not participate, the rebellion did not cause a major threat.

But this was still a huge shock to the warriors of the Eighth Company. Their home was polluted by aliens, and they almost controlled their most important space defense station. The warriors who prided themselves on the blood of Sosa found it difficult to accept.

But Vosuk seemed very excited, even happy.

Because he had always hated the people of Sosa.

He was born on the smallest and most remote world in the Sosa system. On the icy highlands outside the plains where his relatives lived, stood one of the many tribute outposts of the Emperor's Scythes. Before the winter of his tenth year arrived, Vosuk was taken into that cold fortress and began his life anew.

Until he fully became a battle brother of the Chapter, he and his fellow recruits set foot on the real Sosa.

Vosuk had been wondering since then, when those more fortunate Sosa-born brothers had grown up in the training halls of the Pharos Mountains from the first day they joined the Chapter, while they, these outsiders, had always been kept out, only to meet each other at the last moment. Was the Chapter's move always deliberate?

When he first breathed the air of Sosa's homeland, a deep arrogance ignited anger in Vosuk's soul—as did all recruits from other worlds.

Decades later, when he was promoted to the command of the Eighth Company, this became obvious.

Vosuk was the only non-Sosa-born company-level officer in more than nine hundred years, but during his promotion, he rejected the predecessor's ornate two-handed reaping scythe and instead raised the power axe of his fallen comrade—his true comrade.

From that moment on, he was rejected by most of the company captains, and he did not hide his rejection of Sosa's low-energy and boring peasant culture. (The Emperor's Scythes not only have the problem of being cunning, but also have a lot of internal problems. It can only be said that there are too many mediocre Chapter Masters in the sequel.)

So letting his weapon be stained with the blood of Sosa, Vosuk felt a unique sense of excitement and joy, as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.