Chapter 255 246. Are you a psyker?
"Welcome, my brother."
"Long time no see."
Sanguinius took the lead to greet him with a gentle smile, and Guilliman opposite him immediately smiled warmly, and the two exchanged a few nonsense words. .
Generally speaking, the angel didn't like this, but he also realized that these daily greetings made Guilliman feel a stable comfort.
Perhaps the angel's light was too dazzling. Magnus paused his talk and waited politely for the angel and Guilliman. The Scarlet King was in a good mood now, so he patiently focused his attention on The angel was still as dazzling as he remembered.
Angels also have psychic talents, but in front of other legions, especially those that can see the etheric realm, the Thousand Sons will not release their guardian elves.
Maybe Guilliman did it on purpose, Magnus thought, politicians' words are always the most deceptive.
"This is our brother, Mortarion."
The angel winked at the two of them, and he turned sideways. Only then did the two of them notice that beside Sanguinius' shining wings, he exuded the aura of death. Mortarion.
Guilliman paused for a moment, then enthusiastically introduced himself to Mortarion.
Magnus began to look at Mortarion with an appraising look, but Mortarion was used to it, so he ignored the tall red-skinned giant.
"I am Robert Guilliman, commander of the Thirteenth Legion of Ultramarines. It is a pleasure to meet you, my brother. It is always a pleasure to meet you."
Mortarion responded dryly to Guilliman . ,
"The Fourteenth Legion, Commander of the Death Guard."
Guilliman smiled and stretched out his hand, hoping to shake hands with Mortarion. The angel looked at Mortarion with a smile, and Dorn crossed his arms and watched them. , but not sarcastically.
"The return of another brother. It's a pity that we can meet now, but the good news is that we now have enough time to get to know each other."
Mortarion realized that they really wanted to let Mortarion enter this world. Tarian felt inexplicably trapped.
The circle called [Family Love] is wrapped in a gorgeous coat.
He remembered the burning affection that Horus had given him at that time, the kind of unfounded kindness, the kind of sudden enthusiasm.
He also remembered the truth he realized at that time: gold will eventually decay, and the throne will be doomed to be mottled.
Good things will pass.
Mortarion fell silent again. What he didn't notice was that while he subconsciously fell silent and looked away, Guilliman cast a questioning look at the angel.
The angel shook his head slightly.
Guilliman fell silent, and Magnus sighed loudly.
From Mortarion's perspective, everything at the banquet had an incongruous sense of grace, and excessive accumulation filled it, making him unhappy.
He didn't like the feeling of deliberately using gold and silver jewelry to declare his power and status.
But in the eyes of other primarchs, Mortarion was the most worrying existence.
He was so unique, so morbid, so weird.
Mortarion, their younger brother, is too thin, really too thin, showing a kind of morbid thinness. In the few places where he is not covered by clothing, almost no fat is exposed, and the skin There are traces of being corroded by strong acid.
And he is still very tall. Among the people present, only Magnus is taller than Mortarion, but Magnus is at least three times as heavy as Mortarion. Mortarion is as tall and skinny as a tree. of rickety dead wood.
What made the Primarchs even more chilling was that Mortarion was wearing a breathing mask. Why did he do this?
The sound of the dying breath of a severely ill tuberculosis patient came from behind the pale to faded mask, making a chirping sound.
The unarmored Mortarion showed a frightening uneasiness after losing the protection of his armor and poisonous mist.
The angel was worried about whether Mortarion was suffering from some kind of disease or that his brother was cursed, but from previous contacts, the angel found no other abnormalities.
Dorn believed that this brother was too unique and that he needed to adapt to the rhythm of the Empire instead of completely letting the environment adapt to him.
Guilliman Robert was pondering how to communicate with this brother. Mortarion obviously needed to speak. They needed more information from this brother to better help him or make him less uncomfortable.
And Magnus was reading.
He was reading Mortarion, and once again the Crimson King's attention shifted from the angel to Mortarion.
Magnus was shocked by the image of Mortarion, but at the same time, his curiosity was piqued by such an unusual brother.
When experience and knowledge accumulate to a certain level, you can transcend your expectations and see the true nature of things.
Mortarion lives in a highly toxic atmosphere and lacks food - otherwise he could grow taller. In the humanistic environment where he lives, humans have not established a decent culture. There are psychic powers left on him
. The scars are more than one. Interesting.
Is Mortarion fighting some kind of psychic being? Are there many psychic species on his planet?
Did he rely entirely on physical means to attack those psychic species? Or does he know some psychic means?
Magnus preferred the latter, because the style displayed by Mortarion was very similar to that of psykers in some ignorant areas, who stubbornly used some special and broken culture to explain psychic powers and the warp.
Mortarion carries a strong aura of death, which is indeed a very common blind faith caused by psychic powers.
Magnus did not rush to use psychic powers to find out. If the other party was a psyker, it would be more or less offensive.
He just maintained his curiosity, and became a little anxious about the situation where Guilliman and the angels were communicating with each other and trying to communicate with Mortarion.
The words of the two primarchs were so perfect, like a symphony with its own rhythm. Magnus was confused as to why Guilliman could coordinate so perfectly with the angels, which prevented him from rashly interjecting into their conversation.
Donne, on the other hand, would insert his own opinions during the short pauses in his words.
Magnus tried to insert himself into their conversation, and he was certainly welcome, but every time he tried to steer the conversation into something he wanted to know, the angel would sidetrack him.
Guilliman and the Angel did not directly ask Mortarion. They were just communicating with each other, but from time to time a small question would be raised. The two would discuss it with each other and then ask other people appropriately.
It was a common induced conversation, but apparently the other three, except Angel and Guilliman, were unaware of it.
"The people of Macragge were sometimes surprised by my presence, but as I appeared on the podium more and more frequently, they quickly got used to me and began to actually think about my proposals - not me Itself."
The angel smiled, waved casually, and brought up the wine glass, the scarlet wine liquid was crystal clear,
"My people fear me and worship me. Maybe they have not thought about those complicated things, but I can guide them to think and embark on the right path." The angel shook the cup and watched the wine leak
through By candlelight.
But his attention was still behind him, and for some reason, the angel realized that Magnus had not noticed this yet, and the Crimson King's curiosity was obviously entangled with Mortarion.
If it weren't for Angel's keen intuition, he would have subconsciously ignored that place.
What exactly is that?
Although the projection in the subspace made the angel feel blasphemous, in reality, it was really just an ordinary space warrior. Even though he was very large, he was indeed a space warrior.
It has not taken any threatening actions so far.
It seemed that only angels had discovered it, and Sanguinius' intuition told him that it might not be dangerous to them.
So he kept observing and said nothing.
Together with Guilliman, he continued to seduce Mortarion.
"With just a little encouragement and demonstration, they can do their best on their own."
Mortarion made a sound of praise,
"Courage is always there, you only need to ignite the initial fuse, and the anger of resistance will burn brightly. They will do better than they imagined."
"Resistance? Is there tyranny where you are?"
Guilliman asked,
"More than tyranny!"
Mortarion's voice suddenly rose, "Evil Psychic aliens oppress humans, and humans are just a symbol of wealth to measure their dominance. Resist and overthrow these scumbags who are not worthy of death." "You
lead people-"
"Your enemy is a psionic alien?"
Magnus He directly intervened and stopped Guilliman's inquiry. Guilliman glanced at Magnus with some confusion, but Magnus, who had just been teaching him psychic knowledge, ignored him.
Magnus was more curious about this possible brother than Guilliman without psychic flashes.
Even Mortarion felt a little puzzled by Magnus's sudden penetration. He swallowed back the words he rebuked the tyrant in his mouth and said stiffly, "Yes,
a group of thugs playing with psychic witchcraft.
" Genus frowned, witchcraft——? Although there are psychics who call themselves that.
"Then how do you deal with them? The power of psychic energy is ingenious and complex, and it is not something that can be taken lightly."
Sanguinius was keenly aware that Mortarion's eyes seemed to glance behind him, where he was.
"Scythes, guns, and the promise of death."
Mortarion spoke his words slowly, but the more he spoke, the more disappointed Magnus became.
"And... something else."
Mortarion The words were vague, yes, yes, Magnus knew, it was a psyker, his brother was afraid to speak freely because of the existence of Imperial truth.
"My brother, Mortarion, don't worry. I am the most proficient in psychic abilities among my brothers. You can just say it." After the words
fell, Magnus suddenly realized that the atmosphere around Mortarion was wrong.
Hidden under the shadow of the hood, those amber eyes were like flowing magma, with burning heat, staring at Magnus.
"Are you a psyker?"
Ahriman was the first Thousand Sons to discover that being.
He tried to remind Magnus, but he was not sure whether using psychic communication at this time would cause trouble.
He could only pray that his father Magnus would find out about this, but Magnus' attention was attracted first by Guilliman and the Angel, and then by Mortarion.
So Ahriman could only silently follow Magnus. He could feel the sound of blood surging in his veins, ready to explode at any time.
As if he realized something, the angel Sanguinius looked at him, his eyes telling him to calm down.
There were so many Ultramarines that they took up the last few entire tables.
So when he finally arrived, he was placed at the Death Guard table without a seat.
Dark, humming, disgusting, blasphemous, sinful, nauseating, unacceptable.
Ahriman despaired.
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