Chapter 397 1.11 Before the War Many Sides
[Terra]
Marbles as white as snow are laid on the ground, and dazzling white light shines from the only light source in the room, splashing a dazzling wave of light.
The only desk in the room cast a dim and ominous shadow on the ground, and the golden armor dimmed in the shadow for a moment.
The Emperor was silent, staring at the map on the table in front of him.
...They...they don't want to play anymore.
The emperor slowly tapped the table with his hand, making a crisp sound. Each sound wave made dazzling waves under the white light. The curtain wavered, and he could see the water flow.
His previous actions had angered them, and now Chaos was about to show their wrath on him.
...Hades.
The Emperor's lips uttered the word silently.
No...the Emperor thought, desperate situation.
He could feel their high-pitched and weak state. Chaos was angry enough, and they had invested enough money. This was not - this was not something that Hades could solve by himself.
Hades cannot sense things in the subspace, which means that he cannot predict the actions of the other side.
The emperor thought calmly. He lowered his eyes and stared at the map, counting in detail how many forces would appear on the battlefield this time.
His hand tapping on the table paused slightly, the emperor breathed steadily, and the golden light lit up for a moment, then disappeared again.
Behind him, the rickety old man moved slightly.
"My Lord,"
Malcador's old voice sounded, with a hint of deep weariness,
"I can go."
"No,"
the Emperor said,
"Stay on Terra, Malcador, the Webway needs you. ."
Malcador coughed twice,
"My lord, I still don't think Magnus can be released."
"I gave Leman Russ his control. If necessary, the Wolf King will make His decision."
"The real battlefield is not here."
The Emperor said without any hesitation. Malcador behind him frowned deeply. He wanted to say something else, but the Emperor raised his hand and stopped him. Malcador's next words,
"Be prepared for the shattering of the realm... Malcador."
Like a sigh, the Emperor said those words softly,
"We need to keep our decisive hand, order Mars to prepare Support the ships and prepare them for long voyages."
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The Emperor's, the Emperor's sacred middle finger is no longer shining! ! !
Hades was screaming in his heart. After the last subspace jump, the Emperor's middle finger lit up, and then went out again.
Don't get into his mentality at this time!
Hades quickly listed the possible situations in his mind. The first one was that something went wrong on his side. The four gods used the Eye of Terror to weaken the emperor's finger bones, but Hades did not find any traces of possible blasphemy. Nor did he use the black field to detect psychic energy.
...The second possibility is that there is a problem on the Emperor's side.
Hades hoped that it wouldn't be the webway that exploded, or even if the Emperor made a little joke to Hades or something?
But it is a pity that this phalanx is indeed like an ordinary human phalanx, no longer shrouded in a faint golden light.
This also means that Hades himself can no longer make subspace jumps, and at the same time, he can no longer use his unique skill [Primary Evolution].
He glanced inadvertently at the mouth of the Faenus beside him.
Hades was silent, so what he had to do next was very simple, to prevent the four gods from opening the Eye of Fear. If the Eye of Fear was really successfully opened, then the Silent Order and the Hand of Steel alone would not be able to stop it. The demon army marching in the turbulence of subspace.
Before the Eye of Terror opens, they still have a chance.
Although he was screaming silently in his heart, Hades showed no reaction on the surface. He continued to curl his middle finger expressionlessly and talk to Feinus in front of him. The fleet was about to arrive at the territory of the Eye of Terror. .
"Creatures with [autonomous consciousness] or machine souls will resist my arc. The stronger their autonomous consciousness, the harder it is for me to control them." Feinus pondered. It turns out that this is why
intelligently controlled robots still maintain a high level of control. For reasons of efficiency,
[Then the autonomous consciousness machines encountered next will be removed by Iron Hands. ]
Fenus said rationally, but Hades smiled,
"No, I still have the black domain - which can eliminate independent consciousness."
Fenus was silent, and the Lord of Medusa took a deep breath silently,
[I think if we really want to fight Perturabo... Perturabo will not be willing to be your enemy. ]
Hades showed a bright smile,
"This is why I am willing to lead the Silent Order to the Eye of Terror."
Because the two legions here are fighting mechanically, Hades can at least guarantee that short-term operations will not collapse.
As if he heard the deep meaning of Hades' words, Fenus paused, but then he stared at the command board and said,
[I heard that your sage deputy is spreading other doctrines within the legion. 】
The smile on Hades's face froze, but before he could speak, Fainus interrupted him. The original body looked at Hades thoughtfully,
"Can this increase your power, Hades?" ? 】
Hades was silent. With Hades's knowledge, Fernus understood chaos and the concept of "gods"... Bad ideas popped up in Hades's mind.
Hades nodded slowly but firmly,
[Then let your sage deputy communicate more with the warriors. ]
Fenus said casually,
[They also think you are very different, you really scared them. 】
Fernus's tone became more relaxed, and the Lord of Medusa crossed his arms,
"I think you originally planned to teach them some skills, but it's a pity that the knowledge you showed, combined with the knowledge you expressed, Good intentions...the two had a jarring reaction. 】
Hades smiled awkwardly,
"Maybe this is my question - there is a situation."
Hades changed his voice, and before he finished his voice, several numbers representing other people were lit up on the bird servant instrument. Fleet red dot.
That's...
Hades frowned,
...the Word Bearer?
Hades' movement of panning the Emperor's finger bones stopped.
This was not a scene he had expected...According to normal subspace navigation time, it was impossible for the Word Bearers to appear here.
Then... there is only one possibility.
Hades stared at the Bird Servant... The Word Bearers did not have many ships, but they did not rule out the possibility of concealment.
Faenus was preparing to accept the communication permission from the Word Bearers. Beside him, Hades's voice rang softly,
"Highest level of alert."
Faenus was preparing to agree to accept the application from the Word Bearers. Stopping, he looked at Hades in disbelief.
The person who responded to him was Hades, who had already connected to the listening channel.
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[Cadia]
In the underground trench under the largest black stone obelisk, Perturabo stood silently in front of the command board, even though he knew everything well and didn’t really need the command board.
Hot steam spurted out from his side. The hateful Lord of Steam and Fire bent his huge and rugged body, and his words seemed to have a hint of charm on the eve of victory, + Look - they are here
. +
The monster said happily,
+They came at the right time, I think, they can just catch up with the carnival at the moment when we open the Eye of Fear. +
Perturabo remained silent and ignored Vashtor's soliloquy. The Lord of Steel concentrated on manipulating and reversing the black stone obelisks on other planets. With Cadia as the central anchor, this line of defense Gradually extending towards Cadia.
At this moment, this long river is about to close, and Cardia will be the last piece of the puzzle.
[Are you very interested in him? ]
Perturabo asked lazily, while Vashtor puffed out a puff of steam as if dissatisfied,
+ Only if you witness it with your own eyes will you understand why he is the despised one of the gods. +
As if he remembered something, Perturabo sneered,
[I have seen that my "good brother" is a soldier who values him very much. ] Perturabo said casually,
[It's just anti-psionic power. He is neither immune to artillery fire nor bullets, and death is still easy. 】
Vashtor was silent for a long time, and crackling arcs of electricity lit up between the heavily entangled cables,
+Don't take it lightly,+
Vashtor hissed,
+In addition to anti-psionic power, he has other abilities. +
[What will it be? 】
+Control machinery. +
How funny, thought Perturabo, that he could hear a slight tremor in the monster's voice.
[It seems that he has a very rare skill. ]
Perturabo sneered, but Vashtor said softly,
+ No... you don't understand... Perturabo, you need help. You should be grateful that the concentration of psychic energy here is extremely high, which allows us to With the capital to suppress him. +
Vashtor spoke, the gears roared, and the abominable monster raised its head, its sight seemed to penetrate the layers of defenses, staring thoughtfully at the black stone obelisk.
+ Fortunately, we don’t have to face him... When the cracks in the upside-down reality open, he will be annihilated. +
Vashtor chuckled.
Perturabo deftly ignored it, and word came from the Word Bearers.
Lorgar...Perturabo thought that the original body of the Word Bearers had changed, that he had completely changed, or that...his soul was dead.
This blasphemous thought made Perturabo feel an eerie sense of satisfaction, and a faint sense of fear crept into his bones.
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Angletai stood there uneasily. He was exiled. When the original body planned to kill the imperial army, Angeltai spoke to dissuade the original body, and then he was sent to the ship by Lorgar. Go to the most remote places.
Angeltai silently shook the black spear in his hand. The heavy texture gave him a moment of peace of mind. At least the original body did not confiscate the disciplinary weapon he obtained in the Perfect City.
Luojia...has changed.
Angeltai took a deep breath. Ever since he finished talking to Perturabo, the primarch of the Fourth Legion, Luojia seemed to have become a different person. He ordered all the books he wrote after he was in the Perfect City to be burned. He also ordered the Word Bearers to scatter around the Eye of Terror to collect the indigenous beliefs here.
At the same time, the original body is stepping up the compilation of new holy scriptures, disbanding the original priest team, and training priests according to the new faith.
That was not the Luojia he knew.
Angeltai firmly believed in this. Something must have happened. He wanted to confirm the condition of the original body again. So far, except for Angeltai, all other warriors who suspected the original body had been sent to the edge planet by Luojia. Domain searches for faith - they are exiled further.
Angeltai didn't know whether it was the Spear of Punishment in his hand that allowed him to escape disaster, or whether the original body still felt that Angeltai still had his own use.
But that's not the point. Angeltai only needs to do one thing now, which is to confirm what happened to the original body.
Although he has been far away from the original body, he cannot know every move of the original body, but the blessed lady Cyrene can. Cyrene is very smart and not as impulsive as Angeltay. This smart blind girl realizes that After something went wrong with the Primarch, he decisively and politely accepted the new faith, but privately, Cyrene still secretly prayed to the Emperor and the Silent One every day.
It was also the Primarch's schedule that Cyrene brought to Angertai. The little girl emerged from the exhaust duct and brought the latest movements of the Primarch to Angertai who was on duty.
According to Cyrene, the Primarch would go to the confessional on his own at noon every day, and no one would be seen. The priests who went to see the Primarch before were severely reprimanded, and some of them were even left behind by the impatient Gene Father. on the wall.
The Primarch's time alone...this was Angeltay's last chance.
Relying on the map provided by the blessed lady, he avoided the patrolling soldiers with familiarity. Angeltai walked silently on the long corridor. He unconsciously held the spear tightly, and his jaw was pressed by the cold black stone. tight.
The confessional was right in front of him, and Angeltai felt his breathing begin to become heavier.
Did he do the right thing?
Angeltai asked sincerely. He could not do this at all. The original body exiled him to the ship, which proved that he still had hope. Angeltai could just work in a remote post on the mothership. A few years, then returned to the Primarch's side, and then became his most trusted warrior.
But...that's not the case.
Something was wrong with Luojia, Angeltai thought painfully. Even though he was still brilliant as a demigod, things had already gone off the rails when Luojia and Perturabo planned to kill the Custodes. There will always be some among the Word Bearers. The wise saw the abnormality of the original body, but they were either exiled first or kept silent - this was a time of great changes in military ranks.
When Angeltai's thoughts settled in reality again, he found himself standing at the door of the Primarch's private confessional.
The door was closed.
Angeltai swallowed, put the spear on his back, and stretched out his hand to knock on the door.
His eyes paused on the hand hanging in the air, and finally - Angeltai decided to follow his heart. He turned his hand over and tried to gently push the door open.
Angelta's eyes widened. The door was unlocked.
Dazzling firelight danced from the cracks in the door, and the flames crackled and burned quietly, accompanied by heavy breathing like drowning.
Luojia, Luojia was standing there, with his back to Angeltai and the front facing the black stone scepter displayed in the corner. The fire was burning around the original body. Angeltai saw the body of the book. , the Primarch set his books on fire.
Angeltai identified the words. Among the scraps of the book were legion books before Perfect City, as well as newly compiled editions since then, and the original editions that are currently being compiled.
As if unaware of Angeltai's arrival, the original body stood silently. He was nailed there, breathing erratically, as if he was engaged in a fierce battle.
Angeltai pursed his lips, and he cautiously took a step towards the room -
[Get out. ]
Luojia's voice sounded, but the original body remained motionless.
Angeltai felt as if his throat had been strangled by the original body, but he chose to take his second step firmly.
The Luojia he knew would not say "go away" to his children.
Luo Jia's breathing became more disordered. He took short breaths, but remained motionless.
Angeltay took his third step, and the pressure suddenly hit him. He saw blood spilling between his helmet and boots, and his throat became fishy-sweet.
Luo Jia let out a gasp that sounded like he was on the verge of death.
"...Father?"
Angeltai opened his mouth, and the red thread slipped from the corner of his mouth.
[...Don't]
A fragmented voice sounded,
[Look...]
Tick-tock, among the dim yellow firelight, Angeltai saw the original body's face. There was an extra drop of blood at his feet.
But the back of the original body was still as silent as an old house that had been abandoned for thousands of years.
The sound of gold colliding with each other sounded, and armors collided. Luojia slowly raised a hand, and he pointed at the dim golden stick. scepter.
[Go...]
Blood and tears flowed from Angeltai's eyes. He knew, he knew, and he began to walk towards the scepter. When he passed by the side of the original body, he was accompanied by a huge cry. He turned around and continued to face Angeltai.
Angeltai successfully held the scepter.
[Go...]
The original body panted,
[Go...go...find God. 】
Angeltai felt that blood and tears had covered his entire face,
"How can I help you, father?"
he asked sadly, in fragments,
"Go...fast..."
Angeltai bit down firmly. His own teeth, no...he thought, no...he couldn't help the original body. The first time he saw Luojia's back, Angeltai realized that the original body was far worse than he imagined.
But the only thing he can do now is to obey Luojia's orders.
Angeltai felt as if he was carrying a mountain on his shoulders, but the voice of the original body telling him to leave was getting weaker and weaker, and he was almost running out of time...
Luojia listened to Angeltai's messy footsteps walking away, After an unknown amount of time, the fire around him gradually extinguished.
Now, what Luojia faced was complete darkness.
Wuwuwuwuwu, nothing more!
(End of chapter)