Chapter 325 314. Doubt? Enlightenment!
[Meditation Room]
The corpses were staring at them in horror, exuding a burning smell. They were nailed to the ground with countless long nails, maintaining a miserable kneeling posture, with two long and straight black spears piercing through the flesh, but only in the Slightly muddy tar dripped from the ground.
Angeltai slowed down his breathing without any trace, and at the same time pulled Cyrene in front of him onto a clean road. The lady looked back at him doubtfully.
Angeltai coughed and said,
"My father?"
He looked at the back of the hunched figure sitting at the desk in the back of the room. He was surrounded by flames and corpses. The original body was facing away from them, his upper body was naked, and the burning iron was burning. There were traces left on his back. The golden inscription originally engraved on Luo Jia's back was covered by bleeding scars.
None of this seemed right. Angeltai stepped forward and held Cyrene's hand, carefully waiting for the original body's reaction -
if Lorgar was furious, then he at least needed to help Cyrene intercept it. The Primarch's anger was, after all, his acquiescence in the lady's disrespectful behavior.
Unexpectedly, Luo Jia's voice was unusually calm.
[If you are here to persuade me to cheer up, then you can leave. 】
"My father, I found a mortal who witnessed the burning of the Perfect City and survived - you may be able to meet her."
Luojia's writing hand stopped, the original body straightened up, and his tone seemed to And a bit jokingly,
[I'm still wondering why you brought a mortal lady here, Angeltay. 】
Luojia... It sounded strange, but it was not incomprehensible, so Angeltai took a deep breath and continued,
"Father, the Word Bearers are looking forward to you returning to the army. We have been waiting for you for too long. The limit is The soldiers are still urging us, and we need your leadership."
He clearly saw Luo Jia's back straighten in an instant, the wound was torn open, and blood flowed again.
Then Luo Jia's soft voice sounded, but the words he spoke made Angeltai feel suffocated.
[Sorry, my heroic heir, I can't do it. Angertai
suddenly realized that they might have arrived too late - they had not arrived before something broke, and now all they could see was a patch of broken glass.
Luojia continued speaking, holding the quill in his hand needlessly, the white feathers soaked with blood.
[I claimed to be a truther, but I spread wrong beliefs; I claimed to be a demigod, but I used traitors... I betrayed His trust. I was the only correct one among them, but I was also the only one who hurt Him. of. 】
Luojia’s hand holding the pen loosened and tightened,
【He admitted it, maybe I should have been ecstatic, the gods personally took off the veil, just to guide the lost shepherds, but I was so completely wrong, I was raised by a sinner who will never be redeemed. , I associate with lying traitors—I have failed Him. ]
Luo Jia's back became rickety again,
[Maybe I'm not suitable. 】
"Sir,"
Cyrene's trembling voice sounded in the meditation room, as clear as the first bird song in the forest in the morning,
"He allows us to live because He knows that our faith can grow again. , instead of withering."
Luojia was silent for a moment,
[What did he tell you? What did you see again, madam-]
[No, please allow me to be rude, what is your name, madam? 】
Angeltai felt that Cyrene's hand shook uneasily in his hand. It took courage to talk to the original body,
"You can call me Cyrene, my lord, I was originally the original founder of the perfect city. Residents, in the days when the blue giant landed, He pointed out the way for me, and I followed His instructions and witnessed the burning of the perfect city." [Ms. Cyrene,]
Luojia
said calmly, although His voice was hoarse to the extreme,
[How will you prove that what you experience is His will and not your over-stressed imagination - there will always be mortals who talk nonsense and appear after the war. 】
【I have been bitten by the hissing snake and I don't want to believe it anymore. 】
The original body pointed out the mistake of their standing here without mercy, and Angertai felt his cheeks burning.
The original body's doubts were correct, but when he saw Cyrene for the first time, he also trusted this lady extremely. No... Angeltai suddenly remembered that Erebas, the former chief priest, had also Make him feel like this.
Angeltay slowly realized that he seemed to have made a mistake in his impulsiveness.
Cyrene seemed to be scared too, but she still spoke unwaveringly,
"My lord...if you question me, then I will say that I have witnessed things that I have never seen in the first half of my life, and it is definitely not me." The truth that can be touched by small fantasies is not the image of the God-Emperor that I pieced together from past religions."
Cyrene swallowed, as if recalling the incident itself caused her pain,
"I saw..."
"I saw anything A darkness that has never been described in ancient books, a depression that does not appear in the deepest nightmares... That darkness is like... like the sea?" "
He appeared in front of me, not the God Emperor, no, not Him , is another kind of existence... He... He is crying, crying in the darkness, and His teardrops are bright green."
Angeltai felt that his breathing had stopped, and maybe Luojia's breathing had stopped too. Down, in the report given to them by the God-Emperor and the Ultramarines, the Perfect City of Seven Days did not mention Him.
And in the more distant past - the history of the empire, He did not appear.
But only the Word Bearers who were punished at that time truly and completely perceived His presence.
They may be the first to know, or maybe others who know of His existence have died.
The Word Bearers have been avoiding mentioning that being. It is not pleasant to mention him. The criminals will not be happy to tell what the executioner is wearing today. They focus on the God-Emperor. He may be one of the God-Emperor's subordinates. The executioner may be...someone else.
The original body, which had been facing away from them, turned around. Under the reflection of the blazing flames, the two bloodstains under Luojia's eyes were particularly obvious, as if they were reflecting golden light.
【Have you seen...the Silent One? 】
The original body asked hesitantly. This question made Cyrene stunned.
"The Silent One?"
She said doubtfully,
"I thought... I thought He told me that He was Hades."
Hades?
This word caused ripples in the hearts of the two Word Bearers present, and they seemed to have returned to that moonlit night.
Depressed, powerless, and unable to control themselves, the sea of darkness laps at them, and their souls float alone in the deep, dark sea.
Lorgar stared at Cyrene, his eyes flashing with fire,
[Do you know any other... information about Him? What is He? ]
Cyrene blinked her eyes in confusion, and then shook her head,
"I...can't remember clearly. I only remember that it was the sin in the truth that He discovered. He seemed to have said something to me...but I...but I forgot."
The Primarch was silent, then spoke again,
"He was avoiding people's memory of him. ]
The original body glanced tiredly at the two corpses.
[If this is their will, then forget it. 】
Then there was silence, and the original body seemed unwilling to recall that silent and crazy night.
Cyrene took courage, realizing that her words had earned her enough trust.
"Sir, His true will is to hope that you and your legion will serve as messengers of faith again. Culture and faith need to be reshaped."
Luojia lowered his eyes and let go of the pen in his hand.
[Is this what He wants you to say to me? 】
The original body asked suddenly.
No more, great!
(End of chapter)