Chapter 372 362. The angelic
primarchs were the first to be allowed to move within a small area.
Sanguinius walked out of the Blood Angel lounge in silence. The archangel turned his head. At the end of the corridor, darkness and golden light appeared at the same time, clearly distinguishing each other. Hades and Malcador were guarding the door with their heads lowered, as majestic as sculptures. Do not move.
On the other side of the door were the Emperor and Magnus.
The light in the archangel's eyes flashed, and then he walked back resolutely, away from that place of right and wrong.
Mortarion, who was completely unconcerned with the internal political affairs of the Empire, would contact the Space Wolves for the victory of Nicaea, not to mention the other Primarchs.
Sanguinius had privately contacted the Khan, Fulgrim, and Horus long before the meeting.
Since the Emperor declared that he would return to Terra after this meeting and completely hand over the burden of the Great Crusade to Horus, the Archangel knew that the content of this meeting was definitely not as simple as it seemed.
His first thought was to warn Magnus - the Thousand Sons had crossed a line, and the Emperor might want to use this meeting to remind Magnus.
But - but the process after the meeting far exceeded the angel's expectations. The moment he saw the seating arrangement, the archangel concluded that this meeting might be more than just beating Magnus. He thought of the Emperor and Macca Many vague warnings to Horus... This meeting was far more complicated than he imagined.
Everything after that seemed like a farce.
Angron suddenly broke in, the meeting ended abruptly, Magnus was forced to prove his innocence - thinking of this, the archangel's brows began to frown involuntarily again, he knew that Magnus Farther than they all had gone...
but he'd crossed a line.
The archangel said nothing. The patrolling Sister Silence passed by him. He came to the side door of the main hall. The archangel saw the Thousand Sons kneeling. They were dim and embarrassed. Mortarion and Leman Russ were standing there. Standing next to the kneeling Thousand Sons holding weapons, the two originals were discussing something in a low voice, standing like a winner.
Sanguinius didn't like this feeling, brothers killing each other.
Seeing Sanguinius coming, under the hood, the wrinkles around Mortarion's eyes squeezed playfully, but Sanguinius ignored him.
The archangel suddenly raised his head and stared at the hole in the ceiling.
He didn't know the story that happened above, but the angel who knew some psychic spells knew that it was definitely related to Magnus's spell.
That's... that's a subspace creature.
This thought made Sanguinius's soul tremble for a moment. He did not blindly believe in the Emperor or the Empire, because the Archangel knew the truth of the Empire. The Imperial Truth said that there are no living things in the subspace, and there are no demons. ...No, this is wrong.
There are living things in the subspace.
Sanguinius knew this, and so did Horus, and as the Legion crusaded, battles against the psionic would inevitably provide them with glimpses of unsettling truths.
Subspace creatures possess the magic power of subspace, and they can use witchcraft more skillfully than the psychic species in the physical universe, which gives them power that is difficult to understand.
But this was by no means a reason for Magnus to form a pact with the subspace creatures.
The angel stared at the kneeling Thousand Sons in silence, his eyes obscure.
What tempting conditions did those subspace creatures show to the Thousand Sons Legion, so that they could break the most taboo red line?
The angel's heart skipped a beat. Perhaps he should know that
as early as the early days of the Great Crusade, the Thousand Sons were the legion with the most severe flesh and blood mutations, and their number even dropped to a thousand.
After Magnus led the Thousand Sons expedition, the size of the Thousand Sons Legion gradually expanded. Magnus claimed that he had cured the flesh and blood mutation of the Thousand Sons.
Sanguinius swallowed.
Perhaps ordinary brothers of the original body would not think of this aspect, but as Sanguinius, as the Legion Commander of the Blood Angels, the Archangel always pays attention to the news about the cure of the Legion's genetic disease.
The perfect archangel, there has been a haze lingering in his heart... ...blood thirst.
Sanguinius paused his thoughts for a moment, and the Archangel pulled his thoughts away from this matter, and he began to look at the overall situation from another perspective.
He thought of the blue figure that was absolutely unacceptable and forgiven at that moment.
Magnus would not know that that was unacceptable. Sanguinius knew that Magnus was the most arrogant among them, but even the most arrogant person would not abandon his dignity and associate with such a creature. .
The angel was silent. Was Magnus deceived by appearances and lies? Arrogant people are most likely to fall into the abyss of lies.
Sanguinius slowly walked at the border of his mind. At the expense of Magnus and the Thousand Sons, he might be able to see clearly where the red line between the Empire and humanity lies.
You will also get a glimpse of what is so scary about subspace.
But before that, perhaps Sanguinius could do something more. He did not choose to communicate with Fulgrim or Dorn, even though the archangel was usually used to talking to these primarchs at gatherings.
For the sake of the Legion, in order to better see the future, the Archangel stepped forward calmly. He walked up to the stage without weapons and with his hands slightly open. He saw the mocking smile in the corner of Mortarion's eyes becoming more and more obvious.
He controlled his pity and ignored the Thousand Sons kneeling at his feet.
[Look who is here? ]
Mortarion hissed and whispered, and Russ snorted rudely, crossing his arms and looking at the archangel.
Sanguinius shook his head slightly,
[I mean no harm. Magnus also hid too much from me. People on the same side as him also felt deceived. ]
[Why do you choose to believe in a wizard who practices witchcraft, Birdman? ]
The angel's brows furrowed deeply, but in an instant he successfully controlled himself, and he spoke calmly,
[If you want to see me lose my composure - then you will be disappointed, Mortarion, I am not trying to stop you. You guys, I just want to know... know...]
The angel paused for a moment, he lowered his head slightly, Mortarion and Russ looked at him doubtfully and warily.
Sanguinius raised his head again, and the two primarchs could clearly see the uneasiness and confusion flashing in the archangel's eyes. The
angel shook his head again, and he spread his hands,
[I hope we are still brothers— -So, my brothers who know the truth, would you like to warn me something? 】
No longer the archangel with a perfect mask, no longer the archangel who always felt like he was putting on airs, Sanguinius looked at them truly, his wings lowered, trembling slightly,
Mortarion stared at Sanguinius in astonishment. He felt abrupt and puzzled. In an instant, he saw the figure of Horus, as well as the Archangel and Guilliman trying to pull him into the original state at the banquet. The moment he entered the body circle,
the Pale King opened his mouth slightly, and he uttered an insignificant monosyllable, and then...
[Stay away from the subspace, don't believe them at all. 】
The Lord of Death said.
Russ nodded irritably, and the Wolf King scratched his head and added rudely,
"Everything else is easy to say, just look at Luojia." ]
The long hair of the archangel covered his eyes. Sanguinius nodded meekly, then he turned and left without saying anything.
His uneasiness and confusion just now disappeared in an instant, and a victorious smile hung on the corner of his mouth.
He would not go back. The next place the Primarch visited was the World Eaters' lounge. He had expected to see Angron with Mortarion and Russ.
There is another one at the back
(end of this chapter)