Chapter 586 The Story of Betrayal and Revenge of Scar
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"Even if you don't want to be a well-behaved prince or general, but want to be a disgusting but cool villain or heretic, you still have to study hard, otherwise when you want to summon a cool demon But when I find that you can’t even read or draw the schematic diagram of your sacrificial ritual circle. You will know how important reading, mathematics and geometry are. If you don't know this yourself, you can only rely on those holding classics. The more hosts participating in similar ceremonies does not mean that things will be easier or better. Better, in fact, most of the time the opposite.”
"What does it matter? How simple. Didn't you say that all of my descendants have lived longer than me, know more things, and have more knowledge in their heads? Then don't I just need to do it immediately? Just grab a heir who can draw and draw for me..."
"Shut up."
"Well, I'll keep my mouth shut on this. So when do we start epee fighting lessons? I promise I won't say too much."
"If I haven't used up my energy yet, I'll go grind the mill in the west of the city. This year's harvest is good."
"Hey! I won't go! Every time I go there, they try to fill the millstone with grains of wheat! It's definitely because they feel sorry for their donkeys who have to eat grass and I am a free labor force!"
"Do you want to eat pancakes? After carrying a bag of flour, you ate all the snacks prepared in the kitchen."
"I'm growing! I'm hungry! I'm so hungry that I could swallow a whole world! Well, if you cook it yourself. I want more Grox oil and leeks. You'd better make more, so I can eat the leftovers as a midnight snack when I read war history at night.”
"Of course, I'll press the edges of each pancake and fry them until they're crispy and golden, so you can eat them hot."
The golden smell of baked sand and dry wheatgrass outside the city blew through.
There was old, dried blood buried in the gravel, but it had also been diluted by medicinal herbs and the clean smell of regular cleaning.
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When the creature who called himself "Julius" may have been, or may have never been, an Astartes, he gathered his majestic psychic power into one force and rushed towards Varro Diglis , the first thing the chief think tank realized was the other party’s “existence” How huge is it on the scale of spiritual vision in the warp? As a powerful psyker who once faced the terrifying will of the Hive through the glimpse of a psychic node creature, even he was as if in front of the power of this creature. What a mortal child is to a void whale.
Even so, when I think about the senior officers who were taken away by the Inanimate, the almost collapsed Calgar, and the Primarch who can be said to have been kidnapped by heretics and whose whereabouts are unknown - I think about how they were deceived by the existence in front of them. How long? Another delay How much time has been spent searching for the original body, perhaps the fact that the original body is getting further away from the Ultramarines every minute and every second, Varro Diglis uses this to hold back the pain that suddenly surges from his heart. The throb of fear rising from biological instincts.
He breathed deeply, his chest rose and fell, and he opened himself up, like a trembling man putting his mind alive on a dinner plate and offering it with his own hands to some unpredictable and powerful creature.
The chief think tank trembled and felt that something intangible but existed in energy was passing over the psychic hood of the think tank's power armor that protected his intellect and brain. The ancient protective scriptures and protective patterns engraved on it were all powerless. They couldn't stop it, just like the foam rising on the surface of the abyss, it could easily flow through all the protection he had for himself through solid fences and barbed wire, and then seep into every groove and every end of his brain. And began to occupy every crevice of his soul.
For a moment, Varro Tigris seemed to have returned to that moment. When the Leviathan Hive Fleet attacked, he first encountered the Soul Brain Beast. The monster killed him in front of him. brother, then ripped his mind alive on a spiritual level with the Hive Mind behind it. The huge, distant, putrid and hungry evil will weighed heavily, and the strong, never-ending hunger was like a living hell. It almost shattered all of Diglis's reason and dignity, forcing him to struggle to realize that even in the end The emptiness of an empty stomach that even it can swallow itself...
In this moment that seemed like an eternity, a small part of Diglis's senses were still working. They told him that his psychic hood coil was currently overloaded, and the purity marks on his body were spontaneously igniting one by one without fire. The legendary staff of Malcador in his hand that helped him resist the erosion of his will is now silent, as if it has lost all the legends of imperial heroes with the fact that Malcador himself appeared in Macragge. Granting it the same abilities that once guided Tigris against evil.
Suddenly, his cold, naked and trembling soul was embraced and lifted up by a solid force exuding gentle warmth. For a moment, Diglis thought that he was being surrounded by Calgar's arms, just as they had achieved a critical or critical moment. After winning a difficult battle, his Chapter Master would strode over to help up the Librarian who had lost strength due to excessive use of psychic powers.
But the next second he discovered that this was just an illusion he had under the mental shock. This was the spiritual energy from the existence above. Although it was different from the emperor's light that his fingertips had touched, it was not golden. But it also shines with light and has a familiar feeling, just like primitive humans seeing the flickering bonfire in the cave in the dark wilderness.
The chief think tank tiredly struggled to raise his eyelids to look, but what came into view was the bright face that looked exactly like the face of their genetic father that every ultramarine had seen during countless meditations and circuits. Now those shining blue eyes were looking at him with concern and a little worry.
Such superimposed stimulation was too private and intimate for the think tank leader of the Ultramarines, but to some extent, he was informed by the thoughts transmitted from the other party that such a deep infusion was a kind of protection for his safety. The thought gave the chief think tank some comfort.
Diglis trembled and continued to exhale a long breath. He leaned on the staff to prevent his legs from kneeling or showing the slightest timidity, so that the other party's spiritual energy tendrils could completely wrap him up and firmly carry him in. Some kind of dream world, a certain differential dimension of time and space, or it may be a space-time bubble created by the powerful spiritual power of metaphysics.
Then another long second or seconds passed.
The chief think tank felt his boots stepping on some kind of ground that felt different from the marble floor of the banquet hall.
"Where is...?"
He looked around and was surprised to find that he was standing in an ancient cave that was obviously man-made but very rough. Some bloody and primitive sacrifices were being performed on the sacrificial pit and high platform next to him. Ten piercing spears surrounded the sacrificial pit. , the base of the spear is full of accumulated years Blood and excrement, the spears are now impaled with human corpses wearing primitive leather clothes - each of them was pierced upright on the spear, and the spear tip with the remains of the internal organs is spread out from them. As if extending from a howling mouth, stabbing at the craggy roof of the cave.
A pale-skinned girl with long curly hair and abstract primitive worship symbols tattooed all over her body was holding the priestess' staff and chanting incantations in a language that Diglis had never heard of in the sacrifice pit. While writing or praying, she was dancing a complex and stubborn primitive shamanic dance. Her eye-catching purple eyes sparkled in the firelight, surrounded by white paint, and sweat washed away the edges of the pattern, but Her dancing and singing speed did not slow down.
The torch illuminated a small part of the center of the cave, and there were dark shadows. The smell of sweat, blood, fear, and anger filled the place, and there were more mechanical noises that sounded slightly different from the power armor noises he was familiar with - yes Are there any Space Marines here watching these primitive tribesmen?
Diglis frowned and turned around to try to observe more, and then he saw from the shadows the red armor of those ancient and blasphemous traitors that were full of scriptures and heretical charms. He clenched his staff angrily and tried to Using psychic lightning as a way to vent his emotions just now, he also gave these hateful traitors of the Word Bearers some severe and profound destruction as a lesson——
Wait, why are there still the sacred and rare golden armors worn by the guards of the Adeptus Custodes? Diglis had not seen this unique golden armor outside the confines of the palace for many years.
Wait a moment--! That is!
Although Diglis had never seen the appearance of this extremely tall man in any image or scroll, and this man stood behind the crowd with his hood completely covering his face, the chief think tank saw this In a split second the giant knew who he was.
This giant who is more than half the body of the warriors around him, is surrounded by red-armored Word Bearers, and has such a temperament can only be——
That Imperial Guard...
This Imperial Guard demands that Lorgar surrender! He raised his gun at the Primarch! In the name of the Emperor! Then he must help this forbidden army! His power will be useful in the upcoming battle——
But the chief think tank discovered to his surprise and pain that no one here could see him, and the bombs and killings they fought would only pass through his smoke-like body and not hurt him. On the contrary, he caused The proud psychic power also has no influence on the atrocities that are happening and about to happen here. He is just a spectator who was brought here to witness this secret ritual. Whose eyes is he looking through...?
He saw the Imperial Guards fighting against the powerful warriors in red armor holding red iron swords and the Word Bearers led by him. He saw in the eyes of the leader warrior what he wanted to do and what was about to happen. The situation was painful and desperate, but he also realized with horror that although this warrior knew that he was stepping into the abyss of evil and falling step by step into the quagmire of no return, he would never refuse Lorgar Aurelion's love for him. any order given.
He hated so much the man he had become to fulfill his primarch's vision, and the tragic fate they would bring to the galaxy; but he could never hate the primarch who had imposed this vision upon him.
"Why? Why can it be done to this extent?"
Digoris watched in shock as the Word Bearer raised his weapon and began to engage in life-and-death battles with those he once considered friends, all in an effort to satisfy his genetic father's quest for the original truth in blood sacrifice.
Someone sighed softly in his ear.
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"Because this is the blueprint requirement when they were designed. If 'he' is not distorted, this is the most perfect herald, but someone obviously does not realize that this universe does not run according to his will... ...Although this may be the dream he pursues, if every dream comes true, the pauper's residence will become the prince's palace."
"Design...what a cold word. But human beings cannot be completely designed. Human beings are not metal machines. It is precisely because we are full of heroic heritage and draw the current courage and glory from past honors and heroic stories that we can time and time again Defeat our enemies from the impossible, protect our people, and maintain the existence of hope! And who would be so ruthless..."
The chief think tank suddenly fell silent, and his face turned pale and gray in an instant.
"That's it, Diglis. Errors in the design blueprint cannot be completely avoided on inanimate materials. What's more, the raw materials used to carve Astartes are living human children? Individual differences in human beings So small yet so huge and vulnerable to all kinds of environmental factors The influence of environmental factors... The designer's initial ideas may be very attractive, but when these design blueprints are concretely put into each individual, they will produce all kinds of strange nuances, and eventually become the one that causes the demise of a kingdom. Horseshoe nails.”
The voice sighed again, "But that's not what we are talking about today. Keep reading. Here is part of the answer to the question you want."
The battle over there has already been decided.
The Custodian Warrior was indeed as powerful and resilient as rumored, and he killed three Word Bearers in a matter of seconds, including one who looked like he might have been a Chapter Master or something, before he charged at the Primarch of the Word Bearers and was able to attack him. A senior officer of the consul.
But he failed to rush in front of Lorgar, because his breastplate was hit by a priest's bolter, which hindered him for a moment. At this moment, a red iron sword carrying treachery was held in the hand. The friend's hand penetrated the Imperial Guard's head from front to back, creating a huge transverse gap under his neck, turning all the words in his mouth into blood and struggling breath.
Then Diglis saw it with a chill.
The priestess of the primitive tribe pointed to the body of the forbidden soldier, "This is the tenth sacrifice!" She said, "The ancient and great chosen one, Lorgar, you have chosen the sacrifice, and this is the tenth sacrifice. A sacrifice to the gods.”
Tigris witnessed the warrior's final struggle against his primarch.
But it was completely ineffective. In an instant, something huge, angry, and winged flew across the twitching bodies of Lorgar, the warriors, and the Custodes in a pool of blood.
Finally, the warrior surrendered and picked up the golden armor of the Imperial Guard.
The Custodes were still alive when they were speared.
The girl's crazy dance entered the final climax.
Something even more impossible and evil is about to break out of the shell.
Then Diglis could only hear a sigh-like whisper before being taken away by the warm force: "This is not something you can watch directly now. Let's go. This is one of them."
(End of chapter)