Chapter 637 Trial (I)
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A storm eagle and two storm birds were flying in a difficult manner in Nikea's violent primitive atmosphere following the guidance of the Emperor's golden light beacon.
Their fuselages were carefully painted with paint coatings of gemstone red, gold and other colors for this convening. Now, they are covered with acidic rainwater wrapped in volcanic ash and mud, making them look embarrassed and beyond recognition.
Fortunately, their thick enough armor and excellent seals did not affect the costumes of the passengers inside.
The Storm Eagle, guarded in the middle of the formation, looks particularly gorgeous and exquisite even in such a difficult storm, because it is the exclusive Storm Eagle of the Scarlet King Magnus, the Scarlet King.
After receiving the call, the Fertep, the carriage of the 15th Primrose, set off immediately and took the Thousand Sons of the 28th Expedition Fleet and their Gene Father toward Nikea.
On the twelve-month journey from Minora, in order to ensure that they can prove themselves here and win applause and support for themselves, Magnus, on the Fortep, released countless most difficult and obscure questions of proof, the most strange philosophical questions, and the most exaggerated logical debate themes to various societies and mentors, to prepare his descendants for all the possibilities that are coming, and to ensure that their minds are in the most agile and clear logical thinking state.
Of course, the Fifteenth Primrose himself also attached great importance to this rally, which can be seen from the choice of attendant he chose on the Scarab King.
He put Yet Imvenus, the best navigator who had originally served only for the fleet navigation of Prospero's entire planet, from his lone tower to navigate the Storm Hawk, with Mahavastou Kalimakus on his right, a mortal accountant who was responsible for recording the contents of the Magnus's book for him - but more often a scribe who was controlled by Magnus' mind, and on his left was his most talented student and son, Azek Aliman.
The first company commander of the Thousand Sons' Legion, chief think tank and the lecturer of the temple of the Black Crow School, was sitting respectfully beside his Gene Father wearing the power armor that was polished and oiled and shining like a ruby.
The red-skinned giant located in the middle is the gene primrose of the Thousand Sons, the glorious red Magnus.
In order to show his wisdom and rationality, this giant carefully selected the dress for attending the meeting this time to defend it, not a controversial side.
His strong and tall body was covered with exquisite red silk coat. His special weaving and full of embroidery made it reflect different gold or red luster in light with each movement of Magnus. It was covered with chain armor made of pure gold to show that he also had the identity of commander and warrior. The fine gem inlay made it look like a handicraft and more protective equipment. The long golden tassels hung down from the edges of various places, and the end was decorated with the feathers of various rare birds on Prospero and Terra.
Considering that the crowd attending the rally included the senior officials on Terra and the Emperor himself, Magnus also deliberately wore two gold wristbands with eagle emblem and a belt that had conspicuously made cross lightning patterns on the waist buckle.
His treasures were filled with ingenuity and glory, but they were not as beautiful as the tall giant himself: Magnus's red hair, which was as delicate as the mane of the lion, was silkier than satin, flowing on the back of his head and shoulders, as bright and bright as blood, and his only remaining eyes now showed a bright and high blue, with brown markings dotted around his pupils like some pattern on bird feathers.
——————————After the ground's imperial guards and the aircraft of the Thousand Sons, someone who was watching this scene of the reunion of brothers who seemed to be eye-catching on the platform, lined up to welcome them, or even more noble and beautiful than these solemn warriors wearing blood and deep purple power armor, who came to greet their brothers, could not find it, and watched the scene of the reunion of brothers that seemed exciting, touching and noble to others.
"...I am exactly lucky, I am completely unchanged and I feel like I am full of energy and strength, and I am ready to use the power of my teammates to work hard at any time... It's better to just take off my equipment and lying on the corpse...I just think about the difficulty of taking the fly and start getting too hard... Fortunately, we visited other people first, and now we will wait for him to be attacked by Lao Deng before taking him away..."
"What did you say? My Lord?"
"Nothing." Ramizane moved his eyes away from the face of Fogrim's finely crafted like an overly artificial line, and glanced at him with his silver forehead that draped the long white hair that surrounded his bright moon-like face like a white cloud, and then moved without any special feeling to the fair and noble face of San Gilles bathed in the sun. "I'm just thinking about the specific details of our actions next."
Dantioc struggled to pull his eyes out of Fogrim's glowing face and put it on the relatively less aggressive handsome face of San Gilles, which was to retract his gaze and focus on studying the other people and soldiers that appeared here.
It was only after this that he noticed that although his primordial gaze was equally focused, he was not moved by the amazing beauty of the two brothers, but stared at the officers brought by the three primordial gazes more attentively.
On the contrary, when the Lord of Steel glanced over San Gilles' white wings decorated with a large number of thin silver chains and mother-of-pearl crafts, he seemed to glance more interestedly - but that look was not right, and the War Blacksmith didn't know how to describe it, but it looked like the look he was when his mother was burning boiling water while staring at the goose bars and calculating which big goose to cook today - but this was too disrespectful, and to both primordials, he hurriedly put away this unnecessary distortional thoughts.
Then they saw that the three Primarchs on the landing platform were smiling, as if they were having a good conversation. Fogrim even opened his arms and hugged his brother with a flamboyant enthusiasm. San Gilles seemed much more elegant and sincere. He just smiled and kissed Magnus on the cheeks.
Although the rain, storms and geological changes outside the crater did not stop for a moment, above the crater, the mysterious equipment of the mechanical teaching ensured the stability of the space below, and there was no drop of acid rain falling from the sky above.
Therefore, each of them looked harmonious, friendly and enthusiastic, as if the Nikea gathering was really just a relaxed chat and party between families. The imperial guards in golden armor did not come forward to disturb them at all, but were just guarding the guards from afar.
At present, it seems that everyone has no intention of fighting, everything is very calm. Since that is the case, why did the Primarch bring them to work hard and prepare for thousands of miles to sneak in...
“…It’s so fake.”
Dantioc heard the Lord of Steel spit out the word clearly.
"They were all smirking, as if wearing masks. These honorary guards and imperial guards were not here to greet Magnus, they were here to escort him and his entourage, Dantioc. Look, their weapons were actually all out of the sheath and were ready to attack. - Hell, I don't believe Magnus couldn't see this. Did he still have a chance?"
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"——The people present all laughed like ancient Olympian tyrants wearing masks. The old-fashioned palace drama, a so-called 'fair and open' judgment, is only intended to please the superiors."——On the other end of time and space, a certain Primarch commented more sharply.
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"We have to hurry up. Soltarn, take us down near the ground exit of the amphitheater, and don't let anyone spot us, especially the Emperor. Can it be done?"
The ruler of the earth bowed silently to his master, and then his skin began to become like earth and rock again. He sensed it and then walked towards the direction of the main venue.
The obsidian and basalt that made up the magma immediately began to solidify, cool, and spontaneously form an empty tunnel that was enough for a primordial and two legion soldiers to easily advance.
"But your brother has just landed, and he is in turmoil." Dantioc had to point this out when he followed the Father of Genes. "And it seems that Lord Fogrim and Lord San Gilles are just leading Lord Magnus to the lounge. Do those who serve dare not leave a time for landing and resting and other preparations for one of the Primarchs and his servants? Why are we so anxious, my lord."
"The people who serve really dare not," Ramizane's voice sounded faintly in the scorching and dry obsidian tunnel. "But if the only one expresses his clear dissatisfaction with his son or has already made a judgment, the other people's attitude will be more daring than you think. For bystanders like us, the trial of Magnus actually began before he landed. Barabas, this is in the court."
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"The first and only basic principle of.... The emperor's likes and dislikes are actually the only thing to follow." Pertulabo BC said coldly, and the left and right sides had been called and informed of some of the previous summary. Magna Dorn and Fogrim Pallas, who were sitting on both sides, were also staring at the white dove on the table quietly using their claws to pick the tabletop. "How do you feel when you and your court without your charming psychic power? How do you feel when you look at this past you and your court with your sons? Do you dare look me in the eyes?"
"Gugu." Don't force people too much, Pertulabo. After all, I am still the lord of humanity in law and cognition, the emperor of the human empire, the father of all the primordials, and... a voice sounded in everyone's mind.
"Don't be afraid of him." The black and white plush tyrant who had put on his human-shaped camouflage said to the two young men who were slightly restrained without hesitation, "The only power he has left now is almost all to maintain Ramizane. I have tried it. He can't really punish us. It's just a strong man on the outside but the middle."
There was no expression on Magna's metal face for the time being, and Pallas's face suddenly became terrifying in the dove's eyes.
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"The Gods of Olympia are above..."
Although he had been vaccinated by the analysis of the Primrose, when Dantioc really saw Magnus and his party brought directly from the apron by Fogrim and San Gilles on the black marble floor converted into the entire crater and inlaid with an extremely huge golden eagle in the middle, he still sighed incredible.
In this magnificent amphitheater design that mortals could not imagine, let alone drawing drawings, Dantioc saw at a glance who was the original design. Considering that the Fourth Legion and the designer themselves were still ignorant of the purpose of the building and the gathering before they set out, the war blacksmith felt an unknown anger surged in his heart like magma.
He suppressed his mind and looked at the wonder that consumed countless resources, manpower and wealth only for this brief use as the two Primrods led their brothers slowly from the two tall and brilliant golden bronze doors toward the wooden podium that could almost be called the square.
They are now on the ground level of this grand theater, which is usually where gladiators and beasts are. They were surrounded by steep and towering theater stairs seats to demonstrate their power-like displays from the solidified black marble and basalt of the crater, which was not empty and filled with bustling audiences, from men dressed in navigators and star speakers to priests of the Mechanical Sect, Imperial Auxiliary Army, senior bureaucrats in various departments, and then - Dantioc saw many different colors of Legion Power Armor with horror and anger.
At the bottom of the stands for ordinary audiences, surrounding the theater are separate private rooms, which are connected to the upper floor with a small step. Some kind of power or similar things imposes abnormal shadows on each private room, making it impossible for people outside to see the true identity of the person sitting there.
And when he glanced across the venue and turned his eyes cautiously towards the tallest pyramid-shaped stand opposite the bronze gate, which had been radiating light.
The newest ⊥Xiao⊥Speak⊥Send⊥Six⊥9⊥Book⊥⊥⊥⊥Back⊥⊥⊥⊥!
A surging, extremely touching, just wanting to shed tears and kneel down, giving all his loyalty to such a bright and supreme being, roaring through his nerves, blood vessels, DNA chains and even...
"Brother." Someone grabbed his shoulder and stopped him from running outward and exposing his impulse. "Wake up. Brother."
who! Who dares to stop him! Could he not see how great that is? It illuminated the entire universe like a lighthouse, and even the dazzling light enveloped him.
It was such a perfect and noble appearance that was born with rule. Dantioc could not even capture and piece together the emperor's face with any figurative thinking in his mind. In his eyes, his tears were only able, and could only glimpse the noble lines of firmness, thundercloud eyebrows, and expressions that seemed to be condensed with the only hope of mankind.
ah! What a glorious Lord of Humanity! He couldn't help but kneel down on the ground and cry for all the disrespectful actions he had tried to plan for Him before.
His brother's call became more and more rapid, and he turned a deaf ear.
"...Okay, I'll do it, Soltarn."
A hand that was far stronger than him but not roughly held him down, and the other hand grabbed his chin, forcing the war blacksmith who was fascinated by the emperor to lift his face. Then a tube of cold Olympian tea was unceremoniously stabbed into his nose with the fragrance of gardenia and orchid. The choking cough of water, the smell that had been familiar with for a year and the survival instinct of fighting suffocation made his attention quickly shrink back into his own body, and something in his soul was hurriedly thrown away and gave way to a more important existence.
"Ahem...well...ahhh...uh..."
The war blacksmith suddenly collapsed on the ground like a person floating on the surface of the deep sea. Then he found himself sweating profusely in his power armor and his spine was cold.
What was that just now?
"Are you awake? It's still useful to pour cold tea. I'm not bullying you."
"Sir...I..."
"It's okay. It's still time."
The Lord of Steel said, pressing his shoulder with one hand.
Danti Oak followed his gaze and followed the obsidian observation window that looked like sunglasses.
He saw three noble demigods walking to the wooden podium in the center, then pushed the golden mountain and turned the jade pillars, and knelt in front of the pyramid-shaped platform, bowing down to the high platform in turn, bowing respectfully.
On the platform, the emperor was surrounded by his imperial marshal and high-ranking officials - the imperial prime minister Makado, the Mars casting general Kebo Harr, the leader of the star speaker, the leader of the navigator, and the supreme commander of the imperial mortal army.
The emperor sat upright on the throne and received the worship of the Primros.
The high back of the throne was cast into a hollow three-dimensional and lifelike winged eagle, with its sharp eagle claws extending out, grabbing the blood-red gems inlaid in it.
A golden sword lay quietly on the emperor's knees, and his left hand was facing upwards, holding a ball with the top decorated with the imperial eagle emblem.
Above the emperor's throne, several chubby angels wearing cute silver baby masks, flapping their wings gently, raising the small golden trumpets shining in their hands one by one, and black satin flags embroidered with golden patterns hang down softly from the trumpet.
They began to play them, and the loud trumpet sound spread throughout the stands and hidden boxes of the giant amphitheater with the hidden amplification machinery.
Although I didn't know anything like tarot cards before, a strange little knowledge suddenly jumped into Dantiok's mind watching all this.
The picture they witnessed now completely formed a tarot card pattern.
Judgment.
(This chapter ends)