Chapter 640 Judgment (IV)
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Dantioc listened calmly to the conversation between the Fifteenth Primrose, separated by a wall, and his most valued child.
And his father of genes leisurely drank the hot tea Soltaen got from which lounge.
It sounds like Magnus's affinity and enthusiasm for his talent impressed the audience of the theater. He believes that even though Motarian firmly supports the Wolf's accusation against Thousand Sons, he at least has the support of Fogrim and San Gilles. In addition, he convinced most of the people in the theater. Although the rally seemed to be an ambush against Thousand Sons, he felt that even the Emperor was not so willing to accuse his beloved son. This meeting was mainly to show off for those who had a ghost in his heart, so he was at least quite optimistic about the outcome of his judgment that he would win.
Aliman's view is obviously much more pessimistic and direct. It is quite special to see that the scholar fell down his cup shortly after waking up. "The idiots who insult us, those who are still hunting witches in this era of space navigation, and cowards who hide their faces." The Red King was not so angry at his offspring in front of him. Dantioc secretly said in his heart.
Azek Aliman fainted three hours ago because he was too close to Magnus and looked directly at the window of his soul - at least that's how Magnus told Aliman who woke up.
The rest of the box, especially the thin old man who was closest to them, the mortal recorder and Magnus and his descendants, had a soft face and a blank look throughout the whole process, and seemed calm about everything they were in, as did the nine scarab lion guards they brought.
"That's not calm." The Lord of Steel told Dantiok just when he noticed this person.
"Poor man, he is not so old and weak, but he has been mentally controlled by Magnus' powerful soul and turned into his writing puppet for too long, that his soul is missing in his appearance. The nine Sykemath Terminators did not grow old, but their minds under their armor were actually controlled by Magnus."
And after saying this, his father of genes was supplemented by a strange and ominous laugh, as if there was something else in this cruel statement.
The conversation between the father and son next door continued until Aliman suddenly realized something and asked.
Danti Oak did not listen to it specifically, so he didn't hear his question, but then Magnus was obviously angry. The red giant even had his hair burned. He was shocked to see Magnus sternly asking Aliman to shut up and stop asking, but Aliman insisted on asking step by step, and even looked like-
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"To be honest, is Magnus a person who is so evading answers and not getting angry when he is questioned continuously by his offspring? Father? What do you think?"
Fogrim Pallas smiled and used his slender and clever fingers among the brothers to scratch the white dove's wings. The dove was stiff all over, but his mouth was tightly closed. The black and white plush tyrant had discovered that although his disciple's schoolmate had no bad habits, he inevitably left some bad taste. So he felt comfortable and worried, Rilano sent new black tea and Sicon with custard sauce and jam.
But the scenes presented to them all congested when Magnus was questioned by Aliman and suddenly fell down.
"What are you doing with old guy?!"
"Puff... hahaha... cough. stop scratching! Hell! Fogrim! Haha... cough! stop scratching! It's good now! This is because Magnus pulled his soul too far, and this is not what we should see! He fell into the other end of the sea of souls that was too far away... cough. He secretly penetrated the abyss of the sea of souls before he came into contact with the emperor at that time. He had spied on the evil will. He also defined the other party in his own way and thought he didn't have to care too much. He was trapped too deeply and hid so well that I couldn't go deeper here."
Although the emperor with white wings immediately explained, it was not until the image began to flow again that something hidden in the dark began to fade slowly under the instruction of Pertulabo BC.
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Dantioc was surprised to see Qianzi's primordial body, which was taller than his own father of genes, fall to the ground. Aliman rushed over in panic, and the Scarab Lion Guards also surrounded him after a moment of trance.
"What's wrong with him? Sir? If we help him at this moment, maybe..."
"It's not time yet." The Lord of Steel seemed to be recalling something and shook his head again. "It's not yet time yet, Dantioc, remember the covenant we just made. I think that ally listened to me and he would be more inclined to support Magnus than he did in his original speech. It depends on whether Magnus can make a decision to slightly change his destiny after receiving more support. It's soon, it's soon."
In this brief conversation, the fainting Thousand Son Primrome had already awakened on its own. Magnus sat up with Aliman's support and subconsciously reached out to touch the eye he had lost. His eyes looked distracted, like a fortune teller who had just witnessed many futures, a little anxious and uneasy.
"It's time for us to leave. Aliman. Time is tight. We have to hurry back to Prospero..."
"Sir, we can't leave now."
"You can't say such a word to me, Aliman," the King of Scarlets sounded like thunder, "I am the red Magnus, I can do everything."
His descendants just shook their heads, "Sir, I don't mean that. I mean, we just received a call to return to the center of the theater, and the verdict is about to begin."
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As my father said, the verdict on Magnus and Qianzi obviously slipped towards a result from the beginning.
Dantioc watched Magnus walking towards the center of the amphitheater with Aliman and nine scarab lion guards. No one spoke in the theater, and thousands of eyes stared at the fifteenth primordial and his descendants who were slowly walking towards the center of the theater.
Obviously, this atmosphere that was still like a dark cloud before the storm before the storm, and, mainly Fogrim's obviously turned away, the grey teardrop pattern applied to his face by San Gilles and the proud and almost pious expression of victory on Motarian's face finally made Magnus begin to admit that there was a real threat here, and the war blacksmith saw the giant's muscles tightly exposed outside the dress robe with sharp eyes.
...To be honest, it's still within the optimal solution.
The intimate conversation between Makado and the Emperor on the platform was finally over.
Then the imperial prime minister left the throne and walked towards the small balcony protruding in front of the pyramid high platform.
He tapped the ground again with the end of the Emperor's scepter in his hand to keep the theater quiet, and then his voice was spread throughout the audience.
The Prime Minister of the Empire announced the end of the meeting and the soon-to-be-issuance of the judgment. "If anyone wants to give his own views on this issue, this is the final opportunity. Otherwise, keep noble silence forever."
Magnus was motionless, like a stone sculpture of red sandstone, while his company commander turned his head in despair, trying to find any allies in this great arena.
——Will the ally they had contacted before do what they promised? Does he really dare to stand out in such a scene?
As if he heard Dantioc's voice, the smile on the Lord of Steel's face became more and more obvious. He said, "Here you come."
A warrior stood up, covered with white armor as white as snow-capped mountains, with red edges like red flowers blooming under the snow-capped mountains, lightning signs spread across his shoulder armor, his head was smooth, and the long hair left on the top was braided into long warrior braids hanging down from one side, crystal-shaped psychic-enhancing hoods surrounding his face, a yellowish-brown, ritual-score, and grassland wind-frost face.
He leaned on a staff with a skeleton at the top, and his steps towards the center of the theater were the ancient nobleness and a calmness unique to the barbarian kings.
When he spoke, his unique heavy accent, Gothic immediately showed his identity as a native warrior of the Goris, and also made the worried Dantioc feel relieved again when he felt relieved.
"I, the storm prophet of the Borjikin Ogedei clan, Tarihutai Yesuge, have something to say about it."
It was obvious that Yesuge was as wise and action-oriented as his father promised, because Dantioc saw the other eleven figures of power armor standing up from all over the venue and beginning toward Yesuge, each holding a staff and covering his psionic hood on his head and shoulders. Several of these people, especially gorgeous armor with extra decorations, show that they are the chief think tanks of their respective legions.
Dantioc identified the logos on these power armors in the rear, and he recognized the legion emblems of the Dark Angel, the Midnight Lord, the Extreme Warrior, the Word Bearer, the Salamander and the Alpha.
"He really did it, my goodness, I want to confess to you, Father. Because I thought privately that we should choose the Promes chief think tank of the Extreme Warrior or the Ericas chief think tank of the Dark Angel."
"He should have done it. Although Chagatai was sent away, Yesuga is not an ordinary person. As a Primrose, my meeting and support attitude will only make him do better." The Lord of Steel replied, "But obviously the Holy Blood Angels have different opinions on this."
After this reminder, Danti Oak noticed that although the Holy Blood Angel's red power armor was among them, the man did not wear a psionic hood. Obviously, San Gilles, who was sitting next to the emperor on the high platform, also smiled slightly bitterly and bowed to the emperor to apologize.
"Who is that?"
"Nasil Amit." There was a strange smell in the Lord of Steel's voice, "Well... Soltarn, follow him and see if we can take him with him when we leave." Dantioc looked at his father calmly as if he had just said something good weather.
At this time, the speech of the Storm Prophet was coming to an end, and he was giving a final summary of his speech.
"...All weapons, regardless of flames, bombs, are weapons. If we conquer and open borders, we will be like a craftsman who wants to do it well, we must first sharpen their weapons. If the weapon is rough and sloppy like a person who is unrestrained, it will harm others and yourself. Lord Motarian has made it clear before. However, which one is more dangerous if a well-trained or an ignorant? Force must be guided on the right path, and evil iron must be forged thousands of times, and then cast shapes. Without rules, it will not be able to form a square or a circumference. Once it can be achieved, it will be a magic weapon and a sharp weapon, and it will be a better job of craftsmanship."
"If all those who are spiritually wise are evil and make a conclusion, then forget the dependence of the empire. Those who have no star language are isolated in all realms; those who have no navigation will be difficult to cross the Milky Way. How can those who question the original Magnus, how can they question the emperor's court? This matter must not be judged lightly, nor can they be judged absolutely. Otherwise, this short-sighted act will bring great misfortune. I swear with this stick, and all my words are true. If anyone doubts me, I would like to meet him."
The most terrifying part of Yesuge's final speech made the audience in the theater say a few seconds.
Then, it was like someone dripping a drop of ice water into the boiling oil pan.
With a "buzz", angry shouts, panic talk and other voices suddenly filled the entire theater's sky.
"Throne, he is even bolder than I thought. Look, even those think tanks are looking at him in panic!" Dantioc exclaimed, "He is too bold..."
"Not good...!" The Lord of Steel suddenly stood up at this time.
"Sir?"
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The imperial guards rushed off the platform under the order of Valdo, and a group of beautiful and tall figures of silent nuns loomed in the shadows of the box on the edge of the theater.
"Bold madman! I'll talk to the Lord of Humanity! Take him down!"
The Storm Prophet calmed down in this chaos and shouted the last sentence.
"What I say is that there is a Primordial here to support it!"
The venue was silent for another second as if the stationary button was pressed.
Then a greater noise burst.
Almost all of the people in the pyramid-shaped stands showed frowning or unexpected expressions.
Some of the oldest family members of Terra nobles have begun to quietly slip into the passage behind the seat under the cover of their entourage.
Dantioc didn't dare to turn around and look around him.
Their space is now audible, and a terrible invisible thing is squeezing the lungs of the war blacksmith, which makes him feel truly suffocated.
"Ah, damn it."
Finally, a half annoyed and half self-deprecating smile appeared in the voice of the Lord of Steel, breaking the terrifying silence.
Dantioc couldn't tell whether he was really angry or that crazy and lazy.
"Horus personally came forward to tell Chagatai not to come to Nikea, it really makes sense... This group of people cannot control the white scars, and no one can really control the white scars. I really can't."
He chuckled again, "However, he is worthy of being a man who was plundered by Khan to give to Tarihutai Yesugai's name, and a young man who took a sip of the god's wine and put down his glass when he was still a mortal. It is true that those who can sit down and hold on for a while cannot be ordinary people."
God? Oh my god, my father is so crazy, talking about the gods at the gang that wiped out witchcraft, Lord? Who is it? What seat do you want to take?
These words from the crazy words that once lost in the cold and cruelty and now the most noble mad prophets' lips made Dantioc's faithful heart suck.
But now is not the time to consider this.
"What should we do now? Father?"
Dantioc had already grasped his weapon tightly, and Soltaan's body was quickly switching between the boiling lava and the legion warriors, only the pair of eyes were still blue - Dantioc had no time to take care of his changes at this time, as long as it could be useful next, it would be fine.
Their Gene Father snorted.
"What else can I do? Of course I will go out and face it at this time, otherwise, would I hug myself in my own castle and be self-pitying for ten thousand years?"
Somewhere there was a roar of anger and shame.
So when everyone thought the chief storm prophet with white scars was talking wildly because he was unwilling to face reality, the black marble ground suddenly boiled.
The Imperial Marshal immediately frowned and asked a few words in a low voice in the direction of the Silent Nuns, but the reply he received made his brow frown even tighter.
The elements inside the planet are reconstructing here, just like someone driving a black car appears from the depths of the stars.
The silver-gray armor, yellow-black stripes and silver skull mask insignia of the Lord of Steel and his two descendants were shining with the glimmer of the pink sky above the Nikea amphitheater, but only the glory of the lights reflected on his armor.
"—Yesu should be right, it's not that there is no Primarch who believes that the judgment of this matter should not be so hasty and...absolute."
The gene primordial of the Fourth Legion straightened his spine, smiling and raised his face in the eyes of his brothers who were extremely shocked or immediately disgusted (this action attracted a very frightened mass inhalation, and the oxygen content of the air instantly dropped).
"What do you think? - 'Human Emperor'."
(This chapter ends)