Chapter 98 Eye of Magnus
If Tizca had not fallen into a situation full of blood and wailing at this time, how would the locals have welcomed the arrival of the fleet of the Emperor's Children?
First of all, they must raise their heads. Regardless of gender, age, status and identity, all Tizka people must raise their necks wearing simple gold ornaments from their town called the City of Light, and open their eyes. Their colorful eyes look up at truly glorious things like looking up at the high sun.
The air will be filled with the rumbling thunder of running engines, but people will cover it with cheers, gold and silver ribbons will be sprinkled from the tops of tall buildings, and iron boots will fall on the large square paved with white stones. In the center, there should be flowers thrown by the Tizka at the feet of the warriors.
At this moment, the two Primarchs will stride out from two directions. When the brothers embrace each other intimately, the maester's milky white robe and the Lord of the Legion's yellow, black and silver armor will be close to each other, showing the same identity. For the deep love between the emperor and his sons.
If this is the dawn when the night is still lingering, then the silver moonlight should dissipate when the two people's hugging hands leave each other's backs, and the brighter sun should rise from the end of the sky at this sacred moment. The brilliance indicates the grand promise of the Lord of Mankind for a future as magnificent as the dawn.
Tizka will happily bask in this noble sky light and join a great empire that is reviving.
However, Tizca greeted Perturabo with another face. This land offers the Iron Warriors night, chaos, a pure land of blood and scars and bones that will be drained - this is all Prospero has.
Perturabo stood cautiously by the window, observing Prospero from above.
All the data sent by the auspicious instruments are extremely pessimistic. All the data that can be detected confirm that this planet has become a nest of Devouring Bees, which can be used by beasts that can tear apart all living creatures. Terrifying arthropods and insect wings replaced deserts and oases, and launched a collective attack on Tizka from the entire planet. It was like an unconscious revenge, destroying the Tizka that had stopped them a thousand times, and killing those who once attacked it. Magnus retreated past them.
And Tizca has become an unknown nightmare like a black hole, and any detection method is limited to outside the boundaries of the city. No information can escape from the city, it's like time has independently stood still there.
"All weapon arrays have entered preheating, sir." His heir reminded dutifully, "Do you need to reload ammunition and prepare energy weapons?"
"This is my brother. Homeworld." Perturabo turned away from the window, no longer immersing himself in the visible destruction. "I ordered the preparation of weapons in order to deter the local residents."
But now Prospero no longer needs deterrence. It was hard for Perturabo to imagine what this deserted but beautiful and peaceful planet had gone through during the time he had been away. What he couldn't even imagine was what kind of disaster Magnus was experiencing in that undetectable city of light.
Before he was forced to leave the return fleet, the last time he saw Magnus was still crying in his hut, embarrassingly exposing the weak hesitation in the red giant's heart.
Now, the dark plot against the first brother he personally welcomed back has apparently been implemented. Can the weeping Magnus really survive this catastrophe safely?
Of course his descendants have also learned of Prospero's current situation. Not to mention deterrence, it is difficult to tell whether there are still local residents alive on this planet. It was through them that the military reports were delivered to Perturabo.
Defes asked: "So are weapons still needed now?"
"One day." Perturabo said, "After Prospero rotates for a week, if the situation remains unchanged , we used conventional firepower to conduct orbital bombing outside the city of Tizka, and then each of the 1st, 4th, and 5th battalions deployed half of the Astartes to follow me into Tizka."
First official visit to Pros. It was not a good idea for Perot to just knock on the door with his cannon, but Perturabo knew that rescuing Magnus was countless times more important than paying attention to etiquette.
"Prospero hurt my brother." He said coldly, "Even if she is Magnus's home planet, she cannot change her crime."
Defess immediately saluted, Communicate Perturabo's orders throughout the fleet.
Perturabo glanced at his wardrobe, briefly hoping that Morse would show up in time to tell him how Magnus was doing. He did not wait for the movement to come from the closet. The first thing to change was Prospero himself.
Perturabo watched as the entire planet rolled through a golden-red shock wave like a pebble falling into the water, and endless swarms of bees died in patches like weeds blown down by the wind. The iron-like solemn expression finally added real surprise and a kind of soft joy.
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Magnus sat against the wall on top of the ruins, looking up at the night sky.
He knew that in that fleet of iron-gray battleships, the intact Perturabo was standing by a certain window, looking down at the planet on the verge of destruction. He saw many unknown weapons attached to the ship. According to his understanding of Perturabo, what these weapons needed to destroy the half-dead Prospero was probably just two volleys.
"Morse?" said Magnus. "Yes, Perturabo is coming. Let me see, lasers, plasmas and missiles, macro cannons, lances and atomic torpedoes that don't look ready to fire," Morse said, identifying the lasers on Perturabo's fleet. It was the loot obtained from the Olympia moon where the Black Trial lived at that time, and now it has been put into actual combat.
"If you particularly like a certain one, I can tell Perturabo about the one with multiple launch points." He said, with a small amount of anticipation for that scene.
Magnus took a deep breath, but choked on the dust that filled the top of the pyramid. Regardless, the Primarch's turbulent heartbeat calmed down.
"Please tell Perturabo not to fire." Magnus said, the noble face of the original body showed rare solemnity, "I do not want there to be any ill will in the future about my home planet being destroyed by my brothers. Rumors are spreading."
"Well..." Morse said, "It's not urgent, Perturabo doesn't want to blow through the center of Prospero's earth right away. How do you solve the remaining Devouring Bee crisis on this planet and the remaining eight subspace energy furnaces that are ready to move?"
"Prospero is my home planet," Magnus said. , the curse rune that he had just laid the foundation for transformed into a golden-red light ball in his palm, "But she hurt my brother and became an enemy of my people."
He He clenched his fist, extinguished the golden light, and lowered his eyes. "I'm going to end everything here myself."
"Then you have to pay a little price," Mors replied. "Even if you are the Primarch, you cannot completely ignore the basic rules of using spells. As for what you should do, with your wisdom and creativity, Do you still need me to teach you a set of ready-made spells?"
Magnus nodded, and the ends of his burnt red hair trembled: "I know."
Mo. Else's remaining conscience allowed him to curb his sarcastic remarks. He sighed: "Do it, give your flesh and blood."
Magnus stood up from the ground, remembering for the last time the suffering that was being suffered in this once beautiful land. In the stagnant time and space, he saw people's silent shouts, waving arms, torn limbs and spilled blood. This fragmented and devastated place was solidified like a sculpture.
"How blind I was," Magnus murmured softly, "My eyes only stared at the light above, but never looked down at the disaster in the shadows."
A string of reassembled spells flowed from his mouth, and Magnus raised his hand and clasped his fingers on his trembling eyelids.
The order to tamper with reality was demanding reward from him, and the pain of swallowing the broken blade arose in his mouth.
The Primarch knew that this power demanded more.
Magnus felt the eyeball of his right eye rolling uneasily under his fingers, as if he were touching a concrete representation of crime. An oppressive force pressed against the surface of his eyelids, and his breathing slowed down after a quick burst.
Let's do it, he thought, breathing a sigh of relief, and then Magnus dug out his own eyeballs.
If both eyes still fail to see the folly committed, let go of the one eye that always stares blindly at the glory.
He did not shed tears or scream in pain, only the momentary stagnation of breathing. Even the speed of reciting the incantation did not change at all. Only solemn regret was added to his tone. In order to repay from today - Many years ago, he led the Devouring Bees to Tizca, and he enjoyed the aura of salvation that saved the city; and this disaster was caused by him. As Perturabo said, he no longer has the shame to call himself a hero. . Now, it's time for him to take responsibility.
Magnus was not a habitual sadist or masochist, but when he crushed the soft ball in his palm and exchanged the flowing blood for the cleansing of Prospero's land, he felt unprecedented relief from He was born out of pain.
Everything he saw - even though part of it was missing - was so clear. The golden and red waves rolled across the surface of Tizca, and the ferocious beasts were burned up in this invisible fire. Ashes are also destroyed.
The evil temples in the distance collapsed together, and the remaining eight colorful bird statues that had brought spiritual enlightenment to Tizca lost their power and disintegrated into dust haze. After starting it all, Magnus ended it.
The power of the curse carried his dedicated right eye to see all kinds of scenes from cities to wilderness, from deep valleys to mountains. Magnus knew that he would travel to Terra in a few days, and before that, he would see every inch of Prospero with his own eyes, down to the last detail.
(End of this chapter)