Chapter 169 Construction Site Superstition
After discussing the construction of the Wall of Tears, Angron and his compatriots began to discuss the new laws of Desia.
This part of the content may seem complicated and difficult to the parties involved, and it contains many balances between morality and rationality, creeds and compromises, but for onlookers-especially a person who has seen all the human data With thousands of years of laws ranging from simple to complex, and for those who have participated in several legal professional qualification examinations, the rather simple laws of the gladiators have little value in listening carefully.
Before Morse could yawn for the first time of the day, someone poked his arm with a slight force.
"Morse," Magnus's eyes lit up, reactivated from his sluggish state by the new idea, "Are my descendants in Nuceria? I have an idea, I I thought of a new topic! ”
"Wow, another new topic." Morse said, "Green skin related?"
"No," Magnus shook his head excitedly, "They are a disaster, teach Brother I won't care about them anymore!"
"Is it related to the lemon that the Mechanicus restored to a cherry tomato last time?" Morse said, "You can try. "Test, I have some understanding of your control over experimental safety."
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Azhak Ahriman was summoned to the Iron Blood after his name was announced to the whole ship. Hall of Twelve People, and learned that when Rogal Dorn was alone with Perturabo again, he was already prepared for the experience he was about to encounter thanks to the experience left over from the last time in the Inwit Snowfield. Mental preparation - nothing more than pretending not to see Rogal Dorn and Perturabo's new quarrel, being an on-call referee for them, arriving and leaving at the right time.
He put on his helmet in advance outside the designated hatch to hide his expression, shouted a report and entered the room.
The floor of the entire room has been replaced by sand. There is a small wall on both sides of the floor, and an excessive number of people gathered around an iron square table.
In the porthole with the reddish-brown Nuceria as the background, if it is reasonable for the shadow of the black-clad craftsman to appear here, then the man can be distinguished from the background color only by his white background and blue border. The tall red projection was completely beyond his expectation.
He instantly regretted why he had come here wearing a helmet, isolating his face from Magnus's rare gaze.
"Father," Ahriman said, "Lord Perturabo, Lord Rogal Dorn, Artisan Morse, Azhak Ahriman report for duty."
Several Primarchs nodded to him and said nothing more. Even though they were just sitting around the round table, they were taller than Ahriman. There is also a gold skull ornament held up by the hand on the table, reflecting the cold luster of the material universe, and it has no function.
This solemn atmosphere, which Ahriman had not expected, began to make Ahriman's legs contract their muscles in the power armor uneasily.
Ahriman was very happy to see Haco, the first warsmith of the Iron Warriors, here - he had no personal relationship with this overly dedicated and sometimes gruff officer, but there was another man known for his stubbornness and determination. The famous legionnaire cousin was here, and his awkwardness was immediately taken away by more than half.
Harco solemnly laid the last row of bricks and bowed to Perturabo.
Perturabo pointed to the wall, which was about the height of a mortal man. He looked particularly unhappy today, and the shadows on several lines on his face were particularly thick, which raised the pressure in the entire room: "Donne, this is your wall today."
Dorn's expression was as unchanging as a carved stone sculpture: "Okay."
Perturabo moved back his outstretched hand and pressed his broad fingers on the top of the brick wall beside him: "This is My wall."
"Okay," said Don.
The craftsman in black tilted his head and looked forward with a smile on his face. In the projection, his hands were blocked by a stack of documents, and you couldn't see what he was doing, but from the movement of his arm muscles, you could feel that he seemed to be carrying something light and small, and he was shaking it around casually. .
"Ahriman?" Magnus pointed at him. The red giant's expression rarely highlighted the full majesty of the original body, and the downward corners of his mouth contained some dissatisfaction with being provoked.
Ahriman, who didn't understand what these emperor's children were going to do in such a solemn atmosphere, immediately raised his head: "I'm here, father."
"How is your etheric consciousness doing in the comparison task?" Genus asked.
Ahriman's heart tightened and he began to regret that he had wasted too much time in the Black Crow School's supine meditation and relaxation training.
“I still have some difficulties that need to be solved,” Ahriman said. “I can understand the theoretical knowledge, but in practical application I have been encountering various trivial problems.”
< br> "I remember I told you three months ago that I hope you can end this subject." Magnus said slightly reproachfully, and there was a flash of reflection on the monocle. "This is not a complex project."
"I'm very sorry, father." Ahriman said uneasily, trying hard to calculate how much progress he lacked in his mind, "I can... next month, I can finish this project."
"None "Azhak Ahriman." Perturabo spoke, "Magnus will guide you through the experimental part of our new topic today."
"I understand your abilities," Ma. Genus said, "You are the person who represents the extension of my psychic power on the Iron Blood, so you can use my theory to show the results of my project to Rogal Dorn, who does not admit the truth without seeing the facts."
"You have presented me with a questionable theory, Magnus." Rogal Dorn was neither happy nor angry, and sometimes he was so calm that it was doubtful whether he really understood human emotions. It can fluctuate greatly. "I cannot promote your construction plan without conclusive proof."
"Okay, father." Ahriman said bravely, and began to communicate with the ethereal ocean to prepare for the next task . "What do I need to do?"
"Oh, that's right." Morse took his hand out from behind the cover of the book, "Let me explain the matter as non-subjectively as possible. First of all, Angron, the Primarch of Nuceria, came from After getting some inspiration from the Wailing Wall in Olympia, I decided to embed the slave owner into the local wall."
"After your father Magnus learned about this, he had an idea and spread it in Olympia as the Wailing Wall itself. The long history of multiple legends provides a breakthrough for conjecture, proposing a theory that the souls of these slave owners can be completely processed through a series of filters after death, so that they can truly be used as ritual materials, while also avoiding the aggregation of negative emotional projections. "Potential adverse effects."
"After hearing this theory, Roger Dorn believed that since there was a danger, he would directly deal with the high-level riders harmlessly, such as executing them efficiently in batches without leaving any traces. There are hidden dangers, so much so that there is a supernatural story about the building being unable to suppress the ghosts of sacrificed souls on the foundation, causing the tragedy to break out."
"But our Perturabo insists on announcing the bloody legend of the Wailing Wall in Olympia, which is completely false. The ancient Olympians blindly believed in some authoritative legends and superstitious phenomena of gods and ghosts. There may have been incidents of human sacrifice at construction sites, but the subsequent horrific legends were completely nonsense. In short, he supported Angron. A verdict for the High Riders, but take your father's plans with a grain of salt."
"Yes," said Dorn, easily the first to break the silence of the place - Warsmith Harco. It cannot be counted, he has never been silent, he is just a cold iron pillar. "Whether such superstitions are true or not, we can avoid hidden dangers."
"You are only leaving a greater hidden danger, Dorne." Perturabo immediately shot back. "You can't promise mortals a way to express their hatred and then take it back."
Magnus looked up from the simulated building on the sand table: "This is not superstition, this is recorded in countless classics No matter what, we must try it to prevent similar crises in the future!"
"You are tempted by the practicality of this kind of sacrifice, Magnus. explain.
"Oh, I am tempted by the significance of the research itself." Magnus retorted, "Why should I be tempted by the practicality of the construction site ritual?" The two Primarchs looked at him together.
"Because engineering is the foundation of all great ideas," Perturabo said, Rogal Dorn nodding beside him.
Magnus tightened his shoulders at the sudden unified attack of the two men. Before he could start to argue about the need to defend theoretical research, Morse made a particularly clear sound. Yawning, making sure everyone heard him.
"Does anyone still remember that you had a new brother waiting on the surface of Nuceria to get the building plans?" Morse said.
The three Primarchs looked at each other. "Remember," Dawn said.
Magnus glared at the two brothers indifferently, because one was completely denying his project, and the other unintentionally presupposed that his experiment was based on superstition when he accused Dorn. premise.
The red giant looked at his heir. Only Ahriman, a wise and reliable man, could make him feel happy now.
“Ahriman, what I need you to do is to inject the purified residual soul energy into the wall at Perturabo’s hand. After that, Rogal Dorn and Perturabo will respectively inject the energy into the wall on the opposite side. The wall attacks, completing the comparison. "Now, listen to me."
The image of Morse looked on without saying a word, nodding slightly with a smile. His gaze does bring an inexplicable sense of security to those present, although Morse has yet to explain the means by which he will ensure that potential accidents do not occur.
Ahriman closed his eyes obediently and handed over the guidance to Magnus.
"Ascend to the lower state of mind, focus on the will wrapped around you, and pursue the remnants of the powerful will that was lost in your hands. For the time being, we use this tiny simulation instead of the real dead resentful soul to complete a ritual."
Ahriman reluctantly detached himself from the powerful etheric aura of the Primarch present and concentrated more on his own spirituality.
As a prophet of the Black Crow School who serves as a legion communication warrior, and a rare Space Marine among the Iron Warriors who is familiar with half of the Kumon system, he has not killed many enemies with his own hands, but the number of kills has Enemies with strong will are fewer in number.
He maintains a state of connection with the ether and traces the remnants of the soul during death through the traces left by ritual concepts. This is a bit like finding fragments of the enemy and his own spiritual energy in the soul. A crystal formed by melting together.
This took some time and was a new endeavor for everyone present. Magnus was always patiently guiding his actions through words.
Soon after, some vague fragments of damaged souls that were about to dissipate finally gathered in his palms. He could vaguely feel the restlessness and high-pitched emotions remaining in these broken souls. After he told Magnus about this phenomenon, it was Morse who answered him.
"Don't touch it," said the craftsman, who seemed to know more than Magnus, "don't try to filter it, it's beyond your ability. Direct it into the wall here."
< br>Ahriman pushed the debris into the wall on Perturabo's side, and the wall made of pure masonry and mortar suddenly flashed with a crackling photoelectric effect. His genetic father calmly looked through the projection, but did not give the next instruction for a long time. His lips moved slightly, mentally calculating his next move.
"What's the problem?" Rogal Dorn asked, probably without any hint of sarcasm.
"No problem, it's done." Morse leaned forward, his eyes sliding over a certain point in front of him, "Although all of you have forgotten that Azhak Ahriman killed him last time When and where was the opponent strong enough to leave the remnants of consciousness - including me, I actually forgot about it before, I'm really ashamed, but we happen to be able to test another thing today."
Perturabo. With a cold snort, he picked up the Astartes storm bolter on the ground. After looking at each other with Dorn, they unanimously pointed the gun at the opposite wall. Ahriman looked at him in surprise and numbness as he had expected. Start emptying the magazine against the opponent's wall.
After a well-coordinated and precise attack on the weak point of the wall, the two walls collapsed at the same time.
Perturabo finally had a little joy on his face: "I said the ghosts of the Wailing Wall that will never collapse are just rumors from the old night, and human sacrifice at the construction site will not take effect without a complete set of rituals. ."
Behind him, War Blacksmith Haco seemed to stand up straighter.
"But we have yet to verify the effects of the ritual." Dorn lowered the bolter to the ground.
"Yes, Dorn is right..." Magnus was mid-sentence, when his eyes suddenly widened, and red dots of changing colors danced in his eyes. "It really works, look!"
The two Primarchs at the scene bowed their heads and approached dubiously at Magnus's confident tone.
On the ground paved with sand, a hazy and colorful image gradually emerged above the broken wall that had been infused with broken will. It seemed that some mysterious and magical energy entity was being reborn. , will bring some magical transformation to the world.
"Is this really useful?" Perturabo asked in a low voice, leaning a little closer to the floating image, "Just with this simple..."
Suddenly Suddenly, the energy entity suddenly condensed and collapsed into a green brain case. It opened its mouth with illusory teeth that emitted golden light and began to laugh. Perturabo was so shocked that he leaned back: "What!"
< br>This afterimage that did not contain much power appeared for an instant and then dissipated immediately, leaving only the cheerful and savage screams that still echoed in the room, and the three Primarchs with their eyes wide open.
"Why the greenskins again!" Perturabo roared suddenly, as if he had accumulated wild anger against the greenskins in an unknown place.
And Magnus's originally exciting spirit suddenly slumped, and a dullness that was strongly shocked lingered on his copper-like and beautiful face, as if he had been green when no one knew it. Skin deep blow.
“Oh.” Dorn uttered a syllable. "It was that time."
"Yes, I..." Ahriman finally confirmed a fact that frightened him, "The last time he killed a powerful enough opponent, he probably...followed the Primarch. Rogal Dorn is hunting the greenskin orcs outside Invite..."
Magnus let out a low scream from his throat: "No, I am here by myself. While experimenting, Ahriman, sterilize this thing, now, immediately! As if what happened today did not happen, brothers, whether it is a superstitious product of the construction site or a dangerous ancient witchcraft, wait until I come up with the results, not the green skin, Greenskins have absolutely nothing to do with my future plans..."
"No, Magnus. I think there is someone here who is very interested in your new discovery." Morse said, turning on the camera on his desk. When the image turned to the opposite side of Morse, his vague smile and the direction of his eyes during this conversation were explained.
The Human Emperor sat quietly in the golden chair, nodding slightly towards Magnus.
The moment he appeared, the two Astartes present knelt down at the same time, pure awe and emotion taking over their bodies and minds.
"Magnus and Perturabo stay," the Emperor said, "I need to discuss with you how to deal with some alien races after the cooperation ends. Rogal Dorn, led by two Al Stater left."
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