Chapter 214 The Battle of Macragge (0)
I am Alpharius - this is a lie.
If you want to believe it, ma'am, I can tell you my story, because you're not listening.
I don’t remember my origins. Even a life as extraordinary as mine does not know what kind of existence I am before I open my eyes, take birth form, and leave the place where I was born.
I only remember those vague fragments and disappointing impressions, those dim and dark fragments, the hazy music wandering in the endless swirling world of brilliance, and the only eternal shining one, inhabiting all things The shining end above.
He gave a part of it to me, giving me birth out of void and darkness. I was so lost after He left.
I should have woken up some night or day when the weather was cold enough for water to condense.
I knew my name. Some kind of being handed it to me, so I said my name silently to myself. When I mention it, I don't feel any sense of commitment or high praise. I just acquired it, a convenient title, a given end.
I sat there and smelled the smell of industrial pollution. The complex smell of man-made chemicals burned my airways, but not enough to hurt me. I recognized the debris around me, the extended pipes, the intertwined pieces of broken iron, the discarded light signs pressing against the metal limbs in the potholes.
I stood up and looked at my body, from my palms and arms to my torso and legs. I realized that my body shape was taller and more complete than I had thought. If a more accurate word were to be used, I would have chosen cold and pale.
I shook off the garbage residue in the pothole and stood among the waste paper boxes soaked with toxic liquids, rusty metal plates, large amounts of discarded carbon fiber, expired medicines, plastics, damaged clothes dryers, used fluorescent lamps and surveillance cameras. The top of the screen piled up, letting the gorgeous darkness fall on my body.
Looking at the dazzling multi-colored lights in the distance and the planetary transit space stations across the sky, I know that countless short-distance aircraft and shuttles once operated extremely busy and ineffectively, transporting medicine and food between the stars and the atmosphere. , weapons and clothing. Now all transportation has been stopped, and I am the only living person in this area, born amidst the accumulation of fermented industrial waste that is enough to completely destroy the physiological health of an ordinary human being in seconds.
At this moment, I suddenly felt that the place where I was symbolized some kind of expanded silence, the darkness in the beauty, and the end in the brilliance. I understood the purpose for which I was created, and, for the first time, I began to doubt it.
In addition, I also know that I have the ability to use the simplest navigation device to guide ships to make short-distance subspace jumps. Amazingly, I knew it before I experienced any practice.
Some rodents came close, lingering on the edge of the garbage pit. They search for wealth in abandoned potholes, and more desperation enough to sustain their lives. I approached them, killed them, and stepped naked into the deserted city before me, knowing that my journey had begun.
The child raised his head and saw the aircraft landing and the golden giant landing on the ground. All the scavengers fell to the ground instantly with the impact of a force, like a wall of garbage being kicked down. The giant calls the child his son, expressing his surprise and trying to make him ignore the giant's attempt to conceal his presence by killing all passers-by in an instant. The first answer He inadvertently gave that child was to keep it a secret, no matter the cost.
I guess that didn't give that kid enough peace of mind, of course, no doubt about it.
Anyway, madam, the enemy is coming. They were so familiar to me, and I was not carrying my weapon, Sarris Anata, and in the original plan, all this fighting was not supposed to break out. Anyway, we have to head to the next cave to hide.
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“Have no regard for me, my brother. Kill our enemies.”
Robert Guilliman said that the dagger worked seamlessly with the bolt gun in his hands. His martial arts were based on superb technical training and complex rational calculations. The silver light reflected during the attack had a carefully controlled and regular rhythm.
"The moment they choose to betray, death will be Macragge's only sentence for them."
"You are angry, Robert," said Perturabo.
His hand cannon is too powerful for a mortal soldier, enough to blow an individual under fire everywhere. The same goes for his warhammer, the difference being the way the dead are spread out on the ground. So Perturabo is currently using a mortal sword he picked up casually. The thing is like an insignificant little toy in his hand, but fortunately it is deadly enough.
When his small sword passed through the chest of a soldier, Perturabo immediately felt that the touch was different from ordinary people. The hand cannon linked by neural cables fired immediately at the moment the thought appeared, hitting the soldier's upper body directly, but it did not have the desired effect.
The camouflage film of human skin color and its armor were completely torn apart, and what was exposed to the air was a lump of yellow flesh with deep purple stripes. It was once bound by the shell into a human image, and in just a few breaths It quickly expanded back to its original ugly image, and the transparent hollow sac on its back bulged, revealing a human head hidden inside.
"What is that!" Robert yelled.
"The alien that your father Konno said." Perturabo quickly understood the existence of the biological structure, a biotechnology product that was half a porter and half a combat machine. The transparent cavity is obviously an efficient storage tool, and it seems that the owner it serves has a need for human heads. "This rebellion is not just the result of human greed. The assistance of external forces has given the fools the arrogant courage."
He leaned back, close to Robert's back, in order to include several fleeing soldiers. Hand cannon firing range. After a roar, Perturabo asked: "Continue to the Senate?"
Robert gritted his teeth: "Yes. We must convene a Senate meeting to stabilize the overall situation, end the riots on the planet, and suppress other The faction that is ready to move declares the victory of the Connaught family and reveals our position to the shadows in the dark.”
"Okay," said Perturabo. "So you know that the political situation in Macragge is unstable."
"I thought..." Robert Guilliman swallowed his words and drove the surging emotions to the edge of his brain, "I know Gloria So many years."
"Fight on, my brother," said Perturabo. "I have made the same mistake as you. At least you can be sure that Conor will not be in Morse. Something happened under the guard."
"Who is he?" Robert couldn't help but ask, "How much does he know?"
Perturabo ran beside Robert. Run through the city and shoot at your enemies.
The number of bullets Robert Guilliman used proved that he was far angrier than he let on, subconsciously observing all the hidden corners and darkened windows as he advanced, Perturabo guessed he couldn't help but To find traces of Tarasha Yuton.
"He is trustworthy, that's the only thing I know for sure." Perturabo said.
——I smell the scent of a brother, blood and cruelty. He led his team to land in this neighborhood, searching for our enemies with such vigorous and swift posture, like a group of well-trained hounds, given the name that only human warriors can use.
Angron. I knew nothing about him other than that he had just returned to the Legion, and I hated the lack of information.
His appearance should have surprised me, even displeased me. But my humility is leading me to admit that I am grateful for his unexpected arrival.
If he didn't show up, I might have to find a way to take you to fight, madam.
If you are irreparably injured as a result, it will be a failure that I cannot accept. It is not difficult to imagine the eternal rift that this failure will leave in the role I need to play. Alpharius will Coming into this ending world with an unforgivable stain. I will live up to Malcador's permission and the Emperor's observation.
It all started with a test, madam, or my free help.
Without some strong enough catalyst, the dissenting voices in the Macragge Senate will forever be unfired bullets in the barrel, and I just want to keep the crisis under control. Afterwards, I will depart, leaving the crowning honors to Roboute Guilliman. No one will ever know that I've been to Macragge.
That should have been a successful exercise, right? I remember Konstantin Waldo named it Game of Blood.
I made mistakes. The hand that induces rebellion is stretched out by maggots. Schloss people. This is their name.
Listen, the sound of their fighting is just outside the room where we are hiding. The ax split open the disgusting bodies of the worms, and the spears pierced them one by one and nailed them to the wall. I heard the hiss of liquids dripping onto the ground that were strong enough to corrode steel armor. Even my skin would be damaged by this level of corrosion.
In Basafor, I was chased by them, and the intelligence network I established was invaded by them. That was my first unknown failure.
I thought I was getting rid of them, leaving these alien creatures that were invading the human world in their dark and eerie disc aircraft thousands of light years away. I don't. They hide among my subordinates, like insects parasitic on the backs of healthy species, sucking flesh and blood and injecting anesthesia to hide their evil deeds.
This isn't the first time they've taken advantage of human civil unrest for their own benefit, and I don't understand why they do what they do. I couldn't understand their minds, couldn't decipher their logic, struggled against their endless patience, and the only thing I was sure of was that they allowed my mistakes to rise to the surface of the world.
I heard just outside this wall, the sound of fighting was fading, the roar of chain saws and the explosion of grenades gradually stopped. Fortunately, these aliens underestimated the power of the Empire. After all, the human regimes they had easily overthrown were too weak and vulnerable compared to the Emperor's Human Empire. Angron is destroying it all.
Wait a minute, ma'am. Once Angron has vanquished the aliens that hinder our progress, I will lead you to the next safe place. Operating in stealth is my gift, and we will get through this crisis safely. I guarantee that you will emerge from the Council Chamber unscathed, and I will leave on the next merchant ship, and I will use my gift to guide navigators until I find those magical entrances...
< br>The heavy ax suddenly cut through the wall. I turned over and fell down, my heart beating violently. Bricks rumbled above my head, the brass gladiator's armor crafted by the Adeptus Mechanicus accentuating its majesty and enormity in the dusk light, a tidal sound rising and falling from the joints of the armor with every movement of the Primarch. , the whole world seemed to be shaken.
His precise next blow proved that his act of breaking down the wall was not a test. I rolled on the spot to avoid the blow, dexterously imitating the panic moves of a mortal, which made me look horrified: "Sir, I am not a traitor!"
Seriously speaking, we are all Primarchs. Even if I am not wearing armor and my weapon is away from me, we should have the equal strength to fight. But there is no need for me to break away from my role and rashly expose my...
Angron’s laughing voice was like the collapse of rocks: “I can’t hear your emotions clearly, pretender! Before you confess your identity Come forward and pay the price for your actions!”
Angron’s battle ax struck in an instant, the whistling wind mixed with the hot breath that could shatter the earth and stone, and each heavy attack struck. On top of the beat of a heartbeat. His smile was almost a sneer, and my avoidance could be described as embarrassing, not to mention that I had to be distracted by the life and death of Tarasha Yuton.
The power I was once proud of was shattered under the slashing of another Primarch blessed by a battle armor. My speed and agility had nowhere to display in the limited space. I was trapped in the safe house I had prepared, fretting over why I had reinforced the walls to the point of being so impenetrable.
I thought with unprecedented anxiety about how I was going to escape from an adult Primarch, and tried my best to find every opportunity I could.
Even when I was far away from the human empire, relying on extremely limited resources to fight against pirates, aliens, and political regimes that retained technological relics, and developing my own power with nothing, I had never encountered such an unequal and inescapable struggle. .
Finally, I was hit in the front by the suddenly twisted ax back, and my body hit the wall behind me. My internal organs were in pain and my leg bones were cracking.
I know it's time to stop. I cannot die today, before I have fought to the best of my ability across the stars and fulfilled my destiny, before my talents are realized, before I die with shameful failure before the Imperium gets a full Shadowblade.
"Stop!" I yelled, "Stop!"
The ax was pointed at my ear. If I had hair, a bunch of hair must have been chopped off. . Angron's scarred face approached me, his brass eyes filled with terrible pressure.
I gasped, but there was still one thing I didn't understand. How was I found?
Then I saw a figure in black robe walking beside Angron. I was shocked to find that I had met him.
We met once in the market a month ago, and I immediately remembered every word he said at that time, "secret police", he mentioned this word. Did he already recognize me then? There is absolutely no reason for that.
"Who are you!" Angron roared.
"I am Alpharius!" I said quickly.
The man in black robe approached me and stared at my face, thoughtfully.
Then he said: "This is a lie."
Slaugth, the space worm man, is directly transliterated here because there is no unified translation.
(End of this chapter)