Chapter 218 Many Primarchs
Among the Emperor's descendants, Leman Russ was almost one of the first demigods to return to Terra.
However, compared to Perturabo of Olympia, Leman Russ's closeness to the other brothers is in stark contrast to the extremes. While the Primarch Perturabo was taking back his brothers one after another, Leman Russ led his wolf pack alone to bring the oath of the Sky Eagle to the Emperor of Mankind in the distant galaxy. , with a winter-like ending.
This is not an isolated case. In fact, Imperial scholars often speculate that the Emperor's demigod descendants may not all know each other as well as their mortal brothers and sisters. ——"Leman Russ: Hunting for Winter and Death"
"It's time for you to return to Terra, Omegon." Morse casually opened the heavy oak door and stood against the wall. . "The Emperor has called for someone to pick you up."
"I know." Omegon said coldly.
At the moment he spoke, his image suddenly emerged clearly and clearly from the background inside the prison, even though he had been sitting here from beginning to end without moving at all. This was undoubtedly a gift that belonged to the Primarch and his twin brother: almost no one could detect his presence unless he wanted to.
"Why don't you act happier?" Morse asked, "You are about to see the Creator you have missed for decades. Don't tell me that you predicted that the food in the Terra Palace would not be as good as Markkula's "Good prison meal."
Omegon said nothing, staring at Morse's pale face with his blue-green eyes.
Even though Guilliman was extremely angry at Omegon's influence in the chaos of Macragge, the tolerant Lord of Macragge still chose to give Omegon certain preferential treatment.
His prison cell was chosen to be a remote noble manor that had been abandoned after the political changes. He was provided with a regular diet equivalent to that of the average Macragge citizen, and other than being prohibited from leaving the manor, Omegon was not subject to strict actions. limit.
Robert Guilliman only expressed his vengeance in two rather loose forms.
First of all, this manor was strictly sealed by Morse using his spiritual power. No one could enter or leave except Morse himself - and for Omegon, compared to this month, Treating Morse as the only communication partner would be worse than having no one interact with this Primarch No. 20 who attaches great importance to intelligence and communications.
Secondly, Robert Guilliman carefully considered every word and wrote a long letter. At the beginning of the letter, he expressed his infinite confidence and yearning for the empire with long continuous sentences and emotional words, and then continued with humility and politeness. The polite words mentioned his thoughts about Macragge and the father-son relationship that he couldn't bear to express to the Emperor, and with a light tone like a dragonfly touching the water or a hummingbird passing over the flowers and leaves, he mentioned Omega twice without leaving any trace. For the unreasonable troubles he caused and the damage caused to the harmonious life of the people of Macragge, the words finally turned around and returned to his heartfelt longing for the empire.
After Guilliman finished writing the long letter, he went to several brothers to read it.
Perturabo kindly reminded Robert Guilliman that he should give Malcador an extra revision book; Rogal Dorn asked Guilliman why he didn't criticize Omegon directly so as to save the astropaths' workload; An Gronn stared at the complex hidden lines behind the words and the unique language codes of the upper-class dignitaries, euphemistically indicating that he was just a Nucerian warrior and could do nothing about such important matters.
"Okay, primarch. Compared to Macragge, the food in the palace still significantly outperforms in variety. I hope you are not really worried about this." Morse said.
"Who are you?" Omegon suddenly spoke. "Who do you serve? The Lord of Mankind, the Prime Minister of the Empire, or some other power?"
"I serve the most absurd dream in human history, the Primarch." Morse replied leisurely, The stress clearly falls on the ruthless adjective in the sentence.
"I do not like confusing phrases," said the Primarch.
"Then you'd better hate yourself first, Omegon. To be honest, I'm starting to think that your twin brother is more lovable than you. His understanding of the world is a little clearer than you."
"He killed a Custodian. I didn't kill anyone important. I ensured the survival of Tarasha Yuton." Omegon said, "He was praised, and I was praised by my brothers. A humiliating imprisonment."
"Even if you try to provoke me, I won't tell you anything more." Morse smiled and gently broke Omegon's thoughts, "After all. I can't even tell what you want to ask. You are chasing a path that no one knows. You are proud of your secret mission. You have seen the profound Milky Way that no one else has seen, and you firmly believe in yourself that no one can understand. Noble. But now you still have to be carried back to Terra and scolded by Malcador and the Emperor."
Omegon looked away, his emotions under that cautious and cold face. Excellent concealment.
"I have the ability to return to Terra on my own," he said.
"You are talking about something that everyone knows, the original body."
Morse made a gesture of shaking hands, and the golden and blue light that has been surrounding the manor in recent days shone from all directions. Get up and return to his palm wrapped in black cloth.
"And I want to tell you something you don't know, that is, the person who picked you up is here. Unfortunately, that is one of your brothers, who has quick thinking, sharp intuition, and strong fighting ability. In front of him, you can neither glorify your failure in words, cover up the mistakes you made due to blindness and incompetence, nor defeat him with force, or escape from him. "
Omegon immediately. He stood up, but his reaction was not fast enough.
The sound of flying footsteps has already sounded in the corridor, the scabbard hits the buckle of the belt, the steel ring painted with runes and the cobblestone collide with each other, followed by heavy breathing, large The rubbing of thick fur and the heavy muffled sound of multiple canine creatures hitting the fragile wooden boards on the ground as they ran, as if giant beasts were rushing through the winter night, releasing the heat and urgency accumulated in their fur in the snowy field.
A few seconds later, the ajar door was slammed open, and two giant wolves, wrapped in the cold wind brought from the outside world, rushed toward Omegan. These two extraordinary creatures almost made Omegan unable to dodge.
A man much taller than Omegon appeared in the corridor. Because of his height, he had to bend down. His huge palms wrapped in dark brown leather armor were holding the hand that was too finely carved for him. The door frame peeks in silently, like a wild beast waiting for the opportunity to hunt in the lush background of snowfields and rocks.
"Let them leave me, Leman Russ." Omegon stopped getting rid of the two giant wolves of the Wolf King and let them bite his collar, forming a symbolic conflict that was greater than the actual binding force. bondage.
Leman Russ smiled. This is a subtle expression, different from the false intimacy revealed when a mortal smiles. The Wolf King's smile is more like a gesture combined with a fierce threat, a silent declaration and a grand indication that he has reached everyone's sight.
"Come here, Freki, Gri." The Wolf King said, staring at Omegon. The two wolves let go of Omegon and returned to their master, getting close to the wolf skin wrapped around Ruth's shoulders, just like dark clouds surrounding the snowy peaks, or the wilderness surrounding the glacial lake. Ruth laughed loudly at this.
"All Father sent me here to retrieve Alpharius." He stopped laughing, suppressed the sharp teeth he showed when laughing, and nodded briefly to Morse, "What do you think, Morse? ?”
“I think your Gothic accent is still so scary,” Morse said, “This short brother who looks like he wants to assassinate you is Alpharius.”< br>
The Wolf King laughed, and the sound was like a short roar. "Of course, the Sons of Fenris will look after him. Robert Guilliman, the brother whose name is too difficult to pronounce for the Fenrisians, invited me to stay here for two days. Before I could ask him, How's the drink here, Artisan?"
"I don't know, Wolf King. But there's not enough wine in Macragge to get you drunk."
——"Those jungles. ...Hiccup, the highland woodland of Asaheim is much colder than your pile of stones in Macragge! In the spring, the snow has dispersed a little, so don’t pile it up so much that you can bury ten heads and feet of Asta. When it's special, we go to the forest to catch some wild deer... bur... those mountains! Like wolf's teeth, they are piercing into the sky one by one. The storm surrounds the top of the mountain, so scary that people feel like there is a hole in the sky. Hole... our poet from Fenris! Hiccup..."
The Wolf King turned over from his chair, covered his mouth and held it in for a long time, then leaned back to regain his strength. Robert Guilliman handed him a glass of water, wondering whether he should thank Leman Russ for not vomiting in Macragge's quiet and elegant garden.
He began to regret being so stimulated by Russ's rhetoric that he decided to challenge the wolf's drinking capacity with Macragge's strongest wine.
“There are poets in Fenris?” Angron asked, unexpectedly feeling close to Russ at first sight.
"Yes!" Russ suddenly pulled himself back to the table, "Have you seen the Eldar? No? Oh my god! Hiccup... My wolf cub writes poetry... better than the Eldar. It’s a good thing! The sail blew the horn, and the snow in the ice field was redder than the rusty iron anchor..."
"The color of blood left behind after death is not the same as the color of rust..."
"Stop!" Russ shouted, "I know, I know... Dorne!"
>"I'm here," Rogal Dorn said.
What’s interesting is that the Seventh Primarch drank no less wine than Russ, but he was able to give others the illusion that he had not drank at all, or even drank at all. This may be attributed to his upright sitting posture, neat navy blue dress and the fearsome deep eye sockets of the golden skull placed in front of the table.
“Where’s Perturabo?” Russ slowly lay down on the table, his misty eyes filled with drunkenness, holding the golden cup and shaking it in his hand. He didn't smash any wine glasses to the ground today.
"He received a contact request." Robert Guilliman found an excuse to join the conversation, and his spirits were lifted. "I think Perturabo has official duties and has no time to participate in this event that is independent of the meaning of communication. Banquet..."
"I heard someone mention me." Perturabo walked steadily to the table holding a data tablet and sat down in the empty seat left for him by Robert.
His area was the cleanest small area on the huge marble tabletop covered with a large snow-white tablecloth. The rest of the area was miraculously evenly smeared with wine stains and stains by Ruth alone. Grease from grilling meat.
"I heard Russ's voice again." A voice came from the communication channel maintained by the data board, brisk and cheerful, "And Rogal Dorn, Angron. The rest. The one below, are you Robert Guilliman?"
"I am." Guilliman was stunned for a moment, "Are you..."
"Magnus, the Primarch of the Fifteenth Legion." Magnus said cheerfully, "I finally came around your Ultramar, although this was mine when I sailed into the subspace channel. The psychic troopers caused unexpected interference with the navigator's observations...I haven't seen Perturabo for ten years!"
"Morse helped me get in touch with Magnus."Pei. Turabo spoke calmly and placed the data pad in the center of the round table, allowing Magnus's voice to reach everyone's ears evenly.
"I haven't seen you for ten years." Russ muttered inarticulately, "Counting you, Angron, Rogal Dorn, Robert Guilliman, I guess we We haven't seen each other for decades... Where did we come from? The last time we met was in the nursery! Why didn't anyone miss me? "
"Perturabo mentioned it to us. Over you, Leman Russ." Rogal Dorn cleared his brother's name.
"Oh?" Ruth raised his head and grinned, "How did you mention it?"
"It must be mentioning your two consecutive victories over the Emperor of Mankind in contests that pointed directly at the origin of desires necessary for human survival," Magnus announced triumphantly, "Am I right, Perturabo?"
Ruth smacked his lips.
"That's true." Perturabo said, glancing around the table where Leman Russ had swept away Macragge's classic food, without picking up the knife and fork. "Robert, this person who is speaking is Magnus the Red, one of the most powerful psykers in the galaxy whom I have told you about, and one of your brothers."
" Hello, Magnus," Robert said, unsure of his tone.
Unfortunately, he found that the image of Magnus he could imagine was based on Leman Russ's thick mane-like thick braids and the huge broadsword thrown to the ground. Until he met Leman Russ in person, he had never imagined that he would have a brother who looked... just like the mountain men of Illyrium.
"Oh, hello, Robert Guilliman," said Magnus. "It's incredible, Perturabo. I haven't met anyone in all this time, and you found three brothers all at once. Oh, and Alpharius."
"Oh, Magnus, do you expect Perturabo to be alone in the galaxy like you?" Russ said? Mixed with a thick smile.
"How did you slander me!" Magnus cried out angrily, "I'm happy for Perturabo!"
"I believe you are a trustworthy and generous person. Broad brother, Magnus." Rogal Dorn placed his hand on the golden skull, and the skull spoke modified words for Rogal Dorn in a mechanically synthesized voice. "Azhak Ahriman's psychic assistance to our expedition reflects part of your selfless character."
"Who is speaking?" Magnus asked hastily, "You still have Didn't you tell me that you had found the fifth brother, Perturabo?"
"No," said Dorn, releasing his hand from his skull and speaking in his own voice, "This is Perturabo's gift to me. To perfect my words."
"Oh, Perturabo gave you a gift." Magnus said, "I see..."
Ruth laughed: "Oh my God, Magnus ! Do you have wine there? Come drink with us, brother! "
"No, I will continue to do experiments in an hour to test the enchantment effect of psychic simulation on large weapons... ..." Magnus said, paused, "But the storage room should still have the wine that was replenished in the Gothic sector."
"Okay." Beau said, picking up his empty wine glass, "Is there any wine here that hasn't been consumed by Leman Russ, Robert?"
(End of this chapter)