Chapter 237 Dance at Dusk
Perturabo was certain that the brother who was playing the role of warrior and god of murder in front of him was secretly conveying to him the hints hidden behind the lines of the play. More accurately, he believed that Bloody Kane was asking him for permission to help in the future.
Unfortunately, however, even without mentioning his ignorance of the Eldar mythology, he has not yet gotten rid of the Primarch, which is made of dozens of skins, sewn and ironed. The long coat brought him a spiritual shock.
From Magnus to Robert Guilliman, his blood relatives have different personalities and origins. However, even the most barbaric Leman Russ has never made the astonishing move of peeling off the abnormal rawhide, dipping it in alkali, splitting it, tanning and painting it, and making clothes for wearing.
"A thousand blades, I will forge." Perturabo responded, "No deception, no concealment."
His brother's dark eyes were dark, and he showed no joy even if he got the promise; his thin but strong fingers let go of Perturabo's neck, and the deep white marks remaining on the pads of his fingers proved that he had no intention of holding back. intensity.
"I await your achievements, my friend." Bloodhand Kane hissed hoarsely.
The singing and dancing of the troupe continued behind the scenes, the music was melodious, and the pre-configured hallucinogenic neurostimulating gas was spread invisible in the hall, matching the flashing luster and leaping sparks, as well as the original music in the banquet hall. The beaded rings, hairpins, and brocade clothes bring the hall into a hazy and dreamy background of bright stars.
Actors from different troupes sang high and low tunes, dancing like flames around the forged Vaal.
“A thousand stars and a craftsman, a hammer and a false blade freed the goddess of our tears, leaving only Kane who realized the truth too late. The God of Forging is just a broken promise. Man, intentional betrayal brings overwhelming hatred!”
Conrad Coates turned to the people outside the theater, walked striding between tables, leaned over and drew out a long sword, flipping it in his hand, and suddenly pointed the blade of the sword at half of the hall's spectators from top to bottom. One after another, the sword points are pointed directly at the fragile neck of the viewer, which is exposed beyond the gorgeous collar.
"Look at this mortal sword, fragile steel! Val has deceived me, Val has deceived Cain!" Cain shouted, "My revenge will last until the end! Tell me, you guys The humble heir who used the soul stone to converse with Isa, where is Val, the escaped forger?”
Conrad Curze’s eyes swept over the inconspicuous Asdubal in the crowd! ·Victor, he threw the long sword directly in the direction of Victor, the sharp blade whizzed past the ears of Victor who was standing still, and he sang loudly: "Kill me! Or be killed by me. Kill!"
"I'm here, Kane." Perturabo took up his part of the play.
Even though he had no ready-made scripts for reference, the plays he enjoyed at the Olympia Theater still gave him enough drama knowledge. He also grabbed a sword from the surrounding auditorium and held it in the palm of his metal frame, adapting to the strange balance caused by the missing middle finger.
"Our conflicts will end today." Perturabo said in a calm and low voice, "The past will be discussed in the future."
Kain turned his back to Val and sneered. "The future? Val, what you are talking about is far away and yet very close! The future is distorted and turbid, full of errors and unreasonable!"
Conrad Coates turned back to his tall body, The dark eyes did not blink: "Anaris at dawn, the thousandth blade that was never completed, now reappears in your palm! Although I am an evil god, why do you make trouble! Fight with me, God of Forging !”
The pause of the voice combined with the rise of the music, the members of the dancing troupe emerged from the dusk-like stage path and the blinding fog like a dream, like a red and blue storm. Pistols covered with ice blue crystals and sharp long knives danced in pairs in tacit understanding.
"Go back with me," said Perturabo.
The Primarch snorted coldly, his expression fixed on a kind of neurotic mockery. Suddenly, he started moving.
Perturabo's mechanical body took a step back, trying to deflect the sudden attack from the opposing Primarch. However, this mechanical creation was unable to match the basic qualities of his original body in all aspects. Not to mention that his basic judgment was giving him a bad conclusion, that is, even if he came here today, he would not be able to go through many evenly matched rounds with this strange brother in the sudden close combat. The primarch's pale hands reached out of the brown leather robe, grabbed his mechanical arm bones, and quickly squeezed into the gap of the joint, faster than anyone Perturabo had ever seen. The steel giant's energy furnace buzzed, and a torrent of energy rushed toward his arm. The flesh and blood cracked under the hissing lightning, but he could not force the opponent to let go of his bone-claw-like palm.
"Fight with me! Perturabo!" Conrad Curze shouted his name, his tone gradually becoming excited or crazy, "Fight with all your strength! As The gift of first meeting! "
Perturabo was even more surprised as he waved the prop sword he had picked up. The two-meter-long broad blade was only moderately large in his hand. He soon found that his battle was hit by obstacles at every turn. Neither his limited speed nor the slashing power of the sword could cope with the high-speed attack of the Primarch in front of him.
His brother's fight was swifter than a swordfish in the sea, fiercer than a lion on land. Every attack brought by the claw-like fingers was precise and deadly. The only reason why there were no casualties was Perturabo's alternative body based on machinery.
And he didn't want to release the power of the Star God fragment here. This unknown power was beyond his control.
The sword in Perturabo's hand slashed hard into the primarch's belly, and his fist that escaped his grasp smashed into his opponent's face, while his enemy spun and sprained with the leather he was wearing. His fingernails oozed the smell of blood that stimulated his nerves, his mouth was filled with abnormal joy, and his attack was like an irresistible dusk wind.
They struggled, scuffled, struck and roared one after another. The soles of their heels drew pattern-like ripples on the ground. Their understanding of each other and their anger increased steadily during the battle.
Perturabo's sword stabbed the other man, but that was all he could do. He was knocked sideways to the floor by the enemy, and the blade was snatched away. The opponent directly nailed it to the side of his neck, and it happened to be stuck in the corner gap of the mechanical structure.
The crazy brother straddled above him, lowered his head, his pale face was only a palm away from his cyborg face, his eyes were wide with joy, and his clean teeth were stained red with blood.
“I will crucify you on your anvil and declare my total victory!” Amidst the wailing music and low drumbeats, the person playing Kane laughed endlessly, “Tell me, God of Forging, have you ever betrayed, are you betraying, or will you betray?"
"Who are you betraying?" asked Perturabo.
"Hahahaha!" The original body laughed loudly, his tense facial muscles gradually relaxed, and tortured twitches oozed from the corners of his mouth, "Yes, who are you betraying!"
Pei Turabo had planned to keep silent. He didn't even know whether this was the brother's own problem or a link in the original myth, but the flash of light caught in the corner of his eye made him subconsciously shout a reminder: "Gun——"
Sudden gunfire erupted from the crowd, and a bullet flew straight to the back of the original body's head, but he turned his head to avoid it as if he had foreseen it.
He drew his sword and stood up, spat out a mouthful of blood and fell on the blade, and the blood-stained blade spun around the field.
“Who!”
The music stopped suddenly.
Thank you, Mr. Jiuyou, thank you very much!
(End of this chapter)