264. Chapter 264 That’s a hammer


Chapter 264 That's a Hammer

Whenever he has time to think and is unable to do other activities, he will think about another question that he cannot answer.

When he was lurking in the shadows, staring at the body reflected in the curtains, slowly raising his paws, waiting for the best opportunity, he often thought about what justice is.

An ambush, a raid, in the action of killing the guilty, must his behavior be within the realm of justice? What structure will create a just society? What laws and principles are necessary to be formulated?

When the cultures of two societies absolutely clash, does justice still prevail?

If justice can be easily eliminated just because of the bifurcation of civilizational concepts, and it only relies on a single position and exists in an illusory way, then how can such a fragile concept that is easily broken at a touch be successfully pursued?

When he listened to the bubbles of liquid boiling during the long experiment, waiting for the Haemonculus's flask to give an answer, he would also think about what morality is.

Everyone should get what he deserves. Is there some kind of moral randomness in this? Should the Primarch's talents be attributed to himself? Does an alien deserve certain special abilities that are better than humans?

No, this, like all origins, wealth, opportunities, and power, is inherently unequal and different. What kind of structure will be created by these different factors that must exist?

Conrad Coates searches for answers.

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"What's going on there?" Fulgrim took a moment to shout to his brothers on the ground, "That beast is flying too high!"

In After the giant pterosaur was led into the high altitude by Konrad Coze, the only remaining enemies in the field were the pterosaur riders whose aggressiveness and even overall threat were suddenly reduced, as well as the occasional pterosaur who was able to withdraw his spirit within the protective shield and use some psychic powers. Attacking Eldar witch.

The battle quickly returned to normal. The Iron Hands and Salamanders each performed their duties. Except for the former being unable to imitate the latter's tactics and fighting in the smoke and flames, the two cooperated well; the Primarch Their unique fighting postures appeared in the scorched earth as a storm of purple gold, silver gray and dark green. No one could stop them wherever they went; and the balance of the war gradually tilted towards the Imperial Expeditionary Force.

Vulkan now just wants to end this battle as soon as possible, whether it is out of concern for his primarch brothers whose situation is unknown at high altitude, or out of sorrow for the casualties on the ground. The Great Crusade did not lack sacrifices, but there was no need for too many unnecessary casualties on or off the battlefield.

"He's landing," Ferrus answered Fulgrim.

Just as the original body of the Iron Hand said, the membrane wings of the giant pterosaur in the air, which are spread flat on both sides, are shrinking towards the core of its body; the black spots hovering rapidly in the high-altitude clouds, within a few seconds Enlarged to the point where even mortals can clearly see the outline.

The song was ethereal and light, like drizzle, washing the air in the heavy clouds, rippling in the war zone outside the protective shield; this caused the people of the empire who had combat experience to stabilize their respective centers of gravity. But he was surprised to find that no dark green evil vines protruded from the ground, nor did the dead trees suddenly extend their branches to attack.

The pterosaur dived downwards, but did not aim at the core of the war zone. Instead, it rushed down to the open space in the distance like a boulder, following the gravity. In contrast, the small-sized dragon that was still fighting hard with the Space Marines before Within a few moments of hearing the song, the group of pterosaurs rolled up into the sky like falling leaves flying backwards, leaving the battlefield regardless of conditions. Everything is falling into silence.

Hundreds of meters away, the pterosaur stumbled and rolled to the ground. The damage Ferus had caused to its claws cannot be ignored; when the wind pressure was transmitted to the Space Marines and Faria mortal armies , only a wisp of strong wind was left, and it no longer had the impact of breaking bones and muscles.

"What did he do?" Ferus asked in a deep voice, "To win the turning point in the battle in this area?"

Vulkan temporarily supported the heavy weapon on the ground, and his eyes followed the withdrawal of troops and flew towards The pterosaur knight outside the war zone went away.

"This is not easy to imagine," he said. "The Eldar are arrogant and cunning, and their retreat is like a precursor to deception."

Then he withdrew his gaze and turned to wait for Curze The answer I will give.

This small distance only takes a few seconds that can be easily calculated for the moving speed of the Primarch. Almost in an instant, Conrad Coates appeared in front of them with something in his hand. And the thing that was grabbed obediently was confirmed to be the spirit witch who had previously stood proudly on the dragon's back and glared at all living beings.

"Are you injured?" Fulgrim asked first, and then he smiled, "No, this is really a stupid question."

Koz's expression remained unchanged, frozen in a few seconds. See the silence and seriousness. His walking posture is also very different from the lightness or weirdness he once showed.

In fact, he straightened his back and took long strides. The blood-red cloak spread out greatly in the air flow driven by his steps, like the ebb and flow of blood. Every step showed a wanton majesty and a unique coldness.

“I appreciate your concern, brother.” Curze nodded slightly to Fulgrim, using a personal vocabulary to accurately locate his attitude towards the Primarchs. "I won't be hurt by this yet."

He walked straight past several Primarchs who were either confused, cautious, or alert, and faced the transparent barrier built by the Eldar wizard The shield approached, his steps stopped outside the barrier, and he threw the World Singer towards the shield as casually as throwing a roll of scrap cloth.

The barrier dissolved around the singer's body, and after taking the leader of the Eldar under his protection, it quickly re-closed and returned to its original indestructible state.

"What is he doing?" Fulgrim said to himself, resting his fingers on the hilt of the flaming sword in confusion.

He thought that Curze would propose some exchange conditions, or take the opportunity to attack the Eldar shield. But Curze just stood before the Eldar, waiting.

In addition, the coldness contained in Curze's nod also made him a little uneasy, just like the eccentric Primarch he knew before but who yearned for the empire, and the real Kang Ladd Koz is not alone.

Then, from Koz's mouth, came a sentence that was obviously the same as the Eldar language, and might even be the Eldar language.

This made Vulkan immediately recall the strangeness in Coze's tone when they first met. Dusk ghost, a term flashed through his mind, and his blood seemed to suddenly become hot. The Eldar's harassment and attacks on Nocturne, as well as the crimes they committed, once again flew through his heart one after another.

These scum are unforgivable. he thought, blinking hard to clear the haze from his eyes. His hammer felt slightly hot in his hand.

After hearing what Koz said, the Eldar witch immediately got up from the soil and spoke eagerly to the other Eldar. The Eldar within the shield stared at their witch in shock, their expressions full of resistance.

"You are within the gunner's range, Curze." Ferus prompted.

Koz ignored it. Fulgrim wanted to step forward, but Ferus stopped him. The latter's caster sinks slightly, and the movement is slighter than the flapping insect wings, but it cannot be ignored.

"Wait, my brothers." Curze switched back to Gothic and did not look back. This time, he was as Gothic as he was born in the heart of the Empire. "They are coming..."

"Throne, who is coming?" Fulgrim's voice trembled, "Is there anything you don't want to tell us?"

Enchanted In the center, a new noise came, like cracks opening in the ground. Soon, at the end of the field of vision, there was the sound of blades cutting the air.

Vulkan immediately recognized the leader of the Eldar. He had almost smashed the head of the bastard in black armor, and watched helplessly on the ground as he fled in a speedboat. Now he dares to return again!

The original spirit tribes in the barrier retreated in front of the new spirit tribes. They were caught between the barrier and the two forces inside the barrier, and were in a dilemma.

The three Primarchs could not see the front of Koz, but they could hear the familiarity conveyed in Koz's Gothic language.

"The serious injury has healed, Victor?" Curze asked.

The black-armored Eldar named Victor grandly laid his eyes on the three primarchs behind Curze. He also used the Gothic language of the Human Empire: "Blood Lord, I am The innocent Xana'dor swore to Asuryan that the Dark Eldar would not invade Ibsen."

Curze smiled. "Don't we lack secondary planes and satellite worlds?" Victor snorted as he glanced critically at his cousins ​​who grew up in the wild world and lived together with humans. "I will treat them well for you."

But Fulgrim's tone had changed.

"Who are you calling 'us' with, Curze? When did you meet the Eldar, my brother!"

Cuzz finally turned half sideways and turned half of his face to the side Revealed to his primarch brothers.

"Twenty years ago," he said lightly, "since I was born into the world, Fulgrim. From the moment I opened my eyes."

"You ! Didn’t you say...? I just saw how much you decorated that building!"

"You deceived us," said Ferrus.

“I admit it, Fulgrim, Ferrus Manus.” Curze lowered his eyes, “I plead guilty to my deception.”

“How could you? "Say that?" Fulgrim yelled, "How could you just..." He was so angry that he twisted his upper lip into a smile, "Admit that you told such an important lie?"
< br>"Lies, any lies, are not beautiful." Coates said, tilting his head, "Any lie violates the law of moral truth, whether it is for good or evil, otherwise morality will fall into the cycle of consequentialism. . Therefore, I admit this guilt."

Even if the Primarch thought of Rogal Dorn, no one was interested in mentioning him at this time.

Vulkan took a deep breath and felt anger accumulating in his chest, getting stronger and stronger. He grasped the hammer, letting its weight tug at his hand and at the same time the reins of his sanity.

He has already understood a lot of hidden information from this conversation.

"You deceived your brothers, concealed your collusion with aliens, and insulted their trust and feelings..." Unconsciously, his words gradually became heavier, "You made excuses to come here Planet, just to save your alien companions, not to prepare you to join the empire."

When he finished speaking this sentence, Vulkan found that his heart was because of his love for him! Curze winced in pain at the rebuke. Not every word in these words was what he wanted to say, but he had to speak, letting the pain of the flames burn his tongue.

"How do you want us to forgive you, Konrad Curze?" Vulkan said weakly. "Do you know how many crimes the Eldar have committed and how many humans they have killed?"

Curze was half facing the Primarch, half facing the Eldar, standing sideways and opening his mouth. Every word he spoke was crystal clear: "I repent of my lies, Vulkan. And only of them. I deny that I am only here to rescue the Eldar from your hammer, while once again stating that I am fighting to join The empire has made all the preparations I need."

Beside Curze, within the barrier, more Dark Eldar are lining up, like dark chess pieces, forming a ready-to-go formation. .

They wear faceless pale helmets and dark armor; except for a few Eldar who hold guns and spears, most of the warriors each have a broad-bladed sword more than two meters long, with runes engraved on the blade. , there is a curved hook at the tip of the knife.

Vulkan immediately saw that this was the prototype of the sword that Curze was currently holding. His fists were already clenched, and he found himself within ten meters of Coze at some point.

"You... are already with the Eldar..." Tears hotter than the flames rolled down Vulkan's face.

"Don't cry for me, Vulkan," Curze said softly. "I am touching a path of re-exploring justice?"

He shook his head proactively, "No, this is an interesting issue, about what justice should be in different cultural environments. Where was the birth..."

"Stop!" Vulkan murmured tremblingly, then amplified his voice and roared angrily: "Stop your reasoning, Konrad Curze! Whose side are you on, and who is your blood relative? "Give me an answer!"

Koz pursed his lips, let go of his hand, and put aside what Vulcan called a loan but actually gave it to him. The big knife made it crash to the ground.

“This is not a matter of position,” he said, “although I can tell you that I am on the side of humanity.”

"Then come here!" Vulcan shouted loudly.

"You are too angry, Vulkan." Coze looked at the face of the black-skinned giant, "and there is nowhere to express this anger... Ferrus Manus, please tell me, when What advice did Horus make when you had a conflict with Rogal Dorn? "

"Power and truth," Ferrus said, "Sigismund and Soth represent respectively? The Seventh Legion and the Tenth Legion had a duel. "

" Then, come on." Koze turned completely to Vulkan and faced the Imperial Expeditionary Force. "Wait for our respective notaries to arrive, and then we fight."

"You are just like this with your bare hands?" Vulkan couldn't help but ask, "And I..."

"Take it." Coates said, "I know it's a hammer."

He listened carefully and suddenly said: "My notary is here, and so is yours."
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Within the barrier, a figure that was highly similar to the originals strode forward. Its appearance was particularly astonishing. It was half machine and half skin.

If this were the case, it would not be enough to surprise the Primarchs who had gone through many battles. What really makes it difficult for them to understand is the face outlined by the skin on that half of the body.

“Perturabo…?” Fulgrim couldn’t believe it. The appearance of the Primarch of the Fourth Legion—or a machine closely related to him—made the situation even more chaotic. . He couldn't figure out why Perturabo, who had been theoretically on Terra recently, was involved in this matter.

Mechanical Perturabo nodded slightly. "Hello." He said, and the familiar voice once again confirmed his identity. "I am Perturabo."

"Hello, Perturabo." A light voice came from below. "I'm here. I heard that you need a duel notary here, right?"

Fulgrim turned around and looked.

Mortal Fas appeared here at some unknown time, waving his hands and running towards them from behind. The tattered clothes made of coarse cloth seemed to be faintly shining with a layer of golden light.

(End of this chapter)

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