Chapter 267 Overthrowing the Old Tomb
The battle that took place on World No. 154-4 has ended.
Conrad Curze and the mortal Faas handle all matters related to the Eldar. They discuss, assign tasks, and issue instructions. For the sake of convenience, they directly use The language of the Eldar.
This left the remaining Primarchs to sit in one place, looking at each other, waiting for Curz to give them a definite answer after completing the arrangements.
“He was there,” Perturabo emphasized the emphasis on the first word, “He, vouched for Curze.”
"We know, Perturabo," Fulgrim said, suddenly remembering the pterosaur skin that Curze peeled off on the battlefield, and then fell back into the field during the chaos. He felt a little sorry for this, although there didn't seem to be much reason for it.
Purple Phoenix took off his gauntlet and moved his fingers.
"Eldar, human, let Konrad Curze do it, and you, Vulkan," he sent a look to Vulkan, awakening the spirit who was heading towards the Eldar. The Lord of the Fire Dragon looked at him and said, "This is the Salamander's military exploits. Maybe you can go and see it?"
"Good suggestion." Vulcan stood up and grinned, having recovered from the previous fluctuations in his mood. recover. "Ibsen's matter is also my responsibility. I'll go and have a look."
"His kindness is fatal. Also, what on earth is this?" Ferus, who didn't speak much, said, by the way. Commented on Vulcan. His eyes were always focused on Perturabo's mechanical body, "How do you place your consciousness on steel? The characteristic migration of Magnus's spiritual transmission technology?"
"Why this inference?" asked Perturabo.
Ferrus also took off his gauntlets and relaxed his hands that were tired from fighting in the air. Silver light flowed on his arms, like some unique active substance with an alternative vitality.
"It's very similar," he said. "If the other half of your bionic skin is not damaged, it will be even more similar to his body shaping technology."
Magnus finally sounded Research on his body transfer technology was completed. thought Pertura. Will his own efforts succeed? It's a miracle.
"Maybe his technology is similar to mine?" Perturabo made a small joke and shook his head.
Fulgrim was the only one to laugh, which was considered a successful joke considering the personalities of the remaining Ferrus and Rogal Dorn.
After laughing, Fulgrim coughed lightly, straightened his posture, his moving face was more beautiful due to his seriousness, "If you want to make your acquaintance with Konrad Coze, As another piece of privacy among the countless secrets of the Iron Warrior Legion, we will respect your wishes. After today, the scanning array of Emperor's Pride can assume that it has not seen a strange machine."
"Same." Ferus said. "However, excellent technology is worth sharing."
"Subject to your wishes." Dorn added.
"And you, Dorne. In Nostramo, you were hinting to Conrad about my existence." Perturabo pondered for a moment, "Yes, both of us are here. ”
A smile flashed across Dorn's stern face. "For you," he said, "it's good news."
"Yes, for me." Perturabo nodded slightly. "I think the same is true for the Empire."
Fulgrim held his chin and watched the two men playing their riddles. Not only did he not show confusion, but he was rather enjoying it.
"Once again," he said dramatically, "the mystery between the Iron Warriors and the Imperial Fists. As integral as sunrise and sunset...or as integral as the gravity of a planet, After all, we have just passed through Nostramo in the Evernight."
"No," Dorn retorted, spreading his palms covered with bright yellow gauntlets, "We will not create secrets for no reason."
Perturabo sighed in his mechanical voice, "Don't use a personal pronoun, Rogal Dorn, you will not create secrets for no reason, and I will not create secrets for no reason."
" I can feel the difference, but I think it's an unnecessary correction that actually creates a reverse semantic reinforcement effect," Donn said seriously.
"I think you just didn't understand Perturabo's hint, Rogge." Fulgrim shrugged, his white hair hanging down on his shoulder armor, shining slightly.
"And he is refuting me in a literal sense." Perturabo said, "In a sense, this is also a meaningful discussion."
Roger Do En put his hands together again, "Perturabo is right, and at the same time, I can understand the humorous part of this sentence. If you really need me to explain..."
"When will they be able to complete the discussion?" Ferus' silver mirror-like eyes reflected Vulkan's location.
Dorn silently closed his mouth and looked in another direction with the other Primarchs.
——
Vulkan followed Konrad Coze and walked towards the World Temple that was originally located in the center of the barrier. The boulder blocking the temple door had been moved away, and they went all the way deep into the grotto, passing through the long corridor painted with Eldar runes, and approached the core of the temple.
"So..." Vulkan asked, while looking at the webway snake rune extending from the snake's tail in the mural, "According to your words, there are different factions within the Eldar?"
"It is true, but this is just a statement. I have no intention of defending any Eldar's reputation." Curze said, leading Vulkan down the steps step by step. All the weird totems and blasphemous statues here made Vulkan unable to feel happy.
"I have something to show you, Vulkan." Coze said, moving out of the way so that Vulkan, who was following him, could directly see the center of the circular temple.
Mortals, undoubtedly human mortals, were gathering here in crowds, looking up in fear at the tall bodies of the two Primarchs; their priests murmured softly, gently comforting each frightened Primarch. residents.
Vulkan's sight was naturally attracted to the bright light in the center of the rotunda.
A bright ring of fire illuminated a weak Eldar who was tied to a stone pillar and impaled by a metal spike. She was dying, held upright only by the torture devices that bound her.
When Vulkan saw the face of the Eldar clearly, the memories of the past came flooding back instantly, like the ash left behind after the Nocturne volcano erupted, covering the sky and rolling endlessly.
"Twilight Ghost..." he whispered, clenching his fists involuntarily.
This was the Eldar raider who wreaked havoc on Nocturne in the past. When the witch in front of her slashed the belly of Blacksmith Brohar with a nightmare-like vicious blade, disemboweling the heroic mortal. , Vulkan was present.
His fist recalled the feeling of knocking the witch away, and the deep feeling of powerlessness in his heart when the witch was able to escape and disappeared through the slit, leaving only a mess of purgatory.
"According to the laws of the empire..." Coze's voice came faintly, and Vulkan took a sharp breath and broke away from the memory.
Coates stared at his sad face and continued softly: "Second-degree murder, that is, the murder of at least two civilians, with a minimum sentence of ten years of slavery; crime of blasphemy, first-degree assault, intentional attack on nobles and public servants, the sentence Life imprisonment, machine slavery, or death; second-degree intentional multiple assault on civilians, three to ten years; second-degree simple kidnapping, twenty to thirty years of slavery; armed robbery, ten to twenty years of slavery; arson, Sentence to death or punishment camp..."
"Since we are on the home planet of the Empire's original body, we will be convicted according to the punishment of the Empire. I will not list all these crimes one by one. I personally think that the sentence should be between five hundred and seven hundred. A hundred years of servitude, or being used as a servitor until it is scrapped, is more in line with the empire's criteria." Coze paused, "But I will give this wizard to you, because to be more specific, The place where she committed her crimes is within your jurisdiction."
Conrad Coates's step-by-step conviction relieved a layer of Vulcan's anger.
If Curze were not here, whether human or Eldar, he would probably purify everyone in this cave with fire, because they would not be able to obey the control of the Empire. But Curze provided another possibility, and from this perspective, Vulkan was grateful to him.
"According to...the laws of Comoros?" Vulkan asked.
"Comorragh will not execute a raider unless she is a loser." Curze said, walking towards the Witch Spirit, leaning over and pinching her face, observing the heart-piercing blade pattern carved on the forehead by the Black Heart Cabal. , "But in my rules, she will atone until the sins are paid and the bloody hands are washed away. The Night Ghost Court is a sin-washing cage for the atonement, not an Eden for the innocent."
He let go of the Witch Spirit and let her head drop again. "But there is a problem in this." He looked at Vulkan, "Do you think there will be a day when she can redeem her sins?"
Vulkan Hearing his hot blood flowing in his arteries, although still angry, he replied: "Everyone has a day to pay off his debts."
"You say this for me, Vulkan. This That's why I gave her to you." Coz smiled, not the usual weird sneer, but a peaceful and natural smile. "You have full authority to sentence her to life and death. She will not belong to the Night Ghost King's Court."
"I remember." Vulkan nodded and asked again: "How... do you know that I know her?"
Koz stretched out his hand to Vulkan and motioned for him to hand over his palm. Then, he grabbed Vulkan's hand, traced the palm lines with his pale fingertips like a divination, and led him further into the depths of the temple.
"Believe it or not, I am a failed visionary." He said, letting go of Vulcan and rubbing his fingers, "I can always see a future where the true and the false are intertwined. That's all It is a particularly strange story that accompanied me through my growing up years. I spent every long night with them. "
"You saw it?" Vulcan chose to believe it. "No wonder you were so skillful when you hit me."
"I think, yes." Coz said, smiling.
They walked through the cloister and heard the sound of gurgling water. The water flowing deep in the cave circles the stone wall. Where the water flows, the moss is green, and dark green and light green interweave to form a quiet ribbon. On the stone wall, the runes glow and fade, leaving traces of water vapor.
Walking along the trail to the depths, the scenery suddenly opens up, with streams and springs, fish swimming in deep waterfalls, surrounded by stone walls, scattered obelisks, and dense blue branches growing on the side, with a layer of velvet fluorescence lighting up. A secluded place for meditation.
Two bone-white curved arcs separated the left and right, and the light within the framed area was extinguished. The webway gate is temporarily closed.
“This is the place where the world singer and the soul of the world sing.” Curze introduced, inviting Vulkan to sit down with him on an obsidian boulder. "Reminds me of some dreams. I walked through tombs, walked through tunnels, and saw my descendants listening to my lies in the auditorium."
He shook his head, leaned over, and his clean black hair followed droop.
While Curze was washing his hands dirty in the previous battle in the pond, he said to Vulkan: "I saw you kill an Eldar."
"I will indeed do this... for In the imperial expedition, I must destroy a planet that believes in aliens." Vulcan maintained his voice and frowned. "They will become victims. You changed the outcome of this planet, brother."
"That's not it." Coze shook his hand, unable to find a clean cloth to dry it with, so he temporarily wiped it with His hands rested on his knees. "It was in Haratan that twelve Eldar were worshiped as gods; during the capture, a riot broke out and you, in anger, burned eleven of them to death with a flamethrower."
“There’s another one?” Vulkan asked doubtfully.
Koz looked at his wet palms.
"A little girl Ada." he said. "The deflection field saved her life. She raised her hands in surrender, but you still burned her to death."
"A little girl?" Vulkan repeated Once, I was speechless. He...can't say he really doesn't care. "Then what?"
"I laughed at you, I said we are all cold-blooded killers." He paused for a moment, listening to the sound of running water, and then continued: "But you are not, Vulkan ."
"Do you really think so?" Vulcan was surprised by Kurtz's comment. "I..."
He was stunned, listening to the sound of water falling into the deep pool drop by drop, and his brows gradually relaxed.
"I will do it." Vulcan said solemnly.
"What?" Cozz asked with interest.
“Keep your conscience,” Vulkan declared. It won't be easy, and it might even be stupid, but he will get it done.
Curze did not answer.
"In my dream, I saw three tombstones. The first one belonged to Nostramo," he said.
"Your home planet?" Vulkan was a little nervous, "What happened to it?"
"It was destroyed by a madman with a mental breakdown. I will try my best to ensure that this matter does not exist in the world, but if that madman If you show up, you will be the one most likely to take his life. After all... the darkness is never really far away."
"Don't be so sad," Vulcan hugged him, his movements were very gentle and controlling. Lived the power.
He then discovered that his hands were dirty from the battle and he hadn't had time to wash them off, but Curze responded to his embrace with the gentlest acquiescence he could offer.
"The second tombstone belongs to a great angel." Coz laughed suddenly, "What is the difference between us? But we all died by fate."
Vulkan looked at Curze with concern, who shrugged, "No, nothing. I'm just thinking about where my next stop will be."
He thought and said: "If... there is still some accuracy in the prophecy... This is the year 843. I will return to Terra once, and then I can go to a planet."
"Baal's No. 2 Satellite, how does it sound?" Coz grinned.
"I don't know where that is, brother. But it sounds good." Vulkan encouraged.
"Change." Coz said, his smile becoming pure. "I'm curious to see how this will change."
"Where's the third tombstone?" Mortal Face said. He suddenly appeared in front of the two Primarchs, dressed in coarse cloth and with a comfortable posture.
“A chair.” Coz looked at Faas, “That’s a chair.”
“It’s really creative. Who is the owner of the chair?” Faas asked.
“That’s a mortal,” Cozz’s smile faded, and he saw a larger shadow from Faas.
He felt that his next words would be difficult, and a pressure suppressed the trembling of his vocal cords.
His voice trembled, and he stared at His face that seemed to be shedding blood and tears, and finished the prophecy that he did not want to state but had to say: "A father just killed his son with a stone."
Fas closed his eyes. , for a moment, open your eyes. He smiled brightly.
“Thank you,” He said. "Then, goodbye Terra."
Note 1: The punishment standard comes from the running group book;
Note 2: The killing of an Eldar girl is from Chapter 10 of "Vulkan Lives";< br>
Note 3: The prophecy about the Emperor comes from Book 3 of "The End and the Death", Part 10, Section 17.
(End of this chapter)