Chapter 272 For Dihuang
"Long time no see, Morse." Angron stood on the side of the gangway where the Pied Eldar's poker airship landed, and opened his arms to greet Morse who was walking down the ladder. "Perturabo suddenly told me that if he saw a colorfully painted Eldar airship, it would be you. Alas, his heart told me that he missed you, especially those first years, and the last two or three years. God. His emotions are unforgettable..."
"I'm here too, Angron." Mechanical Perturabo coughed, interrupting Angron.
His slightly electronic voice came from the shadows inside the hatch.
Then, his semi-mechanical body walked out of the cabin and looked into Angron's amber-like warm eyes on the gangway.
"I didn't notice you!" Angron shook his head in surprise, "You...this part of your heart was covered up by another cry of sleep. I didn't mean to..."
" A fragment." Morse explained, standing in the oil mist with a milky white base and a layer of gleaming green light, his feet firmly planted on the ground.
He did not hide his smile, "Zahurash's noise made me fortunate to hear your true voice, Perturabo."
"No, There was a lot of praise in Angron's words..."
"Don't you think so?" Morse joked, turning around and looking up at Perturabo who was frozen on the gangway, " Stop standing here, you're holding Conrad back."
Perturabo gave up his defense and silently agreed to this sentence.
"You'd better not be proud of this, Morse." He said solemnly, but still walked down the steps and looked back into the shadow of the hatch: "Conrad?"
"...here." Conrad Coates loomed in the shadows, half of his face exposed to the light. With his pale face, vertical black hair, and his gloomy expression, it was quite a bit strange. A lack of kindness.
He took a step forward, wearing a re-dyed loose black robe covering the pair of leather boots he was still wearing.
"Who are you?" he asked, staring at Angron with a strange expression.
"I am Angron," Angron answered, "Primarch of the World Eaters of the Twelfth Legion, from Nuceria. I assume you are the Konrad Curze that Perturabo spoke of?" Nice to meet you, brother."
"Are you Angron?" Curze muttered, as if he had some expired fruit in his mouth that made his teeth sour. Make a low hoarse hiss. "Okay, you are Angron. Where is your army? It has become..."
He looked at the walls of the Empire's homemade webway directed by the Emperor, which glowed with a strange light, and the rough The surface of his face was zigzag, and his sour expression gradually deepened.
"...turned into green-skinned orcs? That's why they are called World Eaters, because they eat wherever they go?"
"No, my legion is still led by Asta "Composed of special forces." Angron explained in a good-natured manner. He could not sense any malice in Konrad Coze's heart, but the level of shock was a bit excessive.
Perhaps the misunderstanding that all the troops under the banner of a Primarch are aliens is a little too incredible for this newly returned brother?
“I didn’t see them.” Coze’s dark eyes swept over Angron’s head. The results he obtained made him a little frustrated, but his steps became brisk, and he stepped on the right foot. The flexible leather boots floated down from the gangway like a black cloud. "They won't ask where their generals are?"
Angron laughed twice, with a cheerful expression, "This goes back to one of the most correct decisions I have made in my life, I will lead the army The responsibility is in Kahn's hands! I'm not good at managing military affairs, so why not delegate it to talented and trustworthy people?" "You're right" Conrad Coates' face. His expression stretched, perhaps because it was reflected in the bright background, or perhaps he suddenly gained some inspiration from it. The pupils of his eyes shone slightly, "You are right, Angron. This is a very good idea." "
Although Angron didn't know the reason, the happiness in Curze's heart was real.
He nodded, pointed to the other end of the webway, and took a step forward. His familiarity with this stretch of road spoke volumes.
"This is the way back to Terra. We can just walk this distance. Perturabo, Morse, I think Perturabo is in the mysterious city - the webway Node City is waiting. At least when I come, he will be there to supervise the project."
"Wait a moment," Morse said, "Okay, just go ahead."
“But what are these statues?” Conrad Coates glanced at them and then looked away.
Having lived in the palace spiers that inherited the gorgeous legacy of the Ancient Eldar for a long time, he couldn't praise the designs of these rough statues. If it were him who came here, he would rather build them with green-skinned bones. The creaking bones trail can be added to add some pleasant interest to the boring and unchanging journey of the Webway during the walking process.
"I can't stop them," Angron briefly spread his hands, and then continued to let his hands swing naturally and generously by his sides.
The bright red triumphal rope around his waist is still bright, but at this moment it no longer seems to represent a painful scar, but a decoration, embellishment and record of the past. Knots are indeed one of the oldest ways of writing and remembering since the birth of human intelligence.
“They must build these statues for me. Every time they finish their work, they come here to worship, first praising the big golden guy, and then praising the big ax guy... I have What can I do? Not to mention you." He looked at Perturabo, his eyebrows sank, his expression was helpless, and he grinned, "You said that this can be considered a gift, so I have no choice but to accept it. "
"When did you make the gift so weird?" Morse patted Perturabo on the shoulder.
"Considering that you spoke my mind," Perturabo replied, looking at the Lord of Red Sand, "I also seem to have obtained an explanation of how you shared with this group of creatures in the alien pile. The right to be happy, Angron ”
"A warrior, a brave man who wields a giant axe, a general who can withstand all enemies, and a master on the red sand. He often comes here in his spare time to guide the greenskins to speed up their work. From time to time, he will engage in violent battles with the greenskins, and at the same time, he will take time to indulge in the In the joyful spiritual atmosphere and emotional wave, it is almost difficult for me to find a more heretical Primarch than you-"
"And some people still learned that they were going to lead the greenskins in construction at the beginning. There were many obstacles and worries outside the webway, and even Rogal Dorn responded immediately. "Who made such a contrast?"
Angron's grin never closed, "Okay." , Brother, you must say that I am the most heretical person, how can I stop you?"
"I am the most heretical Primarch," Conrad Coze said suddenly.
“Why do you say that?” Angron turned his head, “Although I am not familiar with you, you don’t have to belittle yourself, Konrad Curze. This is a mutual teasing between Perturabo and me. That’s all.”
"No, I am merely objectively stating an unknown fact, my brother," Conrad elongated his voice, echoing like a thin thread in the empty environment of the Webway. In this empty and surreal space, his words sounded like a slender spider thread. The small noise was offset by the vast blank erasure, leaving only the purest emotional experience, which was almost pleasant. thing.
“I really don’t understand what you are comparing, young people,” Morse said. “The Emperor’s aura, I have obviously been away for twenty years, not just one. They stepped into the time and space that went back twenty years ago. "
They continued to move forward, letting the troupe leader of the Laughing God believers, whose real name was still unknown, drag the Tuchucha engine behind and follow slowly until they were empty. A burst of noisy noise gradually came from the environment, as if there were thousands of beings shouting and roaring in the same place, and at the same time, messy building materials were moved everywhere in a crackling manner.
Conrad Coates’ face tensed, his steps slowed down slightly, and he forced himself to keep up again.
He had already smelled an unpleasant smell - perhaps a reflection of his oversensitivity to dirty surroundings.
Soon, the first touch of green appeared at the edge of sight. This was a symbolic omen. In the unique spatial transformation of the Webway, within a few steps, the green-skinned orcs were already close at hand.
This group of noisy creatures of different sizes has some red, yellow, or black and yellow tattered vests hanging on their bulky bodies, and their heads are tilted because of their respective sizes. The differences make it impossible to meet customization requirements in assembly line production, resulting in hard-top hats that are either big enough to block the eyes, or small enough to look like a small bottle cap, busy on the road.
The big green-skinned foreman showed off his power and commanded the construction boys to run all over the ground. Along the way, all kinds of debris and chaotic dyes that seemed not to exist in this world were smeared all over the place. All.
"Hurry up, you boy, hurry up and stuff this square stone into the crack for us. I know this is a good design. It can block it and make you lazy. ,Waaaaagh, Brother Ax is back..." It spoke an earth-shattering low-gothic language that could fully prove the failure of Magnus's education, and it was able to command a bouncing boy.
"I'm coming," Angron said.
“For Rehmannia glutinosa!” The big green man turned around suddenly, suddenly thought of something, turned back, quietly spit out the elastic skogo he had been chewing in his mouth, and then turned back, “ Boss Angron!"
"Who allowed you to chew Scooter here? I don't know..."
"Yes, yes, boss, let's beat him up now. I'll kill you on the 11th, it won't happen next time, I understand!"
"Come back!" Angron called to him, "What are you trying to do with me? Forget it this time, tell me you're on duty here! Where is Boss Hongsui?”
"I don't know. I just saw him walking back. It could be that, what...what?" The greenskin thought about the human word for a long time, but he couldn't hold it in.
"Shift change?" Angron asked, "Then, we are waiting here. According to the current regulations, entering the area within the boundaries from the outside requires the permission of the Forbidden Army. You...what are you doing? "
"Who are these three people?" The green leather contractor approached Conrad Coates secretly, "Boss Axe, why does this big guy smell like that? Come on, those pointed ears..."
"Get out of the way," Cozz frowned, held his breath and stretched out his paws, stepping back step by step, his already oversized deep black eyes widened further, angry. Staring at the greenskin.
This expression on Comoros is enough to make any Eldar who is familiar with the name of the Blood Marquis feel like they are falling to the bottom of the underworld. If it were in Nostramo, the old nobles and gangs might have already He started to kneel down and ask how many bones he had to hand over as tax today.
But the green leather foreman just stretched out his dirty big hand, put it on the top of his head that had never been washed in his life, and scratched it hard, "Why are you running away? I won't touch you. The ax boss won't be happy with it, no, Who are you? And this little black shrimp, I smell it, it seems a bit familiar..."
"Back to the queue, Waka La Big Head," a calm voice said through the golden helmet. came.
The eagle helmet buzzed and the red robe was draped. A forbidden soldier arrived in stride, with red spikes on his head flowing like blood. As soon as he appeared, the greenskins changed from the energy they had when Angron appeared. They wilted, were downcast, and concentrated on their work listlessly.
Morse could feel that behind the golden helmet, the Imperial Guard was examining the unfamiliar Konrad Curze, and even without looking at the patterns on the armor, he felt enough. familiar.
"Constantin Waldo." Morse said, with a ceremonial smirk on his lips, "It's a pleasure to see you again."
He thought that a few days ago, in the universe outside the Fireforge, the Emperor had told him that Constantine Valdor was also the key to the plan.
Why can a Forbidden Army bear this name, even if it is the commander of the Forbidden Army and the head of ten thousand men?
"Morse." Waldo said, turning his helmet and looking directly at the man in black robes with his golden face. "You were absent."
"Once. Remember to change the tense, Commander." Morse shrugged nonchalantly, "You came to check that machine?"
Waldo He nodded slightly, so small that the red tassel on his head barely moved at all.
"The engine will be placed at the bottom of the Hollow Mountains. My Lord has set up a place of restraint for it," he looked at the Eldar airship following a few people, "This thing is not allowed to come near the Royal Palace of Terra."
The runes in Morse's palm surged, he snapped his fingers, and Tuchucha immediately broke away from the tail end of the airship. A seemingly absent string was wrapped around his wrist, pulling behind him like a long string of a kite.
"Where is Perturabo?" Morse asked, "I heard that he is in the mysterious city, why don't you go find him?"
"No need." Waldo replied, "Come back to the palace with me. The fourth son is already waiting in the hall. Angron, take care of the construction discipline here and don't forget the rules."
"So serious," Conrad Coe Zi hummed, "Constantin Waldo. Yelling at my brother again, huh?"
Waldo didn't respond, as if he hadn't heard anything.
“Let’s go,” he said.
(End of this chapter)