Chapter 280 Principles of Script Adaptation
Fulgrim bent down and took the seven-fold mithril-like veil from Morse’s hand doubtfully, letting the unknown soft material flow between his fingers. .
When the light and shadow change, the seven layers of gauze are nearly transparent in bright places, and in dark and dark places, they reflect the deep blue-black starry sky that seems to be enclosed within the silver gauze. But no matter how bright it is, it can completely block the existence of his fingers, just like merging muscles and bones into the Milky Way, obtaining another unique and beautiful way of invisibility.
He put the gauze on his shoulders, letting the stars and platinum-like long hair flow from his shoulders along the contours of his body. He couldn't help but raise his thin eyebrows, and his eyes were filled with joy.
"This is in your script..." Fulgrim had some guesses, but still hoped to get a personal introduction from the craftsman.
"Hades's invisible veil, coupled with this veil, can be invisible from the mortal world - this is the setting. During the stage performance, in order to allow the audience to see clearly, I changed the form of invisibility."< br>
As he spoke, Morse sat with his legs crossed on a floating upholstered wooden chair, turning the pages of his script.
“On her way to deal with the Gorgon Medusa entrusted by the god Cronus, our demigod dancer Salome needs two more artifacts...”
He turned over a page of parchment and continued reading: "The winged boots of Vulcan, the god of fire, allow you to fly, and the mirror shield of Magnus, the god of wisdom, helps you reflect the image of Medusa as a mirror. Avoid looking directly into the gorgon's petrified eyes; don't worry about Vulcan's boots, Magnus?"
Magnus slid off Morse's shoulders and jumped onto the armrest, Cross your arms over your chest.
"You can't make it up like this, Morse! I've seen the Emperor's Library! In the ancient Terran mythology, the hero Perseus was the one who dealt with the Gorgon Medusa, and the one who gave the boots was Hermes. , the goddess of wisdom is not me, she is Athena! Cronus should not be here at all, and Salome... Salome’s story is completely different!”
“I know the goddess of wisdom! It's not you, Magnus, so you are the god of wisdom in this script." Morse replied leisurely, looking past the handwritten script and looking at Magnus on the armrest, "Don't you feel in your heart. Do you have enough wisdom?"
"I..." Magnus opened his mouth, trying to find the loopholes in Morse's words, grabbing his red hair in frustration, "That's it, You can't randomly adapt the ancient Terran myths like this. This is part of an important cultural habit. I think that even if we are in an era when everything is renewed after the old night, we can't..."
"Don't do this. "Magnus," Morse said calmly, "As a living being before the Old Night, I still know the ins and outs of the birth of some myths and legends. What do you think?"
"I... ..." Magnus sat down, still looking a little depressed.
"So, are you going to be remembered as a background character in one of Olympia's first plays, or am I going to take your name out of the script and save Perturabo the loss of your reputation?"
"Then Magnus, the God of Wisdom!" Magnus said the word awkwardly, letting the words slide over him as quickly as his tongue was burned, "Mirror Shield, Really? Perturabo, can you give me an ordinary shield? My current body is not suitable for stirring the ether tide on a large scale, such as creating things out of thin air."
Perturabo sitting in the audience. A slight nod to the mortal guard. The four guards were ordered to leave.
“Thank you, Magnus.” Fulgrim blinked at the Primarch on the armrest, letting the seven-sided galactic gauze unfold on his arms, “Everything is perfect. ...So, what happened after I took my three artifacts and set off?"
"You are a legendary dancer who thinks you are the best in the world, so you think that your flawless dance is enough? Conquer everything, and the terrifying Gorgon Medusa is another challenge on your way forward," Morse summarized the plot of his script, "You embark on a journey across the ocean and finally find yourself on an isolated island. Medusa.”
Fulgrim glanced in the direction of Ferrus Manus, staring at the mirror-like silver-gray eyes of the Primarch of the Iron Hands, thinking that these unique eyes were indeed capable of petrifying living creatures: " Ferus, are you listening?"
"I am." Ferus nodded. "I can use a temporary metal variant to make the image of a silver snake."
"Very good," Morse said, seeing the data pad on the table light up again, "Hello, Horu "
"Let me listen." Horus Lupekar adjusted the angle of the camera to make his face appear more completely on the screen. "Now, your preparations are progressing. Which step is it?”
“It’s time for me to meet Medusa,” Fulgrim moved, turned to Morse’s side, and talked to Horus: “Then what? How do I deal with Medusa?”
"Is this a character named after Ferus' home planet?" Horus reasoned reasonably.
“Actually, the planet Medusa has the same name as the ancient Terran myth.” Perturabo said, “I studied this myth together with Magnus and Robert Guilliman. History.”
“That’s very interesting,” Horus replied with an unabashed smile. “The radiance refracted at the beginning of human civilization can often penetrate time. In the reality we live in today, Suddenly."
"Your name is also an example, Horus." Morse said, "Maybe I will have the opportunity to write part of it in the next play. Let’s continue talking about the script. When the demigod Salome saw Medusa, she was shocked by the terrifying and sad image of the snake-haired demon. "
"Is it scary?" Fulgrim asked Felu. Si smiled, "Can you play a horror character, Ferus?"
"I can," Ferus replied.
"Okay, you can." Morse said in a perfunctory tone, "No matter what, Salome is determined to complete Cronus's mission, also to prove the unparalleled charm of his dance. He will use the Mirror Shield Hold it in your hand and dance gracefully."
"Salome used every turn and jump in the dance to avoid Medusa's petrified sight. Her phantom-like figure was difficult to observe, and the help of her winged boots. Let the dancer be as light as a feather and as graceful as a flying phoenix. He kept getting closer to Medusa, but at the same time he was frustrated that Medusa was not intoxicated by his dance. "
"I have to choreograph carefully," Fulgrim clapped his hands, his eyes falling into the void in the distance.
Morse’s request is an important challenge to the dancer’s posture, not to mention that he will need to cover his body with seven layers of gauze. In the stage play, he will rely on his posture to convey complex emotions, taking into account both beauty and affection, and Adding lines at the right time... Phoenix raised a smile on his lips.
Looking at the empty stage, he could already see his own shadow dancing in front of the stage.
Morse continued to read the script, "There is also the ending, Fulgrim. In a precise and quick movement, Salome picked up the sword and moved forward, from the neck of the Gorgon. Cut off his head with a sword, and let the head fall onto the mirror of the mirror shield. His petrified eyes saw his own reflection at close range, and the head instantly turned into stone, symbolizing the end of the demon's fate."
Fulgrim's smile froze on his face: "What have I done?"
"This is a heroic script that will have no impact on reality." Ferrus Manu Objectively speaking, Si was not touched by the fact that his character ended up dead. "I can use holographic projection to fake this scene. It is more feasible and can undoubtedly achieve the stage effect required by mortals. But if the Emperor Coming here, I am afraid that psychic effects are needed to add authenticity."
"The Emperor cannot arrive within a month," Rogal Dorn said when necessary. "He has other priorities."
"Who has a camera?" Morse asked.
“I have.” Fulgrim recovered from his surprise, “You are right, Ferus, this is a drama.” Magnus added: “A scene from Ancient Terra, Greece and Rome A drama of style, destiny awaits at the end... But why Salome? This is not the same thing..."
"This is an adaptation, dear primarch." Morse continued, "Salome returned to the city-state with a petrified head and was appreciated by Cronus, but could not be immersed in the joy of victory. He realized that killing a Gorgon was meaningless, and he Perfection has nothing to do with his achievements. "
"After Medusa's death, the blood from his neck was mixed with Salome's blood, and two brand-new monsters were born. Gasos and Chrysaor are wandering on the isolated island, waiting for the next demigod hero to come and gain fame, or die in the ocean.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw four guards carrying a huge iron shield the size of the original body and returning to the Olympia Theater, which was still closed for rehearsals.
"Thank you," Perturabo nodded briefly and habitually, and ordered the guards to place him in the background.
He then stood up, caught Magnus from the arm of Morse's chair, and carried him to the shield.
Invisible red gold words and silver-blue flames flashed on Magnus's hand.
The surface of the iron shield was melted and reconstructed in the iridescent firelight. Gradually, a mysterious pattern around the mirror was carved on the periphery of the oval shield, while the center of the shield became extremely smooth, bright and reflective. The picture is clearer than any mercury mirror.
"The mirror shield of Magnus, the god of wisdom!" Magnus said loudly, "Now we still need a pair of winged boots."
"Very beautiful, Magnus." Symbol of Fulgrim He bent down sexually and expressed his gratitude to the small and small Magnus on the ground.
Soon, Vulkan and Angron returned to the hall together, bringing with them a pair of exquisite silver wings used to decorate their ankles; King Califon came with them.
“I am Hebe, the goddess of youth, who is delivering messages to Cronus,” the queen said in a soothing tone, leaning on her crutches, “How did you think of letting me, an older person, play the role of the goddess of youth?”
"You are immortal in spirit, my queen," answered Perturabo. "So, the actors for the first rehearsal have arrived."
Fulgrim stuck the silver wings on the ankles of his boots, lifted up the silver mirror shield, pulled out his flaming sword from his waist, pulled out a bright sword flower, and stepped on the drumbeats that sounded in his heart. He almost flew from the audience to the center of the stage, closed his eyes, and smiled arrogantly towards where the gorgon Ferus was.
"You, a monster with an evil shape and a silver snake on your head, turn your soul into a dead stone based on your fearful eyes. But I, even though I am a dancer, stand here, not for my own name. Thoughts. For the good of all living beings and the will of the gods, I swear to take your life and end your violence. Your head will fall to the ground and your sinful soul will sink to the underworld. Do you have any last words before your death? What can you say?"
+Your character cannot speak,+Morse prompts.
He knew it was right not to write specific lines for them, because Fulgrim would definitely think that the lines he wrote himself were the most impeccable. He turned the script to the section where the goddess of youth appeared, and handed it to Callifon, who was sitting next to Perturabo, with his spiritual power.
Ferrus remained silent, watching Fulgrim as he stepped onto the stage.
The lights suddenly turned on, and the projection technology was set up to reflect the deserted stone beach of the island and the lingering miserable gray fog on the table.
"...According to Cronus's order, you must kill this demon Medusa, bring its head back, and place it in the center of the altar. Don't be afraid of the dangers ahead, Cronus will guide you. You are fine, the gods bless you with good health." Kali Feng narrowed her eyes, familiar with her lines.
On the stage, the gauze flew and flowed with Fulgrim's every move. The flowing light and overflowing brilliance were based on deep black. Under the light of the sword, multiple gauze transformed. Thousands of gestures.
The purple-robed phoenix closed its eyes, sometimes frowning, sometimes showing its face, immersed in the identity of the dancer.
The shadow of the sword echoed with the melody, and the silver wings on the boots cut through the gray mist, cutting the solidified temporal ripples into circular ripples.
Time and light and darkness flow forward with every dance step he takes.
Only when his back was turned to Ferus, Fulgrim half-opened his eyes, looking at the fully dressed reflection of the snake demon Medusa in the mirror shield, and the gorgeous light and shadow effects that had been laid out all over the place. Listening to the accompaniment of string music and vocals, lightly open your pale lips.
"Why are you silent? What crime are you guilty of? If there is no grudge, why would I point my sword at your neck? Oh, you are speechless. Could it be that my dancing steps cannot shake your frozen heart? , will you soften it for a moment? If it happens again, I will have to behead you!"
The light in the silver mirror swayed, the snake monster's silver light burned with murderous intent, and the faint death light shot out from the snake's eyes. Go out, smash the rocks, break the beams and columns.
The fictional scenery of the stage changes with the pace of the two, accompanied by blazing blue fire and deep dusk songs. The dancer and the basilisk change positions one after another, just like two people dancing together, with blood spilled, light and sad, magnificent and lingering.
"Speak, Medusa, why did you become so evil? Where is your old appearance? Where is the old beauty gone? Who's fault has brought you to this point?" The dancer almost begged, and the sword edge approached the basilisk's throat several times. , and moved away quietly. "My dance steps can be used to kill people. Is this what I want? Today, I need to use it to decide life and death! Do you have no regrets in your heart and soul?"
No one answered.
The sword light flashed instantly, and the accompanying low-pitched lamentation stopped instantly.
As soon as the red gold rune lit up, there was a head of a snake demon, flying up and falling to the mirror shield. In an instant, it turned into a dead stone and rolled into the arms of the dancer who fell to the ground. .
The dancers were silent for tens of seconds, then Fang put away her sword, held up her head, wrapped it in gauze, staggered out of the stage, and walked towards the deep shadows of the theater's backstage.
The gray mist almost dissipated, revealing the body of a snake demon. In the small area still surrounded by the blood mist, two snake shadows slowly swam out, one the color of mithril and the other the color of the starry sky.
“So, with the death of the gorgon, the blood from its neck merged with Salome’s blood, and two monsters were born, Pegasus and Chrysaor, who wandered the isolated island all day long. The lower demigod heroes come to seek fame and glory, or they sink in the vast ocean and die in the netherworld."
Hebe's voice sounded slowly, and the queen walked out of the backstage and stood on the side of the stage. Her figure is specially magnified by holographic technology until, to the viewer's eyes, she appears to be as tall as the original.
"The prologue of "Theogony" comes to an end here, and the next chapter will continue to be written in this glorious theater. In the name of the Governor of the Olympia Star Cluster, as the Primarch Pettu Rabo’s endorsement hereby declares: The first Olympia Games has officially begun!”
Fulgrim returned to the stage empty-handed, and Ferrus stood up from where he lay down, side by side with Fulgrim! , bowing to Olympia.
Throughout the theater, several Primarchs, hundreds of Astartes warriors, and tens of thousands of people applauded, and the cheers lingered in the theater for a long time.
(End of this chapter)