Chapter 285 Scene 2
“Oh, Minotaur, how did you become what you are now? You were supposed to be a character as smooth as the moon, but what I saw was a dead soul. Demon! Is the sharp claw on your left hand, the blade of purple lightning, the 'contract' I gave you? Is the cold-lighting long claw on your right hand the 'veritas' you seek?"
"Eh? What do you mean, my friend Hercules? You think I fell into darkness, wasting away my life, gnawing on living flesh and blood, polluting these sharp weapons, Is it equivalent to damaging your reputation and destroying your glory?"
Hercules, played by Perturabo, grasped the bright hammer and turned it into a temporary hammer? The ironwork, with its surface covered with luminous paint, suddenly broke through the dark fog lingering on the stage under the radiance of the midday sun.
Opposite him, the body of the monster played by Conrad Coates is half-bowed, and the two wings on his back are tightly close to each other and folded up vigilantly. The two wings are made of silver-white material like Hades bone, and are dark blue. The huge claws that occasionally appeared with lightning were connected to the ends of the arm armor, taking the place of the pale hands.
When the light came on, the bat-winged man immediately blocked his face with his left hand and stepped back, becoming a living ghost who was afraid of the skylight.
The warrior stepped forward, step by step, his tone full of doubts: "I am very reluctant to hear your words, because I am using a completely frank spirit to express my painful feelings to you. I have doubts, but you can't even get me a solid response. You have to prove that you are a bat that cannot be tamed, a monster imprisoned in the labyrinth. Should I let you trample on your destiny and let me Do you control so many innocent lives?”
The ghost chuckled, and with his laughter, the black mist surged onto the stage again.
“I like these claws very much. I want to keep them forever, so I keep them with me at all times. Whenever a person is lost in this maze, speak to our contract and the truth. , it’s like the poison of thought in the blood is gurgling through the veins of your body. You have the same feeling, as if the fire of sulfur is burning in the soles of your feet, forcing you to descend into this abyss all the time! , you are also talking about innocent lives, my old friend!”
“I have seen the crimes you committed, what’s the use of talking about the hobbies in the past? I don’t know anything about it, and it’s not like I haven’t understood it. Even if I mention your past righteousness, can I abdicate your undoubted and real blood debt? Above, the throne also weeps for you!”
"If you want to fight with me, I can only offer my martial arts. You can use your holy hammer of the mantra given by the righteous, but I can only use my claws, knives, ropes, poisonous blood and psychedelic magic." Water, let the dark revenge rise up from my dark cave, take my life now and sacrifice it for the justice of the past. "
A voice came from the black mist. The empty lament was hard to say from whose mouth it came.
The next moment, the sword glowed in the mist. The silver blade and the glowing outline of the warhammer collided with the swords and the roars of the beasts, fighting in the increasingly dense darkness. , only around the warrior, there is still a bright shadow like eternal sunlight.
"My Lord did not show his complete power..."
Under the stage, although several people also had a place in the front row of the theater, their seats were all located deep in the shadows. , and wearing a black cloak, black clothes with skulls and bloody bat wings embroidered on the chest, while concentrating on enjoying the performance on the stage, while privately speaking softly in Gothic with a unique tone, chatting about their own topic.
Their volume is undoubtedly enough to escape the ears of any mortal, especially in a theater that accommodates more than 10,000 people. Even if people are just breathing ordinary breaths at a regular volume, all kinds of trivial noises are enough to cover up the sounds hidden in the shadows. dialogue in.
It is worth mentioning that even though this play is not as grand as the opening ceremony and cannot be missed, given that Perturabo, the Lord of Olympia, played one of the two main roles in it, the theater at this time The seats were packed, and the use of thousands of Lokos Palace official and private unofficial drones floating in the sky proved that this feast was being broadcast simultaneously in countless corners of the entire planet.
It is not difficult to imagine that during the space voyage in the next few months, today's video tape will be transmitted to the locations of hundreds of planets along with the routes of merchant ships, and will be further spread in countless years to come. Come on.
But the words that are difficult for mortals to hear clearly are another matter for the Astartes whose seats are allocated near corners and whose senses are particularly sensitive. Objectively speaking, this is the reason why Curze's auxiliary army still cautiously uses Gothic instead of Eldar to communicate - on planet 154-4, there are indeed a small number of Astartes who know that Kang Rader Curze is associated with the Eldar, but this information is still not suitable for large-scale dissemination.
Therefore, Iskandar Khayon, the Warrior of the Thousand Dust Sun, who is in the same place as the Iron Warriors and serves as a communication staff, is very convinced that there is a group of Konrad Curze's men at this time... The mortal auxiliary who seemed to be too tall was using his words to express his unconditional praise for his direct superiors, as well as his doubts about the organizer of the games and the leader of the legion to which he currently belonged temporarily, Perturabo.
Khayon himself had no intention of interrupting the discussions of these mortals; he viewed them as an object of appreciation and a way to see the different primarchs from another perspective, and gradually became accustomed to their unique accents.
He watched the battle between the original bodies. Even if they restrained their strength and speed in order to face the masses, and left room for each other, the fighting consciousness and skills were still worthy of appreciation.
Kayon held the hatchet he carried with him. This weapon came from Fenris. It was the unique force that his comrades received from Fenris after completing their exchange career with the Fenris Wolves. Carrying it in. Wilder, in Fenrisian terms, is destiny, a word characteristic of rune priests.
He asked his fellow Iron Warriors to inject molten iron into the ax handle, and poured his own etheric energy into the molten iron to achieve better control over the weapon.
Next, the event prepared by Olympia for all visitors is a wrestling competition.
Mortals will undoubtedly be excited to see friendly competitions between warriors from various planets, and they will be curious and even yearn for warriors with different styles born in the civilized environments of different planets. Not enough, far from it, for the Astartes.
The Iron Lord, who has always been thoughtful, has of course taken this into consideration. Each legion has been informed that they will have the opportunity to personally verify the qualifications of a place located in the core area of the Cheorwon by the Lord of the Seventh Legion. , in the battlefield called "Narni's Court", engage in a heart-warming battle of fighting skills.
Considering that there are only a few Suns of Thousand Dusts in Olympia, and he does not feel that among his companions there are people who are better at close combat, Kayon realized the moment he got the news. To the point that he may have to fight for the honor of the father of genes: after all, he still has an ax for close combat. What does this seem to mean?
"You are a little too loud, mortal friends." Telemanon said, his voice was as beautiful as ever, and after lowering his voice at this time, his words became a low tone. Strings, subtly matching the local orchestra's accompaniment to the performance of the two Primarchs on stage.
In addition, his eyes still shine with the iconic bright blue light, creating an unquestionable sense of beauty in the light and shadow of the open air. Of course, Telemanon Lylas was an Emperor's Son.
Iskandar Khayon hoped that if the Astartes did fight each other, he would face an opponent of no higher caliber than the twin swords of Telemanon. He didn't think he could survive more than a few rounds under Sigismund or Akulduna.
"Does it make you feel noisy, respected Lord Astartes?" A female warrior said, her use of honorifics was so lackluster that it made her soft tone contain A kind of sharpness, close to the crisp sound of the collision of weapons when her master and Perturabo were fighting on the stage. "We will remain appropriately quiet."
She tilted her head slightly. The skin under the black hood was dark and translucent, like clear ink crystal, and the blood vessels showed an extra deep purple on the edge of her cheeks. , and then went deep into the shadow of the hood close to the bone.
A sense of alienation gathered on this thin face, and Kayon could not forget it. He realized that her lips were a distinctive bluish-gray color.
"Who are you?" Khayon asked, seeing Telemanon glance at him, and suddenly his face burned with heat. The scholar ignored it and continued to look at the female warrior's upwardly curved eyes. "I see there are some bulges on your back. The combat wings developed by the Eighth Legion for mortals?"
The pair of wings hidden under the black cloak trembled, and Khayon felt a desire to explore. This may be a common problem among scholars - he wanted to know how the Eighth Legion equipped the mortal army with some unique neural connections. Additional limbs. "Yes." The female warrior said uneasily and warily, seeming to regret taking the words of the Space Marine.
“Can I know your name?”
The expression of the female warrior suddenly turned cold. Kayon didn't understand why he got such a response.
First of all, few mortals would have such an attitude towards the Astartes. He had heard that the warriors of the Luna Wolves were once described by mortals in private as having a "strong smell", but face to face It was the first time he encountered such a way of coping.
Secondly, she's not a Custodes, right? They are the type of warriors whose name is impossible to name.
"Nefertari." The female warrior said, "Masters Astartes, I think we are talking a little loudly, and I regret it."
"I understand. , let us be quiet." Telemanon smiled and glanced at Khayon. Khayon stared back.
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The smell of disinfectant spreads in the laboratory, overpowering the smell of blood and metal.
No experiments are being conducted at this time, so the lights in the room are maintained at a normal brightness. Scissors, bone saws, syringes, and some surgical instruments that Fabius Bayer was not familiar with before, he also gained more understanding during this time.
He put away the tools on the table, "You did not go to the surface of Olympia, Hexakeris."
"You did not go either, Son of the Emperor." Old. The Haemonculus said that Fabius could sense that this researcher shared his passion for flesh and blood, as well as his tireless thirst for genetic exploration. Under this premise, Hexakeris's vigilance seems particularly difficult to explain.
He and Hexakeris should be on the same path - and if the latter adheres to the principle of mutual exclusion of like, then how could he choose a person who is sincerely loyal to him? Owner?
This troubled Fabius. It's not because of the other party's attitude, but because of this attitude's hindrance to the two's collaborative exploration.
During this time, they were supposed to have developed enough trust in each other that Fabius could show the other a tube of questionable genes in order to delve deeper into where the Emperor's Children Blight came from.
Yes, even after Fulgrim's return, and even before the Primarch's return, the blight of the Legion was suppressed, but it was never truly resolved in the warriors born of Terra. .
Fabius knew very well that this disease was simply sealed within their genetic spiral by a unique, psychic-like power. It saved many soldiers of the Third Legion, but some still lost their lives.
It is just latent, and this latent may last until the eternity of the end of the world, or it may end tomorrow. There is a corruption that lurks within the glorious Emperor's Children's skin, within the black carapace, within the sternum plates.
This is far from perfect. Fabius Bair did not believe that Fulgrim did not want to completely eliminate this hidden danger. The Apothecary believed that this was why his research always received the Primarch's approval.
Fabius did not forget the look Lycaon gave him when he told his friend that he was in danger of developing a disease. There is an astonishing disdain there.
Fabius was not stung and just moved Lycaon to the operating table in exchange for a mixture of recovery enzymes and protein distillation.
This is the elixir he asked for from his comrades in order to extend his life. Because his road is longer. In the words of the original body, it is closer to perfection.
"I at least participated in the opening ceremony where my Primarch was present," said Fabius.
“Not every ‘mortal’ is qualified to gaze upon the glory of our Lord,” Hexakeris said, “I am already far from a mortal.”
The old Haemonculus summoned a 'mortal' attendant wearing a black robe and an iron helmet, and asked him to fetch the viscera extract they would need for their next work.
Fabius knew very well that this attendant would tell everything that happened in the laboratory today to the Night Ghost Blood Marquis who was wary of him.
In any case, he has never conducted experiments beyond the bottom line, and this surveillance will not have negative consequences.
"Bring Solution No. 3," Fabius ordered to his own attendants.
The machine makes the purple lenses of the eyes reflect light. Its armor was very worn, its lightning patterns frayed. Its face and neck are covered in sutures. This obscures its true appearance.
The squire saluted and struck the left side of the heart with his right fist.
"Thank you, Lycaon." Fabius added politely.
(End of this chapter)