Chapter 295 The Unknown Silence
Fulgrim noticed that Konrad Curze’s unique eyes covered in deep black seemed to be staring at his side face,
He knew there It was covered with a brown-black scar that tarnished his perfect appearance, just like the decaying weeds in the cracks on marble. Just this trace was enough to transform all the flawlessness into strengthening and highlighting this flaw.
Why is Conrad looking there?
After this, his slightly sluggish thinking recalled the note he had written in his heart for Conrad Coates—a brother with an extremely serious paranoia about cleanliness.
These notes in Chemos were scattered into two jumping fragments, and then shook together in the next blink of an eye, transforming into a belated conclusion: the Eighth Primarch did not like the dirt on his face.
He felt ridiculous ridicule at his own slowness and distraction. This was not the reaction speed a Primarch should have, let alone the purple phoenix surrounded by the Emperor's Children, the Lord of the Third Legion. style. But a weak current swept over his hand, making his throat sink into fatigue, preventing him from making any more movements.
Through the stain on his face, his strength and soul seemed to be passing away quietly. From this moment now, it has been sweeping towards his past, crushing every glorious moment he had ever had. And the flaws hidden behind it were nakedly, even excessively, coldly dragged to the surface.
"Conrad..." Fulgrim moved his lips, unable to say more.
Conrad Coates looked at it for a few seconds, and these times became both endless and short in his sight. Then, his pale fingers reached into the tool bag and moved some small metal utensils that were in the way, letting the blades and tweezers collide lightly.
He took out a folded clean handkerchief, held a corner, let it fall freely, and covered Fulgrim's knees. Then, he took off the black and blue velvet cloak he wore today, threw it on the deck next to Fulgrim, and then sat on the ground with Fulgrim.
“How is it?” he asked, “How did your pharmacist explain it? Tell us?”
Fulgrim pressed his forehead and rested for a moment. Then he picked up the pure white silk handkerchief and used it to carefully wipe off the blood on his face. "He blamed your pharmacist Hexakeris for the matter."
"Heck Sacheris?" Conrad Coates grinned, "That old guy is indeed not a good guy. I wanted to kill him a few months ago. So, why don't you believe Fabius Bayer. ?”
He straightened his bent legs outwards.
Unlike other Primarchs who followed the Roman customs in Olympia, the Lord of the Night was still obsessed with covering every inch of his skin as much as possible, even in the bright sunshine of Lokos. This is not just due to being unaccustomed to light.
Old scars all over the body. This was the mark he really needed to cover.
"What flaws has he exposed, brother? Let me guess, what blasphemies he has committed? What prohibitions he has broken, what materials he has used..."
Conrad asked softly, using sharp words to provoke the cracks in Fulgrim's heart.
"A Terran genetic son who I thought was dead, he..." Fulgrim reluctantly took a breath of air, and now, the hollow pain of loss was grasped from his palms It came from that part of the handkerchief, as if the skin there was withering and breaking, and falling off the powder and residue belonging to the wings.
"Not dead." Cozz followed the words he couldn't say, "It's not considered alive either. A walking corpse, with its will trapped in a cage of flesh and blood, destined to struggle in the breath of decay for thousands of years."
He did not hesitate to add the most poignant words to his answer, and a part of him did feel a sense of relief from it, but it was contempt for Fulgrim, another man who did not belong to this galaxy. Facing the dazed Primarch beside him, Konrad Curze only felt a sense of trance and perversion.
He also had a day in the position of preacher, which is enough to show that the world is always tossing and turning in varying degrees of absurdity, good and bad. If possible, he hoped to leave this drudgery to Perturabo, who didn't know where he was at this time.
"After being late for a long time, you suddenly realized that you swung your sword and cut off the blood-stained thread." Coz said, "I will live up to your heart. It's against the emperor's will."
Fulgrim's lips twitched, and his lost amethyst eyes gradually regained their energy.
He still had a lot to do and no more retreat to waste in regret.
"You are a true seer, Konrad," Fulgrim whispered back, "you have seen it all."
"Not everything, Fulgrim Mm. What I saw was just a fleeting fragment, a flicker of memory; it was not a prophecy, but a dark drama written by a poorly composed narrator, reflecting a side of half-truth." He stared into Fulgrim's eyes.
"Do you know how many situations are consistent with Lycaon?" Fulgrim asked.
“Only Fabius himself knows what is going on here.”
"What happens next?" Fulgrim asked.
"Huh..." Cozz spread his palms and traced his palm prints with his eyes, like a master of mysticism who has been immersed in palm print divination for many years, "You have become better than me. Still degenerate, my beloved brother."
After speaking, he did not pronounce another syllable.
“I understand.” Fulgrim said, “I’m sorry to ask you to accompany me on such a journey. I have ordered Akulduna to destroy Fabius Bayer’s current status. Study the results and keep him under strict supervision."
"You didn't ask whether it was Hexakeris who did something good. I am full of comfort," Fulgrim waved. His hand, "What are you going to do with Bayer?"
"You are the condemning judge, Conrad. Do you think that there will still be a day for him to pay off his sins?"
"The last time I was asked this question was the Lord of Fire Dragons, Vulkan. At that time, I clarified the prison terms of criminals based on the Empire's laws for facing pirates, and used them as a reference plan to inform the leaders of the Eighteenth Legion."
"However, the Astartes are independent of the rules. Regardless of ethics, only the laws of the empire; Space Marines are neither the perpetrators of crimes, nor can they assume the position of victims."
"If both parties are considered aristocrats, then the law will apply. Bius Bayer can even be exempted. If both are regarded as civilians, the pharmacist should be punished."
Kuzz bit his lip and licked away a trace of blood to offset the previous sentence. The physical pain caused by the vision of prophecy that flashed before my eyes as it rolled through my brain.
Another messy and broken foreshadowing. Buzzing flies, dim twilight, rotten and transparent curtains. He has long been used to it.
“So, cough,” he coughed to dispel the itch in his throat, “I still want to hand over the power of judgment to you. This is your legion, Fulgrim.”
Fulgrim spread out the handkerchief.
"I understand," he said, "that he will not be forgiven. My blind sympathy."
He braced his knees, stood up, and held out his hand to Curze. Then, he suddenly remembered something, wiped his hand on his sleeve, and stretched out his hand again.
"I'm glad I got the chance to discover the truth before future mistakes come. I was named Phoenix, and the Phoenix must learn how to rise from ashes and fire." Curze grabbed Fulgrim's hand. , letting Fulgrim pull him up. "May fate surrender to you, Phoenix."
He tossed his hanging black hair to his face indifferently: "Without any other questions, I returned to the surface. Now The mortal competition should be archery, and I look forward to their fast arrows hitting each other's targets."
"Goodbye, Conrad, I have to take care of the aftermath of this matter. The mouth is still open, so you can take the transport plane back directly."
Conrad Curze nodded goodbye to Fulgrim, turned a corner, and immediately let out a long silent sigh of relief.
He was about to wrap the cloak tightly around himself when he remembered that the cloak was not only forgotten in the corridor, but also stained with dust that might not have been washed away from the interior of the Emperor's Children's ship. More importantly, he still had to fight with Fulgrim. Mu explained the reason for his return, which made him even more hesitant to go.
Bringing a brother back from his lost state is beyond the psychological limits of what Conrad Coates can bear - he should be playing the role of the man whose mind is not his. No matter how bad a dramatic actor he is, he is just a wandering spirit wandering around in a blurry alley at midnight.
When other Primarchs are in a state of weakness and hesitation, do they become the ones they rely on?
Damn the false emperor, he should call Ferus here and let him deal with this trouble that belongs to him!
He turned around the second corridor, his pace gradually quickening.
Even though Fabius Bile was telling lies, he did need to return and ask if it was Hexacherius who injected the Emperor's son Telemanon with the heartbreaking elixir. Konrad Curze could not rule out the possibility that the old Haemonculus, well versed in the treacherous paths of the curse, had deliberately drawn attention to the apothecary in advance.
This is indeed helpful to the current situation, but the Blood Marquis will never allow his subjects to deceive their superiors and act privately.
At the last moment when Konrad Coates turned into the third corridor and boarded the transport plane, and the door was about to close, he saw an ordinary servitor in a gray robe quietly arriving from Another transport boat here slid out and drove towards the depths of the ship to the set target location.
——
"My lord, aren't you on board the flagship?" Nefertari adjusted the position of the communication headset in her pointed ears.
The design of mortal equipment always conflicts with their body structure in many details. For the sake of their majesty, no, this honorific is within the territory of the human empire and unfortunately belongs to the father of the Lord of the Royal Court. She can only reluctantly The next best thing was to call Conrad Coates "my lord."
"Father is currently accompanying the third Primarch Fulgrim to the fleet of the Emperor's Children." At the other end of the communication array, the soldier who answered the inquiry replied, "Is it For urgent matters, the Natural Disaster Sun Eater?”
Nefertari weighed the importance of her genes being stolen, and after a brief thought, she immediately decided to hand over the matter to the Night Ghost Blood Marquis. decision. She must not make arbitrary decisions.
"Yes." She said, "Then, please transfer me to the Emperor's Children's ship, thank you."
The warrior didn't ask any more questions. "Roger, wait."
Nefertari watched the marked points on the data board beat regularly, waiting for the other party's answer. Soon after, the soldier sent news.
"The ground cannot make contact with the Emperor's Children fleet."
Nefertari frowned uneasily, an unusual tingling pulsing in her gut.
——
With the operation of mechanical transmission parts, a gold-plated palace door opened to Iskandar Kayan in the Royal Palace of Lokos.
The scholar was amazed by what he saw in front of him. The giant forging hammers and machine tools made the ground beneath his feet shake slightly. The hydraulic press hissed, and steam gushes out from different gaps and exhaust channels, making the room very hot. Even the air trembled with the heat.
Crossing the long corridor composed of precise and strong metal plates, Kayon saw the familiar tall giant at the middle of the bridge that spanned the flowing hematite beneath the horizontal line. Khayon was somewhat surprised that the Primarch of the Iron Warriors was willing to meet him in person.
He stepped forward quickly. The closer he got, the more uncomfortable he felt.
This Primarch does not seem to have that iconic shaking power, and his soul does not tremble because he is close to the noble halo of a descendant of the Emperor.
In addition, he seemed to hear that there were countless mechanical components working quietly in the huge body of the original gene.
Is this the legendary extra body of the Primarch Perturabo that the old warriors in the Iron Warriors once mentioned in casual conversations?
"Lord Perturabo." He leaned forward and saluted.
"Say." The mechanical Perturabo, who had repaired his bionic skin, nodded slightly.
Intact, he has now traveled to the Webway with Morse to assist the Emperor in completing his final work.
At this time, the excavation mission is coming to an end. The dawn of success makes several people very happy. Morse has obviously become more enthusiastic about writing scripts. The color of the miniature Magnus's skin is more vivid. Ange Long began to take the time to drag Magnus to watch the video of the World Eaters fighting the Sun of Dust. Even the Emperor...
The Emperor actually had little reaction. However, Perturabo believed that beneath the Emperor's glorious face, there was also the satisfaction of the smooth progress of the plan.
For this reason, Olympia is temporarily managed by the mechanical Perturabo.
"In the process of exploring the truth behind the potion taken by Telemanon Lylas, the Emperor's Son, I accidentally discovered that another servitor of the Emperor's Children once served as an auxiliary force from the Sons of the Muses in the Nightghost Court. "Stealing genes."
Without more evidence, Kayon did not directly name Fabius Bayer.
"Given that Lyras is currently serving as a communicator within the Iron Warriors, I deem it necessary to report this incident involving him to you."
At stake is Telemanon's clean reputation. he thought.
"Okay, thank you." Mechanical Perturabo said, "Fulgrim and Konrad Curze went to deal with this matter three hours ago. I can send this message Relay to the Emperor's Children fleet."
As a machine body, the communication array installed in Perturabo immediately began to operate. However, after a moment, his expression changed from calm to solemn.
Conrad Curze has already started descending on a transport plane and will reach the surface soon. This message was successfully delivered to the Eighth Primarch, and Conrad asked Fulgrim about the feedback he gave after receiving the message.
But on the other side, the communication requests sent to the Emperor's Children fleet were like water droplets melting into the fog, falling into the unknown silence.
(End of this chapter)