Chapter 326 Balance of Three
They were returning to Sanguinius's residence on Baal.
A council of elders composed of multiple local tribes of Baal were waiting for them. They all prepared their clothes, washed themselves, and prepared to surround themselves under the angel's seat and listen to what Sanguinius brought to them about the new arrival. The magnificent enlightenment of the Inspired One.
Conrad Curze walked slightly behind Sanguinius to avoid being hit by the angel's unintentionally outstretched white wings.
Normally, Sanguinius would not make such ridiculous mistakes, but the Blood Marquis was very happy that his concealment, leaving no smell or sound behind, could give the great angel an idea of his location. Make judgment errors in positioning.
Even if the cost was that he was hit in the shoulder by a white feathered wing that was blowing in the rustling wind, it was obviously not because he was surrounding Sanguinius and offering heartfelt advice.
At this time, Conrad Coates’ eyes were fixed on Morse and he was mumbling something.
“Seven days ago, the meteor that fell into the sky that my messenger saw was indeed not an illusion.” He said softly like singing, “My courtiers told me that a dark broken star rolled up The blazing fire fell from the sky above the desolate land of Baal and fell to the ground along a vertical line without leaving any traces in the sand... Is that an ominous sign that a crack is about to open? Or-"
"It's me." Morse said in a straightforward manner, cutting off Coze's gurgling rhetoric like water from a nearby spring. "I don't have a drop cabin. It's a pity."
“Where are your crew members?” Cozz raised his slender eyebrows, “Can’t even find a single drop pod in Perturabo’s fleet?”
"I'm separate from him, Konrad," Morse said, floating beside the two Primarchs, the black windbreak above his head, his wrists crossed behind his back.
“He is currently busy with Legion affairs. The last time I wrote to him, he had just completed the construction of a fortress. The Iron Warriors of Perturabo were three of the most glorious armies of the Great Crusade. He is one of the legions, and I am just an idler. How can I be in a giant space ship with him?"
"Why don't you praise Perturabo's achievements in person? He, but according to the narrative poem of Conrad Curze, he will be happy about it."
Sanguinius said softly, most of the time, the angel's voice was either immersed in pleasantness. There may be a noble and unshakable majesty in the warm and warm wind. This moment is not an exception.
"That is definitely not a narrative poem——"
"Not according to your prophecy?" Mors said, watching the fine feathers on the edges of Sanguinius' wings swaying rhythmically in the wind.
“Are you implying those old fragments, or the newly arrived moment of light and shadow?” Coz’s voice was hoarse, “You must have learned that our white-feathered angel has been fortunate enough to receive a new horizon recently. "Apocalypse."
"Alas, friends," Sanguinius said frankly, "we all know what Perturabo was in the prophecy..."
The angel's face was bright and smiling. dignified. He withheld a few words from his mouth, but deliberately left enough gaps to let the two listeners know the deeper meaning of his hints.
"... has a unique nature." Sanguinius finished the first half of his sentence, "And among the new fragments that have appeared recently, the Petula mentioned by Conrad has not yet appeared. If I were lucky enough to see Bo's face..."
The angel's eyes drifted into the distance, as if he had seen the scene described in his words, and there was a complex fluctuation in his smile.
"That will probably be a very unforgettable scene, no less than the day Conrad and I first met in the desert." After that, he nodded slightly to Conrad. "I thought I could meet and smile with your respectable golden-armored king, but who knew that I would see my bloody cloak fluttering like a flag outside the night blue steel armor?" Conrad said sarcastically. "What a disappointing scene!"
"I can't say that I was overjoyed when I met you, Konrad, but I had some misgivings about meeting the Emperor. Not so worried." Sanguinius shook his head and joined in the attack with each other using their own language characteristics to achieve a balance. "Seeing your flagship, I suddenly feel better."
After that. , before either of the two could think of a suitable retort, Sanguinius turned around and opened his arms to the two guests from afar.
His blond hair flowed like water waves in the heavenly stream, and his wings spread out and stretched out behind him. They were covered with strings of beads and thin silver rings intertwined with each other, like a cloud shadow with sunlight shining through the gaps.
The radiant color naturally shines from the archangel's body. In a sense, he is similar to his father, the Emperor of Mankind, but also has a more relatable handsomeness. Sanguinius imparts his light to those who look up to him, as if baptizing, or showing mercy.
"It is still early, friends, and there is still a lot of time before sunset," Sanguinius used an unmistakable endearment. "In the current peak season, the density of radiation clouds is very low and the sunlight is scarce. It’s not bad. The Baer people like this kind of weather. We will go out to soak up the sun and stretch our bodies without thinking about the poison caused by the radiation sand.”
His wings trembled behind him. , eager to try.
"So, do you want to enjoy the scenery here with me from high altitude?" Sanguinius invited warmly. "To be honest, I'm a little tired of flying alone in the sky. But I have never tried flying with my friends in the sky. That is another matter."
"Do you think that the poisonous plagues and raiders I brought here did not bring any equipment for photocopying when they were swirling in the air?" Coze was not confused by Sanguinius's words, and the coldness of his tone It was consistent with the expression on his face, "I watched Ba moon, Sanguinius, high in the sky for several months."
"If you must ask, I was in the process of falling from the atmosphere to the near earth. "It can be called a privilege to have a high-altitude perspective," Morse said, "But if you really want to find a reason to face a hundred minor problems from your tribal elders later, of course I can accompany you. Come on, noble son of the Emperor."
He stretched out a hand wrapped in a circle of black cloth, "Just pull it, it won't let go."
Sanguinius, be careful. He grabbed Morse's arm. He did worry for a moment. When he was speeding across the sky like a meteor, the black cloth wrapped around Morse's hands would unravel, causing Morse to fall, or something else would happen.
"What about me?" Kurtz showed a suspicious expression, "How are you going to take me flying?"
"I thought you disagreed," Sanguinius said cheerfully, making Konrad Curze's hidden approval explicit.
He stretched out his other hand to Coz: "Do you want to hold my hand?"
Coz sneered from the gap between his upper and lower teeth, with an uneasy expression on his face. I happily took out a roll of high-strength dark blue string from my carry-on tool bag. Even though he wasn't wearing armor at the moment, his tool bag was still hanging on the navy blue leather belt around his waist.
He wound the rope around his hand several times and tossed the remaining rope into Sanguinius's open palm. The angel made a fist and firmly grasped the other end of the blue rope. In this way, he held a visitor to Baal in each hand.
The next breath, the blond angel's wings suddenly spread out, and the blazing sun shone like broken gold, dancing colorfully on the flying feathers. Angels, night ghosts and craftsmen broke free from the desert dust and rose against the wind, straight into the sky.
(End of this chapter)