Chapter 329 The Reluctant God
Since Morse raised that unique question, the topic of the Pure-Blood Conclave has quickly gone from a serious angel farewell party to giving each brother an alias. in the discussion.
Sanguinius was obviously so happy. He stood for a while and then sat happily on the ground. His wings flapped twice behind his back from time to time, and the ornaments wrapped on it jingled. He even asked the waiter to come up and comb his feathers. All agreed.
The angel took the initiative to lower his wings so that a mortal could replace him with the latest pendant, straighten the small and smooth feathers in the direction of growth, and apply a prepared protective balm on the surface of the wings.
"Phoenix Angel Fulgrim, with silver hair and purple clothes. I heard that he wears half a silver and iron mask. He is a very handsome angel among us," Sanguinius folded his hands freely between his legs. , introduced to his people, with a bright light flashing in his eyes.
Let’s not mention the brothers who have never appeared in the world and only exist in reality. The remaining brothers that Konrad Coates has described can be given some names in sequence.
“Does the Phoenix Angel have wings?” Imlet Isaacs held a charcoal pen and set up a low table in front of him. On the table was a stack of blank parchments.
He was the best among the Baal people who learned to write history from the courtiers of Conrad Curze. The achievements of Sanguinius when he descended on Baal, captured the Fire Scorpion, and defeated the mutants were all recorded by him.
“Then, the man-eating mutant appeared, numbering in the hundreds, far exceeding all of us. Swords grew out of their mouths, their eyes stared dimly, and they held a rusty blade in their crooked hands. In an instant, death came. To. So the angel began his work..."
When he presented this account to Sanguinius, Imlet Ilsachs believed he saw something in the angel's radiant face. An unconcealable smile.
Back at this point, Sanguinius leaned forward and told the elders: "Among my brothers, I am the only one who has true wings."
"Thank you, Archangel." The elder began Recording the information he knows, the angel's brother will undoubtedly also be an important part of Baal's belief system.
"Then, is..." Sanguinius hesitated to award the title of "Iron Angel" to whom. In the end, since Perturabo came first, he decided to give up thinking about the order. "...The construction angel, Perturabo. He has a serious personality, but he is very good at building the material foundation needed for life."
The elder wrote the manuscript stroke by stroke: Construction Angel Perturabo, Especially good at the structure of heaven, he is the master architect of the human emperor, the master of gold...
Morse raised his eyebrows slightly, listening in the shadows to the aliases these Baals gave to the original bodies, and said to A certain amount of doubt has arisen about Sanguinius' ability to name names.
When Konrad Curze decided to form his private army organization, the alternative titles were full of inexplicable names such as Fool, Midnight Senator, Grand Steward, Ghost Lord, Ghost Hunter, Standing Chancellor, Wandering Sentinel, etc. Vocabulary, it was verified that Konrad Curze's mental age was maintained at a weird level by Comoros.
However, when it was Sanguinius's turn, the name he gave his brother became a simple style befitting the yellow sands of Baal.
From the understandable wolf angels, stone angels, silver-hand angels, red angels, to extreme angels, math angels, wisdom angels, angels of firstborn, golden angels, dragon angels... Holy The more Gilles enumerated, and the more solemnly the elders entered the sequence into the Barr manuscript, the more complicated Morse became.
Yes, Sanguinius was not mistaken about the description, but Mors was certain that Magnus would not like his new title.
The light transmitted from the zenith gap is weakening, and the daylight of Ba moon is slowly coming to an end. The scorching temperatures dropped sharply, cold nights poured into the sandy plains, and radiation dust fell and gathered again. Residents outside have already returned indoors in order to extend their lives in the harsh natural environment.
Mors sent a psychic message to Sanguinius informing him of his decision to wander around, and quietly left the cave.
Conrad Coates was not in his private flying vehicle hanging at high altitude at this time. Instead, he braved the high concentration of radiation and drilled into a deserted city on the surface of Baobab.
The Lord of the Night is clothed in darkness, and his body temperature is colder than the night temperature. He sits in the shadow of the tower, looking at the Baal planet in the night sky, which is about four times different in size under the astronomical system of Baal's triple celestial sphere. Living next to Ba Weiyi.
“Every time I see Baal’s pure-blood tribe praying to the sky, I know that the angel brother must be sighing in his heart.” Coze showed a cold smile, and the light reflected in his black eyes, “ But this is his destiny. His great brilliance is to illuminate the path forward for mortals - ah, the father gave him endless responsibilities, creating a reluctant god."
< br>"Sometimes, he can also get fun from it." Morse chose a step a few steps higher than where Coz was, shook his robe, and sat down. "Guess what our angels are doing?" "Tearfully saying goodbye to his reluctant people," Curze said sarcastically, "The day I left Commorragh, they also gathered in the core At the pinnacle port, everyone shed tears of reluctance and anxiously watched me bid them farewell.”
“Then what?”
Koz grinned sincerely, “In the first month I left, Victor handled thirty-seven cases, seize the time to unfold. On the busiest night, he purged six newly formed conspiracies. This is the meaning of the existence of my dark people. Their fear and trembling can only offset one thousandth of their sins. ”
Morse shook his head and sighed in mock sympathy.
“Thank you so much, my dear Muse of the Underworld. To manage a never-quiet Undercity, you really need to find an agent with great patience, which is not easy. What’s more, you still have It’s not easy for you to save five minutes of your precious time carving leather every month to deal with Victor’s weekly report!”
"As long as you understand," Curze whispered, "So what exactly is Sanguinius doing?"
"In naming future visitors to the Empire, like me, now you can call me Wiccan An angel."
"What is Perturabo? An angel of earth, stone and wood?"
"I thought you would guess an angel of steel."
< br>"Sanguinius is not that kind-hearted," Curze waved his hand. "Sometimes he even doesn't like being called an angel. He will not reward each brother with a beautiful name."
He hugged the blood-red cloak around him, and the fine sand slid down. "When he found it difficult to sleep on his back, I bet Sanguinius wanted to take off his wings."
Morse's fingertips brushed his chin, as if he thought of something .
“We still have a lot of time before any empire-affiliated organization or legion is called to improve Baal’s religious environment or ecological situation.” He said, “If Sanguinius loses his wings temporarily, you What do you think will happen?”
Koz’s expression suddenly became dangerous. "What are you going to do, Morse?"
"Of course not to pluck his white feathers in the middle of the night." The craftsman was not affected by the coldness surrounding the Blood Marquis at all, "The Court of Narni The virtual technology does not need to be limited to combat trials... All we need is the application interface key in Magnus or Perturabo's hand."
In the deserted city, Morse threw out his penultimate sentence of encouragement: "He even named you the Midnight Angel, Conrad Coates."
"And, I don't If anyone feels hesitant to bear the responsibility of the icon symbol without any choice, it will be the great cause of your venerable false emperor that will be damaged.”
Koz stared. Touching his own fingertips: "I asked myself again and again, did he always know everything, had he foreseen everything coming? Or was he the same as me and knew nothing about it? The bright future was burned down and decayed. Instead. I curse you... until the end."
"How could you sigh like this?" Morse tried casually.
“Oh, this is the sentimentality of Sanguinius before the end.” Curze put away his palm and clenched it tightly, as if crushing something in his pale palm.
(End of this chapter)