Chapter 334: Reckoning
Sanguinius quickly sat up from his nest, his wings suddenly spread and hit the edge of his special bed.
He calmly retracted the wings that had knocked the head of the bed into a crack, and let the pair of additional biochemical products that had caused trouble gather behind him to observe the surrounding situation.
There were only two entities nearby who were sarcastically talking to each other, and there was also a human voice that seemed to come from the shadow of a cryptex suspended in the air, joining them from time to time. During the conversation.
As soon as he sat up, the two entities were keenly aware of his movements. They both looked at him sharply with sharp eyes, which almost sent a chill down the angel's spine. Only the voice from the cryptex, Still talking about his unfinished words from a distance.
"...Perturabo can't be contacted," the voice said, sounding reluctant to admit it. "Has he reached the Satradar Abyss?"
"Even if he hasn't. Once you get there, you won't be able to support instantaneous astrological communication over such long distances, Magnus."
Morse leisurely picked up a huge feather that Sanguinius had knocked off. , holding it in his hand and observing, this made Sanguinius feel a phantom pain in his wings for no reason.
"Besides, what's the point of contacting Perturabo? Didn't we ask the respected Archangel about his personal wishes before remotely accessing the Court of Narni?"
Conrad Curze's eyes were still staring at the angel's face unblinkingly: "Oh, what are you thinking in your heart, Sanguinius, the guardian of Baal, who woke up from his dream? ”
That short memory before going to bed quickly returned through the fog. Sanguinius put his legs on the edge of the bed, sat up a little straighter, and complained casually: "No one told me that those things would invade in the end, yours The slogan is 'Experience a day without wings'"
"Didn't you enjoy a day like that?" Morse waved his hands like a harp string without any shame. Bai Yuzhi in the movie, while introducing his dream design concept, "As I said, in this dark, cold and harsh galaxy, mortals will always be buried six feet deep and die due to various inexplicable invasions. . ”
“I don’t think today’s Baal has the potential to suddenly introduce inanimate beings. Morse, this is not my dark capital, and it does not have the temptation to be invaded at any time,” Coze said. .
“I must state that the plot effect I needed at first was to insert the invasion frenzy of Baal mutants into the Court of Narni, so as to better fit the local characteristics of Sanguinius’ home planet.” Else put the feather on the small table next to him, "But someone told me that there is no statistical data on mutants in the Court of Narni, and there are too many mistakes in temporary creation. I can only dig out some Senge from the database. Something that Leth might like."
"Why would I like the Unborn?" Sanguinius said confused, using Curze's name for those things.
"You are related to the fate of that burning army stained with blood," Morse said, "but from an objective point of view, there is only the data modeling of that demonic army in the Court of Narni. Thanks to Roger Dorn Providing us with these wonderful data."
"Dorn?" Curze scratched the arm of his chair lightly. He had obviously forgotten the hardness of the wood in the Angel's room, and his fingernails easily scratched a few white marks on the armrests, turning out sawdust.
"Years ago, he was almost captured on a planet. That is not the point now."
After saying that, Mors smiled kindly at Sanguinius. : "So, how was your playing experience?"
"I want to know if you really don't remember your original identity, or if you are just acting on me." Sanguinius crossed his hands in front of him .
"Conrad and I really don't carry memories, but Morse definitely remembers that his soul structure is different from ordinary people," Magnus's voice said.
The red original body was indeed just called to deliver a remote key. Then, with a few words from Morse, he was lured into the dreamland to see the appearance of an angel.
The angel's eyebrows lowered slightly. "You scared me." He said deeply. "What if it is really another world and you really die next to me, I will not be able to accept that scene."
"Oh, I'm very sorry, Sanguinius..." Magnus' voice immediately contained a hint of guilt, "I didn't mean to make you feel sad. This is our first meeting, and I hope I can. You bring better memories.”
“Well, my hobbies are unusual, friends.” Morse clapped his hands, attracting the attention of several people, “At least we verified Na. The Court of Erni is large enough to hold the souls of multiple Primarchs, and allows us to make some small modifications to the Primarch's image, which may be useful in the future."
"Did you really only write four plays during the Olympiad, Angel of Sorcery?" Cozzi hissed, following Morse's train of thought and astutely understanding what exactly he was trying to do that was uninteresting.
"Excuse me," the angel raised one of his wings, instead of raising his hand, "No one has told me yet, what is the Court of Narni and what is the Olympiad..."
"Oh, here's the thing," Morse turned sideways, "it seems that Conrad Coates hasn't had time to tell you all his stories, right? He can explain where he came from. ?" Magnus interjected: "Isn't it Nostramo?"
"Wait a moment, Angel of Wisdom," Morse said, "Now it's blood. Angel’s Occasion”
"Well," the angel raised the corner of his mouth helplessly, "I know that the blood flowing on the sons of his Muse is not human. No matter what kind of clothes they wear or how tightly they cover up their masks, their smell clearly shows that That's it. Ba'er's Sanddust, I dare say you can't even imagine how their presence relieved my tension."
Koz curled his lips.
"Did I miss a lot of stories?" Magnus was full of doubts. He instantly transformed from the cryptex into an entity. He landed on his feet and stared at the other three people in the room with an orange-red eye in confusion.
Koz took out some gadgets from his tool bag, which seemed to be two six-sided dice. He threw the translucent light blue dice with triangular eyes on the table and fiddled with it casually.
"I don't want to say so much," he muttered.
Mors knocked on the armrest, and telepathic communication immediately flowed into Sanguinius's heart.
The Archangel fell into a brief aphasia under the influence of the harmonious atmosphere during the games shared by Morse and the great confusion of Perturabo who witnessed "the one". He tried his best to shake his wings and regain his composure.
"I understand..." He showed a standard angelic smile with difficulty, "You also know that the future I can see is just a short fragment, but this is still..."
< br>He swallowed his doubts about why Perturabo had to share everything with Rogal Dorn, and flapped his wings behind him.
"No matter what, thank you for the dream." Sanguinius regained his grace, "Being without wings is a wonderful experience. Since I was born in Baal and accepted by the pure-blood tribe, this is my first experience. This is the first opportunity to be chosen like this.”
He blinked, "I even looked forward to meeting more different Primarchs in this dream."
"They dared to cut off a piece of their thinking and throw it into Narni Court?" Curze snorted, "Trust is not enough to support any original body to this point. How can friendship shake the iron foundation of the human empire?"
"Conrad Curze is right? "Yes," Rogal Dorn said as he stood at the door, "Also, Sanguinius, watch your back."
A few people turned back and looked at him in complete incomprehension. The Primarch of the Imperial Fists who should not have appeared on Baal, except Mors who took the two dice from Curze's table.
The angel was about to say something when the pillar of the bed curtain behind him finally succumbed to the weight of the continuous blows from his wings and cracked open, driving the entire thick embroidered gold and red curtain downwards.
The angel dodged at the speed of the original body, but unfortunately the indoor space was small. When he jumped out, he inevitably hit the low table next to the bed.
Magnus tried to catch Sanguinius, he stood up, which further compressed the space in the room, and with just one backward step, another cupboard hit Magnus Feet...
Before any further chain reactions could reach the black-robed Morse, the craftsman took out an Emperor Tarot from his sleeve and pressed it next to the two dice.
A red-haired warlock wearing a robe embroidered with stars and moons. His skin was hidden in the background of the parchment-like robe. He held a dark blue crystal ball in his pearly red palms.
TheMagusofExecuteria.
From the moment the Emperor's Tarot was pressed on the table, with the craftsman's finger as the center point, the illusion began to shatter outward.
(End of this chapter)