Chapter 335 Really Awake
The breath of sand and dust is close in front of you, and the gravel scrapes across the face like a snow-white stone sculpture, leaving a touch of hot noon. Listen quietly to the sound of the earth beneath the sand. A quiet and long humming sticks to your ears touching the ground, reaching your mind, bringing you the unique soothing feeling of hot sand.
Only by acquiring the ability to prevent rapid decay under radiation can one truly enjoy the gift of Baal's temperature.
Sanguinius opened his eyes, put his hands on the ground, climbed up from the sand on the ground, pulled his clothes, and flicked his wings behind his back to get rid of the sand all over his body.
He smelled the familiar scent of Parcel in the air, and then he was sure that this place was indeed located in reality, rather than a nested fantasy.
The angel shook his head, laughed, stretched his arms, then turned to his side, hooked the tips of his wings downwards, and turned over Conrad Coze, who was also lying on the ground.
There was a voice in the air. "When I contacted Magnus, Rogal Dorn happened to be trying out the Narni Court branch on the Phalanx."
Morse emerged from the air that was fluctuating due to heat. , fell beside Sanguinius. He still held the Emperor Tarot in his hand, using it as a miniature fan to fan the wind casually.
The man in black robe said: "Yes, the Lord of the Imperial Fist has been watching your performance."
"Is this really reality?" Sanguinius asked, even if Baal's scent had convinced him. "Is it another dream space?"
"To be precise, the Court of Narni is not a dream. But if we want to discuss this in depth, you can call Magnus out first and discuss the definition of dreams with him."
Morse Akira Shaking the Magician's Tarot Card in his hand, Sanguinius saw the red-haired Magician on the card again. I'm afraid this is the real key compared to the cryptex in the dream on the second floor.
So, does Perturabo also have a corresponding Tarot?
“And we must build a double-layered hyper-real space in order to directly access the repeater without borrowing the facilities of Narni Court.” Morse explained the principle a little, “A virtual environment It must exist to import the underlying configuration."
"Okay, Morse. But how many people were watching just now?" Angel asked helplessly, spreading his hands.
"There are no more," Morse affirmed.
The angel hesitated for a moment: "Isn't Perturabo also here?"
"No, Perturabo is really in the Satrada Abyss. I sent it last time The letter has not even received a response."
"Where is the Emperor?" came a low and hoarse voice, accompanied by the sound of gravel sliding.
"I dare not speak out." Morse did not answer directly, this was an answer.
Konrad Curze awoke from his supine state and whispered a curse familiar to Sanguinius, even if Sanguinius still had no idea what it meant.
But Morse understood the meaning of that sentence, raised his eyebrows with a little surprise, and then laughed silently.
Sanguinius had to nervously review the entire dream, speculating piece by piece on who the Emperor's incarnation was, and whether he had behaved inappropriately in front of anyone.
He took a breath and forced himself to relax his worries. After all, in the first level of dreamland, he didn't even have wings, he was completely pure human.
The Emperor did not come to the door immediately because he had no objection to him and the current Baal triple celestial sphere.
"Why didn't you take care of Perturabo?" Conrad sneered coldly in response to Morse's smile. "Let him fight with rats there?"
"He didn't ask me to go there. I don't think it's a good thing to interfere." Morse shrugged, "How could this happen in the middle of a war? There is no death?”
What’s more, he had taken the time to take a brief look at the body that Perturabo had dropped on the Cheorwon to confirm that everything was normal.
At least at the moment when he went to observe, the entire fleet was still in a tense but well-functioning state of war dispatch. The advance team and infiltrators were still delivering one piece of combat information to the combat command room. Pre-intelligence research to best utilize the Iron Warriors' information-gathering and fleet-heavy firepower legion characteristics.
Every Iron Warrior under Perturabo is a master of firepower scheduling and macro-control of the battlefield. The higher the military rank, the more so.
"It seems that you can't wait for the infrastructure construction projects that the Iron Warriors are eager to distribute to everyone," Curze chuckled softly, "What a pity, Archangel, just like the place where I first set foot is also because of its special The... innate architectural features are the same as the theater, road and bathhouse combination gift package sent by our dear Perturabo brothers. "Didn't you sign a pile of gold mining cooperation with the Olympia Star Cluster during the Olympia Games?" Agreement?" Morse broke through Conrad Coates's pretend complaint, "And do you allow others to touch your city?"
Coates shrugged boredly. .
"Where are we going now?" Sanguinius kept the strange word "bathhouse" in his heart and looked up at a few black spots floating in the sky.
They are located under the air fleet stationed by Konrad Coze on Baal moon. Several small airships can be vaguely seen orbiting the ship-shaped vehicle, like broken dark stars surrounding a dim stars.
Every time he saw them, Sanguinius couldn't help but lament Conrad Curze's peculiar style that was incompatible with the light of Baal.
“I don’t know, I’ve already given you a meeting gift.” Morse said easily. His original purpose of coming here was to see if Conrad and Sanguinius would fight. . The results he got were regrettable.
"Is there anything else you would like to do, or wish the Empire to do for you, Sanguinius?" Curze asked, "With Baal, or with anything else. If not, I'll go back to the ship. Receive the monthly report from the courtier. Call me again when you dream of more fragments of the future."
"Hmm..." Sanguinius thought for a moment and was speechless.
Morse observed the angel's expression for a while, his own expression remained unchanged, and he easily came to a conclusion: "A common phenomenon."
"What?" Sanguinius felt the sensory reminder from the feathers, stood on the other side of the two people, spread his wings, and blocked the sudden burst of sand and dust.
"Same as Conrad," Morse continued.
"How dare I compare with the great Blood Angel of Baal?" Conrad replied immediately.
Sanguinius folded the wings that blocked Conrad's half of the sand and let the sand rush towards the Blood Marquis. "How dare I compare with the great Midnight Angel?" he said with a soft smile. "So, what do you mean, friends of the Emperor?"
"You don't want the Empire to meddle in your territory, so you hesitate here," Morse said, throwing a rune behind the angel. , better shielding the interference of wind and sand, "You are not Mortarion, so you don't think like him that improving the local climate will affect the tenacity of the local people, right?"
Although when Mors learned about this from Malcador, he deeply felt that the reason why Mortarion said that was that the Mechanicus was eager to transform Barbarus into the style of the Forge World, so that the newly returned original The body was greatly repulsed, so he found an excuse that seemed almost manageable.
“Of course, this is not only closely related to the evil deeds of the empire itself, but also to your local problems.” Morse continued, “Genes and religion, mutant genes and black descendants, pure-blood beliefs Reverence to the Muse... Of course, if I am wrong, you might as well correct me directly. After all, I am just an idle person."
"My city is very good." He snorted. "I have wrested my role from the Black Descendant, and this is my due reward."
"But our passionate and unhappy angel seems reluctant to play his part." He Glancing at Sanguinius.
Sanguinius smiled, a soft light shining in his eyes.
"You can't take every complaint I make seriously. I just..." He thought for a moment, "I like to complain a little more than you think. I'm just an angel with a little complaint. Between faith and despair, I Rather they choose the former.
“This is the basic principle of the operation of Imperial Truth. Morse commented calmly, "Are you, like the Emperor, full of longing and hope for a distant future in which religion has disappeared from human history?" "
"There will be a fire there," Sanguinius smiled, spreading his wings, "born from the faintest embers, swaying in the wind, and needing careful tending. "
"Fate has revealed to me more than a spark of kindness, Sanguinius," Konrad Curze said cryptically. "What do you think? "
"You are the one who told me to ignore my fate from the very beginning, Conrad. I really want to provide you with a ride now and take you back to your sky fleet regardless of any previous suspicion. Sanguinius said kindly, "Of course, in addition, I mean, if someone plans to improve the ecological environment of Baal for me for free, I will definitely not refuse." ”
He paused for a moment, "But it was a really good day, maybe one of the best days I've had so far."
(End of Chapter)