Chapter 336 Daydream
“Belief is a weapon, a weapon wielded because the species cannot be trusted.”
“Father, the people just regard me as a god in order to survive. The peace that is needed. To you who sail the sky, we are nothing more than primitive, ignorant natives. But the Baal deserve the peace that the Baal deserves. Tell me you will not threaten it..."
< br>Sanguinius blinked, woke up from the sudden flash of hallucinations, and returned to the reality he was currently in. He continued to stand against the door on one side, watching Konrad Curze make a Hand-carved bone pendant.
To be precise, it was actually some kind of unknown psychic material, similar to milky white bones, but under the influence of Kurtz's aesthetics, it was made into a pair of gold and silver wings. Skull shape.
The angel savored the message he had just read from the prophecy. He is asking the Lord of Humanity for the autonomous status of Baal's three stars. Judging from the wind and sand in the sky and the extremely splendid imperial giant transport aircraft in the background, that was the day when he first met the emperor.
The sound of chiseling bones was interrupted.
“What did you see?” Curze asked gloomily, his pale fingers clasping the carved eye sockets of the skull.
Sanguinius did not ask Conrad Curze, who had always lowered his head and focused on the sculpture, how he noticed the prophecy fluctuations at that moment.
“There are some more scenes between me and my father,” Sanguinius said, shaking his head helplessly, “But the person in that first encounter has long been replaced by you, Conrad. Not to mention me. I also saw the Emperor in my dream a few days ago - although I still don’t know which one he is.”
"It's normal to not be able to tell," Curze said, lowering his head again. He was not paying attention when carving, and the sharp scalpel slid at a dangerous angle, "because the Emperor is not there."
This answer was unexpected by Sanguinius. "I thought Morse said he was there?"
"I thought you still remember that he did not answer directly." Coze said, "The Emperor was underground in the Terra Palace Mountains at the time, dealing with some What is necessary...Morse will not feel guilty about misleading others, the great Angel of Light."
"Okay," Sanguinius said as he strolled through Curze's halls. Observe the tortured people who are bound by iron chains, hanging in strings from the heavy black curtains of the zenith.
In order to seek the pleasant silence in the deep, the Blood Marquis removed the vocal organs of each of them. Sanguinius once again confirmed that most of those hanging here were not human.
However, every time he sees these pendants, he still hesitates to speak.
He turned around and said in his usual tone: "What is the Emperor dealing with underground?"
"Mortarion." Curze said hoarsely, "The one who doesn't like bathing. Man, just imagine the smell for a second..." He shuddered from head to toe.
"Has his residence been arranged underground by the Emperor?" the angel asked confusedly, "He doesn't like the sun? But he is not..."
"Yes, Mota Of course Lian is not a fungus or a mushroom,” Cozzi said impatiently, “Based on the situation, that’s not the case.”
"...What I want to say is 'He is not you', Conrad." The angel good-naturedly completed the second half of his interrupted sentence. "But where did you learn about the Emperor's movements?"
The blade in Curze's hand suddenly flew away from a corner of the carved bone. The sharp blade slipped through the fingers of the original body, leaving a mark on the skin. There was a white scratch, and then it got stuck in the bone gap of a hanger hanging near Coze's seat. The hanging man twitched in pain.
Koz glanced aside and said in a cold tone: "Among my subordinates, it has been proven that some people like to strip off the vocal cords of prey, tie them alive to the table, or hang them from the beam to get them. With fresh flesh and blood."
"Don't change the subject, Conrad."
After the angel finished speaking, he spoke softly and walked towards Coz from the side of the hall, "I can see it. You are in a particularly bad mood today. What happened to you? ”
Curze twitched the corners of his mouth: "Leave your soft words to the future Horus Luperkar, Sanguinius."
"Let's talk about it then, Conrad." Sanguinius said that even if he was indeed curious about his future encounter with Horus, he had even imagined many ways to get along with him.
He knew that now, in front of Conrad, who was angrily scratching his head, it was not a good time to speak directly.
"What's the problem? You were still making fun of me yesterday." said the angel.
"I'm kidding you today too." Coz glanced upward and met the angel's eyes.
"You just don't want to say it." The tips of Sanguinius' wings were slightly bent. "After you reunited with the army, the first thing you did was to come to Baal to find me. You and I made an appointment to work together to pierce the destiny's trap. The trap, maybe this made me mistakenly think that you trust me enough - to be honest, you haven't even told me what the race of the Son of Muse is."
"That's enough, Senge. Les," Coz bared his teeth, his expression lit up by a pretense of sourness and resentment, "You noble blood descendants are used to using these pretentious and despicable tricks." He paused, as if. I was thinking about some comparisons in my mind, and then reluctantly put down the bones in my hands: "My gene seeds can be used."
This matter is Saint Gillie Si actually heard about it. Morse, who has been missing recently, is helping to adjust the fitness of the Night Ghost Blood Marquis's gene seeds.
“But?”
Sanguinius couldn't help but wonder what the side effects might be that made Konrad so unhappy. Could that make the night ghosts of the Eighth Legion grow blood-sucking fangs? Or will everyone never learn to play with a skinning knife?
“However, during the transformation process of the new recruits, some of my abilities were confirmed to have been inherited.”
“Prophecy.” Sanguinius immediately understood what Konrad Curze was thinking. Content, "Your descendants can also see the future."
"In the stories of the old world, they can see some fragmented flashbacks." Coz said, holding up the section of the scalpel, Holding it in front of his eyes, he observed his own reflection on the surface of the silver knife, "But I didn't expect that here, their ability to predict would become more powerful and common."
"You have to teach them to control themselves. " Sanguinius said calmly.
"They can see the prophecies here." Curze continued expressionlessly, "Here, in this world, in this galaxy."
"That's how you know the Emperor was meeting Mortarion. ?”
Koz snorted, “Yes. I asked the recruits to send all the predictions they saw to my flagship.”
This is a task that cannot be left to others. , making Koz finally start to be busy again.
The angel sat down on the chair opposite Curze. "You are now the only person in the universe who cannot see the omens in this universe, Curze."
Coates frowned: "So?"
"So you are an orphan worth cherishing." The angel propped up his face with his hands and tapped his cheek near his ears with his fingers. "The unique Midnight Angel."
"This makes my entire legion very untrustworthy." Curze said angrily, with no reflection in his dark eyes. "I must teach them what is true."
Sanguinius' intuition told him that Curze had more information than he was letting on.
The problem may lie in other dangers of the gene-seed - but in the unlikely event that Morse and the Emperor treat the Space Marines' earthly origins with caution.
What's more, Conrad Coates maintains a strange attitude towards life that is both contemptuous and solemn. The issue of gene seeds may not be worth his private uneasiness.
So, could the problem be the prophecy seen by the recruits?
"If you have nothing to do, just continue to daydream, Sanguinius." Curze said, keenly aware of the angel's momentary distraction, and carved the words in his hand. The bone-winged head was thrown to Sanguinius.
The latter took it in his hand and didn't know what to do with it.
"Daydream? The prophecy is not something I imagined," Sanguinius touched the skull in his hand. The bones are smooth, the appearance is round, and the feel is actually quite good.
He closed his eyes and listened as Curze began to flip through the messages sent by his subordinates. There was a steady sound of turning pages that lasted for a long time.
Before the end of the day, perhaps fortunately, another prophecy that continued the first meeting between the Emperor and him came to him.
“You’re afraid of me, and you’re concerned that the work you’ve accomplished here will be intruded upon.”
“I’m talking about love, loyalty, and peace, and you’re talking about greatness.”
“Am I wrong?”
“Behind your words I hear the triumph of you as Savior, followed by razed cities, burning fields, and ruined worlds. I hear the elegy of forbidden faith, and the offerings of To mourn the dead. Am I wrong?"
The Emperor had no answer.
(End of this chapter)