Chapter 338 Critical Review Time
“To: The Iron Warrior Primarch Perturabo who has not yet penetrated Satrada
“With the ability to predict the future and accept himself happily The conversation I had with the chosen missionary was probably one of the most relaxing things I have encountered in decades.
"I believe we all understand what kind of person you were in the beginning, so there is no need to say more. Your current achievements have made you one of the most eye-catching characters in the galaxy. Considering This is a personal letter, but I would rather speak boldly about others
“Magnus, whose Prospero is now an ideal palace of learning, the rebuilt Tizca. Libraries contain countless treasures of human wisdom. The Lecturers of the Templar gathered around him, exploring and managing the expansion of knowledge, just as the pyramids of the Five Schools clustered around the great central library.
"Thirty years is enough to change a person and reshape his reshaped character, but I somehow feel that these times seem to be frozen in that red guy. Well, maybe this is a scholar.
" Before leaving his mental world, I asked him about his next destination.
"Magnus told me that the Tuchucha engine was trembling underground, trying to track the direction it should go, of course, under the joint blockade of the Emperor, Malcador and Magnus , it can't go anywhere, but its movement points to a unique green planet, Caliban, that's its name.
"I asked Magnus if he wanted Rukang. Like Radkoz, find yourself an angel brother, although this angel may not be as bright as Sanguinius.
" Magnus quickly refused, saying that it would be better to let the Emperor go alone. He was afraid of meeting a second Mortarion who would not let go of him. It is said that he stayed in the throne world of Terra. With a body, I can hardly smell the normal smell.
"I finally asked him why he placed a plate of Mechanicum version of fruit miniature lemons at the center of the table. According to the logic of psychological correspondence, does this mean that after witnessing Dorne turning red, he still couldn't help himself? I tasted one and it left an indelible impression. Before I could finish asking, the mental world disappeared and I had to return to Baal.
"After that, I took Macadora. came back and asked him who would go to Caliban to find out. The answer given by the Imperial Regent was Leman Russ, and this was the candidate recommended by Magnus himself.
"Leman Russ, whose Fenris has so far only existed in his seemingly unabashed words, has never concealed his loyalty to and only to the Emperor himself. I find it difficult to Not curious about what will happen between Leman Russ and the unknown Primarch on Caliban
"Rogal Dorn, you know him better than I do. The well-deserved Imperial Fist, the name of his legion is probably the best description of him. Speaking of which, the few days you passed through Invite were relaxed and harmonious. At least compared to the presence of Prospero's Devouring Bee in front of you and the Ghost of Nuceria in the back, it was a smooth journey. .
“If he could pay more attention to his words, there would be no regrets.
"I sincerely suggest that after you finish fighting the Satrada Abyss, you can find some brothers who are easy to get along with from all over the galaxy; but there are not many people left now, and the original body on Caliban has been replaced by Li who picked up the errand. Man is in charge, and the temperament of the remaining No. 11 is unknown, but No. 5 and No. 19 do not seem to be difficult to deal with.
"Conrad Coates, I feel that after visiting Comoros, no. There will be a second person who wants to go to his hometown for a second time. The same goes for Nostramo. He would choose to go to Baal. Although it was not expected, it was reasonable. He was more closely related to the Archangel Baal than any other Primarch.
“It’s just that I think he just wanted to find someone to accompany him in scolding the prophecy, but now he has become the only one who can’t see the trajectory of the world we live in. It’s really worthy of sighing. Even Motali An was able to use the counting compass without any instruction.
"In addition, the report from his friend Victor mentioned that they seemed to have encountered a group of people named Hearthborn or something. The creatures, seemingly able to communicate, have recently been testing the possibility of conducting stable trade.
“As for Sanguinius, he has been prepared to welcome the Emperor from the very beginning. What really needs to make up his mind to welcome his genetic father is his ghoul army.
"There is no need to waste words or much advice, he will come on his own, much more worry-free than Robert Guilliman, who is still reluctantly thinking about his own area. Just like you always Spend your efforts on the Olympia Star Cluster
“Where his future will go is probably an unexplainable and unpredictable mystery. He had a lot to hide, and at least not once did he tell Conrad Curze how much he loved Curze's wine collection.
“Ferrus Manus, it’s hard for me to comment on him. I don’t know him well. When I mentioned him, I remembered that I didn’t comment on Fulgrim. It seems that I He is old and his memory is unclear. If he must have some kind of problem, I believe it does not actually fall on his competitive heart. Just like if the phoenix falls, the arrow that hits his wings will not be possible. The title alone is perfect.
"By the throne, Angron, the journey to Nuceria is second only to the trip to the Underworld, and to the same calamity as those of Prospero. event!
“However, since Nuceria and the worlds of Ultramar signed a series of economic and political agreements, it has rapidly developed into an pastoral-style world of high-quality agriculture, with flowers blooming on the ground and potatoes repaired. The time has come, and the voice of the turtledove has been heard within our borders.' So after the Olympiad, Angron packed a video and sent it to Robert Guilliman to make up for the latter's regret of not being able to witness the grand event. .
"Angron also brought a message to Magnus on Robert's behalf after that, saying that Robert Guilliman had finally given up on practicing psychic powers, and asked if he could directly exercise protection against psychic powers, or other methods that could resist psychic powers. If Mortarion hadn't left when Angron returned to Terra next time, Robert might have gotten an answer that at first seemed like a blessing from heaven.
"By the way, I'll tell you one. I recently dug through my collection and found some great stuff. I found that I recorded how you were three parts shocked, three parts sad, three parts embarrassed, three parts moved, and one part overwhelmed when you saw Dorne returning to the world from the Killing Blood Realm with his skull transmitter. expression. Those images are posted in the album I made for you and I will treasure them.
"From Roboute Guilliman to Horus Luperkar, their characters are either well known, or I just described them to you in detail in my letter last year. When other strange things happen later, I will It’s not too late to share.
“Lorgar Aurelion. I got his file from Malcador. To be honest, I haven't seen this kind of religious enthusiast for a long time - every time I arrive in a place, if the mission goes well, it will consolidate the local fanatical atmosphere of dedication to the empire. Once the missionary mission failed, the Heavenly Punishment Artillery was used directly. Even the knight families who cooperated with it developed a knight armor called the Heavenly Punishment Fear Knight.
"He is probably the most fundamentalist of the crusaders. Perhaps his legion should not be called the Word Bearers, but should be renamed the Crusaders. I guess, simply considering his amazing efficiency in the crusade, the Emperor So far I haven't taken him to Terra to teach him a lesson.
"And there is actually a series of manuscripts on Colchis that the Emperor and a few people messed up in his early years. I really didn't expect that - at that time, the Emperor still dreamed of playing the role of a god to save his people. Now... at least he doesn't admit it anymore
"Alas, even the complete copy of Hamlet cannot be found in the galaxy, and only fragments of Eliot's The Waste Land are left, and Edgar Allan Poe's works are even more so. Some people take it literally and use it to call out evil spirits and disappear. Why was there a box of Bibles buried neatly next to the nursery when Lorgar was born in the yellow sand?
“Well, this may be related to the fact that Colchis was one of the first planets where immigrants settled when humans first entered the universe and explored the star sea. The ancestors who did such extraordinary and arduous things often With an unshakable faith - or a good payment. Faith can be born of ideas, or it can be born of religion.
"Speak of God's Punishment. Dread Knight, I don’t know if you’ve seen its design, it’s so stupid that it’s incomprehensible. Is its pilot fixed right in front of the outside of the armor, wearing only a suit of power armor, instead of protecting himself inside the knight's armor, putting all his trust in energy shields and faith in your Emperor?
“Don’t design war weapons like this in the future, even if you let the driver wear a Terminator, don’t do it.
"Vulkan is a very nice person. If you want a new friend, my suggestion would be the Fire Dragon Lord. On the one hand, his character is trustworthy. On the other hand, he is the same height as Alpharius and Omega. The primarch with the biggest gap, don’t worry about any disguise from Hydra.
“This letter is the longest one I have written recently. I hope you can finish the Satrada Abyss as soon as possible. The Emperor has more tasks for you than just building the Theater of Inquisition on a planet called Nicaea, I bet. There is also a battle report hidden on his desk. ”
Morse folded the letter, threw it into the chain of transmitted spells, and threw it towards Perturabo. To be precise, this would cause the letter to be quietly Silently fell into a cabinet and awakened the alarm measures installed by Perturabo.
He looked at the sky of Baal. It was not too late. Konrad Curze had been in the sky recently. Before landing, Sanguinius crawled into the crater of Baal, seizing the time to spread the glorious ideas of the Great Crusade to the Baal people before the Emperor arrived, so as to better integrate with the expedition fleet.
Heavy. The gravitational tides, man-made weapons attacks and geological evolution over the years have created a semi-natural huge circular crater in the Balti Seraphim Mountains, isolated from the radiation sand and dust, which is an impeccable prototype of the theater.
Over the years, this has been the place where the Archangel of Baal preached to his people and conveyed his beliefs and orders. The archangel with wings climbed onto the white stone carved platform in the center of the crater, spread his arms, and began to preach among the tens of thousands of Baal people gathered here. His blond hair seemed to absorb and radiate the blazing brilliance of the sun at the same time.
In the beginning, years ago, Sanguinius stood here.
At that time, he was still a strange boy who fell from the sky. His wings were folded behind his back, which could only help him fly unsteadily in the hot wind. Any Baal who heard of his existence suspected whether he was one of the mutants, intentionally or unintentionally breaking into their pure-blooded humans in an attempt to gain trust.
But after the first speech, no, from the moment Sanguinius stepped onto the podium, the pureblood tribes knelt down willingly at his feet and swore to follow him.
Under his leadership, Baal's major tribes learned to move from being divided and fighting each other to a united front against mutants.
Sanguinius' unparalleled leadership gave Baal's warriors infinite strength, and angels descended from the sky, holding spears in the strong wind and charging into the battlefield. Each shot could cut a bloody wrath, spreading the flames for the warriors in advance. A bloody trail and road.
The most recent public speech was also a few years ago. That day, Sanguinius declared Baal's war against the tide of mutants victorious. Since then, the angel's triumphant smile has been regarded as an eternal artistic theme by Baal's painters, and is depicted on all flat and curved surfaces that can express reverence. Today's call was unexpected and expected by everyone. The angel sat on a stone platform washed with hot sand, his posture relaxed, his wings hanging down, wrapping comfortably around the archangel's body.
He is not only here as a leader, he is here as a friend and guide.
"I have stayed here long enough," Sanguinius said, "I want to set off to various places in the galaxy, such as the Sol Sector, the Ultramarine Sector, and the Small Sector. , galaxies, and many other worlds.”
"I will go on the road among the stars, walking in front of you, looking for more people to come and go for you. In the ashes of the artillery fire. In the shaking of the wheat. I will find the path for you to take. This is me. I look forward to dedicating it to you.
"In this way, I have to put the Baal Star in front of you and give your home back to you.
“I have shouldered enough of the burden of managing you, and I can no longer bear it alone. Your troubles, your troubles, and your luck are ultimately yours.
“ You only need to guard your minds diligently, follow your wisdom and prudence, keep the law, and listen to my voice and the voice of the Empire.
"The Human Empire will take care of your lives and take care of your well-being. If it doesn't have it, ask me for it."
Inside the crater surrounding the high platform, pure-blood warriors imitated the postures of angels, sitting on the ground and listening intently to the archangel's teachings.
Under the soft publicity these days, people have long known that the time for angels to return to the starry sky is near, and although their souls are still on the ground, they have seen a brilliance that is higher than hope.
There is a soldier among them. I don’t know when he appeared, and I don’t know who his identity is. He stood, not covering up his height or the golden light on his body, but miraculously not being noticed by anyone.
Like any warrior present, he listened intently to the angel's words, nodding slightly as others on the field responded to the angel's call.
“You must choose leaders with intelligence, knowledge, and moral character according to the tribes and tribes I have redivided according to your needs, get to know them, and be controlled by your approval.
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"Do not steal, do not betray, do not oppress, do not covet other people's houses and possessions.
"Do not fight against your fellow men, do not fight with each other. Do not disturb others for no reason, do not rob, deceive, murder, or betray.
“Don’t do things without forgetting the principles of justice. Don’t judge other people’s appearance, don’t think about other people’s dignity, don’t think about wealth and poverty. Don’t accept bribes.
“Don’t do it because of others’ appearance. If a father kills his son, he will not kill his father for his own sake, and he will not betray justice. Do not cure evils outside yourself.
“The empire will allow you to do many things, but the above things are prohibited by me. I think these are not good, and are selfishness other than peace and loyalty, so I give you these instructions.< br>
"Don't be afraid to ask for the reward you deserve. I encourage you to cherish where you are.
"Do good things. Honor your parents and love your children. Friendly friends. Be close to your wife or husband. Do these things with all your heart and with all your strength.
“When the time comes to fight against the empire and your enemies, and you see many weapons and people, do not be afraid of them. I will be ahead of you then, and I will make a covenant with you.
“If If there is a decision that is difficult or impossible to make, leave it in the Council and present it to me. I am not going away and never coming back, or saying goodbye to you forever.
“But don’t ask about everything, I will be very busy and you will find out how good you are at surviving. You raised me and allowed me to be your leader. This is what you created and Bring it to yourselves.”
The angel stood up, flapped his wings, and rose into the air. He stretched his arms to both sides, his noble head lowered compassionately, his white wings spread out, and his golden rings were as bright as stars.
He looked down upon his people.
“Do not worship idols made with human hands, carved from wood or stone. Set up no pillars, do not worship images, do not offer burnt offerings to them.
“It cannot hear, it cannot see, it cannot smell. , no true divinity. No miracles, no deeds, no fear, no use. In all the troubles you seek, you will not find God.
“If anyone makes an idol, a graven image, or a molten image, or sets it up in secret, he must be removed.
"If any of you claim to be a prophet who dreams dreams, or an apostle of the gods, do not be afraid, do not obey or shelter, for that is deceit and seduction and rebellion, and remove such sins from your midst.
"Follow your laws, laws, regulations, and precepts, and do not swerve to the left or the right. I love yourselves, and I hope you love yourselves.
"In this way, water, oil, salt, livestock, grains, wine, honey, grapes, clothes, and houses will all be available.
"Today I have given birth to blessings and death to Disasters will be handed over to you one by one. ”
“Now, the time of my destiny has come. "The angel lowered his eyes and smiled softly and lovingly, "He is already among us. ”
After saying this, the angel folded its wings and slowly glided downwards, its distinct white feathers seeming to be immersed in golden light.
He fell in front of the golden man. The man in golden armor raised his quiet and solemn face and stretched out his rough hand upwards.
The angel held the Emperor's hand and continued to fall until he knelt silently at the Emperor's knees, crystal tears rolling down his cheeks and soaking in the dust.
Where tears fell, snow-white stone flowers bloomed on the barren and filthy soil of Bawei Er.
Under the blazing sun of Baal, the Blood Angels were born here.
Note: Alabasterflowers in the last paragraph is the original text of the military book.
By the way, I would like to share an interesting anecdote:
At the time of the fourth edition of the military book, the existence of the Internet Channel had not yet been compiled, and Magnus's phone naturally did not blow through the toilet.
At that time, the Emperor received a call. Out of his trust in Horus, he believed that it must be Magnus who was instigating the relationship between father and son: then it was probably not Horus, the good son, but Magnus who tipped off the news. Nusi rebelled! (Then he sent wild wolves to carry out the general burning)
(End of this chapter)