Free Extra: Night Talk on End and Death (2)
+++ The extra story about the reading of "End and Death 3" by the Primarchs in this article has nothing to do with the main text, and the last chapter mentioned 9 -Section 9+++
+++ Appearance of the original body: 3, 4, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 12, 13, 15, 16, 18+++
+++No translated fragments without the translator’s permission+++
+++April Fool’s Day gift (…?)+++
"Are you ready, Horus?" Perturabo asked calmly. He was not Sanguinius or Fulgrim. This was the greatest sense of security he could provide to others.
"Of course, of course." Horus was straightening his clothes, and his trembling voice had returned to calmness.
"Okay," Perturabo turned the page.
【He is still alive. After experiencing the mysterious disappearance of the Lord of Darkness and the pain of losing her soul many times, she has lost sight of him and no longer feels him. But now, she heard his voice again.
+Eulanieus? +】
Vulkan sat forward and asked, "What is the Lord of Darkness? And Olanius?"
"It's not you or me anyway." Konrad Coze said casually Leaning back in his seat, his eyes were lowered, "I can't predict anything..."
"Morse mentioned Eulanius," Perturabo stopped reading temporarily and said Come up with some explanation, "Another immortal."
Koz smacked his lips, "It sounds like his blood is fragrant and delicious... It's a pity that he may not be able to survive the seconds when chaos comes. This short period of time."
[She swallowed hard, her arms shaking. Her reflection in the dirty glass swayed, arms trembling, taunting her.
Acteia?
+I can't figure out his location, Eulanius. He is no longer the beacon he once was. But——+
But? But what?
+I can pinpoint the location of the shadow that hides him. +
That, then! That's enough.
+Olanius, you know what that shadow is -+
I don't care. If they're in the same place, that's okay. In fact, the situation was more urgent. I want to give him the dagger first, before——]
“Horus,” Russ said, “I think you are dead.”
“Thank you.” Horus Ruth replied that, like Ruth, he believed that the dagger would do a good job in ending his life, and this belated or premature inspiration to fate always held his heart.
He paused, thinking about who Eulanius was. If he can help the Emperor, no matter what his past, he will be a respectable mortal when the end comes - a mortal. Where are those damn Custodes? What about the Primarch? What about Space Marines? Where did they leave their duty as watchers of the throne?
Horus was overwhelmed with emotion and said nothing.
"Section Eleven," said Perturabo, scanning the description of the battle, "Constantine, Lord Commander of the Custodes, is fighting Ezekiel Abaddon."
Holland Ruth gave an incredulous look. "Can Abaddon fight Constantine...?"
"I think he was amplified by Chaos." Rogal Dorn expressed his speculation, "Amplified more than others. "
"No, I know Abaddon, how could he..." Horus swallowed the second half of the sentence. Before reading this book, he never thought for a moment that he could hurt Father.
[Abaddon's left hand grasps the tip of the spear, stopping it, despite the immense force driving the thrust. A few drops of bright blood gushed out from between Abaddon's knuckles as he gripped the blade of his spear.
Constantine opened his mouth, feeling that moment in shock. Heartbeat. A wave of understanding led by a spear. The world sagged, swayed, lost definition and dimension.
The battle lasted twenty-five minutes. The battle lasted an hour. The battle raged for a year. The battle raged for a century -
The battle raged for a hundred centuries. The battle has no end. This is a long war that cuts across eternity with its appalling duration. A blizzard of ash blew past him, and every piece of ashes was a burning world. The galaxy is burning.
The knowledge passed to his soul through the handle of the spear is not the name of a dead thing that Constantine can control... He is staring at the distant future of the next ten thousand years, and the future seems to be standing in front of him, Staring back at him. It was complete Chaos, bound and enslaved, forged into a deadly spear point that penetrated the Imperium of Man and ensured its downfall. The edge of the black armored legion. A clear symbol of death.
There is nothing else to learn or know. There is only war. War, and a name, one of the worst fates any tarot deck could reveal.
"The Great Reaver," he whispered.
This revelation was so evil that Constantine recoiled. 】
“Is this Abaddon?” Sanguinius hesitated to speak.
"This is the Great Reaver," Rogal Dorn said quietly, "a man whose mind has been replaced by Chaos."
Horus fell back into his seat. "I'm going to kill them both," he said, his voice weak.
"Calm down, Horus." Angron advised, "This is not our future."
"Why two?" Robert Guilliman asked puzzledly .
"Ezekiel Abaddon will penetrate the decaying corpse of the Empire again and again in the dark galaxy where there is only war, until the lifeblood is cut off," Konrad Curze waved his hands. , using his long fingernails to hint at piercing, "As for our Valdo, I'm afraid that the Emperor's favorite Horus has given him bad luck in saving lives, neglect of duty, shrinking from battle, and being disgusted with each other, etc. "The guilt is overwhelming."
He smiled hoarsely: "I also went to kill the Skelewok family because of the omen."
"Hey, Conrad, you can't do this," Magnus said.
"What do you mean?"
Perturabo drowned out Conrad's words with his own reading voice.
“In the twelfth section, your warrior, Emperor’s Champion Sigismund lived up to expectations and put up a beautiful battle.”
“Emperor’s Champion? ” Roger Dorn captured an unfamiliar word. He hesitated, unsure whether Sigismund was still the champion of the Imperial Fists after serving the Emperor directly. "Okay," he said.
"Section 13, The Birth of Moriana..." Perturabo continued to read. This was a new name that no one recognized, even stranger than Eulanius. "Section 14, Buddha (fo) ), killed by Amon, Chapter 15, it’s your turn, Vulkan.” Vulkan sighed and looked sideways at the expressionless Horus, “I am honored to serve the Emperor. "
[The molten gold fell from the dome and fell to the ground, beating and tapping on the ground, ticking like a disabled clock, recording the moment that has not yet arrived, imprinting the moment. Endless, lingering pain.
If there is no strengthening of Sanction, the flames of the throne will get out of control. It spews heat and dazzling light, like a volcanic vent opening on the throne room floor, and wrath pouring out of it...
The Creator is about to be destroyed. The talisman is waiting here.
This is the moment. It's the end. Already dead. 】
Vulkan's dark face trembled slightly for a moment, and he sighed: "Is it me?"
"Father chose you to be the ultimate destroyer, Vulkan." Russ said, his words were silent, "I dare not think about where the others are, what tasks they have, and how many of us are still alive."
"Actually, of the people here today, only one died. Two, including you, three, Horus," Conrad pierced the atmosphere ruthlessly, staring at Horus with pure black eyes, "Look what they have done, Wolf Shepherd."
"Forcing the most merciful to prepare for final destruction." Fulgrim sighed, "God, seriously, where was I all these times?"
[The Emperor falls. 】
Horus shivered all over. No matter how much preparation he made, he couldn't handle this moment. No matter how many times he told himself, this was never his doing and it would never be his.
He still couldn't accept it - it wasn't just his betrayal that he couldn't accept, it was every pain the Emperor had suffered that broke his heart. As a whip of Chaos, a physical vessel of ascension, he wounded the Emperor of Mankind. If it were easily executed by the Emperor, Horus would probably applaud it.
No, it wounded the Emperor, again and again, each time more deeply than the last, and it brought to Horus a torturous pain of empathy.
【Horus Luperkar approaches the helpless prey step by step. This blow was not only the first blow, but also the last. The supreme power he released knocked his father to the ground, and surged out from his hands. A winding dark lightning struck from the son to his father, nailing the lord of mankind to the ground, causing him to be in extreme pain. twisting and writhing in pain.
The former master of mankind.
The energy of chaos was endless, like a lazy whip, which struck the right hand of the self-surrendered son like lightning without stopping, igniting the fire of karma in his body and smashing him into the cold darkness. The earth, atom by atom, reduced him to nothing.
The gods watched with great interest. In the stands of this dramatic palace, the Ancient Four watched and snickered.
The Emperor could not move. He was nailed there by the whip of energy that slowly burned him to death. He refused to scream or show pain. He would never give Horus that kind of satisfaction. But there is nothing He can do but twist and convulse.
He had no other choice. 】
"Damn!" Horus roared angrily, "Damn the gods, how could they! Damn... the throne! Father..."
He raised his arms to cover his face. After a while, another mournful cry came from the palm of my hand. "What is my satisfaction? How could I want that satisfaction? How could I get satisfaction from my father's pain! I am..."
"I know you don't, Horus. "Sanguinius comforted him, although not long ago, he had just learned the exact way of his death: with his wings broken and nailed to the Bone Church by Horus.
Rogal Dorn stared at Horus twice, knowing that his words were inappropriate, he silently shut his mouth.
But Conrad Coates spoke his hidden lines for him in an even more inappropriate way.
"How is it not possible, Horus," he snickered, "You asked him for the love of father and son, but what you asked for was not enough for you, so you can only take more things that he cannot give you. ? In my city, I have seen pain and joy..."
Magnus threw a powerful spell at Curze, snuffing out the words behind the bat. Curze was not angry, shrugged, and sat on his chair swinging his legs.
【There is no concern, no reservation, no restraint, no respect for the relationship between father and son, and no cherishing of the love that has been given and received. Loken's gray eyes shone with that cold look that Horus had known so long ago, that meant he wanted nothing more than to kill. This is also the look that all Loken's enemies have seen in their last moments over the years. An instant.
Horus never expected that he would be stared at like this. This seemed to be more unbearable than any torture inflicted by the gods. 】
“Gavir Loken,” Horus said without putting his hands down from his face, “I will use him to replace Abaddon from the Council.”
Russ commented: "According to this replacement method, you have to recruit another hundred thousand recruits to completely replace your wolf pack."
"Yes." Robert Guilliman said, "Ko Sonia cannot bear such a conscription. "
He knows very well the maximum number of conscripts that each planet can bear. Regardless of the quick soldiers, maybe only his Ultramar and Perturabo's. Olympia can withstand such a large-scale recruitment of new recruits in a short period of time.
"Are you seriously considering it, Robert?" Roger Dorn asked.
"In the next section, Rogge, you fight alongside Constantine, and then you see the Blood Angels." Perturabo glanced at Sanguinius, "Your heir is immersed in rage. But the results are outstanding.”
The angel was slightly lost in thought, shook his head and sighed. When he entered this room, he had not admitted to anyone the genetic flaw lurking in his bloodline. But at this moment when he was suddenly revealed to others, all he felt was pity and guilt for his son.
"Then Sigismund reunited with Cypher, and the sage Chile recited the Book of Psalms to pacify the people... They penetrated deep into the Hollow Mountains and learned the power of the psychic choir." Perturabo read He stood there, surprised by the hints in the words, "They may have to burn two million minds."
"Sacrifice." Fulgrim sighed with regret, "The flawless hearts of ordinary people... …”
“Section 19, Malcador’s autobiography,” Perturabo continued.
This attracted the attention of the Primarchs, many of whom were suspicious of, and even somewhat hostile to, the old regent beside the Emperor.
What did Malcador do in this decisive battle?
(End of this chapter)