Chapter 389 Alien Sociology
"What am I to you, and you order me to love you? Please speak, my heart is listening." - "The Book of Lorgar"
< br>Logar Aurelion was not sure whether the triple ring of the Cheorwon contained any meaning. He knew that according to the most commonly used counting habits of humans, only the ten numbers from zero to nine were available, and in too many At times, sensitive numbers do not constitute any additional occult meaning other than coincidence.
But the existence of Perturabo makes everything uncertain.
The Iron Lord, one of the most eye-catching Morning Stars among all the returned Primarchs, is famous for his vast sea of thoughts and unrivaled torrent fleet. He has the same genetic status as almost all Primarchs. The friendship above, the endless talents that can be used, the merits accumulated over the decades, the distant mother star that is blessed by the stars in the sea; and when all these brilliance are added to a small amount of secrets in the shadows, all the light becomes It seems to have a double meaning.
What is the Father? What is the Son? Who is with the believers and the church? Lorgar recalled the scriptures he had read, and he derived these three essences from His inspired Word. Are they the same, or are they separate? Is it one entity, or three?
The Cheorwon closely connects three concentric circles. Maybe this sounds too far away, but is this a coincidence, or is it a belief brought by a flash of light in Perturabo's extensive thinking?
Or, further, is it a silent hint sent by Him to those who bear the truth through the actions of His descendants?
Lorgar gently brushed away these thoughts, and instead happily admired the space fortress itself built by Perturabo.
The person who came to pick him up was a war blacksmith whom he did not know. His body wrapped in iron armor seemed to have suffered some kind of trauma, which made his movements no longer agile, and his voice was compared to The usual Astartes are also more hoarse. Lorgar quietly slowed down by observing the surrounding scenery.
"We usually conduct combat training in the virtual battlefield of the Court of Narni, and when necessary, visit some scenes that once existed," the war blacksmith said. "Lord Perturabo and Craftsman Morse are waiting there. You, Lord Primarch."
"Does he want to share some scenes with me?" Lorgar guessed, looking down at the warsmith's head. "My brother mentioned to me that he needed to capture from my heir some of the images he had avoided during the battle."
"I think that may be so, my lord."
They boarded the shuttle, traveled through corridors, and entered elevators until they reached the ground floor of the Cheorwon's center ring.
The iron door is not closed, and a voice can be vaguely heard from the crack of the door: "...I mentioned that I am busy, Lord of Iron, why are you looking for me everywhere on Shenfeng Platform?"
Luojia approached the iron door, and the door automatically opened completely in front of him. Perturabo and Mors were each sitting on a quarter-arc bench, chatting about some of their own topics.
"No matter what, you are here, Mors."
After saying the last words to Mors, Perturabo stood up to greet Lorgar and invited him to sit down Opposite him.
"Dantioch, you can stay too, there is one vacancy left." Perturabo said.
The war blacksmith who was about to leave paused in confusion, turned around and walked towards his genetic father, sitting in the last empty seat.
"Perturabo has finally graciously added a circle of chairs to this room for you," Morse smiled, without specifying the person to whom he was talking. "Now you don't have to lie on the same floor."
"The seat is very good," Lorgar said with a smile. "You are a very good man, Perturabo. So, what wonders can I see here?"
Petura Turab chose to follow his usual habit of getting straight to the topic they were supposed to talk about first.
"As you may have guessed, I will first show you the memory we retrieved in the hearts of your warriors. It comes from that piece of flesh and blood construct, and does not belong to the system of psychic spellcasting, it is just The spiritual energy that escapes outwards fluctuates, but the subjective idea of spreading and expanding is extremely strong, so it can be captured by people with psychic sensitivity."
Perturabo did not hide at all that he heard Lorca O. What Rilian said inside the Cheorwon.
Of course, Lorgar thought, the entire Battlestar was his eyes and ears, his will carried through it, he listened with everyone's ears and spoke with everyone's voice.
"This time, are there memories in the remains of the heretics?" Lorgar asked, leaning forward slightly. He still remembered that the dead in the hospital wing did not store any spiritual consciousness themselves.
Morse crossed one leg and took over the conversation. The next details were his domain of knowledge.
"Not an accurate description, Primarch." Morse said, "First of all, it is not a remains, but a group of transformed living creatures. Secondly, the memories we found It does not belong to the dead, but - I think, it completely belongs to the past of this Randan alien."
He waved his hand and drew some golden strokes in the air: "Its thinking habits. , and the way of perceiving the world is very different from humans. In short, neither of you can understand it directly. "So, I recoded it and lost part of the information content. It is possible to restore those lingering moments. ”
“Also, it’s not that I don’t want to color it, but within this alien memory, all things seem to only have shades of color, instead of ranging from red to light like us. From yellow to purple, you may see more colors, Primarchs, but these colors have never been named by human culture...
“One painting per second, I have no interest in it. Sixty pictures per second. ”
More than ten consecutive pictures gradually took shape, each of them similar. Obviously, this is a memory in which things are relatively static.
Its content is still difficult to distinguish. There are a large number of different shades. The color blocks are stacked on the plane like mountains. Some materials seem to be hard, and some are soft. Some dark and burnt color spots are distributed on the color blocks.
"Cannon burn marks?" Luojia thought thoughtfully.
"Yes," Morse shrugged, "At least it seems to me that it should be, considering this is the alien's past, this should be caused by themselves.
" From the level of perception other than vision, after some analysis, it can be known that these substances are all made of the flesh and blood of living creatures. And in our protagonist, this alien's memory of this place, it... during its voyage to the outpost I had my roots here before. ”
“Is it a plant? "
"No, maybe we shouldn't use conventional animal and plant classifications to distinguish this species. Because in its perception, part of this land of flesh and blood is also its kind. And it's happy to coexist with them. Unique alien sociology, right. ”
Lorgar Aurelion whispered: "The more we think about pagan ideas, the more anxious and fearful we become. This is brought about by the love for Him in our hearts, and this love makes some people fight against heretics. His energy will be exhausted in the battle of thinking, until he can no longer eliminate the evil, and his spiritual life will fade away. Therefore, he cannot use thinking and understanding to refute it. "
The corners of his mouth raised slightly. , with clean eyes and no distracting thoughts: "This means that in the process of conquest, we must burn the land together, right?"
"If we go deep into the empire where the land is composed of blood, flesh and bones, This time I have to admit you are right," Morse said.
Logar does not take pleasure in praise.
"Is there still no news about the Second Legion?" he asked, this time his tone was filled with sadness that touched others. It makes him more human.
"When this alien arrived here a few years ago, the battle was over. The Second Legion chose to continue deeper, and this alien happily performed some transformations on the corpses that the Second Legion failed to recover after death." Moore. Si replied, golden pictures filling the air. "In a sense, it is not purely bad news."
Perturabo said: "That means that until then, they still have the ability and will to act independently."
Logar nodded: "I am very happy that my heir can bring us this information."
He looked around. From the external structure of this place, he could not see that there was nothing but benches in this area. and an empty platform outside the hammer handle standing in the center. What method was used to achieve the rumored effect of Narni's Court.
The True Speaker has been curious about this for some time.
"However, my dear brother, I want to know why we have to make a special trip to meet here?"
Perturabo seemed to sigh, his eyes moved to Dantioch, and then quickly retracted.
"That's another thing I discovered by accident. I think I need to explain it to you, Aurelion."
"Please." Lorgar Aurelion nodded.
(End of this chapter)