Chapter 390 Steel Altar
“Although I am ugly and full of gloom, I still try my best to pretend to be docile. I like pain, but I don’t like pain that goes deep into my heart. Because I don’t really want to suffer this. And so on, but just like this kind of torture that I heard about.
“This is my life, but is this possible? Your love covers me, but I am wallowing in sin! My Lord, I once strayed from you. How does your punishment compare with my sin? "——"The Book of Lorgar"
After Lorgar Aurelion agreed to Perturabo's request, he discovered that among the four circular seats, the hand was engraved with unsolved runes. , a wave of unrealistic universe quietly surged on the surface of the exquisitely cast warhammer. The energy cruised and weaved in the engraved circuit, lingering invisibly between the slit between the surface of the hammer and the air, and gathered into several shapes on the handle of the hammer. The near-luminous sacred light.
He curiously observed this strange power emitting golden light, and felt that the ripples of his thoughts seemed to be faintly touched, which was different from the spiritual enlightenment he received when reading scriptures. It was transparent and clear, and the flow of spiritual power was more tangible and perceptible. His hand unconsciously touched his chest, trustingly opening his heart to the power emanating from this place.
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"It seems I no longer need to advise the esteemed sons of the Emperor to stop resisting the psychic fields here," Morse said with surprise embedded in his words.
His eyes glanced at the war blacksmith sitting next to him casually, and then continued: "Before I begin, I want to introduce the cause of this matter to you.
“I am not someone who likes to expose other people’s secrets, but in the process of reading memories, it is inevitable that some particularly memorable fragments in the mind of the person concerned will first appear in the outer layer of consciousness, attracting the reader’s attention. So I stumbled upon this scene. "
He stretched out his hand, palms spread upward, and his fingertips pointed at the holy hammer in the center of the platform.
"Maybe you will feel familiar with it. "Morse said with a smile, and Perturabo looked away helplessly.
Behind the Iron Lord's iron seat, a folded servo mechanical arm stretches outwards and wraps around to the front.
Perturabo tapped the data pad: "Sit down, we will go to that scene next."
He nodded to Dantioch: "You come too, Barabas."
"Yes, father." The war blacksmith's hoarse voice was slightly uneasy, and he sat down with his hands on his legs.
Perhaps Barabas Dantioch is trying his best to recall how many things he has done in his more than two thousand years of life that deserve the attention of the Gene Father; or maybe with his thinking ability, He had already arrived at that answer.
Lorgar closed his eyes.
For a brief period of time, he seemed to be falling backwards, falling rapidly along the pull of gravity, while his mind was freed from the constraints of gravity and floated freely until he met a more stable and stable person. The magnificent ascending world is intertwined with each other and integrated into a more powerful and extremely vital spiritual space.
He smelled the smell of steel, cold and merciless, mixed with a slight smell of rust, and the aroma of various oils stored in the fuel tank and soaked in the mechanical joints.
There is also rain. A heavy and humid atmosphere enveloped the world, gray clouds gathered high in the sky, and the damp and cold air seemed to squeeze out water vapor that soaked clothes. The perception of the world is limited by the rain clouds between the dense invisible curtains, reducing everything to a limited distance, making people look more inside themselves instead of paying attention to the chaos outside.
This kind of intertwined feeling was extremely rare in his life. Lorgar Aurelion immediately confirmed the location of this place, and the touch of enlightenment in his heart once again touched his cheek.
He opened his eyes and found himself standing in the middle of an empty square.
The ground of the circular square is smoothly spliced by multiple pieces of steel, with a radius of about 200 meters. It is framed by a circle of yellow and black stripes near the edge, and the outer edge is divided into gears. shape.
Under the gears, the machinery hummed low and eternally. Countless silver-gray steps cut into geometric shapes were floating slightly. They were not directly fixed to each other and were only stabilized by anti-gravity technology. In the center of the gray sky, a long set of stairs is formed, extending upward from the ground hundreds of meters below, spirally connecting to the top floor. Decorative columns are spaced at intervals along the edge of the wide steps, hiding deadly mechanical spear and artillery arrays.
In the center of the square, stands a towering steel giant.
The main body of the colossus is made of steel, and some of the patterns are inlaid with other precious metals as ornaments. The long hair composed of steel cables is decorated with a yellow and black crown. An eagle is embedded in the center of the crown. The huge hammer was easily held in the palm of the giant statue, and the silky iron wires on its surface imitated the arc of electric light, as if it could trigger thunderous thunder with just a single lift towards the sky. Next to the colossus, two smaller prophet statues stand on the left and right. The carved old men have solemn expressions and cannot be blasphemed. They seem to be serving the central colossus, or admonishing and giving guidance to the people who come to worship.
In front of this group of statues, there are offerings offered by recent pilgrims, such as individual soldiers' anti-side armor mines, the latest models of servo manipulators, and light unmanned platforms with Kevlar fiber shells. Metal objects such as shortwave radios with external antennas were piled neatly at the foot of the giant statue.
"Steel Altar." Luojia admired sincerely, his eyes flashing with bright light, and his whole person seemed to be endowed with new vitality.
He turned around and saw his brother beside him. In his opinion, Perturabo himself was a hundred times more perfect than the steel colossus.
“The planet number here is WB-004. I arrived here during my cruise shortly after the Return of the Great Crusade and saw your statue and the chosen one you preached for, Perturabo.”< br>
Dantioch's armor moved, then became dull and still, as if he didn't dare to make a sound.
Logar opened his right arm and walked towards the edge of the Gear Square. It took him dozens of seconds to cross the distance of more than 200 meters, walking lightly.
“When I arrived here, I almost misunderstood His will at first, mistaking it for a heretical sect, just like misinterpreting the nature of the God of Machines and refusing to fully acknowledge that the machine was also one of His aspects. But the Gothic language they spoke slowed me down, and the divine Emperor of Terra they described sent me eager hints
"So, I followed. They came to this iron altar to witness the core of their faith - the god of steel and craftsmanship, the evangelist of the God-Emperor's Great Crusade. "
Perturabo's face was tense and the corners of his mouth were straightened. He followed Lorgar and walked towards the edge of the gears of the platform. The whole world was slowly appearing at the edge of his vision.
Arrays of countless aircraft and sensors hover over the Iron Jungle City below, while signal cables extend outward from the middle and lower floors of the Iron Altar like spider webs. The layout of the building complex is themed around the number four, with large-scale metal building shells drawing symbolic drawings on the ground.
Everything has a clean iron-grey luster, reflecting a subtle light in the clouds.
Luojia continued to speak nostalgically.
“I’m glad I didn’t make a big mistake, my brother. The first moment I saw this icon, I recognized you. Your hammer, your figure, your Logo color. You existed before you were born, and your will inspired the entire WB-004 world. "To this day, I still recall that distant day. I was honored to witness your Iron Holy City, Perturabo, back then. If it weren't for the existence of this planet, I might not be as determined as I am today on my path. ”
Lorgar humbly turned around a few steps away from the edge of the gear and nodded slightly to Perturabo. Behind the man who holds the truth, the entire city, built on faith in steel and craftsmanship, is like a firefly in the void, glowing with a silvery gray light.
Perturabo's masseter muscle twitched. From behind, Morse and the war blacksmith slowly approached them. Dantioch rarely feared anything, but Morse believed there must be a reason why the Warsmith was acting more slowly than usual.
"Have you never thought about why this city... believed in me before I was born?" The Lord of Iron asked in a deep voice.
Logar smiled confidently and spoke, as if he was facing a test: "The Iron Church has been passed down for more than a thousand years, which makes me realize so clearly that His eternal wisdom will always be there before and after. . Before the world existed, He preserved love for thousands of people."
He paused and stretched out his hand to Perturabo. The wind in the rain ruffled his white robe.
"He chose you because you are on the same path as me, right? Only you can truly understand me, my dear brother?"
(End of Chapter)