Chapter 417 City of God
“He makes intercession for all sins, his sacrifice takes away all sins, and satisfies the justice of God the Father; in his office of mediator, he intends to appease His wrath.< br>
“Even though He is still angry because of unrighteousness, His love will still fall, because His love does not change. Only people are enemies of Him because of their sins and do not want to receive His love.
“He has accomplished His manifest love by sparing people from discord with Himself.” - "The Book of Lorgar"
“If you really want to know, What does His Majesty the Emperor think of the Second Legion..." Morse sat down at the table, took out his notebook, and wrote some additional regulations on the paper, "Maybe you will be surprised, Malcador, because he Very unhappy actually..."
He glanced at Malcador, "He is angry."
The Imperial Chancellor blinked his eyes slowly. When his old friends are around him, he often behaves more lively than in front of the world, but anger is another matter.
The Emperor would smile, worry about the future, and describe some unknown whims and wonders - it was almost a childish behavior that made Malcador secretly laugh in his heart.
But what exactly happened in the Milky Way could cause the Lord of Mankind to conceal his anger, which was difficult for Malcador to imagine.
"Why?" Makado asked.
"Because he lost a Primarch, my friend."
"Oh..." Malcador shook his head, "Once, that was indeed a good child."
"No , Prime Minister, that’s not what I meant.” Morse flicked the pen to let the ink flow smoothly again.
"I mean, he lost a well-prepared tool in his plan and had to adjust hundreds of subsequent plans for that Primarch's personal choices, like moving too far in advance. Jiudi began to launch his new 'soldier manufacturing plan' - which was not originally planned to be started immediately.
"Yes, Prime Minister, I can guess this with my non-existent calf bones. This is the real reason why the Second Legion must be removed. He wanted to make sure no one knew what the Second Legion would become - because it would be too easy to expose his little 'not a god' joke. ”
"That is?" Makado asked.
“Don’t play charades with me and pretend you don’t know, my friend.” Morse waved his hand nonchalantly, “Anyway, you should know how infuriating it is that the plan was ruined. One thing, imagine that a damn foundation suddenly collapsed in your half-built house. You have to find a way to fix it."
The prime minister was silent for a few seconds in surprise at the answer he got.
Morse raised his head and glanced at him: "Don't tell me that he has great bubbles of love in your eyes, Malcador."
Malcador in Morse Sitting down next to Si, from his angle, he could see the magnificent masterpiece designed by Rogal Dorn and ten thousand great architects in the galaxy outside the window.
Under the man-made blue sky, gleaming gold, fine gold, gold, plastic steel, concrete... are laid out from top to bottom to form the golden dome of the Terra Palace, the clear-cut roof gables, the criss-crossing corridors of stacked buildings, all competing for beauty. The open-air gardens, the spacious halls, and even the solid fortresses and fortresses stacked with battlements, as well as the solid foundations on the bedrock...
The light fragrance of the wood and the vague incense set off the Listening to the distant classical music of the automatic gramophone, everything is so in line with the preferences of the Lord of Mankind, without any deviation.
The Imperial Prime Minister twitched the corners of his mouth and returned to his usual tone. Due to his apparent age, his hoarse voice made him look sad.
"If he is what you say, then none of us will follow him."
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Lorgar Aurelion knew that the Emperor was not yet gone, but he never saw the Master of Mankind he had long awaited. This made him anxious.
If no one is seen by the Emperor, the One with the Truth will only pray silently to the back of the Lord of Mankind. But he knew that Leon El'Jonson was on the base planet of the Silver Angels, coexisting with the Emperor.
This couldn't help but make Lorgar wonder whether he had unintentionally served something wrong, so that He knew his desire but was unwilling to summon him.
The next day, Lorgar went to visit Perturabo, only to learn that the Iron Warriors had not looked back and started hunting down the Randan aliens who had fled. So he suddenly realized and commanded the Word Bearers. Everyone takes action and cooperates to complete the long cleanup.
At this time when the Overmind's consciousness was injured, and may even have disappeared under the Emperor's spear, the cleanup evolved into a formulaic operation, looking for fixed targets or inactive movements. Target - cleared, all they need now is time.
On the third day, Lorgar wanted to visit Horus Luperkar. He was soon told that the Vengeful Spirit had rushed directly to the base planet. Aurelion was annoyed at his slowness the moment he got the news. He was so insensitive that he even asked Him to take the initiative to summon him instead of setting off to worship himself.
A few hours later, the one with the truth set foot on the base planet, with a heavy heart, looking for his place to stay in the plains strewn with corpses.
The mighty power attributed to the Emperor, the flesh and blood tissue all over the mountains and plains, and the disgusting alien stench were all burned away by the invisible ghost-like black flame at a certain moment, leaving Lorgar Aurelion unable to As for the uncontrollable anger at seeing something blasphemous.
Thus, the bones of the Space Marines were left alone. The damaged outer armor, whose color was difficult to detect, the goggles that had fallen off, the half-remaining helmet, and the broken bones exposed outside the armor.
Luojia couldn't bear to close his eyes slightly. He did not mourn the sacrifices of the Astartes, nor pity their suffering. All in order to get closer to the Emperor they loved, and it was a matter of course.
No, what he couldn't bear to see was the insult and defilement brought to them by the aliens' destruction. This made the Mantra Bearer heartbroken, and he could not help but recite his prayer silently, asking Him to forgive and accept them, and to bring grace and peace to their souls.
He asked the priests who were following him to leave and walked alone into the wasteland of the nameless planet. His prayers had no source, and every word came from the true feelings in his heart.
“May your glory after death be greater than the glory in life,” he said, letting the words flow naturally from his mouth rather than trying to write a perfect long prayer. His will directs the flow of the prayer, while the pain of mourning lurks in the subtext of the words, complementing the main text.
“May He witness all this and take away the glory bestowed on you by His mercy in a friendly way. May you be lifted up to heaven and live in eternal joy.”
He walked slowly, and gradually, his original intention of coming to this land was no longer remembered.
He turned off the sound array and no longer listened to the coordinates of the Emperor's location told to him by the Word Bearers. Instead, he relied on his own heart to listen to the sounds sent to his ears and followed the path his feet led him.
“His kingdom is everlasting, and the most high saints will enjoy the kingdom for everlasting generations...Be saved from the dust, from the world..."
Lorgar Aurelion raised his head, tears sliding quietly down the scriptures on his skin.
“Even if your bodies are scattered in dust, air, and blood, and even if nothing remains, you will still receive the grace of the soul. From the soul, the spiritual body is resurrected and lives in His In the main hall, take His spring-like beauty..."
He vaguely saw a person walking past in front of him. He seemed to be a soldier. There were shadows of bones in the armor, and there was a circle of burning fire around the helmet. Faint flames. He blinked and the man passed.
Luojia stared blankly, his two hearts beating nervously for no reason. He then smiled softly, followed the footsteps of the soldiers, and continued to move forward.
“People often fall into miserable situations because of the sins they have committed, but He is still generous and willing to give them a lot of beauty. There is all kinds of beauty in the sky. on the sea. on the earth. The sun. . The moon. The stars. They are all shared."
The surrounding world seems to be divided into two layers. The first layer is the original layer, filled with miserable skeletons and sleeping dead. The second layer is very bright, and the dazzling sunlight falls from the blue sky to the thick earth, as if a brand new, real country is covering the old world.
He looked around, and at his feet, some small golden and crimson flowers bloomed, blooming from the bones of the secular world to the grasslands of the second higher world. Their color and fragrance are rare in the world.
“You shall be praised and beautiful,” said Lorgar Aurelion, smiling, his violet eyes softening, “with birds in flight, trees abundant, and bees, These eternally peaceful creatures are also yours.”
He went on until ahead he heard a sound like a trumpet, and pure light, burning brightly like molten gold.
He is there, wearing a black robe, his skin is also very dark, but his eyes are like bright flames, and his face is like the light of the scorching sun. That kind of brightness has surpassed a million kinds in the world. The beauty of the things far exceeded anything Lorgar had ever seen.
As soon as Lorgar saw Him, he knelt at His feet and could not utter a word. His tears kept flowing out, and before they fell to the ground, they were evaporated by the blazing temperature of the light.
From his body, Luojia felt a faint anger. The coldness suddenly penetrated Luojia's heart, causing the water flowing from the source of faith in his heart to be painfully burned dry in an instant. . He felt as if he were dying, aching with His wrath.
He thought that if he died at His feet today, it would save Him from punishing Him with anger, which would be much better than letting Him continue to be angry.
However, He leaned down and placed his hands on His smooth head, covering the golden scriptures.
“Arise,” He said.
"Where is this?" Luojia asked tremblingly, standing up obediently.
He did not answer. On the contrary, He turned into a golden shadow and went into this world. And the edge of the world was also lit with fire in the distance, but there was no burning damage, only the world became brighter.
Then, Lorgar continued to walk forward, his steps light with supreme joy. His faith began to flow again.
After a while, he saw some Space Marines again, appearing in twos and threes, with the same bright ring of fire burning around their bodies. They seem to have not adapted to the life of sudden return, holding their helmets and wandering in the new and higher world.
Luojia smiled at them, "The warriors who were killed are worthy of praise forever and ever."
One of the warriors came up, met him, and saw Feeling a little surprised. He was a man with a very pure face, his face dotted with scars and his eyes burning with fire. The ebony-black armor had scriptures written on it and was decorated with white skulls.
He was the son of Lorgar Aurelion.
"Ah, Mullistan," Luojia lowered his head and said, hugging the other person's neck where the split had been made, and gently patting his left shoulder, "What's wrong?"
"Father——"
Lorgar stopped his salutation, "Call my name, Hashem."
The Emperor's warrior hesitated for a moment, then whispered: "Lorgar Aurelion, you Have you seen them? My...companion?"
"Not yet," said Lorgar. "If they have come, you will see them in the future. . No problems will arise.”
Then they moved forward together, Lorgar taking Hashem with him.
Soon after, more former warriors followed Lorgar Aurelion. They wore black veil-like armor. The armor of each one was lit by fire, although it was cold, it was very bright, and the smoke slowly formed a mist like morning dewdrops.
The terrain has also undergone some changes. Some places are still mountains and green grasslands, while some places look like places that once existed in the real universe.
Luojia saw a desert, with some tents propped up in the sand, and the outline of the city in the distance. Colchis was also in this world, almost identical to the real Colchis, but more perfect and seemed more distant, like a more impeccable imprint.
Some places - he remembered that the good scenery that had to be destroyed in the war he launched in his early years has also been revived in this world today. Everything is so the same, yet so different.
In other words, maybe this world is the real, higher world, and what they usually call the present world is just a mundane dream of the people in heaven. Today, these warriors are simply awake.
They met some new warriors behind a hill. One of the warriors jumped up lively, as if he couldn't wait, rushed to Hashem's side, and grabbed Hashem's unexpected hand. Even the fire in his eyes burned more vividly than others.
"Hassem!" the warrior shouted excitedly, and then greeted the others: "Hello everyone, I am Jack, I used to be a Luna Wolf. Hello, Primarch—— Have you seen Gerry-Gries with a long name?"
"I don't think so," said Lorgar. "If he is a man worth coming, he will come sooner or later."
"That must be a good day," said Jack, "I must mispronounce his name again, in front of his face I hope that by then, he will still remember who I am.”
He glanced behind Lorgar, saw the tall buildings and the dark sewers of the hive city, and cheered happily: "That's my Corsonia!"
"That's not yours," Lorgar gently advised, "That's His, warrior. Do you know who you are?"
"We..." Jack thought for a moment, recalling the unfamiliar name. That word seemed to be imprinted on his memory early on.
"Soulbound? No, no, it's the Damned," he said, "We are the Damned."
"Okay." Lorgar said.
Everyone continues to move forward, the world is still expanding, some green mountains and clear waters belong to the rumored Olympia at first glance, and those large dark jungles are probably Leon El'Jonson's Caliban. The soldiers admired everything about this mystery with great interest.
Sometimes, the green valley directly connects to a stretch of desert yellow sand that lasts for a long time. Sometimes, the wide clear water inland lake reflects the reflection of tents with weather detection flags hanging on the highlands of Terra's surface wilderness. Fantasy scenes came one after another, so much so that even the firm will of the Astartes could not help but look left and right at times, and even ran a few steps to take down a Book of Colchis from a green olive tree. The parchment scroll comes.
The world seems to have been rolled up entirely, forming a long unstretched parchment scroll, and then rolled out again, revealing a world that is far more wonderful and meaningful than any real universe.
It is as if this is the end of time. The mountains, cities, sandy plains and forests have all left their original places in the real world and are placed one by one where they really should be. Only after the end of the false world outside will all the people recorded on the roster be allowed to pass through the narrow door and return to the real world here.
Ahead is a city, and outside the city stands a uniform row of warriors, facing the city-state. Although they are all covered in black armor and have some death-related marks on their bodies, if you think about it casually, you know that these must be Iron Warriors.
"Kroger?" The soldier named Jack ran out energetically and stared at the faces of the soldiers in the queue one by one. "Oh, why are you here!"
"You It's a little noisy." Kroger said bluntly, "This city is the capital of Olympia."
"What's wrong with you!"< br>
"Is there a problem?" Kroger may have used up all his coldness in this life - the next life - whatever - in this sentence, because the next moment, he snorted coldly, strode forward, and followed Jack joined the advancing army of cursed warriors.
Luojia looked at everything in front of him with joy and satisfaction, as if a beam of light was lit in his heart.
The world ahead began to rise, like a slope extending endlessly upwards, lifting mountains, water, and trees all up to a dome that reached infinity. They moved up the slope without being pulled by gravity. The scenery beneath my feet recedes, sometimes it is a lake being traversed by water, sometimes it is the tops of green trees. The eagle flies high in the sky, as if it is going to fly through the white clouds.
Gradually, they no longer recognize the world beneath their feet. This seems to be a unique planet, with sandy plains, but the fortress is shining with silver and gold. The aircraft shuttles in the high sky around the fortress, and the brilliance of the metal on its wings is very dazzling.
And above the yellow sand in this area, there are countless silver angel statues hovering.
The intelligence they once had seems to have disappeared, or has been completely re-melted, removing the memory of their redeemed sins, experiencing the punishment of fire, smoke and brimstone, in the bottomless pit After being roasted in the cave, they were allowed to enter this new world, and were trapped in that silver body forever, performing their eternal pure service.
In the center of the yellow sand, Luojia saw a person he did not recognize, staring blankly up at the silver angel in the sky.
He was wearing a traveler's tan robe, with a sword wrapped in cloth around his waist, and a pair of bone wings spread out like leaf veins on his back.
The outline of that face seems to be somewhat similar to Leon, but softer. He looked tired, yet peaceful.
"Who are you?" Luojia asked.
The man came to his senses.
"I..." He shook his head and accepted Aurelion's hug awkwardly, "I have no name. Just call me the Resurrection Angel."
"Let's go." Luojia smiled.
The giant silver angel statue hovering in the sky also followed the team. Everyone continued to move forward, their team was very strong, perhaps thousands, perhaps tens of thousands, countless warriors advancing silently.
The world begins to nest, there is Cosonia in Olympia, there is Caliban in Cosonia, and within Caliban is the unknown world of the resurrected angel, and within it is Colchis, Then there's Caliban again...it's endless, and the farther they go, the wider the world becomes and the brighter the light, as if everything is eternal in endless light.
Finally, Lorgar Aurelion saw Him again, standing at the end of the world, where all light converges. A shadow of a dragon-like thing coiled behind Him, like a mosaic icon painting background, with each scale emitting colorful light.
Horus Luperkar and Leon El'Jonson were separated on His left and right, rarely appearing small.
"The Resurrection Angel," He spoke, wearing a golden crown on his head and holding a flaming sword in his hand. Thunder was rushing ruthlessly in His words, "Come here."
The Resurrection Angel walked towards Him. , kneeling in the clouds at His feet.
He raised his sword and pressed it on the head of the resurrected angel. As a result, the resurrected angel's body also ignited a layer of light golden fire.
He lowered his head, and the tan traveler's robe on his body was burned white by the flames, turning into a fine linen garment, with a golden belt hanging around his waist.
“And you,” He continued, His majesty cannot be questioned. "Get out of here."
His light shines outward, covering everything that exists in the kingdom of space.
Then Lorgar Aurelion woke up.
His head ached slightly, and he felt a hollow sense of loss, as if he had lost a memory that made him extremely happy and moved.
On his left lay Horus Luperkar, and on his right lay Leon El'Jonson.
Luojia blinked, a strong sense of brilliance arose in his heart, and he would never know why this holy glory came from.
Everything he had seen before, the thousands of wonders he had witnessed with his own eyes, everything connected with Ran Dan, the buried truth, the lost blood relatives, and the ending and whereabouts of the deceased...
He is no longer there Remember.
(End of this chapter)