Chapter 428 The Whispering Mountains
"Chaos, that term is ancient," said Morse, sitting across from Interrex Commander Naude. "It originated on Old Earth, in the Theogony. , is recorded as the beginning of darkness and light... Yes, this is a limited scientific system established when human beings' understanding of nature is not rich enough - when the theory cannot be proven to be false, we It can be taken for granted that it is the truth.”
In the conference hall, all the space warriors and most of the clerks from the empire had left, leaving only Perturabo and Morse, who were trusted by the emperor. People, chat with Interex about this.
The imperial people's decision made the guards of Interrex alert. The spears in their hands were tightened, and the silk wrapped around the bright armor fluttered slightly to prevent this "Chaos Wizard" from doing anything. Something deviant. The commander-in-chief shook his head and raised his hand to signal the guards to calm down.
"Do not offend the sincerity of the Human Empire," Naude said, leaning forward sincerely. If you ignore the wide pair of genetically modified ears, his face can be said to be an example of handsomeness in the human range. .
"In today's empire, chaos still remains in its ancient meaning. As a natural and random part of cultural archeology, it has not been given special attention. We say 'chaos' only to describe those who are in chaos. "
Naude frowned: "But today, it is impossible for a race to sail freely in the universe at a speed exceeding the speed of light without knowing anything about chaos. The speed spans the galaxy. "
"The subspace, the sea of souls, the vast ocean, the etheric ocean, the supreme sky, the void..." Morse said softly, when he mentioned the last word, Naude's. His eyebrows furrowed even more tightly.
“Most people in the Empire know some of these terms, but they don’t understand what they mean and how they are related to each other. After all, it only takes one real intrusion of Chaos for mankind to Most likely it will be permanently changed, replaced by the nightmare deep in their hearts, reshaped until they can no longer explain the true face of Chaos to others..."
"So, you specially train wizards to control it. "?" Naud asked warily, "I am glad that the empire has a correct understanding of Chaos, and we will not comment on your behavior of keeping the secrets of Chaos to the masses. But Chaos is the source of corruption and evil, and it is pervasive. , born for destruction, this is not a magic that can be controlled
"I would love to hear that the Imperium does not serve Chaos, but I cannot easily trust the human kin who dominate and guard sorcery - it would be irresponsible of Interrex."
"Why blame? What about yourselves, Naude?" Morse smiled softly.
"What do you mean?" the Commander-in-Chief asked puzzledly, "Please speak frankly."
"Control and preserve witchcraft, Commander-in-Chief. After obtaining the consent of the curator of the Instrument Hall, we The warsmiths shared their collection of weapons with us, and you were proud to have the blades of war sealed away in stasis as a permanent symbol of peace, perhaps one day after the Great Crusade. They will also withdraw their troops in the museum. However..."
Morse paused, "Even the human empire will not be bold enough to preserve the weapons of chaos."
The commander-in-chief was first shocked by the news and his eyes widened, and the worry on his face was as stiff as plaster. Then, he immediately asked eagerly: "What did you find, friends of the empire?"
" I hope you know clearly that I do not threaten Interex with this secret because it is out of respect for your social ideals and the first reward for agreeing to form an alliance," Morse said coldly, with dark eyes. There is a faint ray of golden light lurking like silk. "The Nemesis Blade."
"It's a controlled set of witchcraft artifacts," Naude said, not letting go of his nervousness. "We're placing it in a stasis field."
"Is it foolproof?" Morse asked. "It's guaranteed that nothing will go wrong with them? No, Commander-in-Chief, except for the necessary psychic navigation "You don't know anything about the warp. The stasis field is not enough to ensure the safety of these sorcery artifacts." within range rather than letting it get stolen.”
"This shows that you don't know how to destroy them correctly."
The surrounding music became intense in an instant, revealing the violent fluctuations in the Commander-in-Chief's heart, and even contained a hint of dissatisfaction with the Interex people. A rare sorrow.
“You are right, friend of the Empire,” he said sadly, “the danger of rashly destroying an artifact of witchcraft is likely to be far greater than what we can imagine.”
Perturabo spoke softly and comforted gently: "This matter has a precedent in your history, right?"
"It seems that we have all experienced the same setbacks. And. The Human Empire defeated it, or them." Naude took a deep breath, relieved his panic, and once again picked up the responsibility and identity of a commander-in-chief.
"You will have a lot in common with the two generals in the Great Crusade, Interrex." Morse shrugged his shoulders easily and tapped his fingers on the table. "Only those who understand witchcraft can Restrain sorcery. This rule will not change as long as the influence of Chaos exists.
"Now, I hope that the Hall of Instruments will hand over the Nemesis Blade to the Human Empire. You can consider it as a request for a gift. , can also be regarded as the silent protection given to Interex by the Empire. It depends on your vision and structure, dear Commander-in-Chief; no matter which description bias you choose, we can understand it. ”
Naude fell into thinking, and the sound of the instruments was divided into two parts. One was mainly syncopated, high, fast and fierce, the other was low and gentle, with small but long melody fluctuations. Finally , the second voice gradually replaced the first voice, and the entire conference hall fell into a reassuring silence.
The commander-in-chief blinked and looked at Morse and Petula. Beau nodded politely.
"Interex will thank the Emperor for his selfless gift, remembering the lurking danger that the Imperium of Mankind has lifted for us," he said. "Please follow us to the instrument later. In the main hall, we will present the old enemy blade. I sincerely hope that you will not be disturbed by them, and that the tentacles of chaos will stay away from mankind. ”
"Objectively speaking, your stasis field protection is indeed effective. All it needs is a safer storage environment. They will be sent to Terra and guarded by the Imperial Army."
Morse said, Tai In the underground shadow prison of La Palace, a large number of old night dangers have been permanently collected according to these rules.
"And I will personally ensure their safe arrival; when the Emperor returns to Terra, together we will destroy these blades."
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"Let them burn "This is the first order given by Lorgar Aurelion after arriving on Planet 54-19 and making initial contact with the local residents.
The priests of Muristan expressed cryptic worries to one another in his presence, and the Truespeaker saw that they were troubled. He trusted in the piety of these warriors, so he understood and gave patient explanations.
"Their offense goes too far, my children," Lorgar stood and leaned forward to take the hands of his priests.
"They mistake their small and blasphemous planet for Holy Terra, and they call their leader 'The Emperor' and demand that we kneel before them. If we hold fast to the truth we were given, They will use their weapons to shed our blood."
The pastor hesitated: "He is tolerant to His children and does not always rebuke them because of their sins..."
“No, why do we still need to find reasons to condone such blatant heresy? Having rejected the brilliance of the true God, they are no longer His children.”
"The Emperor's bloodline is inherited through spiritual life," the priest said suddenly. "You taught us that we are not born as humans, but we are born as His children. 'His Spirit lives in you', if you fail to use If they believe to get the Spirit of Truth, they do not belong to Him." "That's right," Lorgar smiled, "Okay, let's go. We still have to go to the Holy Grail Expansion, and we don't have much time to waste here." >
After the priests left the Wandering Temple, Lorgar Aurelion walked to the colored window and stared at the tiny planet outside.
The lights of civilization are scattered like stars, outlining the boundaries of the cities and countryside on the planet. However, it is such a seemingly beautiful planet that has the audacity to offend the Emperor's name and steal His will. Such absurd ignorance must be eradicated, and the old world undoubtedly needs to be completely reshaped before it can receive the Emperor's grace in a new and clean state.
He closed his eyes and imagined the storm birds hovering over the world, the fire being lowered, the air waves rolled by the jet engines rolling in the hot plasma explosion... The stupid heretic fell to his knees, howling. Begging for forgiveness.
But who can forgive them?
Logar opened his eyes, and his violet eyes quietly reflected the candlelight in the Wandering Temple.
Only the Emperor can forgive them, Lorgar thought. If they can be saved, after leaving the mortal world, they can naturally go to His kingdom and become part of His power and power; if their sins are unforgivable , then that door will not be open.
And all he had to do was send them to see Him.
I don’t know since when, Lorgar Aurelion has been convinced that the Emperor does have a sacred kingdom for dead souls. He believes that this comes from the Emperor’s enlightenment, and happily accepts the heavenly throne. the existence of the country.
All of this is more and more consistent with the stories written in the scriptures, making Lorgar often immersed in pursuing the happiness brought by Him, so that he has to frequently reflect on himself and not forget the humility he should have.
"Aurelion," one of his descendants called him over the comm channel.
Logar replied gently to the radio array on his collar: "What's the matter?"
"The Emperor's Memoirs applied to enter Colchis. His name is Lloyd Dahl. "
"Approve it. If he needs it, try to satisfy him as much as possible," Luo Jia said with a smile, ending the episode.
Three days later, the "Emperor" of 54-19 was executed, and the local centralized government was completely destroyed by the Word Bearers. Only a few die-hards were still hiding in fortresses in the mountains of the southern hemisphere, accusing the Word Bearers of unprovoked attacks on them. and brutal acts of extermination.
Logar never listens to the nonsense of heretics or heretics, and the conquest of 54-19 is just a trivial matter. In his mind, going to the Holy Grail Expansion and exploring the metaphor of the sacred title "Holy Grail" and the rumored Nightmare Sun were always top priorities in his mind.
"But I would still like you to come to the surface and have a look, Aurelion." His priest said.
"Did their counterattack stop our advance?" Luojia asked, "I thought they were just ignorant heretics with backward technology."
"They never hindered us, and they did think Backward and primitive in technology, but an unknown signal is interfering with our communications in the mountains, something they call 'Samus' whispering blasphemously."
"So, you think I need to go and see for myself." Lorgar pondered, getting up from the emperor's statue, "Take me to see, priest."
"Yes, Auri Li An. ”
They landed in the Whispering Mountains of Planet 54-19, where the mountain wind was strong and the climate was freezing. As the Word Bearers discovered, there was indeed a faint whisper lingering in the Whispering Mountains. The sound was ambiguous, and as the mist and cold wind blew in from the mountains, it even invaded the Word Bearers' communication channels.
Lorgar found that he could hear "Samus"'s words clearly, which made cold anger burn in his heart.
"Samus is by your side..." the filthy and evil creature tirelessly told, "Samus is the end, Samus is death...Samus is waiting at the end... ”
This whisper even weakens the natives the Word Bearers face. When they meet those stubborn opponents, they often have already fallen into mad ravings and are teetering on the edge of self-destruction. Even if he is still conscious, he can only kneel in panic before the Word Bearers, begging them not to go further into the Whispering Mountains, because "the boundary between the spiritual world and the real world is blurred here, and the black light comes through the veil."
Lorgar Aurelion remained unmoved, his ring of ash burning all his enemies. Fortresses were destroyed one after another, the ancient tunnels and labyrinths were completely purified, and the screams of mortals drowned out Samus's whispers. They crossed the ice bridge, traversed the fortress, dismantled the temple brick by brick, and destroyed all the original beliefs in the Whispering Mountains.
The priests chanted the Imperial Mantra aloud, countering Samus' whispers with true creed. The natives were frightened beyond words by the Word Bearers' chants, as if the Emperor was their greatest fear.
“They fear the Word,” Lorgar Aurelion said with satisfaction, leading the Word Bearers to walk in the deep cave, listening to the water dripping from the walls and the flames burning on the oil. "They are afraid of the truly noble truth and the prayers that can cleanse their souls. The darkness has etched their miserable souls too much, preventing them from accepting the true light."
Then, the water droplets on the wall formed a A vague rhythm seems to be some kind of code to convey information.
Lorgar listened, "Samus is here...in the darkness...Samus in the sun..."
He ignored the codes with indifference, refusing to listen to the demon's ravings until The priest who was exploring ahead sent a new response: "Aurelion, we found a mural, which is the complete map of Terra, the old map of Terra, on which there are still oceans and mountains... and -"
There was a sound of fighting, and artillery rumbled deep in the tunnel, like the heartbeat and trembling of the earth or magma. Lorgar waited, and soon, the priest answered again: "We found a separate aboriginal, who advised us not to get closer. Ahead is the realm of darkness and destruction. The aboriginal has been executed..."
The second burst of gunfire rang out, and the priest was full of doubts: "The aborigines seemed to be reborn after death, maybe body transformation..."
Before the third burst of gunfire sounded, Luojia interrupted this cycle.
"Ask his name, children," he said softly. "If he would rather die than tell his story, then listen to what he has to say."
A few seconds later, the aboriginal got a chance to communicate. Surprisingly, the language he spoke was Terran Gothic.
"John Grammaticus," he replied reluctantly and hoarsely, his voice trembling with pain, "My lords, I come from Terra."
(End of this chapter)