Chapter 429 John
The journey to the destination is very long, and tracking the Harlequin Ruby makes it not boring, but the Eternal John Grammaticus would rather he is tracking a fixed person. target.
The movements of these Eldar were erratic, traveling through the webway. Sometimes John suspected that he had followed that guy throughout most of the galaxy, or that he was still wandering around the edge of the galaxy.
The light of the Star Torch was suddenly far and near from him, and the guiding light was sometimes bright and sometimes far away. It sometimes reminded him of the topic they had often discussed recently: the fate of the guy now known as the Emperor of Mankind. What kind of power does it rely on to power the Galaxy Star Torch?
If, as they speculated, the Emperor really used his own power to illuminate the back of the entire universe and the galaxy... Who would still believe the truth of his empire? Is there any god in the world who is imagined to be able to illuminate millions of worlds and reconnect trillions of creatures?
It is said that the long-departed Remus has returned to the Emperor, and he hopes that the man in black does not know what the Emperor is doing. If he knew - then things were terrible, ten Johns combined could not defeat a Remus, let alone the Sigil Bearer and the Emperor himself.
John Grammaticus left his resting place on the way and said goodbye to the kind-hearted Eldar Ilyasin. He regretted that even the Eldar themselves could not find the whereabouts of Ruby, and then returned to Embark on the trail of Harlequin.
Soon after, he stopped in the mountains. The skill of psychic tracing told him that Hong Yu had stayed here for a long time, but then moved away, as if he was deliberately leading him to this mountain range full of dark whispers. .
Looking down from the top of the mountain, the Whispering Mountains are like a frozen brain lying on its side, with ravines and crisscrossing ravines and curves like a maze. The winding lines are almost natural spiritual circuits, from the inside out. Steam emitted like gray mist.
Samus's whispers caught John equally, and he realized that these whispers were undoubtedly closely related to something they all opposed, but had been slow to gain further gains in the exploration.
End...darkness...death...destruction, everything is related to the predictions of the mentor (Sensei). In addition to further confirming that the day of destruction is approaching step by step, John cannot obtain more information without protecting himself. .
And as the Imperial forces lined the skies, casting a blanket of shadow over the Whispering Mountains and announcing their brutal arrival with a series of plasma-powered bombs, John realized he had to find a way to escape. .
Well, he was running too slow, or rather - Lorgar Aurelion, who they privately called the Vanguard of Destruction, was moving too fast. John was feebly prepared to be caught as they started clearing the ground from orbit without so much as a moment's hesitation.
"Zefro Ruby is a traitor to humanity who defected to the Eldar," John faced Lorgar with a headache, choosing the information he thought was most suitable to share, lest this fanatical cultist tie him to Burning at the stake for a hundred years, "I'm following it."
"What did he do?"
"We don't know...I heard it has something to do with the legendary Nightmare Sun." John said vaguely. A Primarch who is keen on conquest would probably sneer at such ignorant legends. He would rather be seen as a man who pursues wonders. Fool.
"You," the tall head of the cult with gold inscriptions on his head looked down at him seriously, "who are you?"
"I'm just one of their agents," John Said, "The person who hired me belongs to the Illuminati. I don't know much more than this title, my lords."
"Who gave you the ability to be reborn?"
"I How do you know, adults, this is simply innate." John sighed, the mystery of immortality has never been solved, this is a truth.
Several Word Bearers looked at each other, and then the golden-skinned Primarch Lorgar Aurelion stepped forward steadily. His pace was not fast, but John couldn't help but shake his tied hands to ease the anxiety rising in his heart. fear.
"Where will you go next, John?" He read his name slowly, and his purple inhuman eyes seemed to encompass the darkness and cold in the entire cave. John felt terrible, really.
"I don't know, my lord," he said, trying to sound more sympathetic, "find a way to go after Ruby. The xenos are enemies of the Imperium. For the Emperor."
Lorgar smiled softly and bowed slightly in greeting to John: "Okay, we will help you, John Grammaticus. From now on, wherever you go, the Word Bearers will follow. I am very happy, The targets we are pursuing are all the Nightmare Suns deep in the Holy Grail.”
—The negotiations lasted for four weeks, and Perturabo suspected that this number would make Lorgar show him that they understood each other. smile. He turned Aurelion's golden head away from his mind and shook Lord Commander Naud's hand for the last time.
"May our friendship endure across the galaxy," said Perturabo, and even if Interrex finally agreed to call the Emperor "Emperor" in his final days, he was inclined to Leave room for Interex in the conversation. This can easily earn the goodwill of Interrex, a kind and even somewhat naive civilization.
"May the Emperor bless us." Naude said, standing by the elevator of the spaceport, bidding farewell to the Iron Warriors' fleet.
Morse had a unique perspective on this matter: "It seems as if they have other ways of calling the Emperor. Do they know the Emperor's name?"
Hundreds Astartes warriors and tens of thousands of clerks, as well as other servitors and other service tools returned to space in an orderly manner, while the fleet supplies and numerous rubbings of ancient technology and cultural collections provided by Interex resources, even multiple transport ships are needed for specialized transportation.
Warsmiths are rarely busy for the purpose of resource statistics rather than war planning. A small group of Astartes skilled craftsmen will stay in Interrex to conduct long-term engineering and artistic exchanges with the Federation and serve as A garrison of sorts, and to make sure the officials sent by the Empire don't do the Savior's stupidity again.
No matter what, this job makes everyone feel relaxed.
"The best wars end before the firefight," Morse said, patting his own robe, "although it doesn't look that worthy of being placed on a monument to the greatness of the Empire."
< br>"Are you planning to return to Terra next?" Perturabo asked.
"Yes, I am escorting this ship back as a gift from the Interex trip," Morse nodded, "Those people don't understand the dangers of the Rival Blade, and I don't expect accidents to happen. .”
"You value them," Perturabo said, slightly curious.
“If you think about it this way,” Morse smiled kindly, “If they are not dangerous enough, why don’t I destroy or collect them myself?”
“Well, goodbye. "The Lord of Iron said goodbye to the craftsmen, as they often did. The two of them were not often in the company of each other, not even the other Perturabo on Terra.
Everyone has their own responsibility, just like Magnus is obeying the Emperor's instructions and filling every corner of the webway except for some nodes. text, and the parliament jointly established by Morse and Malcador was gradually improved.
Perturabo returned to his seat, closed his eyes, connected each cable, and began to work on his next work plan.
Next month, he will go to the Extreme Star Territory to participate in an alien-related extermination operation. If the task can be solved within three months, he will take time to return to Olympia and personally inspect the small country he built. If there is nothing extra to do next, he will return to Terra with another group of Iron Warriors to carry out their secret mission, and then go to Prospero to see the construction of Magnus' home planet...
Then, the screen in his mind flashed, and a new piece of information entered his mind through the data stream.
A signal came from a galaxy, saying that one of the satellites was recovered by Horus Luperkar about sixty years ago, and now for unknown reasons, it has made the choice to betray the empire.
The satellite is not large, but the rebellious army is powerful and requires imperial troops to suppress it.
Planet 63-8 is located in the Devon galaxy.
(End of this chapter)