Chapter 434 Class Reunion
“This is a dead world,” John Grammaticus muttered to relieve his tension.
He felt that the man with the truth would not be satisfied with the answer he got. Just like the moment he landed, he also felt that this desolate place could attract the nightmare sun that is closely related to the death of mankind. The possibility Not too high.
More likely, this is a trap for Zephyr Ruby: perhaps so for Lorgar.
But John had to admit that he recognized this place the moment he poked his head out of the subspace channel.
This was once an industrial world, or so John thought. Even though it was deserted, the strong smell of chemicals still lingered around him, continuing to corrode all the scrapped iron and light signs that had long been abandoned, as well as a large number of artificial and faded fake grass that looked like albinism.
In the garbage dump in the distance lie a bunch of broken wings of civilian drones, modified prosthetic arms, and wheelchairs that fell in the mud, with all the axles broken. Of course, there are dead bodies here. Thank God, their skeletons have long since rotted away and their smell is gone.
The sky above was gloomy and gray, divided into countless small pieces by the still floating debris of the orbital space ring. The star shrunk to an inconspicuous blue dot, lifeless in every sense of the word. It's like... some kind of post-end world, the entire world is stuck at the last second before restarting, so it continues lifelessly like this, feeding a group of rodents by the way.
"Where is this?" Lorgar Aurelion asked gently, and John could not hear his emotion.
"I——" He swallowed the words "I don't know". It is not a good decision to test the Primarch with lies, especially since this Primarch can always throw you to the stake with a smile. on the shelf.
"Sivers," he said, "I didn't think we'd be back here either. It was dead the last time I was here, nearly two hundred years ago."
Lorgar Aurelion walked on the upper level of the rubbish heap with a lightness that did not match his size, completely ignoring the burning smell that penetrated his nostrils. The world, crippled by a train wreck, was reflected in his violet eyes, and hell - John saw a genuine sadness in his noble and solemn face.
“The dead...” Lorgar Aurelion murmured in a low voice, and there was an ancient flavor that is rare in this era. “If they live for another few hundred years, they will die. Able to receive His glory. But among the stars, at the far edge of the empire, they died in an era of ignorance and darkness. They were not lucky enough to bathe in His truth, and they no longer have a place to go to eternal life..."
He lowered his head, the corners of his white robe brushing against the scraps on the ground. The man with the truth ignored this material contamination, his eyes wandered on the ground, sometimes leaning down, gently pushing aside the collapsed steel frame, staring at the skinny skeleton that died in an awkward posture, and then sighed softly and moved him lips, offering belated prayers for the dead.
John didn't know what to say. You must know that on their way here, the Word Bearers stayed for a few extra days and burned a primitive world with its own polytheistic beliefs to nothing.
"Is there water?" Luo Jia suddenly asked.
John touched his pocket to show that he had searched hard.
The leader of the cult who held the True Speaker turned around and gave a few instructions in Colchis, and then said to Lorgar: "Send it right away, Aurelion."
John was also reminded of the fact that all Word Bearers called their Primarch by name. This even made John a little eager to try.
"Sivers..." Aurelion repeated the name here, "Why did you come here, John?"
This involved some things that John couldn't say directly, mainly because he didn't think it would be wise to reveal his mentor.
"I thought there was something noteworthy here, my lord, I..."
Logar interrupted him. "Who among the Illuminati was here or is still here?" he asked gently.
“Hey, my lord, I didn’t say——”
“Our goals are the same, John,” Lorgar reassured him in a coaxing way, with something in his eyes. It seems sincere, "We are all tracking down the Nightmare Sun. Why do you think I want to harm your Illuminati?"
"It's Elijos," John said, giving up the struggle. He is not a good and loyal subordinate. "The Faceless Elijos, he is watching here now."
Logar nodded: "Has he always belonged to the Illuminati?"
"That's a question for me. "His blind spot, sir," John shrugged, "But I don't think so. I actually...well, I knew him a long time ago. In the years when he was born, the Illuminati didn't exist. It was established. Later..."
Later, a group of psykers took a boat to Prospero in the old night, and were bitten by the Devouring Bees. They all huddled in Tizca until Ai Lehos left - just a few years before the great Magnus descended from the sky. That was the message he was shared with.
As for how Aerojos Paridius joined the Illuminati later, John tended to think that it was the kind of psychic communication that sent him over. "Let's meet together on Easter. "I haven't seen my old friends in years" is a retro old school reunion, but the organizer of the reunion is too ambitious.
After all, if a person lives too long, he will either plan to become a big player and become powerful in the world, or he will die in obscurity in the corner.
"Later, he came to Seaforth to study his own way. It seems that he didn't have time to clean up the garbage here." John finished his words tiredly.
Logar listened quietly and narrowed his eyes: "Will you introduce me to him, John?"
"If you want, Aurelion." John still chose He thought it was the most appropriate time to call Lorgar by name, and was wary of Aurelion's reaction. "Good," the Primarch nodded at him.
A few minutes later, an aircraft rumbled down in front of them, and the wind pressure almost blew John away. Lorgar Aurelion walked towards the craft and stopped at the edge.
John watched in shock as the Truth Word Bearer asked the two Word Bearers to wash his hands with water from their water bags, and then recited a whole prayer in compassion, gesticulating with various characters, and making out of the air with his bare hands. He wrote a prayer and concluded his consecration with a cross. Then, the aircraft flew up on the spot, spraying holy water in the clouds like pesticide, watering the ground where Sievers died.
"This -" John hesitated, "No, this...is this it?"
Logar smiled, but John had never seen it before. His expressive face had ever shown such a real smile.
“Isn’t this too old-fashioned? Yes, I know, but Perturabo said that the development of technology is also his will. We must follow his footsteps and understand his sincerity, not Limited by the dogma of the priests of the past who annotated his actions.”
"Oh, I see," John said, wondering what Perturabo had meant.
——
This is not a good sign. To be precise, it sucks.
Something happened to Perturabo, even if Mors didn't know what it was yet. After all, he was the one who helped the Perturabos deliver the message - but suddenly, the source of the signal was cut off. It was not the kind of weakening that was in a sleeping state and covered with a layer of lantern paper, but a weaker and darker abnormal state, which set off alarm bells in Morse's heart.
Now he doesn't just want to know how to get to Perturabo while preserving the set of blades in his hand, or, the throne is above, at least contact him personally first. .
+I knew he wasn't free, so I came to you, Malcador. +
He stared at the twisted blades. Maybe he should crush them with a curse now. The curtain in the area where the Cliff is located is stable, and these blades have been there for thousands of years. I have never experienced the nourishment of blood. Their source of power has long been exhausted. Unless the power of subspace suddenly bursts out, then a meaningless hole will be exploded in the depths of the universe, and the power of chaos will briefly poke out, like a flame exploding with tongues of fire. Then, here Nothing -
Stop. He didn't want to become the driving force behind the invasion of the real universe by evil forces because of an inexplicable adventure. He closed his eyes hard.
+I can't contact the Iron Warriors fleet either, Morse,+Malcador replied,+It's too far, if you can't do it, how can I complete this mission? But...what could happen? +
Morse was not in the mood to stop and introduce the one hundred and eighty bad endings in the prophecy. The moment the old enemy Blade appeared, he knew that he had to be vigilant, no matter what the shadow that was about to touch the world. Which form. But the task of escorting his old enemy Blade made him very busy.
Unlike psykers, he cannot split his soul in two and travel to different locations, which would destroy his inner structure and destroy what is left of him. Yes, long-distance communication can be easily achieved, but his power cannot penetrate hundreds of thousands of light-years to really make a difference...
+The last task they accepted was You may want to know about the counter-insurgency work in the Devon system, + Malcador said seriously.
+It would be best if you didn't assign this task to him - no, forget it. +Morse pressed his eyebrows, +Prime Minister, are you sure you can bring a set of chaos weapons across the subspace? Why don't you come here? +
Suddenly, he stopped talking, raised his head suddenly, and stared in a specific direction. The light from that dim soul fire lit up again, distant and vague, as weak as through a layer of sanded glass, but that was unmistakable.
As for the glass that formed the barrier effect, he would never forget the power characteristics. Even though time had passed and the smell in it was very different, he remembered the crystal-like texture.
This startled him greatly, for he had no idea that there were many more Immortals still active in this world, beyond the sight of the Emperor, on the outskirts of the Imperium, at the edge of the Galaxy, but it gave him a purpose, and All he needs to provide is a psychic projection, the kind that can make calls.
Is that someone you can talk to? Elokhos's hatred of Chaos dates back to earlier than the Emperor. Maybe it was a helper rather than a hindrance, but what kind of thing would make him do it?
For such a long time, he did not move, so that Morse suspected that these old guys had died one by one in the storm of the old night. How many of them were still active?
+No, is there anything else I can do? +The imperial prime minister asked.
+Get ready for the Shadow Prison, I will bring the Nemesis Blade over later. Don't let anyone have access to them, not even Alpharius. These knives are powerful enough to harm a Primarch. +
+And...help me find Magnus, I don't have time to search for him everywhere. +
+Okay. +The Prime Minister said that when a person who has always focused on nonsense suddenly appears in front of you as panicked as a kicked snake, it often means that something is very serious.
And Morse has closed his eyes, pursuing the faint light, looking for a way to reconnect with Perturabo's will in the subspace.
His will traveled in the vast ocean, until the turbid smell became thicker, and the variegated stars revealed their colors from the thick clouds, twisting together chaotically to form a specious multi-headed structure. The snake shadow, the snake's fangs are still dripping venom, which is a drop of black light of rusty silver. If this is the latest research Elrojos Paridius is doing, then he really should hide his damn ass.
He constructed a shadow, and those chaotic sounds creaked around him like crawling beetles. He quickly passed through the shadow of the giant snake, leaving behind a golden rune afterimage, There is almost no fresh breath of sentient life on this planet, except for those lower creatures that are just surviving.
No...the Word Bearers are here? Why? He had no time to think. Because Perturabo was very close to him, the light gradually became obvious. The shadow of a titan-like steel giant burned quietly and weakly, with a black shadow that seemed to be bleeding wrapped around it. But that was Perturabo.
Somehow, something calmed Mors down, even if he was still ready to hold the silversmith accountable or, as he thought was unlikely, to express his gratitude to Elrojos. His shadow crossed the wet broken earth and slid gently towards the light... crossed a water purifier, went up from the window, and entered the house... together with the blue light of the distant star, looking for the right path...
Then, he saw Perturabo's soul, which existed in the real universe. It was weakly and semi-materially leaning on a chair because it was separated from the body, and returned to a vague shadow. It was obviously not wake. The web of light composed of the silversmith's three keys protected his existence, but Elojos himself was nowhere to be found, making Morse wonder if the guy who suddenly appeared had been stimulated by something and had just escaped again.
As well as tarot cards, the three tarot cards are lying on the ground, like some kind of prophecy waiting to be revealed, which needs a person who exists in the physical universe to uncover it.
For a moment, Morse suddenly felt the departure of a huge force. The whole world became brighter in an instant, and the hissing and crawling sound covered the sky and the sun, like A thunderhawk gliding overhead at close range. Then, the world dimmed again, and the stars still emitted their cold, silent little light.
But the multi-headed snake had just left. Its belly was squirming in the sky, its tail slipped quietly into the ocean currents of subspace, and its proliferating tentacles and whip-like tendrils trembled elastically, chasing the departing silversmith and disappearing together. .
He sat down next to Perturabo and waited for Magnus to respond to Malcador's call and then find him.
He had to choose between bringing the soul of a Primarch all the way back to Davin, or ensuring that his nemesis the Blade reached Terra. But it was enough for Magnus to accomplish the first of those things—or, at least, it was enough for the Crimson King to be here guarding his beloved brother.
Then he heard the footsteps of the marchers. Coming from the real universe, the voice is clear and the purpose is clear.
"I remember it was here," John Grammaticus said outside the door, "but I can't guarantee that Elijos is really here. Maybe he went out for a walk, Aurelion."
(End of this chapter)