Chapter 435: The Selection of the Warmaster
Lorgar Aurelion pushed the door gently, and the manned composite gold narrow door was locked, but it could not resist the power of a Primarch. He took a step and noticed beneath his feet a closed hexagram, an exorcism symbol favored by wizards.
Around, small ornaments composed of various silverwares hang from the ceiling. Stones engraved with runes and metal imitation animal bones are connected in series with silver locks, jingling when the airflow blows. Sound. The astrolabe of a celestial system shone in the center of the house, and the electrical wiring was simply bundled together and ran along the walls.
All of this is suitable to be used as evidence of heresy, and the owner of the house should be burned at the stake. However, Lorgar's eyes were completely attracted by the giant appearing on the seat, so much so that even Mo Mo, who was glowing with golden light, was completely attracted. Ers was temporarily forgotten by him.
"Perturabo..." He subconsciously called the giant's name, and then realized that the Lord of Iron did not seem to be really here.
His body was more transparent and blurry than the illusion constructed by the holographic projection, and he was slumped on the bench. The face that had always been resolute now had its eyes closed, showing pain. Luojia felt anxious for a moment, wishing he could Take his place; or at least let him find out what's going on here.
"Why are you here," another voice said. Lorgar noticed the presence of Morse. He was about to answer, but found that the person the imperial craftsman was asking was not him.
John Grammaticus touched the pistol on his waist, even though there was not a bullet in it, and Morse was obviously not an entity: "Why are you here too? I didn't listen. Say you will join us too..."
"Join you for what?" Morse interrupted him unhappily, "What are you doing again? Who told Paridius that he could practice witchcraft? "
"Hey, I also want to ask what you are doing, Emperor, you..."
Lorgar looked over, and John immediately stopped talking, his eyes avoiding his gaze. This made a trace of confusion slip through Luojia's mind.
He was actually curious about what mortals could see in his eyes. They always flinched under his gaze, or they were afraid of him himself-Kologa did not harbor any hostility, but he understood that The basic etiquette of looking at others before starting a conversation; or, people are afraid of their reflection in Aurelion's eyes, and maybe they will find that they see more of themselves in Lorgar's eyes than they think.
This actually made Lorgar uncomfortable, but he respected these children and creatures who were favored by him, so he was willing to accept it all.
"What happened to Perturabo?" he asked.
Perhaps he should be the first to ask why the Imperial craftsmen and the Illuminati agents know each other, but this must be compromised in the face of Perturabo's safety.
"He was injured, and I'm waiting for someone who can bring him back into my body." Morse turned sideways and replied coldly. He floated back to the Iron Lord, and the golden runes on his body and the three silver floating silver keys seemed to echo each other.
"Did this Elijos hurt him?" Lorgar asked softly, which meant that he was suppressing the anger surging in his chest. "It was this silversmith who let his noble man leave. Was his body forced to drift here? Are you unable to take him back, Morse? "
"No," Morse said, and only said this word.
After a few seconds - these long seconds, Lorgar Aurelion even felt that it was comparable to an entire long century filled with suspicion, anger and worry, he closed his eyes He glanced at his eyes: "I don't think it was made by a silversmith."
The craftsman approached Perturabo, and his outstretched hand passed through Perturabo's unawakened soul, and another drop of dark liquid The drops slipped quietly from the bottom of Perturabo's cheek and penetrated the craftsman's fingers. Luojia regretted that he only discovered the hidden scar now. It was a scratch like an eagle's claw, passing along the jawline.
"What is that?" he asked eagerly. "What can I do?"
"There is a witchcraft that hurt him," Morse said coldly, "You can understand it as...an unknown evil. This is not you It'll work, Aurelion, and I don't need anything more from you. Magnus will find the planet, and he'll bring Perturabo back safely. There's nothing to do here, White Mantra. "
Devil, Samus, Lorgar suddenly thought of the ghost wandering in the Whispering Mountains.
Before leaving the planet that dared offend the Emperor's name, the Word Bearers used a final round of orbital bombardment to flatten the mountains where the unknown soul lurked, but they still never really saw the annoying creature. of devil. It was undoubtedly a demon, beguiling people's hearts, hiding from the divine light, and whispering in the darkness behind the light. This is the common characteristic of those dark creatures.
Perhaps it disappeared into the universe along with the lair where it lived, or perhaps it fled into the unreachable depths of shadow until the truth of the Empire could not reach it.
Could Samus be connected to the force that harmed Perturabo?
"Then..." Lorgar hesitated, stepped over the clutter in the room, and walked towards Perturabo. "Can I read some prayers for him?"
"If you want." Morse said, his indifference made Aurelion a little hurt, but as long as he thought that all this was for his heart His eldest son, Perturabo, made Lorgar feel soft in his heart.
"No need to guess, that is the Nightmare Sun." John Grammaticus suddenly spoke, attracting the attention of others, "Or Komos, Tyrant Star, Darkness, Bird Claw, and Create more doomsday and madness. This is its symbol."
He shrugged: "These names were given by our mentors, don't ask me, but the scratches of the bird's claws are its symbol. You've all heard of it, right? It's a bit common in the Grail Expanse, but outside of that it's not very common. I don't know why this Primarch would get scratched by it - but you will. Need this information.”
"Mentor?" Morse frowned, "Who is it again?"
"I really don't know his name, maybe he doesn't have a name." John said, he sounded very sincere, and Or maybe he just gave up all covertness and decided to be more open and honest, lest Lorgar kill him multiple times.
He was smart, because if he continued to say nothing, Lorgar knew that sooner or later he would do so.
"Is there any way to restore him?" Lorgar asked, "Tell me."
"This is beyond my capabilities, my dear Primarch, and Morse ." John replied. "As you know, the only power that can fight against the Nightmare Sun so far is...well, witchcraft, but you can't use witchcraft to repair him."
"Don't worry. I will heal him." Mors said, his words sounding so sure that Lorgar Aurelion instantly felt at ease. This was the Emperor's emissary's promise, and all he had to do was listen.
Morse's chest rose and fell. Finally, he exhaled and looked through the silver titanium alloy window frame at the blue-lit skyline on the far side of the planet Sievers, which seemed to be waiting. Next visitor.
Lorgar's worry quietly revived again. He could not bear to continue staring at the unconscious Perturabo. This kind of waiting was too painful and too blasphemous for him.
"Maybe," he said, "you can take your brother and leave, Morse."
"I can't, I have my mission." Morse said, " Even if I almost regret taking that mission. If you have something to do, go ahead.”
"We came here to look for Elijos," John sighed, "but he has run away now. Before, we were chasing an Eldar tarot card to find the way, but we ended up here -"
He lowered his head and found three tarot cards lying quietly in front of his feet. They seemed to have been placed here a long time ago, but it was not until this moment that they noticed the unique hidden existence of this set of cards.
"Open it." Luojia ordered. John squatted down resignedly, picked up these LCD cards one by one, and then opened them in front of this group of dangerous people.
“…it might be broken.”
He said awkwardly, showing the three blank cards. The fronts of these cards did not show the images that divination should have at all, as if the characters hidden in them ran away secretly.
Morse snorted. "Go on and complete your mission, whatever it is. But we'd better not become enemies."
He paused, "Magnus is here."
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"The throne is above!" Magnus carefully observed as Perturabo's soul gradually overlapped with his body, and light red beads of sweat almost fell on his own spiritual body. , "What do I do then?"
Morse's projection stood beside Perturabo's bed in the Primarch's infirmary, staring intently. The chief pharmacist of the Iron Warriors nervously operated the pile of instrument panels, mumbling to himself from time to time, and those yellow exclamation marks illuminated his face very brightly.
"Father is still not awake," Titus said, licking the corners of his extremely dry mouth, "but the value has rebounded slightly, and overall it has recovered about...30%."< br>
Later, Titus took the time to read the reports of other pharmacists. At the moment when Devin's satellite collapsed, the war blacksmiths judged that this was not a devastating explosion, but a further rupture, and decided to send out teams to rescue as many warriors as possible on the broken continent who still had hope for treatment.
Thanks to this bold decision, many warriors were brought back to the fleet, including Belosos, the war blacksmith who went to the surface. Unfortunately, no one among them was awake yet, and the infirmary was instantly overcrowded.
"Check that wound, Magnus," Morse said, "Use psionic energy first."
Magnus took a breath, then did as he was told. As soon as he received Malcador's call, he traveled thousands of miles to find Morse on the Cliff. Then he found the planet Sivers through the subspace channel at the fastest speed, and faced Lorgar Aureliano's full of energy. With worried eyes, he panted and followed Morse to search for the Devon galaxy.
After the afterglow of the Nightmare Sun gradually faded away, the astrological communications of the Iron Warriors fleet that had been disrupted by the black mist were restored. Relying on the call of the Astropathic Chorus, they finally returned to the Iron Plains and sent the Iron Lord's soul back safely.
But Perturabo still couldn't wake up.
A ray of psychic light that was as impersonal as possible rose from Magnus's fingertips. He carefully used this glimmer of light to explore the dark and bleeding wound.
The moment the light touched the scar, it was quickly swallowed up by the darkness, as if this dangerous power was eager to devour any energy that could feed it, and it would not refuse anyone who came.
"It takes strength," Morse judged accurately, even if his own strength was not there. "It must be isolated from absorbing energy. You try..."
He fell into silence. According to Magnus's understanding of him, Morse himself on the Cliff should be trying to build a set of enough Effective spell protection.
This wound has not really hurt Perturabo's soul, because it has free ether from the outside world to absorb. Once the conditions for absorbing external spiritual energy are lost, the person who suffers further damage is likely to be the Lord of Iron himself. What they have to do is to conduct a double blockade.
Almost immediately Magnus remembered his Thutmons rune.
A few years ago, he was dragged to the Webway by the Emperor, and the order he received was to paint every accessible place on the Webway with sealing runes that had been improved twice by the Emperor.
At that time, after simple calculations, he chose to split the drawing method of runes into multiple steps with the help of Angron, and taught them to endless green-skinned orcs in turn, and then let this endless number of The construction team will complete the part they have learned in order.
This attempt was successful, one of the few events at the end of the Great Crusade that greatly enhanced Magnus's sense of accomplishment.
But objectively speaking, Magnus did not see the difference in the modifications added by the Emperor in terms of generating the restraining power against the four gods of the subspace.
But now, an idea that surprised him was slowly emerging from his mind.
"Do you think it's okay if I try Trimons?" Magnus asked.
"Okay." Morse said after thinking about it. "Be careful."
Magnus nodded slightly, exhaled from his lips, and then carefully drew the runes modified by the Emperor in the air. That is the rearrangement of the runes after simulating the movement of twelve equally divided celestial bodies on the zodiac, and finally forming a slightly three-dimensional sphere. The Emperor says this originated in ancient Terra in Babylon.
The golden rune shimmering with crimson gradually took shape. The Crimson King placed it on his fingertips, concentrated on it, and gradually got closer to the long and narrow scar, until finally it touched the Iron Lord's cheek like flowing water. The wound is framed.
After sensing the dark aura, this rune, which normally does not deform, suddenly began to shrink on its own in a targeted manner, returning to the area around the scar, slowly sewing it up like a copper wire. Fix the black blood within the rune package.
“It works,” the pharmacist on the side exclaimed in a low voice. Faced with the changed data detection, he was overjoyed, “It is... gradually recovering, yes, there is a change!”
Magnus waved his hand, "Great," he sighed, "Throne!"
"It seems that the Emperor anticipated the emergence of the Nightmare Sun." Morse said softly, With obvious thoughtfulness. "Can you hear me, Perturabo?"
Perturabo's body still lay quietly, but a weak voice floated into the ears of the psykers in the room.
+Yes,+The Lord of Iron responded softly,+Where is this? There are some...blurred patches of color. There were three fires in total. +
Morse helped the low cabinet beside the hospital bed.
+It sounds like you are still floating in the cracks,+Morse said,+I will come over by myself after I throw the old enemy blade into the shadow prison. You first... +
"My lords," Titus said. He did not hear the conversation on the psychic channel, otherwise he would never interrupt it. "This message arrived after astrology was restored. The Warsmiths thought you might be interested. It comes from Lord Rogal Dorn."
"What is it?" Magnus answered. Perturabo also fell silent, resting and listening.
"This is a top-secret communication. Lord Dorn said..." Titus hesitated, "The candidate for Warmaster has been designated in advance as Lord Horus Luperkar, the Emperor. Let Lord Dorn prepare to go to Ullanor to build the Coronation Hall. Lord Dorn wants to know if Lord Perturabo is willing to go with him."
(End of this chapter)
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