Chapter 438
The rain of Sievers blew across Lorgar Aurelion's face that was raised forward, and he looked to the north.
As John Grammaticus said, there is a man coming from the end of the skyline.
To be precise, he came riding a four-hoofed animal.
The glass-like four-legged animal has a long neck and a long face, and its interior emits a color that is like scattered colorful light. The translucent chestnut mane on its neck flows down like river valley water, its hooves tap on the soft rain mud on the ground, and its tail swings like a soft whip behind it. All the broken lightbulbs, stretched glass cables and derailed land locomotives are very different.
The misty rain formed a blanket close to the ground, paving a separate and wide road for it, allowing it to be the only bright object in this gray and black world.
Aurelion had only heard of that animal from Jaghatai. "A true horse," the Khan said, looking at his Chogoris steppe, "and you can find it on Terra." Every horse is different, you can recognize it when you see it."
Luojia stood up from the ground. As the rider drew closer, his features became clearer.
He was a man with a calm and steady demeanor, his demeanor was casual, and his posture showed that he had received a good education and rich experience.
He wore a coat with wide sleeves, a gray vest with silver buttons and a shirt made of silk. The color was slightly darker than the light yellow of primrose. The cuffs and collar were embroidered with exquisite embroidery. The decoration looked like A tangled combination of snake and eagle. A leather water bottle and a small pistol holster were tied to his saddle, and a sword full of decorative ancient carvings hung around his waist. The rain falling on his dark golden hair and ivory skin seemed to turn into tiny sparkling crystal sequins, creating an ethereal halo.
The leather strap of the cross hanging around Luojia's neck suddenly broke. He quickly caught it and held it tightly in the palm of his hand. This dispelled the irrational light rising from his soul.
He didn't say anything, just stared at the man who came here on horseback and the witchcraft-turned-creature, but a storm of waves was already rolling through his already hesitant mind.
The visitor looked at Lorgar Aurelion with a cold expression that might have been a smile. His voice was loud and struck like a bullet through the rain, even though his gun was still holstered.
"Lorgar Aurelion," the visitor said, reining in his horse lightly and raising his chin, "I have heard of you, the Emperor's seventeenth son, the loyal Word Bearer. "
John recognized the very recognizable voice: the voice seemed to come from behind a thick velvet curtain, a little hoarse, with a kind of cold pressure, and every syllable was carefully crafted. , causing a slight tremor in the humid air.
"Mentor?" John said doubtfully, unable to believe his ears.
This was the first time he saw this mentor since he joined the Illuminati, and with just one glance, he knew who this mentor was and why he rarely showed up.
"What about you?" Lorgar walked forward, and the Word Bearers followed him faithfully, "Who are you?"
The visitor stroked the body of the crystal horse, He jumped down lightly, and his thick-soled riding boots made a crisp sound as they ground on the bouncing water droplets. Then, the crystal horse turned into rainbow light and circled away towards the sky behind him.
"What do you think?" he asked, but they all already knew the answer. The outline of the face brought by the same blood, the curvature of the bridge of the nose and the eyes as clear as glass marbles are enough to explain the identity of the visitors, not to mention their heights when they look at each other.
"The eleventh son of the Emperor, the only lost son among us who wanders away." Lorgar said as calmly as possible, his mind was buzzing, and he heard the rain trembling along his body and clothes. The ground flows down. "You fell into the Holy Grail Expansion Area?"
"Ah... not quite accurate, but it's roughly the same." The visitor sneered slightly, with an expression that Lorgar couldn't understand, as if it was a kind of His innate indifference is only revealed through his tired expression.
He came closer, his holster left on the saddle and his precious sword still at his waist. Loyalty to Lorgar and the Emperor outweighed the Word Bearers' reverence for the Primarch, and several flamethrowers were raised.
The visitor noticed this series of muzzles. His expression did not change at all. He just took off the sword, discarded it casually, and threw it in the mud, as if it was no better than a stick on this abandoned planet. Light tubes are more precious.
"Where's your name, No. 11?" Luojia asked.
"You already said it, 'Eleven'," Eleven said, "or 'Mentor'. I already have two codenames. Don't create a third one for me, I'm not interested."
< br>He was still looking at Lorgar's face, staring directly at him: perhaps he was looking at another face from the same origin as his own, or perhaps he was looking through this one that was particularly similar to the Emperor's. Face, looking at his father's face.
Luojia didn't like this look. Even if He existed in each of them, it would still be an act of offensive arrogance to speculate on the whole of Him through any single individual.
There is only one issue that he is most concerned about now.
“Did you betray, Eleven?”
Eleven blinked: "What, Lorgar?"
"Have you betrayed the Empire of Man, betrayed the Lord of Mankind." Lorgar asked, as if reciting a short litany, "Going against the Emperor's vision, separated from your creator and blood relatives."
He paused and asked forcefully: "Is the birth of the Nightmare Sun related to you?"
"Nightmare Sun?" Eleven repeated the word, responding perfunctorily to Lorgar's strong tone.
"I'm used to calling it the Tyrant Planet, but if you insist..." He shrugged, "That's the funniest thing I've heard recently, Aurelion. One that counts the Nightmare Suns The person who called to the real universe for the first time has to turn around and question the person who intends to hinder its arrival, whether he contributed to the birth of Komos."
"Explain what you said," Lorgar snapped, but his intention was mainly to delay.
I hope his priests can understand the meaning behind this scene and dispatch more mechanized devices to the surface, whether they are tanks, aircraft, motorcycles and heavy weapons.
A Primarch is not indestructible, especially not a solitary one wearing a silk shirt.
Luojia secretly regretted it. If he had remembered to wear the armor, this hidden traitor who was talking nonsense would have been pushed to the ground by him.
His suspicious behavior and abuse of witchcraft, not to mention that he refused the Emperor's grace - he dared to refuse! This alone made Luojia not want to hear another word from him.
Eleven's absence from the entire expedition toward its conclusion desecrated his birthright.
Whatever his birth, the one who will hear the excuses for his absence from the Great Crusade will be the Emperor who can judge all, just as the Lord of Mankind has always done.
"Destruction, death, pain, fear...these belong to it." Eleven said softly, walking forward in a slow way. There was no smell on him, and even if there was, it didn't win. rainwater.
“Whoever creates the most endings hastened the birth of Komos. Like that satellite of the Davin system... was it sixty years ago? The painful destruction caused by the Word Bearers’ own hands , its echo summoned the projection of Komos in the sea of souls. I can only go and finish it, No. 17. "
"You are hinting that you saved Perturabo, and I——. Hurt him?" Luojia asked in disbelief.
"I don't, and I don't want to argue with you." Eleven said calmly, which made him look older than Lorgar, who had been bored early due to the complicated joys and misfortunes he had experienced. "Let me give you a necessary reminder. You'd better kill less people, or not kill people unless necessary. In recent years..." Luojia grabbed his tie, which interrupted Eleven's words, that ivory-carved face Being pulled closer, if there was any surprise or a flicker of lies in those light-colored eyes, Lorgar could see it clearly.
However, these factors were not there, which disappointed Lorgar.
"Leave all this to the Emperor, Eleven," Lorgar interrupted, "The Illuminati exists independently of the imperial government, and your organization has the potential to threaten the stability of the empire. , must be subject to strict scrutiny."
"My organization? It's not my organization, and I don't think... I have anything to review."
Eleven said, raising his head and adjusting his cuffs, adjusting the edge of his shirt to reveal the width of his coat.
“First of all, you are a user of witchcraft,” Lorgar sneered. “If it weren’t for the Primarch, you would have been on the stake or the gallows.”
“Your emperor is not the world’s emperor. The greatest user of witchcraft?" Eleven stung Lorgar almost deliberately, and smiled with satisfaction at the effectiveness of his words. Lorgar Aurelion could not imagine that a specious smile could be so disgusting.
He couldn't help shouting loudly: "Shut up! How dare you speak nonsense to tarnish the sacred glory of the Lord of mankind? Do you know that there is a world of difference between miracles and witchcraft, and prayers and incantations show the difference between piety and depravity? Demarcation! Your words are a blasphemy against the supreme Emperor, a betrayal of faith, and a trample on the glory of mankind. If you dare to continue to tarnish the dignity of the Emperor, I will definitely punish you. ..."
"Sorry." Eleven said decisively, "But whatever you say. I sincerely advise you, Lorgar, to create less destruction is not a bad thing for the empire: it will benefit it. His reputation can also delay the arrival of the Tyrant Star - the Nightmare Sun."
Lorgar heard the roar of the Storm Eagle flying through the clouds, and his frantic heart became calmer.
"Furthermore, you have abandoned the Great Crusade, failed to live up to the duty for which you were born, and are guilty of it. You must face the trial, you have no escape."
"I hate this word ," Eleven suddenly stared at Luo Jia with an intolerable look, and raised his voice, "What do you think it is when we are born?"
"Our responsibilities when we were born? Your duty is to serve the Lord of mankind, the Father of all things, and serve everything you have for his ideals," Lorgar declared in a deep voice, with a sense of joy in judgment.
Fighter planes are hovering high in the sky, and the Ring of Ashes is also ready to go. The Word Bearers Legion's strength had been replenished, and whether it was out of arrogance or other factors, Eleven stayed too long, giving plenty of time for this to happen. This madman makes random excuses and slanders the emperor!
"So...where will I be tried?" Eleven seemed to give up all excuses, his expression went blank, and he read his next words flatly, "I really regret coming here today. I have to go Terra? Go to your throne world and meet the Lord of Humanity?"
This gave Lorgar a reminder that even though Ullanor's news was spreading, a great victory in the Tianlong Sector had just happened. Word has spread, but the battle against the Orc Empire has not yet come to an end.
An astrological communication will arrive on the Emperor's Dream, but the very presence of a Primarch is a harbinger of danger, and if he needs to be taken into custody, it cannot be in Ullanor.
"Terra Shadow Prison will be your destination, Eleven." Lorgar said coldly.
He never imagined that when he met his brother for the first time, he would have to restrain him in shackles, but if there was a person who needed to accomplish all this, he would never shirk his fate—— He firmly believes that destiny is also the arrangement of the Emperor.
Before he punched, Eleven raised his empty hands casually.
"Okay." He said, "It just so happens that I have always wanted to see the emperor."
"Then you should have chosen to surrender a hundred years ago."
"You are right. , Seventeen." Eleven responded to Luo Jia's whisper, looked closely at Luo Jia's cold eyes, and slowly put down his left hand, blocking Luo Jia's hand from grabbing his tie, "You have felt its power for the last time. , don't let it happen."
"What does it have to do with the Emperor?" Lorgar asked, his heart beating faster.
"You're too pious to believe it." Eleven avoided his gaze and looked up at the dozen or so fighter planes hovering in the sky, looking at the turrets of Hell's direct missiles.
"Daniel," Lorgar took a step back, "you will escort No. 11 back to Terra Shadow Prison, and I will go to the battlefield of Ullanor."
Daniel Surprised to receive this mission, "Yes, Aurelion."
Eleven curled his lower lips, "Then so be it, Seventeen."
Logar surveillance As Eleven boarded the transport plane, everything went smoothly.
When Daniel was about to follow, he stopped him.
"I will return to Terra," said the Truespeaker, "and you will go to Ullanor to deliver a message to the Lord of Mankind. Even if Eleven is suspected of betrayal and malfeasance, it will have no impact on his power. Cut. His behavior is suspicious, and only the original body can monitor the original body, not to mention he is a dirty witchcraft user."
Daniel breathed a sigh of relief and bowed to Lorgar respectfully: "I understand. Come on, Aurelion. If we encounter war on the way, we need-"
"Kill when necessary," Lorgar warned. "Don't listen to the nonsense of the instigators. Only fire and blood can cleanse the heresy. "Unclean."
"Yes," Daniel answered.
Lorgar boarded the second transport plane. When he stepped onto the gangway, the rain in Sievers gradually dissipated, and the weak star cast a ray of blue light.
Both the Three-Headed Serpent and the Nightmare Sun had returned to the Warp, and he could still feel the shadows of both - especially the Three-Headed Serpent, which was not far away. Maybe it's an illusion, maybe it's the truth brought about by his keen perception.
What is the answer to the question that Eleven refused to answer?
Lorgar thought, recalling the parallels he felt between the Emperor's power and the Nightmare Sun, and a thought came to his mind.
What if the Emperor and the Tyrant Planet have the same origin? Or, both of them——
He shook his head and decided to read again the sacred scriptures that had been with him when he was born to find the answers he needed. For a hundred years, whenever Luojia had doubts about his faith, he could always get prophetic answers from the scriptures.
——
“I like this design,” said Magnus, filling the sides of Perturabo’s broad hospital bed with Olympian reports, “this green park. I also want to put this kind of park in the old Tizica area of Prospero, they will like this place... Oh, good evening, Morse, you-you are back?"
"The Shadow Wardens will do their duty," Morse said, physically entering Perturabo's hospital room. The Iron Lord is still not fully awake, but it's only a matter of time before he recovers. "Are you talking about the Olympia report?"
+Magnus read the text to me,+Perturabo said patiently,+Although it is inefficient, it is better than shelving the matter. +
(End of this chapter)