Chapter 442 Trend
Time is inert here, Magnus thought, the thick fog of the Webway obscured his vision in this viscous ocean, making him feel like he was in an invisible bondage In the network, it is difficult to find the way and move.
The traces left by the silversmith were found by him from the gaps in the fog. He used his flowing psychic energy to track the mysterious psychic master who dared to stir up trouble in the webway.
The white bird whose trajectory weaves itself into velvet, spreads its wings and flies, cutting through the sticky mist that fills the crossroads of the Webway, leading the Crimson King to avoid the ghostly phantoms lingering on the crossroads - all of this... It is an afterimage created by the echoes of countless souls from the past to the future, looking for the crystal brilliance brought by the movement of the silversmith.
This is Uigebealach, an inert crossroad deep in the Webway. Even though the flow of time in the Webway is different from the real universe, the flow of time here is even more special: It slows down or even stops completely, or instead of moving forward on its regular course, it moves back and forth on a transverse axis.
Sacrificial souls can also live here forever, and even continue to strengthen forever as time goes by...
In normal times, this would be a precious research object, but Magnus has already regretted coming. here.
When the silversmith Elihos appeared in the depths of the Webway, he immediately said goodbye to Morse and Perturabo, returned to his true body on Terra, and then emerged from the bottom of the Corona Tower. The meditation room almost bounced, following the entrance behind the Golden Throne, going deep into the path that had taken him more than a hundred years of hard work, looking for the suspicious manifested person.
The auxiliary personnel of the Mechanicum paid attention to him, and set up a complete path and track to fly behind him. Countless overlapping and complex spells were all arranged and designed by him. The empire's secret transport ship landed at the port. Anchor, the time for each ship to travel between Terra and Necromunda is faster than the shortest subspace channel, and the safety is extremely high.
In the future, the entire Empire will rely on this irreplaceable and important waterway, and even the Emperor's legendary plans will depend on it.
This may be the masterpiece that Magnus is most proud of in his life, even more than Prospero.
For this reason, there must be no problems here.
Magnus stopped in the middle of the road, and the white bird flew back to his shoulder. The whereabouts of the silversmith were elusive, and Magnus couldn't help but start to calculate how long he had been stranded in Vigberach.
How long had he been away from Terra? This question gradually deepened and struck his soul fiercely. Maybe he shouldn't have left - maybe he should have done the duty he wasn't given but was born with.
Malcador went to Ullanor, and Waldo received the Emperor's secret order and headed towards the junction of the Ultramarine Star Realm and the Obscure Star Realm. He should return to unguarded Terra - even if there was nothing strange there, the omen of danger was raking its claws gently over his heart.
How long had he been away from Terra? Magnus couldn't get the answer. At the crossroads, even his soul could be turned into eternally frozen ice crystals along with time.
He raised his hand, and the white bird turned into a frozen short knife, and then turned into a transparent blade.
Magnus took off the monocle given to him by Perturabo, stabbed him with his backhand, and stabbed the tip of the knife into his left eye.
His eyeballs exploded, and the liquid dripped onto the ground, turning into red gold runes, shining with clearly visible light.
"Capture," Magnus whispered.
The rune instantly transformed into a winged eagle and pounced forward. Magnus tore off a section of his robe and tied it around his eyes, blood soaking it quickly.
He frowned, waiting for the spell rune to find its target. The silversmith Elijos seemed to be familiar with the curse. The flying eagle chased after the intruder, and after turning several twists and turns in the maze, it stabbed the silversmith's back with its claws.
"Convert." Magnus said through gritted teeth.
The fleeing silversmith was about to turn into crystal and leave an afterimage, when Magnus appeared behind him, grabbed the mysterious wizard's arm, and threw it to the ground of the Webway. The rune light oscillated violently, and when Magnus slammed him against the wall with all his strength for the second time, the entire road in the division seemed to be shaking violently.
“I know you,” the Crimson King’s voice was low, like the crimson tide lapping against the rocks on the beach, “Silversmith, Star Forger, Prospero’s Sage, Elijos Parry Dius. Now, tell me why you are here!"
The echoes violently expanded in all directions, and Elijos's faceless mask fell down, revealing a face with bleeding from the mouth. The primarch's blow destroyed several thick bones in his body, and his lungs were undoubtedly punctured. But far from death.
Magnus learned from Morse the identity of Paridius, the Eternal One. This was also the first time he recognized the existence of this unique group - the Emperor, Malcador and The Mors seemed to be another being, and Magnus subconsciously classified them as an integral part of the Imperial polity.
“Tell me!” he shouted, “what are you going to do to the webway!”
“Nothing,” Paridius replied, struggling to spit out a string of words. Bloody foam, "For the path of light, primarch, for-"
Magnus crushed his jaw, lifted up the silversmith, and quickly returned along the road. At any time he could continue interrogating the Silversmith to find out which one or more of the starry portals of the Webway he controlled.
But an increasingly ominous omen tormented Magnus, and the pain even outweighed the physical discomfort he felt when he removed his eyeball and sacrificed it to the curse.
Terra's condition verified his suspicion, and he confirmed that he had only been away from Terra for nine hours.
Magnus was nervous and told the Custodes to get out of the way when they looked at him suspiciously. He didn't want to know why, and he didn't have the time to worry about which Primarch had offended these golden-armored Watchers.
He sat down cross-legged, and several long poles used for drying parchment pinned the silversmith in place.
"Keep watch for me," Magnus said to the Custodes, closing his eyes and ascending to the higher state of spiritual vision.
Thanks to the psychic barrier set up by the Emperor, the warp of Terra is still generally in a stable state, but the deep crust has become a chaos of constantly turbulent elemental storms. A leaking breach appears in the surface of the solid veil, the wind of ether. Swirling in thick smoke and evil fire, dangerous creatures invaded from the colorful and changeable storm to the bottom of the shadow prison, causing the outside of Magnus's spirit body to burn with flames of hatred and anger.
Only he can solve the destruction that is happening here, or even he cannot guarantee that he will definitely be able to solve it. He can serve as a stitch to close the damaged psychic shield again. This requires starting from the edge of the hole, which will take a long time...
The dark light in the spiritual vision The edge suddenly surged up, carrying a strong smell of metal and burning oil, and began to burn along the glass-like outer layer of the shield.
Magnus's heartbeat almost stopped for a moment. If this is the power of the Tyrant Star mentioned in the Emperor's secret message, then he must be powerless against its coming - it can be used to resist the four elements of Chaos. The fifth god of God cannot be easily stopped by a Primarch, not to mention that he just consumed an eyeball in Vigberach.
No, he quickly denied himself and rushed to the target the next moment.
"What are you doing, Lorgar!" he said angrily, "What are you summoning?"
Logar Aurelion was overwhelmed with regret and guilt, "I brought the wrong person into Shadow Prison, I must pray to Him, tell my faults, and beg Him to no longer be angry at the folly of His sinful people..."
"Stop praying!" Magnus said anxiously, Observing the black light fire that was retreating for a few seconds after Lorgar stopped reciting the prayer, although he didn't know why, he could deduce a simple cause-and-effect relationship.
"Even if you can't do anything here, you can, uh, stop praying just yet." Magnus dissuaded, "Let me fix those shields before mentioning anything else."
"Why?" Lorgar said puzzledly, noticing that Magnus appeared as a spirit, and a hint of suspicion quietly appeared, "So you are in Terra. Didn't you notice the commotion in the Shadow Prison just now? Genus?”
"Because there's a guy causing trouble," Magnus kept saying, swallowing the word Webway. "You know him, the silversmith! Now, don't ask, don't pray, I'll go and take a look first. It depends on the situation..."
Magnus left in a hurry. Before long, the golden and red spiritual energy ignited in the depths of the palace. Lorgar suddenly saw the phantom of the spiritual energy: a huge Titan. , his whole body was crimson, golden light danced in his bleeding eyes, and his braided red hair ignited a fierce fire behind his back.
He grabbed the giant crystal door that opened inward with both hands and slowly pushed it outward. The deadly black light lingered eerily around his hands...
Lorgar Aurelion from Standing up from his knees, a series of confusions flashed through his mind.
The only memory he has of the Silversmith is that he saved his beloved Perturabo from the Black King. Now he has come all the way to Terra - what to do? Is the turmoil in Shadow Prison related to him? Where did Magnus chase the Silversmith to the point where he had to leave Terra?
No one could answer him. ——
Constantin Waldo stepped over the cold metal remains on the ground, some bullet casings rolled under his golden boots, and a large number of war machines were reduced to black scrap metal.
Even after a long time, the shadow of the war that once destroyed this place still exists here, along with all the broken rocks, the rusted shell and muzzle of the huge mecha, and the abandoned mining tools. The whole world fell silent in cold ashes.
He looked around, then headed in the direction the Emperor had pointed him to. A cave, this is where he was ordered to go, and he will stay here for the next few years until someone who needs to wait arrives. He never asked why the Emperor asked him to guard a planet that had been destroyed for countless years.
He thought that searching for an inconspicuous cave on the surface of the planet would take him days or even months, but within a week, Waldo lowered his head and stared at the wide cave entrance filled with bones, knowing that he had reached this fateful end. .
Here he identified the fragments of Knights and Titans. Everything was shattered prematurely. Humanity is always keen on destruction, and whether it can be rebuilt is unknown.
Valdor knew that the war that once took place here was led by the Emperor long before the Unification War.
He lit a fluorescent lamp and stepped into the entrance of the cave. The passage inside the cave was very long, and his footsteps echoed on the wall, which made him stop. The composition of these echoes does not completely match the physical environment of the real universe. In other words, there are more than just his footsteps here.
Waldo raised his head and felt everything unfamiliar around him, the decayed bones that were still damp in the semi-enclosed environment inside, the discolored plant debris and the hanging stalactites.
He seemed to be able to hear those distant whispers, the friction of travelers' robes and whispered complaints, and the imaginary phantoms that passed through him silently. Echoes of the past replayed memories of what had happened here, but he couldn't see clearly.
Except the Emperor.
Constantine Valdor always recognized the Emperor. He had been here before, in the old days when endless time had not yet begun. At that time, the Emperor was still as tall as an ordinary person. He should have had several companions, because more than one shadow of a soul walked through the passage.
It should be the dusk of the old night, and mankind has fallen into the last period of a long catastrophe. The Emperor came here to do two things: to explore the cave, and to destroy the entire world outside.
Valdo will not and has no time to explore the Emperor's past. He will complete his watch here until the unknown turning point comes.
But before that happens, maybe he has to deal with one of his closest threats.
Constantin Waldo turned around and faced the visitor who appeared behind him. The man showed a hint of surprise at his appearance, but that surprise was fleeting and soon turned into predictable disgust.
"He sent you to Moro?" the man asked. By human standards, she was a tall woman, her whole body wrapped in navy blue gauze, only a pair of light blue eyes exposed.
Her figure confirmed to Waldo that she was one of those vague traveler phantoms.
“What kind of creature are you?” the woman continued to ask.
Tall female, blue-eyed, psyker, eager to question the Emperor on topics related to him: this person was the one the Emperor had described to him.
Valdor felt that he could confirm that he would next complete a task, which was to convey the Emperor's will.
"I paraphrase the Emperor's words to you," Waldor stared at her and spoke, "What did you do to Eleven, Erda?"
This sentence is like It was a pair of flints that instantly brightened Erda's angry eyes.
The third incarnation split from Erda and swarmed towards the commander of the imperial army.
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He remembered that little game. At that time, he was still squatting on the porch of his home, waiting for those little creatures to emerge from the sun-baked sand and jump to his side. So he grabbed them, those stupid creatures called scorpions, and then pulled out their clawed but fragile joints piece by piece, letting them be dried into shriveled shells by the hot sun.
Occasionally he would be injured due to this dangerous entertainment. The scorpion venom of Colchis could make him foam at the mouth on his bed for two to four Colchis days, but he would always regain consciousness. , he will return to his dangerous game. For an ordinary Colchis child, this was the easiest way to prove that he was above danger.
He does not have silk and satin and jingling gold and silver jewelry. Even though he has such a deep desire for them, he lacks a chance to climb up and a good background. But he also struggled to get interested in going to church to study the scriptures, even though that seemed like the best way out for the common people of Colchis.
Soon, he felt lucky for this, if this was the favor of fate.
Lorgar Aurelion, the Golden One and the Raincaller, swept across Colchis with his crusading armies. Almost all the believers of the old church were burned to death along with the scriptures, and the rich in the past were hanged one after another, and their ill-gotten gains were attributed to the new church - just another excuse to make money.
As for him, he took the initiative to collect those people who were above him in the past, and handed them over to Aurelion one by one, in exchange for everything he wanted, such as assets, such as reputation, Even the name he had envied - it was a real pity that the owner of the name he wanted to kill disappeared before dying on the stakes of Aurelion.
He also worked hard to recite brand-new scriptures in order to gain more love and the rewards that came with it when communicating with Lorgar's subordinates. The more solemnly he recited those scriptures to emphasize that he had nothing to ask for, the more generously he was rewarded.
He sensed a rare opportunity in turbulent times and quickly seized it. Those scriptures almost only needed to be read once for him to be imprinted in his brain, and completing those catechisms was so easy for him, it was like having another voice prompting him in his head.
When an Aurelion priest asked him if he was interested in joining them, he did not refuse at all. He looked like he was crying with gratitude, and immediately knelt down to praise the god in the scripture. . And indeed, with divine help, he rose through the ranks until Aurelion himself saw him.
At that time, there were not yet two orders of the Word Bearers, and many different small factions were engaged in doctrinal debates with each other, and they were not convinced by each other. After the service, Lorgar would always randomly select a few company commanders to communicate with them about their views on the future core of the Word Bearers.
"Am I cruel to the heretics?" Lorgar asked. It seemed that the Primarch was not ignorant of the rumors around him. "Mercy should be in Him, but love should belong to others who are not in Him." "Who is it?"
Fu Ling was so excited that he knew that this was the biggest opportunity in his life: because suddenly he knew so clearly what the original body wanted to hear.
“I don’t think so, Primarch,” he said. “We will wait for the heretics to burst out from the shadows where they hide, seize them, seize those foolish creatures who ignore the true God, and then put them to death. Bare-fangs but fragile enough to cut off the profane limbs and let them burn under the sole scorching sun” like a scorpion.
Lorgar Aurelion smiled, knowing he had made the right bet.
It was the only word that the Primarch heard from any of his Captains that suited him, for all others had a true faith in the Emperor's benevolence.
"Well said, Erebus." Lorgar smiled and patted his head gently, "Well said."
But he still had one almost left. An enemy that can be said to be eternal: the other leader of the cult, Daniel, who has not been abandoned to this day.
They have always been hostile to each other, and Erebus always doubted whether the other knew something...
Erebus opened his eyes suddenly, and the roar of the green skin shook around him. Touch the earth. He fired calmly and asked the voice in his heart: Why do you let me look back at all this?
You know how to seize opportunities. The voice said, this will be your only chance.
Oh?
Erebus is coming back. the voice said. He sailed to Ullanor to deliver Lorgar Aurelion's words. What do you think he's going to say? Do you think you know who you are?
Who is he? Erebus asked eagerly.
Huh...you already have the answer.
(End of this chapter)