Chapter 447 Confusion
“Loving Father: I stand in front of you, my heart is full of confusion and fear.
“The leader of the cult that I trust most is a poisonous snake who talks lies. The estranged priest only proved his piety after committing a mortal sin. Once my beloved brother fell to the ground, I made another person I believed in as our leader, but I felt in my heart that he was not happy about it. What have I done wrong?
“The things in front of me seem to subvert everything I know, and I cannot discern the truth. Please give me wisdom and insight, so that I can see the truth and distinguish right from wrong.
“Father Ah, you have said, Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and the door will be opened to you. I humbly pray for your enlightenment. Please reveal your truth to me so that I will no longer be confused.
"Please enlighten me: Why did the Blade of the Nemesis come from Interrex in Perturabo to the distant Ullanor?
"Please tell me: I am in your holy Why did Magnus stop me in fear when I was praying?
“Please let me understand: How did No. 11 commit the crime of breaking through the shadow prison? Although I was the first to make the mistake, why didn’t anyone stop him?
“ Please let me understand: Why do members of the Illuminati want to rescue your children from the coming of the Tyrant Star? And is the darkest star deeply related to you? Is this your test, or our destiny?
“Please calm the fear in my heart and give me peace. For you have not given us a heart of fear, but of strength, love and self-control. May your love fill my heart. Heart, dispel my fear
"Father, you are the way, the truth, and the life. I rely on your guidance and ask for your help, let me find your light in this fog.
"May your spirit fill my heart—— If it were revealed to be the darkest spirit, I would be happy to do so.
“Please guide me and give me a peaceful heart.
“The above prayer is prayed in the name of the Lord, the Emperor of Mankind. "
Lorgar Aurelion opened his eyes, and the candlelight in front of him danced in his eyes.
He whispered: "I hope you are not interrupting my meditation for no reason, Layak."
"Warmaster Perturabo invites you to meet with him, Aurelion." Zadu· Layak answered beside him, "His messenger is waiting in the antechamber of the Law of Faith."
Aurelion nodded and placed his hand on the scripture holder placed on the altar. On the cover of the manuscript, he silently recited a few words, and then left with his new chief pastor.
In addition, the chief of the Mulistan Order has not yet been elected. The internal harmony of this branch is too harmonious, and almost all the high priests who followed Daniel on the Covenant at that time committed suicide. Please be demoted, so that for a while no one stepped forward to take on this important responsibility.
Luojia sighed quietly in his heart.
Perturabo knew clearly that although it was undoubtedly reasonable for him to take over the title of Warmaster, it was also unexpected.
The first candidate, Horus Luperkar, is still lying in the Emperor's flagship, with the door closed, his life or death uncertain. While most of them recognized his achievements and personality as a war commander, they were secretly worried about the true fate of the Wolf Shepherd God.
Mors lamented this in front of him, claiming that he should have pretended that he had not heard Horus Luperkar's instructions when he was unconscious before he was completely comatose, instead of rashly accepting a job that was not meant to be done. The extra work that's his due - his power won't increase by a few percentage points, but his troubles will increase exponentially.
For this reason, Perturabo spent several days talking to his brothers one by one. The content of their conversations was locked within the solid iron door of the Cheorwon, but those who walked out of the room The brothers always had their doubts cleared up and reaffirmed their missions in their hearts.
The Lord of Iron has already deeply understood from the past two hundred years of life that only through spiritual communication can all brothers be truly united.
He discusses the current situation and analyzes each brother's responsibilities, including how to strengthen the empire's defenses, how to keep the morale of the army high, who can respond quickly to potential threats, and how to develop accurate battle plans to ensure that no one is ignore.
Later, he talked with them about more personal needs and concerns, most of which revolved around their respective home planets and legions.
In addition, Perturabo was also concerned about their concerns about Horus' situation, and he promised to find out the truth as soon as possible. He knew this was his own need as well.
The loss and reappearance of the old enemy blade deeply troubled him and Mors. Horus should not have been assassinated on the eve of obtaining the greatest honor in his life.
When the Wolf God held Perturabo's hand and gasped and entrusted him with the responsibility of Warmaster; when Lorgar Aurelion painfully asked him why he wanted to protect Interrex At the time, Perturabo could hardly say how much emotional guilt he felt.
Little Magnus delivered the sad news in his study that he had been lured away by the Silversmith, otherwise he would never have allowed a Primarch to run amok on Terra. Before the Emperor returned to Terra, he now dared not go anywhere but had to make a bunk in front of the Golden Throne every day.
Perturabo has been waiting for Lorgar to accept his invitation. Except for Konrad Curze, who seems to have additional knowledge of the Holy Grail expansion, only Lorgar Aurelion knows best about the ten evil consequences. Number 1, after all, they have met several times.
Amidst all this storm, the information about Alpharius and Omegon brought by Leon seemed less eye-catching. The twins had always behaved elusively and were accustomed to provoking disputes. The Macragge Incident more than a hundred years ago proved this. Perhaps all they needed was Malcador's rebuke and discipline.
"But we need to know that the Primarch most familiar with the Palace of Terra is not Rogal Dorn, not Magnus, and not you."
Morse said, his expression grimmer than when Leon El'Jonson was doubtful. Imperial craftsmen visited the unconscious Horus Luperkar not long ago, and together with the Emperor destroyed the lost enemy blade. At that time, the Emperor's expression was as solemn and unchanged as the king on the card, while Morse's expression was angry.
"You all only know the part of the palace that you are responsible for, but Alpharius and Omega, they have penetrated into every corner of the palace, and they have appeared in several blood games. Although there is no reason for my suspicion, But yes, I think they have some suspicions."
"I will consider your words," Perturabo promised, letting the Cheorwon's office door slide open in front of him. Morse dissolved into the air at the first crack in the door.
"I'm sorry for my omission in guarding the old enemy Blade——"
"I should not have brought Eleven back to Terra——"
Two The Primarch spoke almost at the same time, and they were each stunned for a moment, before Lorgar gave him a brief salute and sat down in front of his iron desk. The man with the truth words hesitated for a few seconds and then raised his eyes.
"What's that empty cage hanging up there, my dear Warmaster?" he said, seeming to regret his poor choice of opening words.
“A civilization I conquered once gave me a parrot as a gift,” said Perturabo, “but I don’t need the noise it brings in my office.”
“ Interex?" Lorgar asked intuitively. Peturabot paused, "Yes."
Logar was silent for a longer time, and then spoke: "Their weapons brought disaster, which was a disaster of punishment. Omen, we cannot ignore the silent counsel He brings to us in the course of life. If you have no time to deal with this omen, the Word Bearer is willing to carry out His will, Warmaster."
Perturabo folded his hands on the table.
After Coronation Day, and even before that, when he refused Lorgar's request to exterminate that civilization, he felt Lorgar's spirit drifting away from him.
Even though Aurelion took the initiative to recommend him on coronation day, Perturabo knew that the hesitation of guilt and confusion was always plaguing the sensitive truth-speaker. Perhaps it was also time for him to realize that his faith could not solve all practical problems.
Perturabo leaned forward and gently covered Lorgar's palm with one hand. The Truespeaker trembled because the whip marks on his arms hidden in the sleeves of his robes had not yet healed.
“Not everything is His will as you say, Aurelion,” he said. “The Emperor would never wish this unreasonable disaster on Horus. God or not, he Not omniscient, not omnipotent..."
"No, Perturabo," Lorgar said with some excitement, pulling away his hand, "He will not interfere in every detail. He knows every choice we make and allows us so that our faith and love can be fulfilled." are truly chosen. 'My thoughts are not your thoughts, nor are your ways my ways. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts higher than your thoughts. ', we cannot use our limitations to question Him-"
Perturabo also retracted his hand, "I take back my words, Aurelion, no matter what, what I want to discuss with you today, It's a question about No. 11. You are the only one of us who has actually seen him, and I want to know more details."
"I will describe everything I know," Lorgar nodded and closed. Eyes calming down, "I'm sorry."
——
"Also, John Grammaticus disappeared."
Perturabo rubbed the area near his temples. The continuous work in recent days had made him regain the long-lost fatigue, not to mention that the scene of Horus holding his palm always reappeared in front of him - that rich and handsome face. His face became dry and haggard in just a few days, and his life continued to drip from the wounds. Witnessing the death of a demigod would be a heavy blow to anyone.
Morse stepped out of the air, "Erda is a psychic master, and No. 11 obviously inherited her magic."
He paused for a second: "Did I say that Erda personally took Eleven away on the day you were separated from the Emperor's laboratories?"
"You do now," said Perturabo.
"As if the Emperor had only told me this half a minute ago, I wish he hadn't just remembered it - even if it doesn't seem to be of much use to us. Apparently Eleven is still lurking in the vastness Somewhere in the universe.”
Morse found an empty wall and leaned against it.
"But to this day I am very curious as to why Erda suddenly parted ways with our Emperor. You know she drew the webway map."
"Some kind of bewitchment?" Pei Turab guessed. "Deception from the darkness?"
"I would rather believe that she suddenly went insane and has been insane for thousands of years." Morse said sarcastically.
"So now, we know that Eleven controls the power of some kind of serpentine warp creation that can compete with the unformed Tyrant Star and push it back into the warp when it is ready to move. Deep. Judging from the results, if this is Erda's research, she has indeed created an outstanding item - it would be better if she did not borrow the power that clearly belongs to chaos."
"But we need to bring the Tyrant Planet to life," Perturabo said, still slightly dazed by the retelling of the Emperor's plan, "to bring to the galaxy a being who can compete with the four ancient gods on the same stage."
“Coming to the Webway and to the Golden Throne means that we need to hunt down the multi-headed snake and capture the leaders of the Illuminati to avoid their interference. But everything must be based on one premise, which is to capture them from this damn huge galaxy... I heard some voices."
Morse once again confirmed that the insulation text he set was in good condition. .
Perturabo put away his expression and said, "Come in." He said in a deep voice.
The iron door opened, revealing a tall and thin figure, wrapped in a leather patchwork robe that preserved the contours of his face during life.
Conrad Curze emerged from the shadows and bowed slightly to Perturabo.
"Congratulations on becoming Warmaster, Perturabo," he said softly, his dark eyes carefully looking at the new Commander-in-Chief of the Great Expedition, observing his updated clothes and the convenience of neural interface link. And the golden laurel crown that was thrown on the stage, as well as Perturabo's expression.
"How did you get in here, Conrad?" Perturabo asked bluntly.
“Your security system is difficult to break through, oh, in fact, it is completely impregnable, just like any of your cities, standing forever, always in the future snare of change... So I am not here , my dearest brother, this is my shadow..."
Perturabo's expression softened slightly.
At the same time, he decided to recheck his entire cogitator system immediately after the conversation, or retroubleshoot all anti-psionic devices. Damn bats.
"Are you here to congratulate me, Conrad?" he asked.
"Of course - that's not the case, my brother," Konrad Curze's mouth twitched slightly, looking more gloomy than usual.
“Actually, my subordinates have recently rehearsed a dance drama, and they are inviting you to come and watch it. A unique dance drama brought to you by Zephyr Hongyu’s decades of exploration experience. He calls it 'The Tracer's Elegy'... Perturabo, I believe this will help with your current confusion."
(End of Chapter)