Chapter 449 Project chain.
Even so, its size is still astonishing, and the reduction of its shape makes the light inside it more dazzling. From gloomy scarlet, cold bright yellow to bruise-like deep purple, there seem to be several kinds. The intertwined colors are bound within the transparent skin, which is more eerie than aesthetic.
One of the snake heads was revealed in the ups and downs of its body directly in front of the oriel window at the front of the Cliff. As it approached, a ray of golden flame was stirred up like ripples, blowing this huge The tip of the head of the chaotic thing burned away, preventing it from actually touching the hull of the ship where Morse and Perturabo were.
Although it is not as clear as a psyker like Morse, the light projected by the three-headed snake from behind the curtain is enough for a Primarch with normal psychic talent to capture its contour.
Perturabo pushed away the wooden chair and stood up, staring closely at the approaching giant beast, staring straight into its brilliant brilliance that burned in his eyes: "Don't hide behind evil things, No. 11; since you are no longer able to take advantage of them to escape, Steel The Warriors have enough time to find you on this planet, and you will explain everything you have done."
No. 11 was unmoved, his voice sounded even lower than at first. Echoing the wail caused by the trauma of the three-headed snake itself.
"Have you become the Warmaster?" he asked in a hissing voice through the snake's huge mouth.
The entire three-headed snake was slightly pulled away from the planet Ishtar, and it was closer to the small torpedo boat, which was as small as gravel compared to the planet.
Morse glanced at Perturabo: "We will make sure we are safe." This meant that he handed over the power of dialogue to the current Imperial Warmaster.
"You are indeed closely related to the assassination of my brother, traitor," Perturabo scolded in a low voice. The unwarranted pain Horus experienced passed like smoke in front of his eyes, and he suppressed the anger rising in his throat. , "What exactly do you want to do? What witchcraft did you use to steal the blade from the Shadow Prison? Why did you assassinate Horus Luperkar!"
The three-headed snake quietly looped its tail ring From there, on a huge macro plane, the Shan Ya was enclosed within it, carefully preventing its damaged scales from being further burned by the golden fire.
"Number Sixteen is not really dead, is he?" it hissed, "Did your Emperor let him die? No, he cherished Number Sixteen..."
Its boredom with the conversation became immediately apparent, causing it to interrupt itself.
Perturabo went through the entire story in his mind, from the theft of the old enemy blade, to some kind of bewitchment or deception of the two leaders of the Word Bearers order, to his injury in Davin, all Unexpected dangers are closely related to the Illuminati's number eleven.
"He almost died, and he lost the honor and power that was rightfully his. You did the empire a disservice-"
"You can do better than him, Four, I can Foresight..."
"What about the loss of Terra Shadow Prison? What about the loss of the Word Bearers?"
"I feel sorry for them-"
" How can you make excuses for your evil deeds?”
"Because you are asking a question, No. 4." No. 11 said. The huge snake body began to move again. The huge snake head struggled to move half of its existence to the real universe, so that Perturabo could see the transparent embedded in it. Black snake eyes like glass marbles in the skin and brilliance. It looked down at him, and its words grew softer.
"You're not as angry as you show, Four, you're trying to get a crack at me, but you could have just listened to me. Now you're interrupting every sentence I say, so I I also have to ask a question - doesn’t he have anything to say to me, No. 4?”
“Not a word.”
No. 11 was speechless. Then, his voice sounded again, not much louder than the snake's breath.
"This is a shame - this is your Emperor, standing behind you all, holding the string above your heads, letting you dig your own graves. No one can stop him, Yes, you don't even know what he wants to do, but you don't have any more choices -" Snake's words were filled with cold mockery.
"It's your turn to explain, Number 11." Perturabo interrupted him expressionlessly.
Perhaps others were unaware of the Emperor's plan, but that was because of its danger. Even if Perturabo is left to make the decision, he will not reveal his plan to use the power of the Tyrant Star to anyone other than those who need it.
Morse made a small gesture to him, insignificant, but gave enough hints: keep talking, I need time.
"O Warmaster, I do not want his life, I only ensure that Horus Luperkar does not end up in your current position," said the three-headed serpent, the tip of its tail dipping back into the Warp. Inside, "He is loyal to your Emperor, completely loyal and unshakable - and No. 17, he is even crazier. Fortunately, he has no hope of being crowned."
"You are insulting the Emperor's At the same time, it also insults my loyalty.”
"Should I be sorry for this? You just didn't know his plan..."
"And Erda told you about it."
The three-headed snake writhed violently in shock Then, the snake's body hit the outer layer of Morse's golden light shield, a tearing and shattering sound was like a heavy rain, and crystal fragments were raised like snowflakes.
Perturabo shouted: "Only equal forces can confront each other. Who knows these laws!"
"You know more than I think," Three The coiling of the head serpent ceased in order to speak his words for the primarch, but the debris continued to fall into the depths of the universe.
"If - you already know everything that the nightmare sun means, and you still serve him...then what else can I do? What else can I do? But if this is the case for all of us... ”
He whispered sarcastically, and the three-headed snake's central head grinned, almost imitating a human smile.
“Elda said,” he said, his voice not just gasping but trembling, half of it coming from disbelieving surprise and the other half from self-deprecating indifference: “She said: If you knew the truth that he had concealed, you would feel betrayed even more deeply than she did."
Morse rarely spoke: "She uses herself to underestimate others -"
"She. Always make mistakes—" the three-headed snake said, and his voice overlapped with Morse's, which stopped the giant snake's movement.
"You know she will make mistakes, but you still commit sins for her." Perturabo asked suspiciously, looking at Morse again casually, and the craftsman nodded slightly.
"Just like you kill for the Emperor." No. 11 was not interested. "Assume the responsibilities given to me when I was born, and act as a good tool."
"But it does not include killing brothers." Perturabo said, beginning to doubt that Russ had a relationship with No. 11. When they first met, he remembered that it was Leman Russ who first reported the whereabouts of No. 11.
"I did hurt your brother. If you want to rebuke me, then you do it." "It's more than that."
"You have to judge the crime by the number of killings. The people I killed are not as small as the tiniest fraction of the Great Crusade - death and destruction are the foundation of its birth. The most merciful among you have deliberately raised it, not to mention Lorgar Aurelion is also among you..."
"What I want to ask is: whose blood did you use to raise a star-devouring chaos snake?"
The huge shield composed of golden characters disappeared in an instant, and then suddenly radiated chain-like cords, forming a huge net, tightly binding the crystal snake.
The three-headed snake kept struggling in the net, twisting its crystal clear body violently, trying to break free from the shackles. The curse snare prepared by Morse was tough and indestructible, constantly closing inward, and the crystal snake body broke with a horrifying sound.
The giant snake immediately began to shed its skin, shedding its old shell at an extremely fast speed, hoping to escape. However, the golden net did not relax, but tightened tighter and tighter. Morse's expression was grim, and his black robe The edges have been broken down into thin golden threads woven with text, leaping and expanding in the immaterial realm.
Soon, the crystal snake shed its skin for the second time. It tried to break the giant net or escape from the gap, but all its efforts were ineffective.
Perturabo noticed a sudden flash of surprise on Morse's face. The craftsman quickly replaced some runes and added more additional functions to them. The more he did this, the more The surprise became more obvious.
He stepped away from the window, leaving the space for casting the spell entirely to the craftsman himself.
The battle between the net and the snake was still unresolved, and Morse suddenly said: "Who changed your form?"
+This is me. +The three-headed snake suppressed the severe pain caused by being cut by the golden net, and its snake eyes occasionally appeared outside the window, looking directly at Perturabo indoors, +This is also you, all of you. For——ah——+
His scream was like a sharp knife cutting through the glass, and his voice became softer, lighter than the first gust of wind blowing across the spire of Terra's palace, only slightly louder than the soundless silence in the universe.
+In order to become the Tyrant Planet, my father allowed us to be born and made us forget our earliest essence. Now that I have seen it, except for the disguise that is better than nothing, there is no way out——+
Perturabo summarized all the information he had obtained in a single moment and immediately organized his words as if he had known it all before, leaving behind all his multiple surprises.
"The Emperor can certainly give you a new form, Eleven!"
+Then you have to find a way to stop me, Perturabo. +
No. 11's crystal shell shattered for the last time. He discarded more parts than ever before, and these hard shells finally blocked Morse's pursuit for a moment. A fragmented stream of light fell behind the curtain, abandoning the planet Ishtar where he originally lived in the vacuum.
Morse retracted all the spell threads and staggered a step.
“Damn Erda, No. 11 is simply not afraid of death.” He cursed and smoothly changed the words used to strengthen the tone.
Then Morse shook his head and regained his composure: "His injury is not serious. I hope that next time I see him, he can still breathe - how much subspace energy has he absorbed!"< br>
Perturabo stood there for a moment, telling himself that it was time for him to ask questions, that he was not afraid of the answers, and that he deserved them too. He knew that if he asked, Morse would answer, and he also knew that there was a certain hidden truth in the information revealed by No. 11, because behind the words, the craftsman was carefully studying his expression, trying to see His mood and opinions.
"That subspace creation is No. 11?" He said, his voice neither loud nor soft, just a normal tone. He heard his question echoing strangely in the limited space, sounding unnatural, "Is that - the Primarch?"
"This doesn't change anything," Morse shrugged deliberately Shrugging, "You know, it just makes your existence a little more legendary. You don't think you are a pure human being, right? You don't think so."
In Petu After Labo nodded, the craftsman continued: "It seems that Erda is liberated - I am inclined to make Eleven give up his normal appearance in some form. If Lorgar really saw a humanoid Primarch, it can only be The temporary skin he wore for himself was at least...the spiritual energy he stored in this more essential container form was even more exaggerated than Magnus."
Perturabo lowered his head and glanced at himself. palm of his hand and sighed: "You told me that the Emperor is my creator."
"Sometimes you should also take it literally," Morse said, "rather than automatically substitute Being a 'father' or something like that is a concept of social relationship."
Perturabo remained still for a few seconds, then sat back in his chair.
He should have been surprised by the news, but he could feel nothing but reason about it: his mind was seized by another suggestion, as if a set of ancient keys had opened He found a door that he had never thought of, and the rusty iron door was obviously there, but he subconsciously felt that their path must be behind another wider golden door.
"The goal of the Illuminati is to prevent the birth of the Tyrant Star, which is exactly the opposite of our goal." Perturabo said, remembering the unfinished words of Morse when he read the letter to him, "But if - some of us know that the Emperor is the Tyrant Planet..."
"Then the situation will become very complicated." Morse said, adding a deeper look to his face , waxy and cold, "Some people will push it too much, some will hesitate, and I believe there are also people who are determined to stop it."
He paused.
"The Emperor doesn't want to tell you, but he has indeed decided." There are also some people who prevent the birth of the Tyrant Star, not because they are timid about the future, but because they value me too much. I don't want them to stop me because of their emotions. Even if I don't blame them for it. Tell Perturabo that when I am gone, the Empire will be ruled by Malcador and Horus, and you and Perturabo will go to the dark side of the webway. 'This part is obviously not used. Come and read it to you in full, Perturabo."
"So, father will..." Perturabo felt his emotions, what is this? Surprised? Still reluctant to give up? Or fear, long-lost fear? Or is it a kind of confusion where the dust has settled? He thought of the Emperor, and then he continued: "...toward the end?"
"He is already on his way," Morse answered. "My suggestion is that we go to Ishtar and have a look, maybe we can find Erda. I decided to let her stop living just in our mouths."
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“Daniel said, I saw a vision in the night, and I saw the four winds of heaven rising up and blowing on the sea.”
Luojia recited today's scripture, repeating the reading and silent reciting for unknown rounds. His first Master was often remembered in his memory, so today it was the turn of the book from which he took his name.
The planet he is on at this time has a mild climate and a gentle breeze. The morning pasture is filled with the light fragrance of olives. It is exactly what the troubled Truth Bearer needs today - the Word Bearer The army arrived here by chance, and the locals immediately surrendered. He regarded it as a comfort bestowed upon him by His mercy.
He wandered with his eyes closed, letting his hearing and intuition guide his way.
“…and behold, one like a son of man came with the clouds of heaven, and was brought to the presence of the Ancient of Days…I heard a holy one speaking, who took away the continual burnt offering and How long will it take for the vision of committing the sin of destruction and trampling the sanctuary and the army to be fulfilled? "
He paused and heard another set of footsteps. His robes were rolled up, and several locals were running towards him with brisk steps, which was also a common thing. What did they bring today? Garland? Or an olive branch?
Lorgar opened his eyes.
(End of this chapter)