Chapter 457: Under Constraint
The strong wind poured into the long dripping tunnel from outside the cave. When it touched the stirring golden light and the faint blue shadow, there was only a weak sigh left.
The water splashed everywhere under a trample, and the curved tip of the golden blade picked up a half-moon arc from the water, and stabbed the silhouette of a woman not far away with sparkling water as a counterattack. What was most noticeable was the shock caused by the woman's bare feet stepping heavily on the rocky floor of the cave. The waves spread deep into the earth, and gravel hit from all directions, causing heavy vibrations on the golden armor.
Ignoring the pain in his chest, Constantine Waldo raised the handle of the Sun Spear and swept it towards Erda's waist. The seemingly light blow was enough to break rocks and even gold and iron, but was struck by the woman. Blocking it with her bare hands with extraordinary strength, a terrifying wrath erupted from her dark skin, and was repelled by the ripples of power aroused by Constantine's spear swing.
A psychic cannonball was suddenly shot out, and the two of them were thrown backwards at the same time. Constantine's heels cut into the earth and stone, and dust rose up from under his feet like an avalanche, while Erda stepped heavily on the stone wall. On the face, a ball of hot blood sprayed out from her mouth, and the sunken sternum was quickly repaired under her unique spiritual power.
"Why on earth did you sacrifice your life for him?" Erda grinned, the scarf she used as a psychic hood had long been broken into several pieces, revealing her burning eyes, "Why on earth did you all have to die for an evil god? "
Waldo thrust out a spear, and the spear penetrated the stone wall where Erda was just now. His strength flowed abundantly in every corner of his body. Erda missed him at the last moment, Their faces were close for a moment, their savage breaths like mist vying for territory.
The commander of the forbidden army elbowed Erda with his backhand, and Erda's arm bones cracked and cracked. Waldo took advantage of the situation and pulled out the spear. The end of the spear blade cut off Erda's fingernails in the whirling motion, and the broken armor shattered on the floor of the cave. Blood splattered.
"It is not my place to consider," Waldor replied, surprised at the intensity of his tone, as if he were offended by Erda's affront to the Emperor.
"Then what should you consider, Commander? You are his right-hand man, where are your thoughts? Is he going to become an evil god, and you will follow him life and death?"
Erda roared, the additional psychic limbs protruded from her back, and fire burst out from her palms, blasting out blue bone fragments of the open skull and hitting the spine of the commander of the imperial army.
The timing of this strike was impeccable, and Erda's swollen rage allowed her to gather all her extraordinary strength into her battle. The ribs of the Imperial Guard commander cracked, and countless broken pieces rolled out from the broken thigh armor.
Waldo remained silent as the blazing sun spear pierced Erda's left shoulder against the blue fire and threw her to the ground. The huge force instantly destroyed half of her body. The oscillating fluctuations continued to spread in the small cave, and the gravel fell one after another, hitting Waldo's head. Erda coughed violently under his spear, and fragments of his lungs spurted out pieces of blood.
“You didn’t answer me,” the pain and pity on her face intertwined, “you poor dog.”
Waldo suddenly slashed the spear downwards, passing through It passed through Erda's abdominal cavity and severed part of the spine. The blue light reflected on the blade of the Sun Spear.
"He gave me instructions," Waldo said.
Elda convulsed: "Oh? He asked you to continue to be loyal, just like he said to me? Oh, Saturn -"
For a moment Valdo The tip of the spear stopped swinging, and then the commander of the imperial army pulled out the spear with force, and turned around with his backhand using the lower side of the spear blade to block Erda's surprise attack.
A pair of flaming palms had already penetrated the belly armor, Erda's angry face smiled sarcastically, and the body originally on the ground was only an empty crystal shell, which was shattered with a crash. .
"With die-hard loyalty, what do you have left, Commander?" Erda asked hoarsely.
Waldo grabbed one of Erda's arms and raised the spear suddenly, slicing through Erda's upper arm on the other side.
Blood spurted out. In this brief moment, the Sun Spear presented a piece of truth to the commander of the Forbidden Army, a memory that once existed. It poured in so fast that Constantine Waldo couldn't resist.
He felt the most incomprehensible moment for Erda, and the content of the picture caused a pause in the commander of the Forbidden Army.
The words he heard caused his spear to understand for a moment the truth behind the instructions the Emperor had given him, and he - all of them, all of them had never been in the world fifteen thousand years ago. All the information that the people of Moloch, all those who came after, and those who came after, had ever received were overturned.
A brand new grand plan, which may have been abandoned or may still be in progress, burns like a fire along the eternal time lead. It is enough to ignite the galaxy and burn hundreds of generations.
And it reinterpreted everything and shattered into pieces against the immovable body of Constantin Waldo.
No matter how much he hoped that the emperor was really considering the plan Erda said, how much he hoped that the one who would board the golden cage of eternal vigilance, as Erda saw in his memory, was not his master...
But this was not the latest and highest order given to him by the Emperor.
A burst of fire burned through the trembling heart of the commander of the Imperial Army, and was extinguished in an instant.
In Erda's memory, the emperor stood there, looking at Erda and into Constantine's eyes, which were filled with a kind of coldness born of the sublime, and a joyful persistence full of hope, He said...
Erda slipped from the tip of his spear, clutching the spear that pierced her arm, the bones of her hand shattering with a crunch, and freed herself from her bonds. She was about to speak, spitting out more questions from her foaming mouth, but she was suddenly interrupted by Waldor's next spear swing.
This is the answer of the commander of the Imperial Army.
"There is one assassin left." Constantine said, "The last assassin."
The storm surged around the two of them again, Constantine Var Swing the spear more often.
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"They must have captured more than a thousand," Leman Russ said, leaning on the chair in front of Perturabo, his stormy eyes looking directly at Perturabo. There was neither joy nor pride in his words, nor was there any His common wildness - that was deliberately restrained by him.
“The Illuminati is like the kind of rats you often say, burrowing everywhere in the Holy Grail Expansion. Fortunately, they seem to have lost their leader now, and their work is in chaos, and their traces will inevitably be exposed.”
Many Imperial people have polarized perceptions of the Space Wolves. Those who are not familiar with them believe that they are outright barbarians, one step away from the tribes that drink hair and drink blood. Imperial scholars who think they understand the Space Wolves secretly say that They pretend to be savage.
No, in the final analysis, the object of their misunderstanding is the wolf itself - ignoring the wildness and cunning, cruelty and unity of the wolf pack itself. The Space Wolves legion is just as its name suggests.
“The Holy Grail Expansion is bleeding,” Perturabo said, summarizing what he had gleaned from recent news reports. "The number of appearances of the Tyrant Planet in the past month has gradually approached the sum of all reports from the past fifty years. In the process of hunting down the Illuminati, have you found any more clues?"
Leman Russ leaned forward, raised his lips, and exposed a fang, "We met once directly, Perturabo. At first we thought it was a solar eclipse, until all the mortals around us fell into self-destruction. Crazy, as if they were so hungry that they were going to cut off their own flesh and eat it. That finally convinced all of us that the Nightmare Sun was not an expansion of the rumors."
Then he shrugged and relaxed. The atmosphere around the Lord's body solidified, "Don't be too serious, Perturabo," he said softly, his platinum hair reflecting the cold light in the room, "Even if more and more people begin to ask where the Emperor is, we still can't. Knowing that Lorgar's ability to go online is extraordinary - do you know where the whole father is, Warmaster?"
Perturabo was silent, the light and shadow filtered through the empty birdcage hanging on the ceiling? , projecting the grid pattern of the iron cage onto his face.
"I promise to keep it secret, Russ, and after his plan succeeds, I will make all our dealings public."
"How long?" Russ asked, sitting back. He said back, "It's not good for your reputation, not to mention that you let the Memoir tell the whole Nicaea truthfully. You know, Perturabo, words can't express the feeling when the Emperor's radiance comes. Endless greatness and realism. Lorgar did ask a tricky question, Warmaster."
"Not for long."
"Before or after Horus wakes up?" "Probably before."
"What do you think Horus How would Si feel? ”
“Everything is turned upside down”
Ruth tugged on the fur on his body, and even seemed a little dazed for a moment, losing his sharp shrewdness. Then, he smiled bitterly: "I understand, it seems that the whole father has made an unpleasant decision. I will also keep it a secret, Perturabo."
Then, a flash of light floated on his face. There was a trace of hesitation, and before his hidden question came out, Perturabo asked the question first.
"You said you met Eleven once," said Perturabo. "How well do you know him?"
"Hardly." said Russ, " We met on a dead world, which I was certain was not his homeworld. He told me directly that he refused to join the Human Empire. After the report, the Emperor ordered that there be no further pursuit."
He explored the Earth. He raised his eyes, "So you met him."
Perturabo took out a crystal box and expressed his acquiescence with his actions.
"Can you identify this object?" he asked directly. "It is closely related to No. 11 and will inevitably affect the Emperor's plans."
"I I'm sorry," the Wolf King murmured, staring at the small box that Perturabo took out, his eyes moving from the table to Perturabo's face, "It seems that this is a puzzle specially left for you by No. 11. Perturabo. You are more connected to him than we thought."
"Something has to be done to solve the problem," said Perturabo. "Thank you for coming."
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Leman Russ smiled nonchalantly, stood up from the chair that was too square and elegant, and continued to stare at Perturabo. His huge body naturally left a certain area of shadow indoors.
"I also have a suggestion, my brother," he said. "If you must secretly lock Lorgar Aurelion among the Iron Warriors, you'd better give a proper reason, such as claiming that you Can't stand his slaughter, all that."
He lowered his voice, making his next words sound like an unintelligible hum, "You know, even though most sensible people in the empire are willing. Trust is placed in a warmaster chosen by the emperor, but Aurelion’s Holy Book has its followers among the Memoirs, not to mention such a large base among the people of the empire.”
“I know theirs? Evaluation, this is why we must modify the Imperial Truth," Perturabo said, also standing up and making eye contact with Russ, "This is why any of my explanations will not be effective among the existing fanatics, Li. Man. Keep hunting the Illuminati, only the Space Wolves can fulfill this duty."
Ruth smiled, "I'm glad you can hear the stones you throw hitting the water. 's response, Warmaster. I'll knock more wood for you."
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"It is said that the Cheorwon is empty again," Elias said, looking sideways at Narek, "Aren't you curious where the Primarch Perturabo went?"
"It has nothing to do with us, not to mention that we have just seen his image, Elias." Narek said, "Rather than listening to the rumors that the Iron Lord is not on the Iron Plains, you should continue to find Erebus who you serve. . He is the one who is truly nowhere to be found."
"Aurelion said it himself," Elias retorted unhappily, annoyed that Narek had exposed his hint, "I think. No one would rather disbelieve his primarch than believe in a hegemon who imprisoned a legion."
"The primarch Perturabo is right on this point, not to mention that he has not done anything to us. Do anything else." Narek retorted expressionlessly, grabbing the cross hanging on his chest, "He just asked us to follow the Iron Warriors - and Aurelion's last decision was blocked. Destroy the Iron Holy City WB-004 we once conquered. "Mulistan." Elias spat out the term sarcastically, "a weak sect whose chief priest was executed." The speaker falls to the Order of the Iron Warriors. It is our disgrace that you are the half of Harhabat."
"You're totally wrong if you expect me to fight back the same way you attacked me," Narek took a deep breath. The air here made him feel sick, even though the smell here consisted mainly of incense and secondarily. The smell of burning charcoal is hidden beneath the aroma.
Logar Aurelion, the One with the Truth, now the Bound, has been sealing himself within the Wandering Sept behind them for several days.
During this long period of time, the faint incense has never stopped. Only a few times, Aurelion will be in the mood to usher his warriors, the gatekeepers who happen to meet the right time, into the locked loneliness. Inside the house, talk to them about the outside world.
Mulistan's warriors were granted this title several times, until Lorgar was certain that none of them supported his view of destruction.
“I’m glad,” he said softly, glancing at Elias, “I’m glad Lord Perturabo stopped Aurelion’s slaughter, and I’m glad he was temporarily unkillable. man, reflect in the sept, Elias. This comes from Muristan's love for him, not your fanaticism for him."
Even if his voice reaches the church door, he doesn't care that much. Since Daniel took the initiative to seek death, some people in Muristan moved to the other half of the order, placing their flexible destination on the side with greater potential. This made Narek more worried than angry.
Sometimes he would reflect on whether Daniel's death and so-called betrayal were related to his warning to the leader of his cult that Erebus had a deep personal grudge against him.
Later, his regret turned into that he should have gone to Daniel to emphasize the matter after the daily morning and evening classes, until their overly kind leader saw the facts clearly. until.
"You'd better watch your words -"
"Yes, my presence has shamed you, Elias." Narek nodded. "The Emperor bless me."
"Damn it," Elias growled hoarsely, "You..."
"Walderek Elias, come in." came from inside the locked black door. A soft and soft voice.
Elias twisted half of his lips, wiped his mouth deliberately with his hand, then pushed the door open and respectfully disappeared through the crack of the door that gradually closed.
Narek lowered his head and continued to think about what he had been pondering for a long time. Every time he thought about this matter, he felt a little unsteady in his heart that should not appear in a Space Marine.
A minute later, Elias came out again and glanced at him sideways.
"What's wrong?" Narek asked bluntly.
“The Holy Grail is bleeding,” said Elias, smiling visibly. “Lord Aurelion heard it, and even I heard it—the sound of blood dripping. The blood was dripping from the cup. It overflowed, and now it is filled to the brim of the cup.
“Perturabo should have been the architect of the true God, because God needs architects, and they naturally know how to build houses and erect monuments for God. But he abandoned his duty, so Lord Aurelion will take over this mission and rebuild God's home (La Maison Dieu) with real bricks. Prepare for glory, Muristan..."
"Construction? Where did our original body come from? "Narek said sarcastically, closing his eyes and refusing to listen to any unnecessary sounds, including the uneasiness in his own heart.
(End of Chapter)