Chapter 460 Dialogue with God
Is it time to do this? Lorgar Aurelion asked himself again.
Darkness spread before him, like needles around the closed, hollow wooden door, which was plated with black iron and coated with the refined animal fats brought from the Word Bearers' land of believers. Go deep and penetrate into the low gasps coming from inside the punishment chamber. Broken light flickers through the hollowed-out acacia wood, originating from the strong iron cables swinging within it.
He looked back at the Wandering Temple outside. The dim yellow sparks danced like raindrops in the incense burner, and the temperature was stingingly cold.
Since Perturabo revealed his true identity at the Council of Nicaea, Lorgar Aurelion used his own city to probe the Iron Lord's attitude. Perturabo's hypocrisy disappoints him. The eldest son of the empire has long been poisoned, perhaps by darkness, perhaps by time.
He gently pushed open the wooden door, and silence rushed toward him. All the trivial sounds seemed indistinct, like thick fog.
Are those the wails and prayers of the soul? Lorgar thought, lowering his eyes and listening to the cries in the wind, his throat shaking silently, chanting all the prayers he knew to comfort and encourage the lives that died for the Dark Star.
Warmaster Perturabo, he has millions of guns and can command millions of Astartes, and each Astartes is equivalent to a hundred Imperial soldiers.
However, he could not silence the voice of faith. He cannot kill the echoes of faith that ring like bells on tens of thousands of planets throughout the empire.
What a vain humble effort, what a useless self-righteousness!
He can imprison the warmaster who deceives the world and steals his reputation, the traitor who seizes power, bans the Book of Holy Words, and tamper with the truth of the empire. He could issue ten thousand edicts to tempt humanity not to believe in the Emperor - it would be too late, it would be too late.
The Galaxy has received the Word.
During the Great Crusade, the Word Bearers ensured that every planet submitted to the Seventeenth Legion would be dedicated to him, to the Master of Mankind who suffered for the world on Holy Terra. There is no heresy wherever he goes - so loyal that he cannot be shaken, and he is so fanatical that he will never regret it even to the death.
So now, they die for their faith.
No advice, no persuasion, just a statement that Lorgar Aurelion is about to be convicted of indiscriminate killing is enough to convince countless people on tens of thousands of habitable planets to act out of righteous indignation. Act with belief. They whipped themselves with plain white branches until all their painful blood was squeezed out and flowed into the eternal soul of the Lord of Mankind.
Lorgar smiled silently, his two hearts beating, allowing him to listen to the sound of his blood flowing in his ears.
He heard that in the Pacific Star Territory, near Colchis, which was immigrated by Perturabo, a planetary governor asked one-sixteenth of the people to come out of their thatched huts in the star. They died on the earth on the day of the eclipse and used their blood to water the sandy plains given to them by the only Lord. In the end, one in eight died.
Lorgar Aurelion stood still in the darkness until the Primarch's eyes led him to the Serpents of Eden.
Erebus's face was blurred. Lorgar peeled off his face not long ago. He admitted that it was out of anger.
The blood flowed on the ground until it dried up. The seat of the chair and the mercy seat facing Erebus were both soaked in scarlet and brown residue, as if growing from the depths of the wood grain. Some bones were shattered under the execution frame and piled up like ashes. Not all of them belonged to Erebus.
"Are you in pain?" Lorgar asked, facing Erebus in the darkness, "Is your pain enough?"
Erebus made no sound. Lorgar knew that he was not dead yet. An Astartes would not die easily. Their bodies were supposed to be temples used to carry the Emperor's anger and will, so they were forged to be particularly tough, able to bear the pain and despair. Much larger than ordinary people.
So Lorgar Aurelion used extraordinary patience to torture every inch of his flesh and blood structure, and ensured that there was a gap between the time he entered this darkness, in order to allow a gap between the two periods of pain. So as not to destroy the load-bearing foundation of the temple at one time through excessive and exhausting efforts.
The One with the Truth hopes that what he has done in the past month has touched the limit of this poisonous snake, so that everything the evil snake has stolen from the Emperor's glory can be given back in the form of pain. To the Lord of Mankind in Holy Terra.
He sighed, "I once favored you, Erebus. I once thought you were a perfect devotee, able to give everything we have to our faith. But you deceived It taught us a lesson.”
"Not everyone is willing to put the Emperor in the highest position," he continued, heating the amber water on the candle fire, the flames eagerly licking the corners of the cup, leaving a faint afterimage in their tracks. , like the blinking eyelashes of a giant beast. "Not everyone is as pious as they say."
The water was boiled, and Lorgar poured it on the head of Erebus, letting the consecrated holy water adhere to the mass. The skinless, twisted monster flows hotly until it condenses into wax. The traitor has been reduced to a vessel of pain and nothing else.
"I offer you the pain of a traitor, father." said Lorgar. "Is this the last sacrifice? I have been preparing for it for a long time. I have heard your grace behind the curtain, Father."
He held a knife and cut open the remaining part of Erebas's torso, imagining the world tree carved on the temple, carefully carving on the raw materials under his hands, and removing the scar tissue errors. The destruction of the image caused by bridging.
A distant scream came from the darkness, parted the layers of blocking curtains, and struck Lorgar's eardrums. He prayed silently, hoping that pain would bring one closer to the Emperor.
"Some people," he continued, "have conditions for their piety. You must first give them infinite love and let the superficial interests outweigh their ungodly interests. Only then will they be willing to pretend to kowtow to you and say two things. Say good things about you.
"But behind your back, they will curse your throne, ridicule your army, and regard you as a non-existent symbol and an artificial image. The trend is profit-seeking and unreasonable. ”
A piece of flesh and blood fell out of the material under his hand, as if the limited skin and blood vessels were no longer enough to cover all the muscles that had been strengthened by the muscle-strengthening organ. Pain climbed along the gap and seeped into this The deeper interior of the block material
“And your mercy in this world is not even willing to give them the punishment of sin, and is unwilling to drop the punishment on their heads out of thin air. You continue to provide for them because you are the only source of great goodness, but they are self-righteous and think this is your weakness.
“They cannot respond to your love with love, nor do they know how to use pain to get close to your pain. In them, noble morality disappears, and vulgar and narrow self-interest is reflected. They are just like a dog and a dog, and they are complacent. .”
Lorgar Aurelion temporarily stopped what he was doing and stood still, waiting for the raging tears to drain away.
Humanity needs the Emperor.
In this vast infinite universe, in this darkness surrounded by enemies, human beings need protectors.
This is not a lie, nor is it an excuse made by the ignorant people of Ancient Terra when they worship the gods in their hearts: the enemy of darkness does exist.
The violent and bloody eyes are staring at you, the changeable deceivers are laughing evilly, the rotten breath is flowing blasphemously, the ugly buds of depravity and blasphemy are blooming... He has known this person since his days in Colchis. everything.
Human beings cannot protect themselves with their own hands, whether they are short-lived heroes or united warriors. not enough. Neither is enough.
This is a cold fact in the universe.
Only reciprocal power can protect mankind - how lucky they happen to have such a human god, and He truly loves mankind.
The Emperor leads humanity forward, ever vigilant, never stopping, holding the entire race in his icy embrace, keeping out darkness and evil.
In this turbulent era, in the golden light after the old night - mankind re-establishes the empire and unites as one.
This is His kingdom on earth.
“But they don’t believe you,” Lorgar murmured, unable to control his tears. “Half of the Empire, or one-third of us, would rather believe in someone who tampered with the truth of the Scriptures. Liars. They are not your children at all. Father, they doubt you, but they waste your kindness and flesh."
The wooden frame carrying Erebus suddenly collapsed and fell out. An unclean shard. The wailing sound became louder and louder, whipping his back and biting sharply at his spirit.
How many of his Word Bearers are pious enough? He had hinted to them, hinted at the approaching revelation, hinted at the judgment to come, hinted at how they might contribute to their only Lord.
If Warmaster Perturabo thought that locking them in steel would kill their faith, he was sadly mistaken.
How will steel kill words? How will guns kill devotion?
Logar thought, kneeling on the ground, nailing the sharp knife into Erebus's chest, cutting out his second heart, and placing it respectfully on one side.
“The second heart,” Lorgar Aurelion said softly, “you gave us a second life. I took it out of the evil snake’s body and dedicated the pain conceived within it back to you. ”
The sound of the wind consisting of wailing in the ears became louder, darkness surged, and the ship seemed to be shaking a little, as if it was tossing in a storm.
The bone-strengthening organ was replaced by a section of spine, and Lorgar placed it on the right side of the heart, followed by the muscle-strengthening organ, the blood remodeling organ, and the Lariman organ.
"You gave us newly created blood, monitored our muscles and bones, healed wounds, and ended diseases. I took it out of the traitor's body and gave its inner end to you." An out-of-control light lit up behind him , the world suddenly flashed into a black and white silent film, and was instantly broken by the howling of the soul, with black and red alternating turbulently in the howling.
Just after the Temple of the Wanderer, deep into the eternally silent Hall of Hindsight inside the Rhythm of Faith, a roar rises suddenly as a serif to Lorgar Aurelion's prayer. .
Lorgar smiled at the devotion and permission of the loyalists, wishing them an early entrance into the glory of the Emperor.
He concentrated and continued his work.
"The ganglia," Lorgar whispered, "keep us ever alert, half asleep, half monitoring your world. And you never have a day off. Never, father, and I respect your choices."
Is Erebus still alive? Lorgar had stopped probing and confirming this.
The surrounding darkness kept swirling, and the pious screams were quietly mixed with the screams of the devil.
He put down the knife and lit an ordinary candle. The grease slid down against the butter wax, quietly illuminating a small piece of flickering light. The chains on the sacrifice trembled like twisted snakes in the light, as if they were afraid of something. The dim light of the candle gradually dispersed the screams, and the candlelight opened a small circle of full silence.
The preset stomach was dissected out and left empty inside. This organ allows the Space Marine to consume anything remotely nutritious in order to make the greatest contribution to humanity with minimal consumption. It was also a manifestation of the Emperor's love for humanity.
Gene detects nerves, multiple lungs... Luojia continued to chant the carol in his mouth, changed positions, and placed the next organs in other open spaces on the ground.
Some subtle changes caught his attention. Luojia stared at the nerve for two seconds. Did this thing jump and make a hissing sound just now? Does it twist itself into sacred words, like the threads of a vestment that need no weaving?
Maybe not so fast, not enough... and this conversation is not over yet...
"The organ of visual control," Lorgar said softly, "in which your vision extends , the pain we see is the pain you pity, and the rebellion we see is the reason why you want to end the kingdom on earth. From the blasphemous temple of this evil snake, I will take out again the pure part that belongs to you. "< br>
He suppressed the sobs in his heart and took off the Lyman Ear of the sacrifice. To implant these ears, Space Marines hollowed out their own ears and replaced them with the gift of sensitive hearing.
As he did so, waves of lustrous sound rumbled over from all parts of the Rhythm of Faith, and the chandeliers of the sanctuary trembled and suddenly exploded. His breathing also carried an echo, and there was a painful chant hidden in the echo.
That's it...
That's it...
The burnt offering of Ruzi...
The surrounding darkness pressed towards him, and in the darkness, It seems that the entire temple is quietly reorganizing, the masonry is being relocated, the doorways are expanded, the marble is scraping and colliding with the columns, the arches and paths are being reversed, the building is creaking painfully, reorganizing towards infinite repetition and vastness.
Drops of blood leaked from Lorgar's own ears, and his lungs hurt as if a beast was scratching and struggling in them, draining his oxygen, throwing him into the infinite abyss with black eyes, and falling toward the void. Pain came to him too, and Lorgar accepted it reverently, sharing in the torment the darkness had brought upon him. Torment is the way to get closer to His mercy and His giving.
"Sus-an meninges, we are resting in our brief death, enjoying the comfort you bring us, and getting a glimpse of the new world we can enter after the end." Lorgar said, breathing heavily, Tremblingly, he put aside the completely stripped meninges, "Your darkness, your touch, let us be inspired in the gaps between battles..."
His world shook, and the deck tilted and collapsed. , the railings overturned, and all the bones in the punishment room fell apart and rushed towards him. He fell to the upper level of the void, and his body was immersed in the waves of darkness that seemed to have substance. There was a steady sound of bells from above. He grabbed the knife and swam desperately. His clothes grabbed his heavy body and slapped his calves...
On the edge of exhaustion and exhaustion, he suddenly returned to reality. His heart was still beating wildly, lashing him from the inside.
He glanced around vigilantly. The candlelight was still steadily opening up a quiet altar, but the smell of blood was pouring from countless gaps in the deck.
Lorgar felt at ease, knowing that many good boys in his fleet lived up to their loyalty and sacrificed their pain to their master.
However, some stalkers in the void are quietly lifting the curtain, hoping to steal the power gathered here and steal their prayers to the Emperor.
He sniffed the tip of his nose and smelled the ichor oozing from the rotten soul, while violent and colorful colors began to dance and circle on the back of the darkness.
Logar exhaled solemnly, knowing that he had to quicken his pace.
"The pigment-controlled organs," he said, "the pebbled kidneys. The taste-detecting nerves - your reward for tasting the poisons of the world. I offer you my sacrifices, and may they be a pain that pleases you. ”
The roar of the soul screamed around him, and his whole body ached, followed by complete paralysis, as if he had died. If he dies here, so be it, if his soul can be dedicated to Him, so be it...
"Sweat glands improve the organs that keep us fighting in extreme environments. Becher's glands, you Your hatred is our poison, your punishment is the death given by our mouth. We are your weapons, your tools, your angels."
"Gene storage glands, we bear yours. One of the billions of might, use our bodies to nurture angels. Your will is carried out throughout, and the Holy Spirit fills us. Your darkness is our darkness, and your curse is our curse."
Finally. One step, Lorgar thought, his spirit stretched into a slender spider's thread in the feverish tension.
"Black Carapace," he said, weeping again, "we live in armor and kill for the good of your humanity. There are rebellions within your mortal empire and enemies without, So you go to the city beyond the world to open up a new world for us. I have seen it, we have seen it. Do you hear my words? Is this enough? Not enough—if it’s not enough—”
Suddenly, as if an invisible door suddenly opened, he was thrown into a glorious world filled with fierce light. Colorful ribbons were flying, the storm subsided, the air was fresh and clean, and the bright light illuminated the whole world.
Fanatical red and pure blue intertwine and dance, green leaves and vines spread endlessly to the sky, paving a road to the sky, and living roses grow from the eye sockets of the skull, delicate and beautiful. The blue sea of glass stretches as far as the eye can see below, lazy kingfishers spread their wings and dance in the courtyard, and the fragrant powder from their pure wings brushes the tip of Lorgar Aurelion's nose.
In the center is a crystal rainbow seat, surrounded by emerald light. It was surrounded by four living creatures, with the features of a lion, a calf, a man, and an eagle, with six wings and eyes, holding up seven burning torches.
Logar Aurelion looked around and faintly heard the loud music and the clapping of joyful hands, encouraging him to go forward and kneel before the throne to offer sacrifices to the true god he believed in.
Go to...
Go forward...
Go.
Redemption lies ahead.
The real light is behind suffering, and grace is on the other side of sacrifice.
Slowly, his lips curled into a smile.
"These are your enemies." Lorgar Aurelion smiled. "These are the cursed things that will steal your true name. Do they want to trick me into fighting for them? They are promising Can they also give humans such a paradise? What do they want to say? Do they think human suffering can be appeased by inhuman things? No, no..." He lowered his head, his The feet were covered with blood, and the solidified black and red blood clots and yellow and white bone residue spread wantonly around like rough crayon drawings. The candle still burned, pale and stubborn.
Blood and bones, hatred and death, the thousands of years of human faith are only born from darkness.
"Pain is also human's own, salvation is also human's own, everything is human's own, and only you can guide mankind's true path..."
Logar Aurelion He stabbed the knife into his first heart with his backhand, and darkness surged out of his chest, swallowing up the world in an instant.
(End of this chapter)