Chapter 461 A Moment
“What are they doing!” When Dantioc was so angry, the images coming from the phased array display were in chaos, “Continue to contact and activate the fire control system to demonstrate , no, directly deploy anti-ship missiles - what are they doing?"
"Some ships are out of control," Brown said, raising his arm, a pipe tilting his temple back. Connected to the dataslate, "The images confirm that a portion of the Word Bearers fleet is approaching us. Do you want us to let them go?"
"No, I don't think so. Their ships made the move Automatically answered, but there was no further response. I believe—"
A mechanically synthesized voice sounded from the back of the conference room, and Belosos, half-covered in a steel shell, focused on the Word Bearers fleet. During the analysis of the situation, dark blue liquid gurgled in the pipes that kept him moving.
"The captain and helmsman were not at their posts." Toramino concluded, "They really lost control."
"Record abnormal data in detail as evidence of firing as a last resort." Dantioch said, " Continue to send broadcasts and prepare for the invasion of electronic channels, and we can't let their ships collide directly. Isn't the Word Bearer's flagship also unable to contact? The communication room of the Law of Faith is also slacking off?"
"There is an answer. Just now. But the situation is not optimistic." Toramino said cautiously, looking up at the surrounding war blacksmiths, as if they were already in the next siege. The night before the battle.
“Tell me about it.”
“They say their Primarch is in the process of being rescued,” Toramino said. “In their sept, Lorgar Aurelion is dying. ”
All the warsmiths immediately realized what was wrong.
Although it is unknown what Lorgar did, the Word Bearers are still nominally under the supervision of the Iron Warriors, and the unprovoked serious injury to the original body is definitely a serious and vicious incident.
Of course the Iron Lord can ignore it or provide an explanation - but the countless loyal followers of the Word Bearers scattered throughout the empire have long ago proven their stubbornness with their madness; not to mention the He The mystery of Russ's assassination has long been a legacy of the Iron Warriors in the eyes of the Word Bearers.
"Contact Balban first and tell Father about this, no matter how long it takes," Brown said, "Actively communicate with the Word Bearers."
"Don't give in," Harco strode from outside, with suppressed anger on his face, "Tell them we know what they have done - no matter what madness Aurelion is going on! No one except the Primarch can touch another Primarch." Fingers, and Lord Perturabo is not here at all, this is an internal matter within the Word Bearers themselves!"
Several people were surprised by Hako's disrespect for a Primarch, but this surprise was fleeting and turned into silent agreement in their hearts.
“You are right.” Berossus murmured, “Of course, we are temporarily blocking the news.”
“Contact Terra and ask if Terra’s Pharmacy Department has any The situation of Lorgar Aurelion's intention to take over, and...the availability of the Imperial Fists to participate in the escort," Dantioch said, hoping that he had made the right decision.
He suddenly remembered that the Netdao detachment, which they had been separated from for a long time, had also recently contacted the Cheorwon to discuss matters related to their official return to the team.
On the eve of the closure of the last node, the Iron Warriors will become complete again. All war blacksmiths have been looking forward to this for a long time, and this time span is close to two hundred years.
"No - wait a minute," Toramino said, confusion spreading on his face, "It's Aurelion. Aurelion took the communication personally..."
A man who had just been seriously injured The Primarch was up and talking to them in a flash, which sounded like a good thing but only served to deepen the unease that was brewing in the hearts of the warsmiths. Regardless, communications to Terra and the Imperial Fists will still be sent out on time.
Toramino introduced the signal of the sound array into the public player in the conference hall. Aurelion's quiet and hoarse voice played slowly and coldly like a tape that had been roughly spliced.
"In our holy cause, we already have enough facts for the Word Bearers to identify the Iron Warriors' archenemy. We don't need more deception."
Logar Aurelion spoke frankly, his pain infused into his words, transformed into a quiet, terrifying power.
"I offer my sacrifice to the God I love, and my piety will not be tainted by speculation and conspiracy. I will not allow the Galaxy to think that I am forced by you, because my faith is destined to be unfettered. We will be the The opponent on both ends of the scale, the Iron Warrior, has no personal hatred in the darkness."
Dantioch took a deep breath and spoke the following words in a deep voice, resolutely counteracting the unspeakable words brought to him by Lorgar Aurelion. Chill, "The fire control system will remain on until all Word Bearers ships are clear of the threat to the Iron Warriors, Primarch Aurelion."
"No need to worry, we will return to Terra, Iron Warrior, even the Warmaster no longer has a chance to stop me. This is my personal decision, an absolute decision." Aurelion said softly, "We will meet our saint who sits on Holy Terra. "
His thoughts became distant in an instant. When he came back to his senses, his calm tone was filled with regret, "His power has filled my chest and filled my endless holes. I am no longer just Lorgar Aurelion...but He is still waiting for his final awakening, who is standing in His way?"
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The moment the crystal box broke, except for a crisp loud noise, nothing seemed to happen.
And Morse immediately looked up to the sky, where the silent stratus clouds were still slowly fluttering in the quiet to stagnant breeze.
The golden light of runes shone in his eyes, and the strange waves in the sea of souls immediately appeared before his eyes.
The first is a multi-layered composite rainbow light, like a clear chip attached to the ocean current, swimming into the outside of this mechanical planet. Subsequently, the multi-colored scales gradually appeared, with dark red and light purple intertwining, gradually transitioning to artificial tourmaline or emerald-like blue, and the overall magnificence could be vaguely seen.
However, all of this is based on the broken black flesh and blood, so that the edges of each snake scale seem to be overflowing with poisonous blood.
"You leave first," Morse said. "Return to your ship and be ready for anything, Magnus. Your psychic energy cannot be expended on what may come next."
After an almost imperceptible brief daze, Magnus quickly evacuated from the void sound array channel. Even though he was still full of doubts, the pain caused by the extremely ominous sign just now vaguely remained in his panic chest. middle.
Perturabo could faintly feel the entrenchment of that power. The surge that transcended mortal existence invaded the air around him, slightly distorting the entire world in sparkling ripples. He suppressed the terrible fear in his instincts, used a heart of steel to expel all unnecessary emotions that were not necessary for reason, and looked directly at the signs he perceived.
"Number 11?" He asked loudly, "Is it you?"
The form of the giant snake dissipated in the swirl around the world, and in an instant it reorganized into an image that flickered. Standing at the far end of their street, they almost blended in with the gray and white color of the sky. The last injury obviously had not recovered yet, but the lost snake still swam in front of his blood body, facing Perturabo face to face with a distance of about a hundred meters.
He seemed to be waiting for Perturabo to break the silence first and step forward, or perhaps he was just stalling in fatigue, indifferent to anything that could further determine his future.
"You feel it too," said Perturabo, "The Tyrant. The Lord of Darkness. The Nightmare Sun."
Eleven said nothing. In this critical moment, when time passed, he said not a word. He just looked at Perturabo, seemingly observing the Iron Lord's heartbeat, breathing and body ups and downs, observing everything that a truly complete Primarch should have.
“You said you would prevent its birth, Eleven.”
No. 11 still didn't speak. He didn't think this default question had any value in answering.
"Then you are here now." Perturabo said, "You are still in front of me."
No. 11 spoke.
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In the sailing flagship, Magnus was immersed in the study of the library, hundreds of newly filled sheets of scratch paper swirling around him in an orderly manner. The storm wrapped the Crimson King in a thick cocoon full of uneasiness and confusion. He took off his monocle and rubbed his sore eyes.
The crisis they were about to face had been clear since Morse had let him go.
Within the entire territory of the Human Empire, excluding those who traveled with the Emperor, there is no doubt that the Crimson King Magnus is the person who has the deepest understanding of the Emperor's plans.
Then, the last piece of the puzzle that completes or verifies the Emperor's true plan can only be given by him.
He recalled what Morse had said when he interrupted him. "Your guess is correct," he said, "but not quite yet."
Both pieces of information made him Magnus was on pins and needles, and since the battle with Prospero's Devouring Bee, he had not experienced this kind of self-torture of refusing to face reality for too long.
Did Morse really know for sure what he guessed? He knew the answer, but wished he didn't know it.
Magnus threaded his fingers through his thick red hair and stared at twenty runes of similar colors swirling and intertwining in front of his eyes, chasing each other, relying on clever gravity arrangements to form a precarious structure. Celestial sphere. The prototype of Tutmons' rune was connected and formed by the mutually reflecting golden light, which was stable in the change.
One of the runes is independent and wanders around without being bound or restricted by any single rune; there are two runes. Magnus has not found a suitable location for the time being, "backup option" , a word jumped into Magnus's mind.
He moved the three runes away, letting them float and focused on the remaining seventeen runes.
Among the seventeen runes, thirteen were arranged one by one on the trajectory required by the runes. He deliberately increased the energy contained in the central rune and set it into a formation. After weakening the self-control stability of the central rune, the entire rune array began to tremble violently and was on the verge of collapse. Broken threads scattered like mist on the simulated celestial sphere.
Magnus stared closely at these endangered runes, holding his breath, and gently brushed his fingers over the remaining twelve branch nodes, lighting them up one by one, balancing the connections between them, adjusting them until these The runes and the large rune in the center form an unmistakable sigil of bondage.
Boundage. Just like this, if the central core big rune cannot stably restrain itself in the core of the celestial sphere, the effectiveness of these twelve runes will be reversed into shackles on the core place, or in other words, some kind of reins, some kind of chariot. yoke. The power poured into each rune is enough to destroy all the additional functions of the corresponding rune except carrying great power.
He blinked his eyes. When all twelve runes lit up, the entire formation suddenly became brighter. The light radiating outward was like the spikes of a nightmare, groaning at the friction of metal. The center sharply pierced through multiple layers of paper.
The rotation of the celestial sphere is still accelerating, and more fragments disintegrate from all directions, forming a swirling circulation, swirling around the runes, and the air becomes turbid in the chaotic light.
"But not quite yet." Morse's voice sounded in his ears again.
Magnus took a breath and lit the next rune.
But the energy vortex generated by this rune was exactly opposite to the previous vortex. The vortex swayed rapidly and fiercely. Magnus' fingers trembled and twitched in the conflict of energy, as if at this moment The pain was almost equivalent to the equivalent torrent of energy he stirred up in his own guts.
He bit his lower lip hard and quickly completed the remaining three reverse runes: their energy comes from the outside world rather than from within the legal formation. To be precise, this is a set of channels, a set of passages from The energy pipes in the etheric ocean outside are just like the huge heat exhaust pipes built by the human empire deep in the hive city to absorb geothermal heat and supply energy upwards...
Magnus erased these traces. Thanks to the bloody cut on his hand, scarlet blood dripped to the ground. He gasped, suppressing the loud breaths between his lips and teeth, suppressing them into a soft hissing sound that did not dare to disturb anything, and stared at Thutmnes' simulated celestial sphere.
After this round of rune additions were completed, the entire celestial sphere seemed to have received some kind of promotion, completely stabilized, and freely swallowed every fiber of energy used for self-regulation, so exquisitely that it seemed as if there was a A higher being is concentrating on manual control.
But Magnus knew, no.
He is familiar with Perturabo, and naturally knows that if everything he created today is transformed into a creation of mechanical logic, the Lord of Iron can also design and produce the same strange machine, making it far beyond the ordinary. The legendary ingenuity of human imagination operates automatically.
But when it comes to psychic energy, no matter how great the architect of the physical universe is, it is inevitable that he will be at a loss.
And Perturabo's talent, and even Magnus's own talent, are undoubtedly inherited from the same genius bloodline. He is not only the supreme master in the field of psychic energy, but also the unparalleled original craftsman among human creations.
The ideas and structure simulated by this celestial sphere can only come from his hands.
Emperor.
Magnus closed his eyes, and the severe labor pain gradually subsided, turning into some deeper burning fire, burning coldly inside him, and the lamp oil it burned was Everything the Crimson King holds in his chest.
(End of this chapter)