Chapter 472 Dark Ocean
Until the edge of the glorious planet appeared in front of the porthole in the belly of the Vengeful Spirit, Gavier Loken was still recalling Sejanus' moment of anger in the strategy hall.
"They rejected our communication," Abaddon's eyes were lit up with barely restrained anger, "at a distance where we can even visually see each other! Can't even send a star message?"< br>
Sejanus's hand was dripping with blood. Drops of blood and a little bit of flesh fell down his palm, smearing an empty pool of blood on the ground. Loken looked at him, as if he smelled the smell of burnt residue.
Beside them, the Astropathic Chorus lay broken in blood, their hearts shattered in their chests, and their heads bloomed into bloody flowers of bone core. The bloody smell spread suddenly in the hall.
Sejanus's peace request was undoubtedly rejected by the Thousand Dust Sun flagship, otherwise they could not find any reason. At such a passing distance, the superior psykers of the Fifteenth Legion would Their voices cannot be heard...
Even letting these astropaths die howling the terror of darkness.
“Fire,” Crescent Sejanus said briefly, “but don’t go too far. Let them see our attitude.”
“Why retreat? We are under the Emperor’s command. The order comes—"
"That's enough, Abaddon." Sejanus shouted, "Always stay sensible and clear!"
"Is that the same as unpaid blood, Hastur?"
Togaton raised both hands: "Okay, brothers-"
"You don't want me to Pat your shoulders with hands full of blood," Sejanus said, "I have a standard in my heart, my brothers, the interruption of communication can still be explained, and the decision of the Sun of Thousand Dusts is still something we should tolerate. Within the margins. But once they cross the line, once the treachery is proven, I will take twice as much from Prospero for the death of these astropaths."
He paused." When we see Magnus, I will speak to him in the name of our father."
And now, Loken thought, following the Emperor's lead, Prospero has arrived before them. .
The twilight line cuts into shining arcs on the surface of the planet in front of you. The clear water, sandy plains and forests are covered with bright sunlight, and everything seems to melt into the pure light. As for the lightless night side, the planet as black as satin is flowing with a gentle and gorgeous luster, and the decoration given to them by spiritual energy becomes more and more obvious.
A swirling circle characteristic of the Iron Warriors shines like a necklace of pearls on the outer edge of the equator. This is Prospero's airport - now empty in the season of storms sweeping through the warp, except for the Sun of Thousand Dusts himself. A warship painted red. This loop is also part of its sophisticated and formidable orbital air defense system.
He boarded the command bridge and passed by countless busy officers and servitors. The air was filled with the noise caused by the push of pull rods and various panel bearing buttons. The conversations of mortals trying to achieve work goals converged into a blur. The clear waves, the operating consoles and control circuits with flowing metallic luster and a small amount of time wear create an illusion of darkness, even if every electric candle along the way shines against the shiny obsidian background.
"...Please answer," the voice crossed the noisy noise, like a thread, winding to avoid the obstruction of the air, and came to Loken's ears, "The Fifteenth Legion, please Answer us. I, Hastur Sejanus, in the name of Horus Luperkar, request a dialogue with the Primarch Magnus to exchange the Emperor's verdict.
"We are granted. The order is to punish you, but destroying a world is never our wish. If our genetic father were still here, he would also like to see you sincerely. I believe you know what you have done better than we do, and I hope you will hear the voice of the Luna Wolves, the voice of the Emperor. ”
"The sentence has been handed down, but the Luna Wolves believe that the Emperor's mercy will give you a chance to defend yourself, an opportunity to make amends or clarify. Otherwise, what I say now will also become one of the evidences of your resistance to Terra's orders. Is this what Prospero wants? At least, this is not what we want to see."
Sejanus did not blink at all, with his hands on the console, and the servitor recorded faithfully. Listen to his voice and save the audio in the recorder.
Loken stepped forward, passed through countless projections floating in the air, and saw the image in front of Sejanus. Prospero was silent as usual, a bit of flowing starlight flickering on the orbital ring as the angle of the star changed.
“No answer?” Loken asked, noticing that the astrological communication was no longer being transmitted here. The waves would span this short distance, and the Warp would no longer interfere with the transmission of sound—if only Prospero's air defense ports were willing to listen.
“Not yet,” Sejanus said, humming slightly, his eyes contemplating. "If there is no misunderstanding, they really harmed the emperor's interests for some reason..."
"Alarming the enemy," said Horus Aceimander the Younger. "This means we are facing a battle-ready psionic legion, a legion with its Primarch. Cyjanus. Perhaps we are wrong. "
"Then keep holding them back with words until Abaddon's troops are in place and we will launch a surprise attack. You will find that this is what I am doing, Aceimander."
Sejanus said in a low voice.
"Hasta," Loken suddenly said.
Sejanus turned his head, and then realized something. His eyebrows relaxed slightly, but not completely.
The light in the airport began to flow, and Prospero's reply was sent to a screen. Sejanus read the message and contacted Ezekiel Abaddon on the communication channel.
"I will go to Tizca myself," he said, "with my legions on standby, Abaddon. Don't act rashly."
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"... just Like that was yesterday," Perturabo said, watching Morse retrieve the green stone from his bookshelf that was kept in a small stasis field.
A monotonous and weak light shines on the surface of the green stone, like metal and mercury. The dangerous energy is still trapped inside the stone. One hundred and fifty years later, its power is still clearly visible.
"This is the last legacy of Herud's technology in the current era," Morse said, "and your sergeant..."
"Zoran Anderson."
"A gift from Sergeant Anderson to the Iron Warriors," the craftsman changed his words calmly, his eyes looking cold and cautious under the green light. In addition, golden lines covered his robes and even his cheeks, and the light of the star torch was so dim that he could hardly identify the location of the planet Moro. But the Iron Blood had to find its way, so he did.
"Is there something wrong with it?" Perturabo asked, keeping his voice calm, "What do you feel?"
Morse shook his head, always looking at the A stone, slowly, his fingers pressed on the edge of the stasis box, hovering next to the generator that constructed the force field. Finally, he stopped, still thinking deeply, and sat down on a chair. "I remember that in our battle book, you decided to use the interaction between the stasis field and the entropy field to inhibit the flow of Hrud's entropic energy. In most cases, your decision was accurate, except for that An accident. "Morse said, "I think after getting this stone, you didn't find any other reasonable way to save it except using a stasis field."
"That's right, Morse."
"It accumulates energy in the stasis field, energy about time...The power contained in it does not flow in the normal sequence, so There is an accumulation. It's like every minute of one hundred and fifty years is stacked up in the same moment, and the power is accumulating a hundred times... maybe equivalent to fifteen thousand years, I think."
Perturabo frowned, "What's the harm?"
"Not until it breaks through the stasis field." Morse said, nodding slightly towards Perturabo, the golden light on his face Flow with it.
"When will the stasis field be breached?"
"Not now, but not for long. Seeing as we are about to reach Moro, I don't want an accident to happen now. Give it to me, I need it Reinforce the stasis field with the spell, if you plan to keep it."
"Thank you for your help."
"Don't say thank you to me, either. As Warmaster - I'm really worried that one day this title will be used as evidence against you, or as Perturabo," Morse said, reaching out and pinching his brow.
Perturabo noticed a slight difference in the way he pressed, and then realized that this was because Morse had once again given up his simulated human senses. Perhaps this is a necessary condition to consume strength and search for the old places in the ancient memories in the world.
Suddenly, Morse turned his head and disappeared from Perturabo in an instant. The small stasis box rolled around on his seat.
Countless surveillance cameras in the Iron-Blooded ship immediately told Perturabo that Morse suddenly appeared next to the helmsman. The mortal captain almost hurriedly began to issue orders under the new order. The Queen of Glory was in a terrible situation. It dived downwards in a sharp turn, avoiding some invisible obstruction, like a fish passing through a swaying sea anemone.
The tough steel machinery and subspace keel trembled, screaming silently under the brutal control. Morse slapped his palm on the table, and his spiritual power stuck to it like the lubricant of gears. The metal structure poured into the inside of the entire ship, coating Geller's position with a second invisible film.
A scream originating from the depths of the vast ocean was smashed into pieces by the front end of the Iron Blood. The ship trembled violently, and then subsided in an instant under the will of the craftsmen.
+What? +
+Darkness...+
Perturabo's skin tingled slightly in the dangerous environment, and severe warnings sounded in the primarch's mind. He inspected the ship's modules and found cracks in part of the outer armor. and hurt. He senses all the internal information on the ship, filters out the useful parts, and sends the latest auxiliary instructions to various relevant departments through neural links.
The images coming back from the scanner were immersed in dizzying absolute darkness, the energy detection parameters crossing the limits of the display, as if they were sailing into the eternity of the fusion bomb of death itself In the aftermath.
He immediately added a new order. All window panels and sensing equipment for imaging the outside world on the Iron Blood were closed. After a moment of thinking, the image in the captain's cabin was also closed.
Then, he picked out the crew members and even the servitors who were in abnormal fear one by one, stared at them through the waves of data, and then issued the order to clear them. The mortal officers obeyed and raised their guns, while more servitors were ready to clear the deck.
+How much longer? +
+Perhaps until we reach Moro,+Morse said, his voice regaining some stability,+we are being held back. I hope this means we're on the right path. +
The darkness in his perception was still trembling, like a ruthless eye that was about to open, echoing at the edge of the world with a deathly call. The dark fragments collapsed, slid, and flickered in the darkness, and the dark embers swirled on the back of the lightless world, adding to the thickness and strength of the dark ocean currents.
Perturabo took a deep breath, and when he exhaled, he felt the illusory smell of blood filling his lips and teeth. On the Iron Blood, gunshots erupted into moist cracking sounds, and he clearly heard every sound of death coming.
"Do not panic," he said to his crew and warriors, thankful that they had set out without bringing more fleets than they could currently care for. "Do not be afraid. Maintain your composure and confidence, which will sustain Walk us through this shadow.”
More images slipped into his mind. From the darkness, he saw bloodshed again and again in human history, saw the blade piercing from behind, saw the leader who fell under random gunfire or artillery, and saw the rotten amputated sections. And the skeletons in the deep water... The picture is filled with blood, and the black smoke surges into bulging bubbles, waiting for the moment of explosion and spread...
No. He withdrew from the Iron Blood's perception, left those dangerous data, and drove away the cruel roar at the edge of his mind. These scenes that had happened in the long history aroused the anger accumulated in his heart, tearing at his tense nerves, making him want to roar loudly to vent the anger accumulated layer by layer since the victory of Ullanor.
Later, he discovered that he had indeed done so.
He covered his cheeks with his hands and slowly sat back in his iron chair. Relying on the heat conduction ability of the iron, he found a trace of coolness in his thoughts that stabilized his mind.
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What made that shadowy fleet question their whereabouts?
When the vague light of Terra's Star Torch finally reappeared in front of Ahriman's eyes, he was still thinking about it, thinking about why the fleet rejected their message and sent that or warning word . This touched his will, leaving an incomprehensible uneasiness and warning there.
The Wan Zhang Ray jumped out of the endless rolling ocean, floated up into the real universe, and felt the joy brought by the sudden relief of pressure.
The obstacles along their journey were acceptable. Except for the common ones such as a slight lag at the pass of Betangamon, the ocean currents and storms in the channel did not really harm this lonely flagship. Now it is within the scope of the Solar Star Domain, and the next journey will be completed in reality - whether it is to facilitate the entry process approval, or considering the recent instability of subspace.
Immediately afterwards, however, Ahriman noticed that there were some fine dust scattered among the asteroids in front of him. Some of the fragments of different sizes were entangled with each other, and some were scattered on the back of the star's light, moving slowly, through the light of the star. Cast an elongated shadow.
One... or more ships were destroyed here and turned into wreckage in the universe.
Ahriman became more vigilant, exploring the signs and traces on those ships, trying to identify their origins - why were a group of ships destroyed in the Sun Star Domain? Who can do it in front of the Emperor?
Everything is quiet, there is no distress signal, the hum of the engine or more noise, these ships are so dead, there is nothing left.
The image gradually enlarges, and most of the paintwork and identifiable special structures no longer exist, just like hands-on people crushing these ships happily like a cookie, and making the particles coarser. The residue is scattered casually on the vast ground...
The pattern of flames...the combination of flames and books...
It is hard to say whether an answer that surprised Ahriman, but certainly confused the Chief of Black Crows, appeared in his will.
The Word Bearers?
(End of this chapter)