Chapter 473 The Blind Throne
"The Word Bearers are here," Fusistaka said, staring at the space in the asteroid belt in front of him, trying to discern whether there were any remaining debris by observing the movement trajectories of the debris. In the moving part, "The dead part of the Word Bearers is here."
Hathor Mat nodded, recognizing Vhistaka's words, and the preset psionic spell was in his hands. The scroll glowed slightly. This was a trick done back then to deal with Magnus's restriction on the total amount of psychic energy per cycle - to imprint some power that was not usually needed into the preservation instrument in advance, and then release it when necessary.
Magnus reluctantly allowed them to use the techniques he developed, and studied with them how to enhance the stability of the scroll.
"This is a battle," he said, sensing the ether floating in the air. The time when all this happened was not far away, "a..."
He paused, doubting the conclusion he had reached.
"A civil war," Ahriman said, his voice dry, "a civil war within the Word Bearers... some final quarrels before they entered the vicinity of Terra... "
He closed his eyes and reorganized his words, "Due to some unknown contradiction, a sect curse and expulsion was carried out within the Word Bearers near Terra. It is conceivable that at this time. After the process was completed, Lorgar Aurelion led the remaining Word Bearers into the range of Terra... I think that's it."
Vhistaka exhaled. "Surprising." He shook his head.
"So," not far away, Ancuenan was guarding the door with his notebook, "are we going to continue to Terra? I don't know, I suddenly - I think going back Probably not a good idea if the Emperor allowed the Word Bearers to fight before his eyes..."
"With all due respect, either the Emperor's opinion of the Word Bearers has changed somewhat..."
"Will the Lord of Man retract his judgment of Lorgar Aurelion at the Council of Nicaea? No, I can't imagine that. "
"Listen to me, either that's the case, or the Emperor can no longer see the strife that's so close at hand, which means - maybe, I don't know. , but I fear that Terra's voice has become the words of the Word Bearers..."
"Then where are we going?" Ahriman asked, full of uneasy speculation and a trembling tongue. Bitter.
"In this darkness, what choice do we have?" He continued, with countless thoughts tumbling in his mind, and countless worries and frustrations intertwined into a chaotic storm.
Terra's situation was anything but optimistic, and he could almost reach a conclusion. And if it had something to do with the Emperor, it was no longer a problem that a Space Marine could solve... Even Magnus was gone forever.
“Except for Terra, except for the Throne World, we can find no other signposts. And if the Throne World is different from the past, after all, our father may have been buried because of that unknown incident. Here..."
The second half of his words disappeared into the tide of star language. The torrent of words was like a carved dark wave, crashing into the minds of the Suns of Thousand Dusts. Even though the sonorous voice was not harsh, it was powerful enough. Ancuenan screamed in a low voice, covered his ears, and dropped the notebook in his hand to the ground.
The voice was peaceful and quiet, and there was even a certain pride and nobility in it.
+Terra welcomes you, Suns of Thousand Dusts,+ the voice smiles and says,+If you are willing to obey the light again, your father's faults will not continue on you. Thank you for the mercy of the God-Emperor, Azhak Ahriman. +
fault? What is he talking about? What slanderous accusation is he making?
Lorgar Aurelion.
Ahriman grabbed the gilded porthole beside him, his mind roaring silently under the impact of the star language itself, but that was all.
Perhaps the Truth Speaker did want to give them a sudden shock, causing their will to waver in horror - he was more and more sure of this now, but his posturing attempt could not achieve it. The effect is limited to this simple little torture.
If he was still looking down on Magnus' proudest students.
His fingers trembled as he grasped the edge of the window pane, as if grasping the dark gap in front of him that separated the Wan Zhang Ray and the Throne World. He tilted his head and glanced at his brothers. Bright Feather nodded vigorously to him, followed closely by Falcon.
In the eyes of his brothers, Ahriman saw his own reflection, a silhouetted reflection standing by the window.
A rare sense of command arose in Azak Ahriman’s blue-as-sapphire eyes. His tone changed.
“If the throne world is different from the past...this means that we are one step closer to the truth.”
“After all, as scholars and as our father’s children, we must pursue The truth of my father's death," he whispered, "how the pursuit of the throne for which he dedicated his life became the place where his existence died. I believe you too feel, brothers, the voice of truth calling within us. < br>
"I said before that we have no way to go but to come to Terra. Maybe, but we don't have nowhere to go. We can leave the same way we came, we can disperse on the spot and turn into a thousand scattered grains of dust. Waiting for the day when the wind will reunite us. Each of us is a master of psychic powers, and the only things that can bind us are the Emperor and fate.
"However, we still follow Magnu. Si's footsteps come here because we know the truth waits here - it waits for us, full of malice, but here we come. "
"Azhak..." Hathor Maat's handsome face flashed with a luster as bright as wings in the sun, "I remember that you were severely criticized by your father for saying, You said that for the sake of truth you would rather float in the vast waves. "
"Ah, it is true. I don't mind if someone leaves here, Matt, but could it be you? "
"You forgot that I was standing next to you to speak for your point of view. As a result, we went to be librarians of the Tizka Great Library for a month - a literal librarian. ? ”
Ahriman smiled, and then his thoughts surged toward the source of Lorgar Aurelion's voice and toward the throne world of Terra.
+Of course, Primarch,+Ahriman replied loudly,+We also return to Terra with the pursuit of truth. +
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Lorgar Aurelion knelt before the altar of the chapel, his body covered with whip marks, his lips cracked with thirst, and cracks spilling blood and fire were spread all over his body. .
When he responded to the chief think tank of the Thousand Dust Sun, the psyker that carried his words and the God-Emperor's magic shattered beside him, turning into black dust and piling up in a swamp-like swamp. In the dust. There is no wind here, but the whistling of the dead souls still blows around the bearer of the truth, murmuring in pain.
+ Return, then, to the Lord, His children. +
He sensed the hostility in Ahriman's words, and also knew that Ahriman did not like him and even doubted his loyalty and sincerity. Azak Ahriman never liked the Word Bearers, no, the entire Fifteenth Legion did, too, steeped in their stubborn arrogance and rigidity, boasting of the sun but never seeing its true light.
But Aurelion didn't care, and was determined to treat them with broad love and welcome them back into his light. They had not yet seen the God-Emperor, so they were hesitant. Aurelion did not like to forgive these unfaithful people easily, but the God-Emperor enlightened him...
+ Killing without restraint... only... nourishing my enemy... son... me son. +
Ah, His warning was sent to his heart when he entered the Sun Star Realm.
He recalled the moment a few days ago when he had not yet issued the internal order to deregister, recalling his mood and feelings at that time.
This seemed to be some kind of condemnation of the sacrifice he had made. For a moment, Aurelion felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, almost reliving the humiliation he suffered at the Nikaea Conference.
Perturabo... He issued false edicts in the name of the God-Emperor, and now he is secretly lurking at one end of the galaxy. He is undoubtedly harboring some kind of depraved plot to avoid people's eyes and ears. . He didn't know that the God-Emperor had already arrived on the dark throne, but it was just that he had not yet entered the world.
However, the God Emperor immediately said the next words to him. This immediately calmed Aurelion's heart.
He said: + But those who...rebellion...will be punished...the disobedient...will surely come...and will not be tolerated...+
His words shattered into a thousand spreading fragments, as if He is still getting familiar with the world in front of him, and he is still feeling the coming that is about to finally come to him. But every word he spoke sounded so cold, as if all his past sadness and kindness had been dissolved in the prelude to a day of reckoning.
Luojia opened his eyes and looked into the distance.
He saw it. He saw Terra wearing a black crown, and the destructive lightning roared and swirled around the ancient planet. Occasionally, a dazzling bolt of lightning flew out from the screaming Terra, as an extension of darkness, piercing directly into the frightened and colorful ocean around it... The darkness was surrounded by a faint light, and that light was like a small lantern in the storm, swinging and resisting being extinguished... What a foolish and blasphemous resistance...
He saw it. He saw that Terra was as peaceful as usual. The dissipation of the subspace storm allowed navigation in a small area around it to gradually resume. The shape of the spaceship, which was as light as dust, was blurred and lingered slightly reflectively around Terra's steely surface. The golden building is clearly visible even from orbit. The small-scale damage seems to have cast a light discoloration on the Terra Palace, but the main body's radiance remains bright.
He stood up, his will willingly delving into the darkness of Terra and accepting what the God-Emperor had to offer.
For a moment, his breathing stopped, and his mind was filled with millions of pictures, until time and place lost their meaning, and all physical laws and rules of reality were forgotten. He heard the words of a great being, heard the new hatred, heard the echoes of shapeless words and thousands of will remnants... all of this was suddenly poured into Lorgar Aurelion's body in a flash of black light.
The cracked cracks in his armor loosened further, and black blood and fire surged from his dry skin.
He heard new ideals, a new world, a new city of God after destruction... The darkness was still expanding, with the smell of acid and sulfur rising, as well as the shadow at the end of the charcoal fire, and the moment when the sharp weapon was swung. There was a scream in the sky, a series of clicks as the trigger was pulled, and the multi-tube lasers produced boiling steam in the rain.
Slowly, he felt a distant, huge and terrifying gaze, looking at him across light years. He wanted to scream, but the air in his lungs was filled with blood, and he became the remains of a soul locked in a charred body, a vessel for the echoes of death and destruction.
He fell to the ground and turned into ashes, into burnt charcoal, into dust on the windless ground. Blood poured from his eyes, ears, and mouth, and then he saw it.
He met the blind God-Emperor.
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"Please come in, Your Excellency Sejanus." Amon's voice came, and he added an additional honorific.
Hasta Sejanus entered the gleaming Great Pyramid of Photep at Tizca with two attendants and waited in the foyer for a masked member of the Fifteenth Legion The soldier led him to the drawing room.
This is not his first visit to Tizca. In peaceful days, it was not uncommon for legions to invite each other to each other - if they could find a suitable free time. He noticed a row of wine-making theory collections on the bookshelf, and even though the situation was so urgent, he couldn't help but have a flash of memories in his mind.
That was Azak's masterpiece.
Winemaking... they haven't discussed it in a while.
Sejanus threw away his cloak and sat down in front of a wide low table, observing the surrounding environment with his peripheral vision. Some warriors from different schools, mortal attendants and scholars, two mementos, and a setting that is not out of the ordinary, with no space to hide conventional weapons, or force field generators that have no reason to appear...
At least better than Good outside the city. He smiled to himself in distress, relieving the tension in his heart.
Although it was difficult to detect, Tizca's psychic shield had been deployed, and Sejanus suspected that the people stationed in the countryside outside the city were not ordinary residents.
These subtle signs made him even suspect for a time that he should not come to the surface with wishes, but should be in orbit towards Prospero's neat and bright buildings, lush forests and blue bays. Drop precision laser strikes and thermonuclear weapons.
"I visit Prospero in the name of Horus Luperkar, the father of genes. Lord Amon, don't I still have the right to talk to Lord Magnus?" He lowered his voice. Said, "What we are going to talk about is the Emperor's decision on the fate of the Sun of Thousand Dusts. I come here with sincerity."
"We also have sincerity and allow the Luna Wolf fleet to approach Pros. Perot's orbit. In fact, we don't understand why our fate will be judged, and we can't understand the 'punishment' you mentioned. Your arrival makes us angry, and I even have to appease the citizens of Tizca. , let them not be angry for your slander."
Amon said, without a helmet, his hair and skin were as faded as parchment that had been exposed to the sun.
"You can argue, but it would be pointless to pretend that nothing happened. The Emperor will not arbitrarily pass judgment on an entire Legion. You should know that the Primarch Magnus is a beloved son of the Emperor. Without far-reaching consequences and serious faults, the Emperor would not easily order action against his beloved Primarch
"And we are willing to help you, and in this process, I still hope to see your origins. Body, Amon, even if you really stay out of the matter, it is impossible for the empire's unparalleled psychic master to be ignorant of the matter. ”
“You can’t see him anymore, Sejanus. "Amon opened his mouth and answered quietly.
"What does this mean? "Sejanus asked patiently, listening to the small sounds in the quiet environment around him. Ahriman once told him that in this state, his etheric light was as hard and convergent as the moon's half.
"This means that Magnus has left us. said the former Primarch's Acolyte, "This means that the Primarch you seek to accuse has passed away. What else do you want to take from the frightened and bewildered Prospero, what else do you want to take away from the Tizcan people who weep bitterly for the departure of their monarch and know nothing about the future and the past, Luna Wolf? We have nothing left to give. ”
(End of this chapter)