Chapter 475 Civil War of the Word
“You are approved,” his brother monk said to him, holding the cross in his palm, making it difficult to tell to whom he was praying. "We are approved, brother Narek. Aurelion hears the voice of the God-Emperor."
Narik was silent, staring at Elias who fell in front of him, his The pride and enthusiasm disappeared from this fanatical believer, and even the sarcasm and hostility in the usual contradictions disappeared.
Right here, in front of the Wanderer’s Temple, where Elias once stood proudly, this Harhabat fell in a pool of blood in an awkward posture, and after breaking The bones of his hands were twisted behind him, and his body was twisted like a salamander. The weak breath stirred up the pool of blood under him, and the ripples floated and burst like blood-red pus bubbles. A small sound poked Narek's eardrums.
“We can fight back as they once attacked us, Narek,” the monk beside him said with a hint of joy in his piety, “We can truly expose the humiliation as they called us. Their stupidity. And then there are those who betrayed us, the traitors to the Muristan Creed."
Narek's heart clenched in shock and worry, and his chest seemed to be sealed by bone plates, making every breath filled with crackling pain.
"Do you know what you are talking about?" he asked softly, "What is - like them?"
"Or, more than them." The monk changed obediently At his words, he raised his bolter and pointed the muzzle at Harhabat on the ground.
He turned his head, his face covered with scars, and his once peaceful eyes were full of hatred, "We were allowed. The kindness we pursued was ultimately rejected by Aurelion and our The Father recognized it, and Harhabaite—during those confused days, they self-righteously trampled the latest laws of the God Emperor."
"The mercy we pursue? (Mercy?)"< br>
"For mercy within our control. (Atourmercy.)"
The monk pulled the trigger, and Battusa Narek stared at Elias, swallowing the tight shiver and clog in his throat , and then he heard gunshots. Elias became broken, like a pile of black and red residue, bitten and swallowed by bloodless teeth.
His stomach curled up in the mixed smell of blood and sesame oil. These residues stung him and polished the thoughts that were about to come out of his mind, just like the hard and strong smell in the dusty sky of Colchis. The manic wind and sand that wears away a person's flesh and blood, painfully exposes something deep in his heart.
He took a breath, his skin shrinking from the cold air under his robe.
“Aurelion has indeed received enlightenment,” he said softly. “Infinite killing nourishes the enemy, but only traitors still need to be excommunicated.” Aurelion said that the final enlightenment he received made him understand that this Order to Prospero"
"But Aurelion also realizes that this is also a warning to him and the God-Emperor's tolerance - because many of the Harhabat are traitors to the first half of our latest teachings," the monk brother replied, incomplete The imperfect lips curled into a grin, then quickly subsided, "Therefore, we will once again become those who fulfill the Word, Narek. We will be favored again. We will be proven right."
He paused for a moment. , getting a kind of joy that must be hidden from killing and destruction.
"Okay, Narek." The monk comforted helplessly, "I know you don't want to accept the death of a former companion, even if we are divided into two and disagree with each other. However, Aurelion walked out of the Holy Didn't he take action against Elias himself? This was also the decision of our genetic father."
"Really?" Narek said. His questions echoed in the corridor, like a drop of water sinking into a deep pool of silence. The sound gradually spread, and even though it continued to weaken, Narek still felt that it was spreading to the outside of the Rhythm of Faith, flowing out of the armor plate along the metal frame, and going deep into the silence of the outer asteroid belt.
There, the final civil war among the Word Bearers was unfolding: those Harhabat who had killed the most were executed by Aurelion, as were Mulistan who expressed resistance or doubt.
It was only then that all of them discovered that Aurelion seemed to know how many dead souls that should or should not be stained on each of their bloody hands.
It was only at this time that they confirmed that Aurelion no longer seemed to care about any of them individually - only the purity of the creed needed to be maintained, and only the effectiveness of the army as a whole deserved attention.
"What puzzles you, Narek?" the monk said, looking at him encouragingly.
For a moment, Narek didn’t want to say anything. He wanted to be immersed in the silence and let time pass by him. He wanted to see Daniel again, or go back to Ai Rui a year ago. Bass slew him before he set out for Ullanor...O Daniel, some of us who are proud of the piety thought that his fault had brought disgrace to Muristan.
Then he came to his senses.
"You know what I'm thinking, brother, you just don't want to admit it, just like I refuse to look at it," Narek said. The inner creed that really supports their actions is exactly the same as that of Muristan. We are all the same kind of people, immersed in the same kind of pride and self-proclaimed determination..."
The monk eagerly raised his hands. Beside him, he still held the bolter in one hand and the cross in the other.
"You shouldn't say that. We persisted until today and saw the real dawn, Narek! How could you suddenly change at this time? If we were exactly the same as them, I would have been there long ago I've been among them these days -"
"No, brother, no." Narek said, a warm current falling gently down his back, and he realized that the breath brought him. The air flow returned to his lungs, "The dawn you are looking forward to is the same kind of glory. This is the reason why most people in Halhabat and Muristan insist on their creed... They happened to win before, Now you happen to win.”
Narek smiled, squatted down, reached out and plucked the fragments of Elias, and there was a scarlet stickiness on his hand. His smile widened.
"Just like I must admit, I don't want to pray for the dead person in front of us according to Mullistan's teachings at all. I hate him, and so do you, but you even have to hide your smile... Yes, I even doubted it just now Why did Daniel invite me to join Muristan, brother, otherwise I would not be here now."
After speaking, he raised his head and stared at the monk beside him, "Let me think about it myself. Think about it, brother, I'll figure it all out. I'll become a real Muristan, what do you think?"
The monk's eyebrows were still raised from Narek's obvious heresy. And tightening, as if to prove Narek's arbitrary and biased, he took the initiative to put down the bolt gun, and patted Narek's shoulder affectionately with the hand holding the cross: "As long as you can figure it out. From now on, we Still a brother of the Word Bearers"
"Of course," Narek said. The thought that had been lingering for a long time gathered into a flickering point of light, and the light points gathered into a cluster of bright candles.
He watched the monk disappear from the end of his field of vision and left towards the end of the dark corridor. It was already dark and dark there, and maybe there were still a few electric candles burning, distant and subtle, that could be extinguished by the next gust of wind at any time. But most places are dark from the start, but they rarely notice.
Bartusa Narek shook his head and listened to the subtle sounds until everything around him was silent. He nodded to the Harhabite on the ground, stood up, and quietly left along another road.
Gradually, he started running, his footsteps echoing in the background of distant noises that sounded and faded. He passed through the gate, crossed the shuttle, passed countless prayer rooms, hermitages, and power rooms. He nodded slightly to the massacres and massacres he met along the way, and left as if nothing had happened, letting them confirm that he was on an urgent mission.
He went to the navigation hall once, grabbed a young navigator, and told him that there was a mission that was doomed to fail but must be completed. He knew full well that the navigator followed him because of the bolt gun. against his chest. He arrived at the hangar, giving vague orders to unsuspecting mortals to let him pass, even taking a small crew with him. He scanned their faces, assessed their characters and their reasons for being exiled from this internal carnage, and led them into a small boat.
He told them that he was going on a special mission for Muristan and left the grim-faced men with the rudder stock pulled and the hangar door open for them Open, beyond Aurelion's sight, deep among the stars beyond.
"But where are we escaping to, my lord?" one of the crew members asked with deep fear, looking at the vast starry sky in front of him and glancing very quickly at the navigator who was blocking his third eye.
"Escape," Narek said, breaking the silence, "a good word. Yes, we are running away, and your judgment was spot on. What can you see now, Mireille?"
The navigator kept shaking his head, "The light of the star torch is very blurry, my lord..."
"Can't you see Prospero?"
"That - too difficult Sir, I can't promise to complete your mission. The waves in the subspace have not calmed down at all. Maybe it's not too late for us to return to the flagship. We all heard that you won in the end. If we go back now, Aurelion will not know that we are leaving. Passed. Otherwise..."
The tremors caused by the torpedo blasting the ship outside the window made the people inside the ship tremble.
"There is no 'otherwise'," Narek said. "I must tell those who will face the disaster what happened among the Word Bearers. Even if it is the God-Emperor's decree... I believe that the God-Emperor has already He is no longer the same person. You can think that I am full of nonsense, speculative words, and blasphemy. I don’t care what you think. I just want you to care about your own life. Do you understand what I mean?”
He used this title sarcastically.
"I'll give it a try," the navigator said quickly, having to use his psychic abilities to explore the limits of the power he possessed. It is true that they do not have to rely on the Star Torch to guide the way forward, but losing that lighthouse will only greatly increase their physical and mental exhaustion until they reach the edge of the range that their subspace eyes can see.
"The subspace environment here is really not something I can identify. If we go to Prospero, we may - we will definitely get lost on the other side of the veil. It is impossible for me to complete such a long jump. , Sir, no one can do it, this is not a question of whether I am willing..."
"Then where else can we go, Terra? Mars? The Moon?"
"I don't know, sir, there are some unusual whirlpools around here. I don't quite understand. There seem to be some things that have never been discovered here. The entrances mentioned, the subspace currents run against them, and I'm worried that we will fall into them... I don't know what will happen, this kind of spiral vortex has never been mentioned in my teachings..."
The navigator's words came to an abrupt end when the battleship's sudden earthquake threw him to the table. Flames suddenly bombarded the ship's shell, and the burst of energy brought countless warnings that suddenly popped up.
"Go!" Narek shouted, "No matter where you are going, go! Someone must leave!"
——
This is Terra. Ahriman thought that the scene of the throne world was approaching him, but what really grabbed him was not the scene of the real universe, but the terrible darkness coiling in his psychic vision.
Every dark mark is a ravine surging with the storm of hatred. The penetrating holes filled with holes are waiting to swallow up the entire world from the inside out. At that time, the fire of death will be raging. If it ignites, the Milky Way will evaporate into non-existent ashes and debris.
No one in the ship spoke, but everyone heard the struggle and shock of each other's thoughts. They looked at each other, shocked by the stark darkness Terra had revealed to them.
"Do you feel it?" Fusistaka asked.
"Yes..." Barak replied tremblingly, their eyes intersecting closely, "Obviously."
Hathor Maat raised his head, blinked hard, and gritted his teeth stubbornly.
"Those whirlpools..." Ahriman said slowly, feeling the space squeezing in around him, compressing his blood vessels. The darkness tore at his body, and he braced himself on the edge of the table.
"Father's power is there," he continued, panting softly, the uncontrollable scream trembling in his throat as a thin whimper, "his rune is where the vortex opens. In every entrance, we recognize his... embers. What remains of his work..."
So close, so close, the mark of Magnus is there. surges around them, and time flows stinging through the veins like shattered ice.
"Focus on Terra," Vhistaka's teeth chattered.
Those vortices were almost entirely covered and blocked by darkness alone, but they could feel the remaining scratches of Magnus burning uninterrupted on the other side of the darkness. And the deepest part of the darkness is the only place where the red fire is the brightest.
“We are right,” Hathor lowered his head again and stared at his companions. “I have an intuition that it is him—his ashes are behind the curtain of the throne. Ah Zach, we have to go to the other side and the Emperor..."
When the term blurted out, a huge cold terror froze the teeth of the Bright Feather Temple lecturer, and the Suns of Thousand Dusts talked to each other. Surrounded in one place, they were instantly ready for battle.
But there was only a radio wave coming here, coming from the Terra Control Tower.
A flashing signal appeared above the control panel in the cabin.
The Ray was allowed to enter orbit around Terra.
(End of this chapter)