Chapter 477 Change Spirit
"Your will has been conveyed, Captain Amon." Saijanus said, sitting on one side of the long table, his hands gently folded, "Terra has heard it All our Star Language lacks is a response. I believe you will get the answer you have been waiting for, and we will not become enemies."
"I hope so, Sejanus," Amon said in a low tone, "I look forward to a peaceful future, and I don't want anyone to destroy it. We already have the hope of long-term peace."
"Next, I think I can Return to orbit and wait for answers with you."
"Or stay here until we hear from the Emperor."
Sejanus tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his eyes reflecting a sharp light, "It sounds like your prediction of the answer is not optimistic, Sun of a Thousand Dusts."
A Meng looked at him and did not deny it. "I'm sorry, Commander. I would like to assure you that, for the sake of your friendship with us, Prospero would never harm a messenger."
"Is this - a confession of guilt? "
"I hope it isn't, but I have to think about our home planet."
"Detaining me will not stop our pack of wolves."
"Then let peace continue for even one more day, Commander." Amon said, "Without the Luna Wolves, I'm afraid there would be a second legion coming here to start the war. I once didn't want to believe it, but Magnus Tell me there is no need to worry about the future of the City of Light. Now," he took a deep breath, "I don't want to admit that he is wrong.
"If the Emperor gives Prospero a clean slate, I will." I will apologize for what happened today, and the Luna Wolves will be compensated, whatever you want, honorable Sejanus. On a personal note, I thank you for everything you have done for us. "
Xinyue shook her head slightly: "I didn't do anything. This was never a negotiation between us. "
"Because it all depends on the emperor's will, and the entire human empire has always been like this. "Amon said softly. "Our thoughts may be able to influence temporary turmoil, but all power is the only one in the end. You and I know this. ”
For a while, they looked at each other, waiting for the Astropath’s reply.
The fleets in orbit and the psykers at the ground communication tower stations are waiting for a distant signal, hoping to capture the fragments flying here along the ocean currents.
But they were wrong. In fact, when it really comes, it does not require any transit. It is grand and deep-seated. It instantly expands from the existence of subspace to the present world. It rings the air of Prospero like a big bell and burns invisible above the City of Light until a dripping star is hollowed out. The black sun hole of fallen lava hangs in the non-material world, coating Prospero in everyone's senses with a layer of dimness after the sun is on the verge of extinction——
+Prospero will surely be burned. +
The Emperor's sentence echoed cruelly through the bones, and the darkness swept away all the brilliance of Tizca, making everything fade in an instant.
Hasta Sejanus jumped up from the table immediately, and the other Luna Wolves did the same. The bolters in their hands were aimed at their respective targets in an orderly manner, and the Sun of Thousand Dusts The psychic light on one side flashed away, and several warriors screamed in pain and fell to the ground at the first moment of using their psychic powers, covering the blood that overflowed from their ears.
"Please," Amon shouted.
In the shocked eyes of Sejanus, a group of Iron Warriors filed in, heavy firepower brewing in the barrels, waiting for the moment of roaring and roaring.
"I'm sorry, Your Excellency," a dull low sound came from the helmet, "we did not want you to fulfill...the Emperor's mission. I believe that is not the right thing to do."
Sejanus looked at the unfamiliar yellow and black iron warriors and took a step back.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I want to confirm again, are you inviting the Luna Wolves to defy the Emperor's call?"
"For truth and peace, yes."
"That is not true, warriors. We are the Emperor's warriors, protected by the Emperor, and sworn to follow his orders. Since there is no longer any There is a possibility of misinformation. Since we have all heard the angry words spoken by the Emperor himself, why would the Luna Wolves be tempted by your despicable pleas? "
Sejanus Replacement? The strange thing was that even though he was pointing guns at the other party, there was no anger in his heart. He felt himself shaking slightly.
"You can trap me in Prospero, but the Sixteenth Legion's attack will never be restrained. If you have this intention, then do it."
A Mon stared at him, "It is enough to prevent the commander of a legion from participating in the battle, respected Sejanus. Please follow the Iron Warriors to rest for a while."
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“Even if I don’t want to believe it, when I saw the Iron Warriors, I couldn’t help but doubt it. I am familiar with each of their war blacksmiths and reminiscences, and I can recognize them even through their helmets. They, the Luna Wolves and the Iron Warriors have never been hostile - so I recognize him, even if it makes me hard to believe it."
Sejanus sat at the table, staring outside through the window. long street. The Emperor's wrath took away every sparkling brilliance of Tizca, making everything gray and rough, containing some kind of primitive wildness.
The psychic runes originally intended to be here also had cracks under the influence, and could be erased with a single swipe of a finger, but he was still trapped in this room. Because the people guarding the door are Iron Warriors soldiers.
"Why can't you believe it? Because you don't believe in the Iron Warriors' choice?" Kalista asked, rubbing her temples tiredly. Not long after the memoirist got up from the hospital bed, she came here with her paper notebook.
Neither Legion had any intention of preventing the Memoirs from interviewing Sejanus, and they did not mind granting Sejanus as much of his needs as possible, short of returning to the Luna Wolves.
“Because Kaidomo Frix has been missing for nearly two hundred years, Kalista, I am very sure that he is on the missing list of the Iron Warriors, including other warriors I don’t recognize... "
"Is it the rumor about the Iron Warriors?"
"I'm afraid it's not just a rumor, or it has gone beyond the rumor...their numbers, their armaments. , and the timing of their appearance in Prospero. I don't want to think about what this means, Callista. You can mark this part, I think, since they allow you to come to me, they will not mind. You record all of this truthfully."
Memoir's pen moved quickly on the notebook, and Sejanus' mood became complicated. Maybe he was witnessing a historical narrative, and maybe this record would be better than him. I will live longer, and his blood will be spilled on the notes.
It was still hard for him to imagine what Magnus had done... However, the Luna Wolves would never disobey the Emperor's orders. Whether it's for the oath Horus made when he knelt before the Emperor, or for the situation of the Luna Wolves, who now lack the primarch, when facing the pressure from Terra... No, the Luna Wolves cannot withstand anything. An additional internal dispute. "Sir, I'm sorry that you are trapped here," Calista said softly, with a sad expression, "Sun of Thousand Dusts is sorry for you."
"It doesn't matter, I'll do it. Expect it when you get to the ground, Kalista, they seem prepared for war, though, I know none of us want to get into it - but I've seen the prospect of it, I guess."< br>
"Me too." Callista lowered her voice, like a soft exhale, floating in Sejanus's ears. "We all foresaw... Prospero's destruction, my lord. Perhaps this is the fate of the betrayer..."
"What do you know?" Sejanus turned his face and looked down at him. The memoirist in front of me felt uneasy about whatever she might say next.
The memoirist handed her the notebook in her hand and squeezed her fingers. There was a faint fire in her eyes, "In these days, Prospero's psychic talents have all entered a leaping path. Stream, we can't break away..."
In her notebook, the pictures of Prospero burning wildly outline the large blocks of darkness with rough and savage brushstrokes, and the fear hidden in them It is enough to burn a person's eyes. In addition, there are some blurry pictures, some one-eyed angels with broken bodies, strange wings composed of flying flames, performing illegal calculations in the tower with the help of balm...
Sejanus's heart cooled quietly at the scene he witnessed, "No," he murmured, "Red Magnus..."
"Wrong path," Ka Lista said, the light outlines her shadow that seems to be flying away at any time, "He is trapped, he has ruined many things, he has no way back, so he is broken... He has been defeated, but his The Legion is still resisting.”
Sejanus closed his eyes, feeling the light and shadow changing in front of him, and the shadows twisting and stretching. He frowned.
"So, what personal advice are you making to me...Memorialist?"
+I can take you back to the Vengeful Spirit, my lord,+Calista's eyes were straight Staring at him, the words of the mind rolled in the void's consciousness, + I am an undocumented psyker, but I have listened to some methods of using psionic powers. I can still call upon this power, my lord, and I believe this is the Emperor's favor, the Emperor's choice. The great God-Emperor has commanded me to lead your escape. Hastur Sejanus, please follow me back to the right path. +
Sejanus reopened his eyes and met Callista's gaze. He felt that there seemed to be some extraordinary magic in it. The flames lingered around the thin Memoir, surrounding him. Clusters of ash fell from the invisible wind.
This small room seems to have become an independent hall. The outside world cannot hear what is happening here, but their will seems to be approaching, and his soul is gradually being exposed...
< br>He dismissed his concern in this area and abandoned his over-perception of his innermost feelings.
"Give me my gun back," Hasta Sejanus said. "Let me see how far you can go."
+Of course, my lord,+Calista raised her eyebrows in delight, her fingers reached into the void, and she easily took out a bolter , hands handed to Sejanus. The latter felt the touch of his fingers on the handle and remained silent.
+Sir? +
“Wait a moment before we go out.” Sejanus pointed the muzzle of the gun in the direction of the door, “I need to say a few words to Frix first.”
Calista was stunned for a moment, then smiled, +Okay, sir. Listen to you. All you have to do is open the door. The War Blacksmith is guarding the door. +
Sejanus nodded to the Memoir and adjusted the bolter so that it could fire a lethal round at any moment.
He stood up, the linen robe Prospero had provided swaying gently in the windless room. He walked towards the door, leaving his back to Callista.
Calista imitated a raised eyebrow. It hesitated to choose and compare between different variables. Burnt pictures flew past the front of its consciousness, leading to different possibilities. Sexual leads burn. Finally, at this moment, it gestured like a gun and lit a cluster of flames on its fingertips.
At the far edge, it heard a sharp, burning laughter that jumped like tongues of fire, and expanded the flame at the tip of its borrowed finger - a bullet was ready to be fired.
Sejanus opened the door.
Two gunshots were fired.
The first gunshot came from Frix. The Iron Warrior's pupils shrank immediately, and he shot Kalista's hand, causing an explosion that destroyed the mortal bones and her wrist. A red and white broken flower bloomed.
The second gunshot came from Sejanus. The bomb whizzed through the air as the gunman turned sharply, hitting Kalista directly in the chest with a blurry afterimage. The thick blood that held the mortal body spurted out from the body of the former Remembrancer, splashing into a curtain like rain.
Then, Kalista fell backwards, blue flames squirming in the cracks in her body, Sejanus coldly added a second shot, her head suddenly exploded into A mixture of charred bone and soft matter. The blue flames twitched, gradually detached and peeled off from the damaged body, and dissipated in the air filled with large amounts of powder.
Sejanus lowered the hand holding the gun, exhaled, and faced the Iron Warriors again.
"It looks like something escaped your detection, Warsmith," he said. "It wants us to see each other as enemies."
"I'm sorry," Frix said, glaring at the wreckage. "I'll have Amon find someone who can still use psionics. Come and guard the door."
Sejanus blinked, "Okay - but what is our relationship now besides the enemy?"
"We are...the Legion? Cousin, fighting comrade," said Fricks, brushing his hand over the barrel of the gun.
Sejanus shook his head: "No, Kaidomo Frix."
He ignored Frix's surprise when he was recognized and continued:
"I don't care what crime the Sun of Thousand Dusts committed, nor am I curious about the fate of the titular dead person of the Iron Warriors. The doubts of the present day.
“I don’t even understand why there is still something to stir up in it, because it doesn’t make sense anymore.
"You are the traitors appointed by the Emperor, and we are the destroyers appointed by the Emperor. This is the only thing that must be certain... and the excess emotions in our hearts cannot change the Emperor's law. You understand me What do you mean, War Blacksmith? Just as you are grateful for my care, I am also grateful for... your mercy on me."
As soon as the words fell, the air froze.
They faced each other, an emotionless face facing an expressionless iron face.
Then, there were two more gunshots.
(End of this chapter)