Chapter 487 Exodus
Prospero will be the grave of the Fifteenth Legion, at least their grave in the past.
Ctesias thought nonchalantly as he nodded with the Iron Warriors who hurried to the top floor of the Great Library and entered and exited here.
He was waiting outside the door, which was open. Looking inside, he could see several temple lecturers from the 15th Legion sitting together, most of them sitting in the usual order of discussing Taoism. The lecturer of the Fire Phoenix School was absent-minded, and he had been so since he knew that his pyramid was destroyed. The seat of the Black Crow was still vacant, Azhak Ahriman came to the first place, but he did not sit down.
On the opposite side of the Thousand Dust Sun are strange war blacksmiths, none of which Ctesias has ever met. Kaidomo Frix's armor was taken away as a relic by the Iron Warriors themselves. Ahriman watched the whole process, the whole thing reflected in his eyes, and he did not interfere.
Ctesias moved slightly and scanned the dark traces left by the ashes on the ground that made the lecturers feel like they were facing a formidable enemy. They all felt that this was the mark left by the Dark Lord, but Azak Ahriman warned them not to ignore the other force that was standing in the way - even if it left no trace.
“A cunning and changeable force has set its sights on us, wanting us to be separated and in pain.” Ahriman said this.
One of the Iron Warriors answered him, "I have seen the suffering of your people here," his sadness was restrained but still clear, "I have also seen that the current empire cannot tolerate your existence. Here. Although we have a fortress, the castle cannot resist forever."
"You have returned from Terra, so are there any other legions that intend to participate in the battle?" asked another war blacksmith.
"Any legion may obey the emperor's will, and the most ready to do so is the seventeenth legion." Ahriman replied, "Besides, the more loyal you are to the throne, the more loyal you are to us. Enemy.”
He paused, "If you want to get rid of suspicion in front of the throne, you can also tell the empire that you are under the control of the Sky Owl. Iron Warriors, you have done enough."
"No more. The oath cannot solve the fact that the Fourth Legion has hidden 30,000 Astartes, not to mention that we have heard enough that the choice between the Iron Warriors and our Gene Father has been doubted in the Imperium of Mankind. Don’t say this anymore, Lord Ahriman.”
Ahriman looked at him and then nodded. He was about to speak when he narrowed his eyes and looked at the passage guarded by Ctesias.
Here, some red shadows are coming up from the winding stairs, with hurried and urgent steps. The color of their armor was once bright, but now it has been dulled by the unpleasant battle, like a dried blood-red shell. The scarabs on their chests are slightly reflective.
"Azhak Ahriman, we are here." A vicissitudes of voice entered among them, and every word seemed to fall from a parchment that was constantly falling with debris. Amon appeared in the corridor along the steps, and the staff in his hand made a hollow echo in the corridor.
"Amon," Ahriman nodded, "Come on, I am about to say what I will do next."
"Defeat the Moon Wolf?" A slight anger flashed in Amon's eyes The light looked like the Moon Wolf was being crushed between his teeth.
“That’s not the case,” Ahriman raised his hand to invite him in. “Even if we kill all the wolves of the Sixteenth Legion, what will it do? Without the Luna Wolves, we will have to There are Space Wolves. The one on the throne is no longer the emperor we know, but not many people know."
Amon looked at him: "So, what are your intentions when you come back. , our chief? Our hatred is inextricable: between us and the Luna Wolves, between Prospero and Corsonia, between our dead and the Empire of Man."
In his hands. The clenched staff gently fell to the ground again, and a cluster of dust fell.
Ahriman put down his hand and placed his palm on the top of his helmet on the table: "I will take our people away, Amon. I will lead the Prospero people out of the shadow of the empire, into the wilderness, into In the Milky Way, go to a no-man’s land, a place that is enough to protect the Prospero people in troubled times.”
“Azhak——”
“We are warriors. Psykers are the sorcerers in mortal eyes. We are the ones who can truly stand up to the Empire, and we are the ones who should bear this responsibility. Our people, the Prosperos, have endured enough. This is the Guardian. A dereliction of duty..."
"I can't let Prospero be destroyed before my eyes, Azak," Amon said, a hint of psychic energy ringing in his voice.
His voice echoed in a scale beyond the boundaries of the Great Library, gently sweeping over the Great Tizca. His face turned even paler, both from anger and from being spiritually imprisoned.
He continued: "If you want to leave our home behind, leave the legacy of Magnus behind, and let us ride on an ark of salvation and never return, then I can only refuse you, Ali. Man. You know what this means."
"No one can leave home," Ahriman said softly, "but there is still a way for us. There is no need to abandon Prospero and go away."
"What way?"
"Amon, why don't we take our hometown and leave together? Luo crosses the torrent of subspace and goes to the frontier far away from the center of the empire. We only need to give up our strength and imagination, we need to shoulder it."
Amon was stunned.
"Then how can we do it, Azak? Who can take the entire planet and the millions of our remaining creatures to the far end of the galaxy? What's more, where can we go? Where in the holy territory of this empire? Is there a stable shelter?”
His voice trembled slightly again, even though he asked urgently, he was already moved by Ahriman.
Are we really going to let everyone bleed to the last drop of blood in order to protect Prospero? Of the Luna Wolves, and of all the Prosperos?
Perhaps people are willing, and Amon was also willing once, until the hope of regaining peace suddenly lit up slightly in Ahriman's words.
“As long as we shed enough blood, it will be enough to carry our home.”
Azak Ahriman said calmly, with a cold voice: "There is no lack of power in our 'ka'. This torrent is even enough to carry... the rebirth of a powerful entity. Then, we will take our home away Why not?"
The senior generals below looked over one after another. There was no ambiguity in Ahriman's words. Even the Iron Warriors could understand what Ahriman meant. It was precisely because of this that they were surprised.
"If my father were here, he alone could summon a star. We cannot compare with him, so we have to settle for less."
Ahriman's voice gradually gained a sense of urgency. Calm majesty.
“The technique is described in the "Book of Magnus" written by my father. I have brought this book back. This is undoubtedly the moment when the secret technique must be used.
"And isn't the required power in our souls? Our more than 20,000 remaining warlocks are more than enough to take Prospero to the edge of the galaxy.
“We will be united as one, with all our minds condensed into one idea, wrapping our Prospero and acting as an artificial Geller field. We are all excellent psykers, and it will be easy to navigate once the warp storm has cleared. "
In Ahriman's words, Amon finally stepped into the room. He paused for a moment beside the black crow, and then sat down.
More than a hundred years ago, he had He solemnly handed over the position of Black Crow Lecturer to his most outstanding student. Ritual, status and power are closely related in mysticism. Now he is back to his former position, looking up at Azak Ahriman standing at the top, as if he is in prison. Remember his appearance at this time. "I can serve as the host of the ceremony, if you don't have the confidence and ability. Ahriman continued, "Is there anyone among us who does not want to participate in the ceremony?" ”
"Even if you ask every Sun of the Thousand Dusts one by one, you won't get a negative answer." The leader of Tianxiao School answered. His eyes seemed to be enough to cut open a person's outer skin and see the soul itself. shape.
A few people from the Iron Warriors watched all this silently. One of them seemed to remember something and moved his fingers hesitantly on the table.
"Do you have anything to say, Your Excellency?" Ahriman asked.
"Have you decided where to go?" the war blacksmith stood up and said.
"There still needs to be some discussion. I have selected several expansion areas. We may face more disasters, but we no longer need to fight against the empire."
"No need." The standing Iron Warrior said, "I heard that there is an area where human life has been stable and peaceful for a long time. It is a legal ally of the Empire, regards Chaos as the enemy, and is especially friends with us Iron Warriors. If you are nowhere to be found, If you can go, take Prospero there, their kindness will not be rejected."
"Please tell me."
The Iron Warrior nodded: "The Human Federation, Inte. Rex."
Ahriman thought for a moment and nodded first: "I agree with your idea. If the Iron Warriors are willing to take Prospero in, I will no longer resist on behalf of anyone else. Any other ideas, my brothers?”
“I can’t think of a better place to go,” Fusistaka said, and Tubek next to him smiled tiredly, “I agree. ”
The remaining Suns of Thousand Dusts expressed their approval in their own ways.
The generals of the Iron Warriors looked at each other and nodded quickly one by one.
“We can’t make a promise on behalf of our father,” one of them said, “but we can never reject the son of his best friend on behalf of our father. Besides, I believe you... just accept us for your sake. These days, warriors."
Amon took a deep breath, counted the time, and prepared to leave in a hurry: "Then, it's decided when you confirm the feasibility of the ceremony. Call me again, Azhak."
He took time out from the command to come here, always worrying about the battle situation on the front line of the fortress. What if in this short period of time, the Luna Wolves penetrated Valperin Fortress and entered Sanctuary Mountain? He couldn't accept it.
"No," Ahriman lowered his eyes and looked at the table covered with a long cloth, "Before that, there is another ceremony that needs to be prepared... Let's go to guard the defense line first, and each of them must organize the warriors from their respective schools. , inform everyone to prepare for our...exiting ceremony. After I have verified another ceremony that must be carried out first, I will come to you alone with the calculation results, Amon."
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Eulanius Persson watched Morse send the ashes left by Erda into the howling wind. Soon after, he still pinched the cross on his chest and turned his head away.
The other people present did not move. John Grammaticus raised his eyebrows and waved goodbye to his old boss. These immortals will always have to say goodbye to the world one day, and today is Erda's.
“Let’s talk about Erda’s last words,” Morse said softly, turned around, and walked into the cave under Waldo’s gaze and acquiescence. "What did Erda mean when she said that the Emperor came to Moro to find a successor, and then he was changed by the warp? She emphasized that he saw a 'him' in Moro, who was that?"
Eulanius was the man whom the Emperor asked Constantine Waldo to wait for. This was beyond Morse's expectation, but it was not beyond his understanding. No one knows what revelations the Emperor received on the days when he issued his final orders. They can only pursue his pace as always and complain about doing the part they are willing to complete.
Or shook his head, then nodded hesitantly.
“When we came to Moro, I think Neos actually received some guidance... He didn’t tell anyone else, not even Erda, but I did know some details.”
"He had nothing at all at that time, except for some fantastic ideas," Orr smiled nostalgically, "What did he have to inherit? What's more, he was immortal?
"So, When he mentioned this, I knew immediately that he had seen the shadow again. ”
"Shadow?"
"Shadow on the cave," Orr sighed. "This is the origin of this metaphor in human history.
"Nios had seen the shadow on the dark cave a long time ago, but he had not seen the real thing. At that time, he thought shadows were real things... He asked me when he was in Nineveh. I had not seen what he saw, and he knew that those shadows only spoke to him. "
"After a long time, he asked me this question again. I learned that he came into contact with witchcraft out of curiosity, or in today's terms, he explored the subspace. "
Perturabo frowned. Morse tilted his head towards him, "This is your father's courage. ”
Orr continued helplessly, "He confirmed that they were projections from the subspace, but he never found their main body. His trust in the subspace may also have something to do with this, Remus... Just like you sent it for him As written in the letter, he believes that there must be other beings outside the universe to guide us and protect us...I believe that there are some beings with good intentions in their hearts."
"He didn't tell me," Morse said. Cross your arms over your chest.
"He is a man of few words, you know." Orr defended the emperor, "I have only heard him mention these two times. But I can be sure that he came here to meet those shadows. Related. I also believe that he saw the truth of it here and had more exchanges... At least before that, although he knew about the webway, he didn't care about it so much."
"After that. ?”
“Like you, Remus, we parted ways later, and I didn’t hear anything more.” Orr said, reaching out and touching the blood-stained cave wall. Fresh traces of battle extend all the way, thanks to Constantine and Erda.
"I knew it once," Constantine said dryly, glancing at Perturabo. "In the laboratory where you were born."
"Oh?" Morse prompted him to continue.
“The master said that the creation in the cultivation cabin spoke to him,” Constantine looked unhappy. “After that, the master announced that he would leave a palace for you in the palace. Primarch. And naming. He said that you have proved that you are not only a tool, but also a container. I am sure that this is the same thing as Pesson."
(End of this chapter)