Chapter 24 Some Pear Blossoms with Rain Ventris Literature
“No——!!!”
The home world is burning.
The clear water of Hera Falls is now filled with blood and pieces of flesh.
The dark green fir forest fell gradually with flames and smoke, covering the ruins of the Primarch's temple.
"I'm sorry..."
Macragge gradually became smaller, farther away, blurred in the spacecraft's window, and disappeared into the dark and boundless universe.
The golden door opened, and pink and purple clouds floated in the sky dyed red by the sunset.
The crackling sound of torches on the high walls of Hera's Fortress is a footnote to the nightingale's singing voice.
"Those dark reflections of our glory, find them and destroy them."
"The Emperor is with you, die beautifully. Uriel, Pasanius."
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"Huh...haaaa...!!"< br>
Uriel Ventris woke up from a suffocating nightmare of memory.
The Ultramarine had stars in his eyes, gasping for air, the metallic taste of his own blood still lingering on the bottom of his tongue. The hearts and lungs of the first four company commanders were working hard, but this did not alleviate much of the pain. Normal dizziness.
The aftertaste of the disgusting pulling sensation from the bottom of his stomach to his lower abdomen made him want to arch his body and vomit.
The range of movement of Ventris' body was blocked by something. He couldn't move - he was tightly restrained.
After realizing this, despite his extremely poor condition, the fighting instinct accumulated over two hundred years immediately took over some of his muscles. He tried to move and found that he was tied very professionally. Obviously It's a tactic used against Space Marines.
Ventris blinked hard so that he could have a rough idea of his situation.
He was lying in a featureless room. The lighting on the ceiling was cold white light. The walls and floor were made of unpainted steel. In the center of the room, there were two pictures without any extra items. He was lying on one of the iron beds—or, more appropriately, iron operating tables, covered in scars and shackles.
Due to the continuous dizziness, his vision was not clear. The smell of fresh wound medicine and disinfectant penetrated his nasal cavity. Ventris identified several medicines commonly used by Astartes pharmacists, which diluted some of them. There was a disgusting aftertaste of corpse odor and a sense of doubt, but on the other hand, he felt that he smelled a vague and disturbing smell of incense. His memory and olfactory nerve still remembered that this was the Tzeentch sect that he had annihilated. What cultists love to use - it seems to be a little different.
The terrible cold experience of being exposed to the circulating air all over his body also told him that his power armor had also been stripped off.
Ventris turned his head on the iron operating table and looked into the eyes of Pasanius, who was very pale.
"...How do you feel? My friend."
The blond and haggard former sergeant seemed to have just woken up. He turned his eyes blankly to his company commander who was speaking. direction.
His lips moved and his voice was weak, sounding like he was about to spit out, "It's not good, Uriel, it's not good. Where are we?"
Ventris shook. Shaking his head, "I don't know. Although this doesn't seem to be a ship of the empire's enemies, I don't think these shackles are a way of hospitality."
Pasanius muttered, "I thought we were going to get hung up there by that demon until it turned into some barbecue. My head is still spinning to this day, and this isn't quite right."
"Me too. Relax, I Brother, someone should come to check on our situation soon. Maybe we can explain some misunderstandings by then."
Uriel tried his best to comfort Pasanius, while inevitably explaining the situation. His eyes focused on the new wounds on his body and the silver arm. His loyal battle brother shook his head and tried to move his joints at the same time, "I hope so. They tied it really well. No one even treated me like this in Macragge's cell."< br>
There was sudden movement at the door of this undecorated iron room.
The first four captains of the Ultramarines chapter saw the former four consecutive champions inadvertently raise their heads from his haggard and useless struggle.
Pasanius's breathing became heavy, and then suddenly condensed. The sergeant's eyes were suddenly fixed in the direction of the door - and then he let out a wailing cry - or something similar - and then heavily He knelt his forehead as hard as he could on the bed.
"Please forgive me..."
Ventris shuddered at the strangeness of Pasanius' soul that now occupied him in his body like a collapsed mountain.
What is that? What's there? What is that? What kind of power instantly destroyed the desperate soul of his soldier who was in pain and longing for comfort?
He slowly turned his head.
Uriel Ventris's gray pupils were dilated with extreme shock and such intense ecstasy that he had never experienced in his life.
Then he also let out a cry of joy from deep in his chest, and his tears fell uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes.
"The Emperor..."
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Destiny Steel
Temporary Confinement Room
Julius and Parogov stand in the prison At the door of the room, there were four brothers guarding behind him.
Before they came in, the think tank apprentices carefully released a little psychic power to wrap themselves and Parogov. A shallow light appeared on the surface of their power armor from time to time. As a precautionary measure, the lake-blue electric crown of thorns surrounded them again. on his forehead.
The newcomers carefully looked at the two "Ultramarines" whose style of painting suddenly became abnormal - until there was no more suitable name, they decided to call each other that way.
The two suspected traitorous Astartes brought by the demon engine now turned their heads in the direction of the visitor, facing the door, sobbing with tears in their eyes.
Julius, who became the center of attention, stopped, considered for a moment, and took another step forward.
The big Astartes, with suspicious silver arms and a body covered with scars and scratches, began to mutter a prayer to Julius, who was glowing all over. They all heard him praying. Confessing all the smallest sins he ever committed.
While the other one looked perhaps a little calmer, Julius turned his gaze to the dark-haired Space Marine.
Oh, well, he was wrong, this one was probably just delayed for a while, and he didn't look very calm either.
Julius swore that he had never seen an Astartes who had undergone nineteen surgeries release his emotions so fully and fully - yes, this senior cousin was the most powerful person in their group. The young boy burst into tears in front of him.
My throne, this look of crying so hard that even the eyelashes are stained with tears is really too much for a veteran with two gold nails on his forehead and scars from glorious battles all over his body...
< br>Should he leave silently at this moment, leaving them with some final dignity?
Julius was very nervous. Julius dug his toes into the ground and Julius did not dare to speak.
OK.
See you tomorrow!
(The title is definitely not written because I can’t think of anything to write)
Also, tomorrow is Honso’s round (no?)
(End of this chapter)