Chapter 73 My brother can’t be like you
Destiny Steel
Hazy Starfield
Sailing
Early morning
Hall of Omens
"You...this...I...I...I don't understand, this is absolutely impossible! What on earth are you!...I can't accept it! I can't accept it...!"
Compared with the phantom that is the size of Magnus, the border collie that has walked to the center of the hall looks very small, because the Cyclops is one of the largest among the brothers.
But the black and white puppy was there firmly and solidly, the red giant holding his head, his ray of light becoming more and more blurred in front of the sheepdog, the outline shaking.
Magnus looked even more broken. If this was the image from a stereoscopic projector, Perturabo would tell his men to get a new one immediately.
Too bad he can't.
The bitterness in the Fourth Primarch's mouth had faded as he walked toward the shadow of his long-lost brother.
Perturabo even thought with some amusement, what an unreasonable and magical psychic power, even the historian did not record the secret code of a joke game that finally came into being ten thousand years later. It worked.
After all, who can believe that there is really a fool who can keep deceiving himself and others, writing down and keeping any insignificant traces of brotherhood that are worthless and not committed for ten thousand years.
The Lord of Steel knew very well that the essence of the soap bubble-like fragile existence in front of him was triggered by a series of agreed-upon coded spells. It was his brother, Magnus, who lived long ago. The echo of a fragment of true love that was preserved by a cherished person during a leisurely trip between two people.
Yes, "it" isn't even a fragment, just an echo of the past.
The dog looked at "it" a little pickyly. It was too fragile. Considering the part that still needs to be removed later, maybe it should be killed or replaced as soon as possible...
Magnus's Echo looked up.
"Is this, is this some kind of bad test? Or is my body sleeping in Tizca, and my spirit is in a dream? Ah... a dream... yes, a dream... ...Omen... Maybe this is the case... Have I sailed too far in the vast ocean again? "
The bright voice of the Red King is just like the Iron Lord's memory, full of violence and passion. The appearance of the impact is completely different, but deep in the subtle turns, one can hear a mixture of sadness for the eventual change of all things that can only be understood by those who have read poetry and books, and the arrogance that comes unconsciously after being proficient in multiple languages.
The Iron Lord finally couldn't help but sigh from somewhere deep in his furry chest.
We do have something in common, Perturabo thought. Although I really don’t want to admit it, it is indeed a creation of the same lineage. I really don’t know what he was thinking in his head at that time. ——Well-intentioned, frivolous and wanton.
The dog continued to type what he planned to say with his eyes towards the device, and the sound-producing device installed in the exquisite mechanical backpack on his back once again produced electronic sounds for him.
"This is the Iron Blood, which actually exists somewhere in the universe. This is not some kind of bad test, nor is it some omen or dream, nor is it your canoe drifting on the ocean. , Magnus."
"Then...what is this? You said this is the Iron Blood? But the Iron Blood is the flagship of my brother, the versatile Perturabo. ! How dare you claim that this is yours! My brother cannot be like you! "
The other party seemed to have finally regained some ability to think calmly, and the uncertain glow on the edge of the huge body gradually calmed down.
Faced with the four-legged alien who dared to confront a Primarch and pretend to be his brother, Magnus tried to use his best psychic attack again, but for some reason, the Aetherwind still had no response. .
“Don’t you know? You should know.” Primarch Bianmu said slowly, “The Great (MAGNUS) Crimson (THERED) King?”
“MAGNUSTHERED… ...MAGNUS...MAG...NUS...Holy...the most...ancient..."
A subtle trace of stress appears inside the huge crystal along the crystalline illusion refracted by the crystal. It is so It should be so natural that even when the supreme conspirators focused countless gazes on it, they did not feel that its appearance here had any sudden changes.
An indescribable enlightenment or realization suddenly flashed through the eyes of Magnus' shadow like the death flash of a star. He raised his arm and noticed for the first time that his hand was almost completely transparent. The same goes for his face and facial features. Through the lines on his palms, he saw the moon gradually fading on the wall of the hall behind him. It looked like a single eye staring at him and laughing at him. "Thoughts." Magnus's echo said thoughtfully, "thoughts. The residue of energy, or the imprint of some emotion, the projection of cognition, memory, soul. Not far apart, the same. - Although I am here, I am no longer here."
"Yes, my brother." Perturabo shook his head slightly, the tips of his ears trembling. The long snout forced him to keep shaking his head from side to side in order to see clearly the sad face of his brother's passing.
"Now do you know what you are?"
"I am...a blink of an eye in memory, the ruins of a destroyed ivory tower, the twisted white of the Broken One Daydream. I am——"
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Destiny Steel
Great Library
Most of the lights in the library have been adjusted to the darkest mode, only The reading lamp in one place still maintains bright light.
The number of stacked bookshelves in the shadows is too large, giving people the illusion of being as vast as a sea of stars. They create endless spirals around the shining lights of the borrowing area, casting themselves in the darkness. shadow.
Suddenly, the light of the desk lamp flickered.
The old man sitting behind the borrowing registration desk raised his head thoughtfully and looked in the "direction" of the Omen Hall.
"Almost perfect, but there is still one shortcoming."
He stretched out his palms, which were dimmed due to old age, and spread them out. There was a singularity being generated there, which could The etheric firestorm that instantly destroyed a galaxy began to take shape at that point.
The papyrus pages on the side trembled gently in the warm breeze of the library.
The comfortable reading chair's gentle wood grain with traces of time faded away, revealing the cold stone surface underneath, engraved with star formations and imprints that no one had known for a long time.
The Singularity Storm brings everything back to calm.
The old man slowly closed the book he was reading.
He sighed.
“Copying is too hard for me.”
Wrapped among the layers of tangled golden branches on the surface of the book cover is the scorching sun of Apollonia.
Gua.
I have seen some new plot developments in the Hammer game made by a certain guy. I can only say
To the extent that the game’s bold writing violates the basic world settings, my plot You are so serious
Originally, I was a little worried about the several development lines that I planned to arrange later
Now: Mao Tou Mao Wo Ri Ni Ma, what I wrote is really a drama (I am convinced)
I have been feeling dizzy these two days, the regent is really awesome, I integrated the world view and the main plot line and tried to Direct dizziness running in the brain【
(End of this chapter)