Chapter 80 Thinking brightly
The first thing is light.
It stands to reason that if you wear a power armor helmet, the eyepiece will keep the light entering your eyes in a suitable range.
But the supernatural sunlight still shone in from the empty window the moment he entered, dazzling Julius's eyes.
This pale golden warm light suddenly brought to mind some fragments that should have been stuffed into the deepest corners of his memory under training, hypnosis and surgery.
ice fields.
Bonfire.
Stories by the fire.
The old face of a mortal.
The sincere teachings, the loving trust, the warmth of the embrace, the roughness of the palms...the empire...betrayal...brothers...pain...children...death...together...giving up...darkness ...cold...falling...who grabbed...whose...hand...
...who...sigh...who...warms...hugs...who...
His senses were suddenly "expanded" to some unique form of existence, with unimaginable majestic power Filled with his limbs and bones, he can pass through the curtain of reality and magic, and a single blow from him can destroy a star——
Stars float beside him, and he slowly passes by. The blazing nebula incubating countless tentacles, the thin clouds of cosmic dust brushing against his body like mist, the dying stars in the galaxy are feebly shining on the last life on the frozen planet——
In the void Some kind of giant creature screamed at him.
Julius blinked, was it... a whale...?
A thought suddenly illuminated his mind like lightning: But I am on the Destiny Steel——
The feeling of being grounded is back.
Julius's eyes gradually adapted to the sunlight. He stood there and looked around the office he entered holding his weapon tightly.
The room was quiet, and there was no one behind the two desks.
The chapter leader's desk in the center reflects the slanting sunlight, and a half-drunk cup of cinnamon milk-foamed Reca coffee is still steaming.
He looked at Elder Khadomo's desk again. Astartes' strengthened eyeballs and optic nerves clearly told him through the magnification of the eyepieces that the ink of the smooth letters on the parchment had not completely dried. Dauntless never left the table for more than forty-five standard Terra seconds.
But with the sound-capturing ability of Lyman's Ear and the fearless speed and weight of the Contemptor, it is absolutely impossible for even Elder Khadomo to complete the "nothing" in forty-five standard Terran seconds. Leaving the table without moving, running into a nearby room, closing the door and continuing without any movement."
Julius's muscles all tensed up, and he put his finger on the force field button of the scepter.
Where are the people?
Why is there no one?
It was obvious that Soltarn had just walked out of this office, and they even exchanged a few words.
Is this actually a trap?
The temperature in the room dropped as the concentration of the power of the Supreme Sky increased, and the shimmering psychic lightning formed a contrast around his forehead. The crown of thorns was more solid and fine before.
"Click."
A very slight movement.
Lyman's Ear told him that the source of the sound was behind the curtain that fell to the side.
A drop of sweat streaked across the forehead of the young Astartes.
He walked over cautiously——
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“This matter, um, has been discussed. It’s okay, it’s okay to open it.”
The body of the Fourth Primarch sat there rubbing his hands, looking around with an expression like "a parent was caught by his child secretly painting a model he had saved with his pocket money for a year."
Across from him, held down by two iron ring guards, was the power armor and the psychic hood on it that had been disarmed by Vannas and was being reversely suppressed due to some mysterious code lock. Julius of psychic power. The experienced Raven Guard also took off the skull helmet of the acting priest. The bloodshot eyes of the haggard demigod with blond hair and blue eyes were staring at the body of the original Iron Warrior.
"You evil deceiver of Chaos!" he hissed, "The darkest blasphemy! Betrayal! Deception! I really shouldn't have—! What have I done? ! Blind me! Guilty me! I even convinced others to surrender my elders and all my brothers to you—! What did I do——!”
The truth of the continuous impact made him too distracted and muttered to himself.
Julius' originally mellow and melodious voice was now as distorted and hoarse as tears of blood, "I...I...I'm still lucky about the truth...I'm addicted to false beauty...I'm determined to end it." Before everything happens, I want to hear an explanation with my own ears... I am too weak... This is my sin... I caused it... I... don't deserve it..."
The color of chaos was in him The sky-blue eyes swirled in the shadows.
Perturabo was lying on the sofa with his front legs crossed. Seeing this, he let out a cold laugh from deep in his nose.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Lamizane cleared his throat and looked away, “Don’t say that, right? After all, none of us lied, and we actually get along very well. Well, I also plan to take you to see the famous garden world here... Julius? What's wrong with you? "
[Hmph... Lami Zane, please retreat. back. Don't look directly! 】
In the solemn temple on the other side of the galaxy, Calgar and Tigris, who came after hearing the news, solemnly stared at the changes that had occurred for the first time in ten thousand years to their dead father and god sitting in the coffin of the static shrine.
On the Phalanx, Thor Galadon frowned tightly as he looked at the sacred hand bones of his genetic father. Every name engraved on it screamed his father's name. Every time The call signs were all fainter than the last time.
In the office of the Chapter Master of the Destiny Steel, Julius Robert Omar slowly raised his face that looked exactly like Robert Guilliman.
Like a nightmare made from the essence of a thousand nightmares.
Dazzling bright red tears of blood dripped from his eyes. One eye burned with a dazzling purple atmosphere, and the other eye overflowed with decayed turquoise light and blue crystal. The bird's tongue occupied his mouth, trying to confuse the listener's soul with nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine different languages.
Ten thousand years later, on another Queen of Glory, the gods of chaos once again opened their mouths to the fleeing Incompetent Ones, and were about to proudly curse the first syllable of the first word——
A ball that also shone with multiple colors and had a hint of black light was picked up by the border collie and pushed accurately into his open mouth.
The Chaos God screamed unwillingly and angrily to spit out——
The hot and dog-smelling flesh pad pressed Julius's mouth.
The container's Adam's apple rolled up and down, whether out of instinctive nausea or something else, and the ball was swallowed.
Then the curtain fell heavily, the hurricane of ether ceased, and the things that had been rolled up in the room began to crackle and fall.
【Spit. The guy didn't tell me it was so disgusting to use. 】
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Julius blinked hard, and the acting pastor and think tank once again found himself absent-minded.
He was sitting on the sofa in the Chapter Master's office. In front of him was the kind Chapter Master and...a black and white four-legged plush that looked angry but made people want to touch it. biology?
The blond Astartes felt that his whole body was stiff, as if he had been thrown into a gladiatorial cage and beaten a hundred times in a row. He moved his body, and the Book of Holy Words slid into his palm. The touch of the leather made him feel relieved.
Then he remembered why he had been distracted just now.
"I still can't accept this fact..." He moved his stiff neck with difficulty.
"I know this is really not easy to accept. Julius, but I am glad that you came to me to talk about this matter." Lamizane stood up and once again gave the space warrior's face The young man, whose facial expression was ten times as sad as the standard, poured a cup of hot Reca coffee.
"Look on the bright side, at least you haven't become the Emperor's Children, the World Eaters, the Death Guard, the Scarlet Warriors, the Black Legion, or the Malicious Warriors."
"Thank you, Chapter Master." Julius held the coffee cup, and his face that looked exactly like Robert Guilliman did not look inspired.
"But I just learned that my parent company has changed from the Imperial Fists to the Iron Warriors."
Gua.
It was still completed on time today.
Good night to everyone
Thank you again
(End of this chapter)