Chapter 90 Double Honey Rose Syrup Apple Peach Pie
A rare and extremely uneasy atmosphere is taking place between the Phalanx in the synchronized orbit of Holy Terra and the Empire, which has traveled to the Calixis sector for rest. Fist spread among the expedition team.
Rumors about some unprecedented shocking news started from the Astrotaph Tower or a certain psyker - although the angry Lysander has ordered an investigation, the source seems to be a certain space port they once passed through Or a planetary orbital station. The source has too many possibilities and is completely unexplorable - it swept through every corner of the Wrath Storm with whispers, tacit glances and other transmission methods, and flowed to other places with fragments of words and multiple encrypted void murmurs. place.
The worst reality is that this time what lurks in the shadows, uncharacteristically, has a greater impact on the Sons of Dorne than the mortals.
Danat Lysander himself knew this clearly, and in his previous listening to the top-secret voice file delivered by Thor Galadon who sent a ship to catch him, This was confirmed again.
The Third Captain, who was responsible for guarding the Imperial Fist's home above Terra, spoke in a worried and painful tone that Lysander had never heard and never imagined would be spoken by such a reliable warrior as Garadon. The bitter tone told him a terrible fact.
“The remains of our father are dissolving, Lysander.”
“Dissolving?! Dissolving—what does that mean?! Galaton! Please tell me next! You It doesn't mean what I think it means!"
"As much as I want to say it's not true, I'm afraid I'll disappoint you, Lysander." Galaton's voice was slightly distorted, but. Still making it sound like he was chewing ten Grox's worth of gall with all his back teeth, "But that's what I'm telling you." He repeated, "Our genetic father, Terra Praetorian, primarch of the Imperial Fists, noble seventh son of the Holy Emperor, the unyielding Rogal Dorn—the only remains left to us now aboard the Phalanx, inscribed all over The bones of his hand, bearing the honor and name of the Chapter, began to melt gradually, like ice and snow under the sun."
Even after a letter was delivered to Lysander from half a galaxy away. In the secret box, the voices of the mountain array guards could still clearly reveal the endless bitterness and sorrow in his heart.
Lysander's warrior-trainer-hero brain suddenly became feverish at the unbelievable news he had heard, and he heard his eardrums making a sharp buzzing—but he He had promised the dead Chapter Master, he had reflected in public and privately, that Danat Lysander could not lose his cool again at this moment.
The first company commander heard his own voice asking in vain, frantically and coldly towards the third company commander's message message, which actually could not answer him.
“Since there is only one chance to send you a clear and long enough message in the short term, I think you should know the following information: Chapter Master Hagen did not end up with Terra or anyone else who could. Get in touch with the place that provides help." Garadon's voice paused briefly, and Lysander could almost imagine the calm and insightful face of the third captain in his power armor when he said these words. Zhong shook.
“The chapter’s company commander meeting has been convened as soon as possible in the Memorial Hall. Of course, we couldn’t contact you at that time. Your astropaths should be replenished at the next spaceport-but We have not made any substantial progress. The only conclusion we can draw is that this should be an internal matter of the Adeptus Astartes, and we should not alarm other unrelated institutions or people first. Therefore, we have passed a resolution and reported it to Medu. The Iron Hands on Sha sent an astrological communication - so far, they have not received a reply. "
"The Apothecary Brotherhood, who stayed behind on the Phalanx, and from the neighboring star system at the fastest speed. The ones who came - they tried various methods, but the dissolution process of the holy bones progressed completely undisturbed, firmly and slowly."
"Brother Maiaisson, the chief think tank, summoned all the think tank brothers he could summon. However, the think tanks had different opinions on this, but various tentative calls, divination, inquiries and prophecies were used... which made it even more exciting. What is unsettling and regretful is that almost none of them has any effect. The threads of fate are like a tangle. There is only chaos in the galaxy. The only useful prediction is..."
"What is it?" Lysander? He couldn't wait to ask questions in the message from the battle brother he disliked the most but also trusted and affirmed the most.
“That’s one,” the worry in Galaton’s words seemed to deepen, “it’s a prophecy about you. So this is one of the reasons why I sent this message box at all costs.”
"My——? My what?" The secret box voice continued on its own——
"The only omen revealed is that this time we may lose you, Lysander. It goes like this, 'The irresistible ship of Theseus, the Fist of Dorne, will face his other side in the storm. Lost, this is a voyage that will never return'"
The voice of the third company commander dissipated in his sincere blessing, "For the emperor, for everything, for Dorne, Lysander, come back alive. , just as you did a thousand years ago."
"I will, and I will bring destruction to our enemies before that happens."
Danat. Lysander, standing alone in his private quarters on the Wrathstorm, clenched the Fist of Dorne in his hand.
The message box on the table beeped a warning sound and began to burn automatically, turning into a pool of molten and shapeless residue.
------------------- of dust and new turbidity.
"In the end, the finishing work of this kind of thing actually fell on me." Uther Ma'atra muttered complainingly, wrapping his shawl tightly and leaning on his staff.
He stepped through shadows with claws and claws, and passed through grotesque scenes formed by rings of inanimate beings trying to confuse or attack him. One of his hands was surrounded by a halo formed by numerous runes and magic circles. Surrounded by strips, every now and then, a highly condensed psychic lightning would emit from the collection of rune circles in his hand, easily killing one or more demons with one blow.
"I'm so skinny, I'm coughing, I haven't graded my papers yet - I'm not cut out for this kind of work! He should get some big, strong guys to fix the sewer grinder!"
Complaints are complaints, but the psychic consultant still skillfully made several gestures that could not be caught by the naked eye. A hot orange halo gathered from the top of his staff into a ball of light, and then followed a liberation spell, The high-heat halo shock wave burned all the monsters around him, except for the one on the B13 deck where he arrived.
"Well, who makes me his most confidant and dear brother? There is also an extra pistachio crumble, double honey rose syrup, apple and peach pie that you don't have to rush to buy."
The Fifteenth Primarch raised his hand, and those dazzlingly complicated spells began to spin, and he severely repaired the Great Unclean One that was not working properly.
Gua.
It’s cold and I want to eat something sweet and high in calories
I ate dumplings today
(End of this chapter)