Chapter 130 Dantioch Interlude·3·Turning
War, in the distant and dark future, there is only war.
I don’t know which guy thought of this sentence first, but it is indeed true here.
Perturabo thought.
He was walking steadily with his flesh pads and claws (sheared) in the extremely complex and winding stone and metal corridors of Shadenhold, the fortress of pain. The primarch once loved him the most. Zisi's construction preferences are very familiar. He just tried a few different paths for a while, and then he knew how to choose the right path here.
Just before Dantioch was talking to his visitor, Perturabo, who was lying in the ceramic doghouse and seemingly taking a nap, had listened to their conversation word for word and had an understanding of the time he was in. A rough judgment - of course Dantioch would not have guessed when he hurried away with Taraschi that the fluffy black and white dog that gave him a sense of warmth, calmness and closeness would keep tilting his head and staring very cutely. It wasn't because he was reluctant to leave - Perturabo's current four-legged (fingerless) form really made it take him a while to sneak out of the room after Dantioch left.
I bet Rogal Dorn or Ferrus Manus couldn't do it if they turned into dogs! He thought proudly, his beautiful snow-white mane flowing across his chest, oh, not counting Magnus, a psionic player *at that level* was a foul!
Even though Dantioch has violated one of the taboos that Perturabo cared about most in the past, for the black and white dog who has experienced too many different moments here, looking back on it in his heart now At that time, I would only find it unbelievable. He was definitely not such a naughty monster! *And, once again, curse the old skeleton and the self-righteous woman. What a disastrous combination of trying to make the gospel.
The wandering thoughts gathered as he moved forward. Perturabo trotted along the wall, his paws making a slight crunching sound on the ground.
According to the conversation he just overheard between the two heirs, he knew exactly where he was going, but he wasted too much unscheduled time trying to sneak out of the room. It can only be said that luckily Dantioch The abnormal old age slowed down his movement speed. Otherwise, with the endurance of an ordinary puppy, it would still be a bit tight to reach the chapel where they were going to meet in time.
One very unusual thing is that although the Iron Warriors here are only a handful of remnants, the chapel they built is undoubtedly full of pride for themselves, the Empire, the Fourth Legion and the Gene Father. , Perturabo noticed that the size of this space far exceeded their actual number of people. In other words, this chapel was undoubtedly a silent gift to someone in his dreams.
On both sides of the long aisle are various sculptures made of local rocks. On the flat rock wall leading to the chapel, someone reverently covered it with thick and exquisitely carved steel. With them, the content of these reliefs and the exquisite decorations in this aisle, which simultaneously express one's faith in Man, the Emperor, the Father and War, were all produced by the ingenuity and skill of the great warriors.
The final combination of all this is a huge and miraculous relief picture that will shock visitors: the Emperor of Mankind is looking at his fourth child with pride in the direction of the rising sun. Son, while the Iron Warriors' genetic father looked back at his creator from the other side.
The area around the chapel is deserted. Even when there are visitors, there is still no life. The Legion culture of the Iron Warriors does not encourage them to decorate themselves and their temples with honors and medals. From Hrud The Iron Warriors who survived the war also lacked enough manpower to support the atmosphere of the entire chapel.
The corner of the dog's eyes glanced at these patterns and walls, and a thought passed through him like a dragonfly: Indeed, compared to certain locations, his legion was too lacking in expression in this regard. They should at least With some flags and a wall of honor...but Perturabo had more important things to do right now, and he put that behind him.
Perturabo hurriedly walked through this rectangular space filled with wars, art, memories and dreams that had been carved into the rock. He heard coughing sounds from inside the chapel, including the painful gasps and coughs of Dantioch, and the There was the sound of his battle brothers patting his chest with their own iron gauntlets.
The border collie shook his head, then stepped lightly, pretending to be a harmless passing animal and slipped into the largest hall here.
He saw Dantioch and Taraschi, and a mortal auxiliary officer in colonel's attire, the Reverend Janif inspecting the never-ending hammering of the anvil altar Fighting and roaring in the furnace, he then walked down to join them. The last person waiting here was a mortal priest, who should have come from somewhere else. He stood on the other side, wearing blue and gold colors that were incompatible with the others. Hooded robes and vestments.
"They are coming." The dog's erect and sensitive ears easily caught the priest's whisper to Dantioch.
Then Perturabo saw the uninvited guests who came to visit on this special day.
Well, I saw it, the first fool I knew strutting in, Idris Krendel. The dog licked his mouth. Well, judging from his appearance, he should have just been appointed as the new war blacksmith of the 14th Battalion at this time.
The people who then filed in included a Mechanicus sage wearing a red robe, and a solemn-looking man wearing special green power armor with eye-catching eye-shaped logos on the breastplate and shoulder armor. The Space Marines, well, look, these are the Sons of Horus from the XVI Legion, what else? Oh, this newly appointed guy also got himself a bunch of Honor Guards wearing fancy new power armor. The dog started to sneer, these guards are all newbies, they can only show off, vain fools!
Krendel walked towards them with a strange arrogance, and as he started to climb the stairs where the altar was, he finally gave a rather unfamiliar and cold greeting.
"The Warsmith," he said, "I bring new news and new orders from the Legion and our master."
What follows is the question of Perturabo or more To be precise, Horus, the new orders given to Dantioch and the others, and the mortal priest brought about the destruction of Olympia and other news, finally the inevitable dispute broke out——
"That's enough. If you can't hand over the command of this place and your army, then you and everyone here will be treated as traitors to the Primarch and the Warmaster!"
That's stupid! . A farce.
Watching everything up to this point, Bian Mu thought calmly, *What on earth was I thinking before? Such obvious use and such an arrogant heir...*
The dog sighed silently.
He saw Dantioch's mask of steel, smelted into his flesh-skull, turn towards each of his companions.
So Perturabo immediately understood and knew what Barabas Dantioch was going to do next.
He jumped out like a bolt of lightning and jumped directly onto Dantioch's shoulder armor, interrupting what the old blacksmith was about to say.
"This is - what is this? An animal?" Krendel's mouth twisted into a smile, "This cripple seems to be of no use to the legion -"
"[Shut up you idiot.]"
A voice, a voice full of majesty, like a thunderstorm cloud approaching irresistibly from the vast ocean, echoed under the dome of this steel temple.
Dantioch, Daraschi and Janiff stood there as if struck by lightning, as did the arrogant Krendel. His guards looked completely at a loss and threw their guns blankly. Pointing his mouth at the group of people in the Fortress of Pain, it was obvious that all the Iron Warriors recognized this voice and would never mistake it.
The red-robed sage of the Mechanicus and the Son of Horus retreated to one place, looking around vigilantly at every possible thing that might be wrong.
"[Insufferable arrogance and frivolity, Krendel.]"
The arrogance of the newly appointed war blacksmith visibly melted away like snow poured with hot water. .
"You... you...?!"
Gua?
Although I tried to speed up the pace because it was an interlude, and even fast-forwarded two large sections of the plot I was originally going to write, but I still can’t seem to finish it?
Well, it seems that Iron Fist will not be able to fall today (gloating)
Oh, yes, I know someone will definitely ask, I have started writing this interlude, so I will say:
1. It is not normal for Pepe to be able to speak in this time and space. Most of the time, he is still unable to speak.
2. Lamizane now doesn’t know that Pepe can be like this.
3. Pepe has not really spoken in the main plot.
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In fact, there are many things that can be seen from multiple angles. This is also a question that many people asked at the beginning, why not write about Pepe? Psychological activities, isn’t this because of the interlude angle——
It’s really fun to write about Pei Gou and his good sons being alone (
(End of this chapter)