Chapter 133 Dantioch Interlude·V·Ode
The Border Collie wrinkled his nose critically.
"[Dantioch.]" The old blacksmith who was called by his name nodded towards his father, while the other Iron Warriors who gathered here after hearing the news looked more or less apprehensive. disturbed. Even the tall, sacred and fearless Westover brothers, who were covered with camouflage black paint and had just hidden themselves well among the steel sculptures, were the same.
"[Are all those guys who are so stupid that they don't even realize they are being used as guns here?]" Today, the black and white dog sitting high is finally able to be dedicated to the person who wants to dedicate it - well, it should be People - on top of the steel altar throne, looking down haughtily at the corpses that were lined up below, the blood of the betrayers was splashed all over the chapel, as if it had laid a thick layer here. Scarlet carpet.
"It's all here, cough! cough! The great Perturabo."
"[Really?]" Perturabo BC looked at the corpse of the Son of Horus, whose head and limbs had been torn off, and the mechanical sage Gratus, who had been carefully dismantled into a package. He casually moved away from the "corpse" of a bag of parts, "[That's good, then should we talk about the last 'outsider' here before all the internal affairs of our legion begin?" 】"
Everyone's eyes turned to the blue-gold cassock mortal who had been abnormally stable amidst the Iron Warriors' cold and swift massacres, the traitors' cries of terror, and the flying flesh, flesh and ceramic fragments. priest.
“Dear...my lord, but please forgive me: at such a sensitive and strange moment, based on all the news I received before arriving here, it is difficult for me to judge your purpose without authorization. , and therefore cannot pay tribute to you immediately."
Dantioch coughed, "Anyway, I have been patiently covering up for you for a long time, and after listening to what you have to say, I think it should be done. Maintain due respect in front of this adult and start by taking off your disguise.”
This person arrived at Shadenhold (Fortress of Pain) and just told everyone. The priest who reported the betrayal of part of the Astartes Legion and the destruction of Olympia nodded and reached into the depths of his robe. Some kind of hallucination force field or similar camouflage engine device started to sound with his movements. There was a soft sound of operation, and then the force field began to slowly fade away.
When this relatively successful disguise completely disappeared, what finally appeared in front of everyone was a Space Marine who was impressive in his gorgeous glory.
The ultramarine power armor has gorgeous golden edges, red ribbons and cloaks, fine and exquisite U-shaped crests and branches and leaves distributed among them, and a Macragge-style dagger decorated with leather sheaths and precious metals. Fixed on his belt by a leather belt, various dazzling battle medals of honor made of a large number of gems, gold and enamel, and their brilliance on the outside of his ceramite armor reveal this person's identity: Ultramarine, The Honored Guard of the Primarch of the Thirteenth Legion and one of the Champions of Ultramar.
The Space Marine from Ultramar bowed cautiously and reservedly towards the plush black and white dog on the throne again, "Ta'olo Nicced, Champion of Salamanth Moose pays tribute to you."
"[Hmph. It seems that our little brother Guilliman's hobby is still so blue and flashy]"
"Please allow me to remind you, I will defend the honor of my Primarch and the Legion no matter what," the elite warrior, who sported the same bobbed haircut as his Primarch, expressed his sentiments without fear.
"[Really, hey, Dantioch did not let anyone blow you and your mouth into a thousand pieces from the city wall, which fully reflects the hospitality of my descendants here.]" The border collie said His eyes turned to the old blacksmith who was being supported by Taraski. The latter had to lean on his younger adjutant due to his excitement and standing for a long time. Despite this, he still rose up and replied to the Border Collie, "That's it, my lord." Then the old blacksmith immediately added, it was hard to tell whether it was to promptly remind the uninvited guest on the throne or to save the person under the throne. The head of an uninvited guest, "I made a bet with him about the murders, betrayals and slanders he told us about our... Legion and you, but Krendel's stupid visit just now has confirmed it." I heard his words, so..."
"[Okay, Dantioch, no need to say more]" The dog turned his bright and intelligent eyes to the Ultramarine Hero below. "[So what message did my good brother Robert Guilliman intend to send to my sons by sending a mobile medal stand like you here?]"
They were surprised by this sudden arrival. Appearing in animal form, and using sarcastic language so skillfully, he bluntly stated the opinions of the vast majority of Iron Warriors towards the Brotherhood. The Genefather's speech was shocked. The Iron Warriors gasped in their helmets, and that The mortal colonel looked like he was gritting his teeth to suppress his laughter.
The Ultramarines Elite Lord was also panting, but seemed to be suppressing his anger.
"Lord Guilliman hopes that the defenders here, composed of the Iron Warriors and the Unbroken Oaths, can delay part of the traitor's army for as long as it takes. Every minute, day, and month you delay the traitor's army here is a violation of your will. Lord Guilliman's help in counterattacking the traitors and returning to the aid of Holy Terra may be more opportunities to counterattack."
The dog patted his furry white-tipped black curly tail on the throne, thoughtfully. , many Iron Warriors find it difficult to take their eyes away from that plush, soft tail.
"[So, he plans to let the Iron Warriors fight the Iron Warriors in this corner, and then lead the team to Holy Terra to shine on the glorious stage of the solar system, right?]" Perturabo stated calmly, but tremors swept through everyone's spine like a rolling storm, "[Robert Guilliman! And your damn plan (justa****plan)!]"
< br>Some kind of pressure from the invisible vastness made the exquisite power armor of the Ultramar champion warrior creak. Nicodemus was trying to prevent the suspected blasphemy of the primarch of the rebellion who appeared here very suspiciously. In front of the clone, he maintained his majesty with the legions, but as the servos of his armored legs were overwhelmed with bursting sparks, he was forced to kneel down towards the black and white plush tyrant of Olympia.
"[You are very lucky, Taolo Nicodemus.]" Perturabo looked at the hero who stubbornly raised his head with a look of humiliation on his face, "[If it were the other side of the universe today, That me, you have already been stuffed into the macro cannon and fired at the fleet of Holy Terra or the Imperial Fist.]"
Dantioch listened with all his concentration within his iron mask.
"[But I am not another me, I am no longer what I used to be. Therefore,]" the sheepdog narrowed his eyes, "[No matter what Guilliman or Barabas' original plan was, I, Perturabo can do better."
In the deepest part of the earth, in the great chapel of the Fortress of Pain, the Iron Altar sang for the first time to welcome someone who would never arrive. A hymn written by someone.
Gua.
The second is more code
In addition, don’t worry about 41K Lamy and Pei Gou (should)
(End of this chapter)