Chapter 170 Desert, Rising Storm
The scorching sunshine in the desert passed silently from outside the stone house. The thick walls isolated the heat and dryness, leaving only a cool breeze in the shadow of the room.
The Sorcerer Supreme wakes up in his meditation chamber.
The incense lit during meditation last night has burned out, leaving only a thin layer of ashes swirling gently in the carved copper plate in the direction of the wind.
"Huh..." He sat up and was stunned for a while, then put his feet under the bed - and sure enough, his own sandals were waiting for him there just as he remembered.
The laces of this pair of sandals made of white plant fiber and brass were still a little kinked, but they were able to fit into the gaps between his toes.
He stepped into his sandals and stood up tentatively - exactly the same ground touch, exactly the same light, exactly the same sea breeze blowing from the port, the Thousand Sons Wizard even tasted the sea water in the port area. The unique slightly salty taste.
Emenute sat back on the edge of the bed.
The breeze blew over his calves, causing the hem of his white clothes to billow.
In the far distance, the bells of the Tianxiao School’s pyramid echoed for a long time.
Suddenly, Qianzi lowered his head and covered his face tightly with his hands.
For thousands of years, even so.
No matter what, at this moment...
He burst into tears.
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A girl running by in a hurry bumped into him, but Emmenut nimbly took half a step to the side, just in time to get out of the way of this reckless mortal, and received a sincere apology and a After taking out the gummy candy, the girl ran away again and disappeared.
Qianzi put the jellybeans into the small bag on his waist, put one side of his robe into his belt, and greeted the approaching legion comrades with a smile.
The other party also nodded to him. Astartes, who was not wearing armor but wearing a white robe, held a stack of stacked books in his hands and extended an invitation to him, so they chatted together. Walking at a leisurely pace through the white marble squares and golden sandstone walkways, unusually tall palm trees sway in the wind, casting swaying shadows on the ground, and the Grand Canal flows and sparkles in the sun, all the way into the river. Amidst the snow-white foam on the blue ocean surface of the harbor.
They walked together through the bustling market, the much quieter but permeated garden area outside the library filled with the aroma of sand-brewed coffee, various flowers and fruit syrup, until they separated at the door of the library, Emeno Te turned around and looked at the sky. A white cloud appeared in his field of vision. The masts of various large and small ships in Tizca Port and the transmitting towers above rose and fell with the waves.
The wise men debating in the square are still talking loudly in groups here and there, but the setting sun has begun to cast long shadows on everything.
The wind blew slowly from the desert.
The desert is raising a storm.
Blocked the sun's rays.
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It’s time to go back, Emmenut thought to himself, and started walking back to his residence along the road. The sandstorm weather was not suitable for any outdoor activities, and He has to go back and prepare armor, and his research vacation is coming to an end. He will return to the legion and join their genetic father in another expedition to conquer the enemy and discover new knowledge——
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No, the father of genes. A severe headache tore through Qianzi's mind, and he knelt on the ground, gravel rubbing against the skin of his knees.
Wake up! Emmenute! This is nothing but a lie! Beautiful lie!
The genetic father of the Thousand Sons is dead!
Magnus the Red is dead!
Emmenute! It's time to wake up! Don't indulge in this illusory dream anymore!
The galaxy is shattered, Prospero has been burned, the people, the scholars, and the pyramids have been reduced to ruins, the Fifteenth Legion has ceased to exist, and you yourself have become a pathetic servant of Chaos, harnessing your evil will The Silver Tower controls the dust puppets of your brothers, and the red, wise, eternal Magnus has become the Demon Prince, and you were there when he finally died——
< br>——No? wrong! wrong? ! wrong? ! I was clearly on the Lord of Steel's flagship at the time!
How could the great scarlet king simply... end on the Lord of Steel's flagship? !
That was the Iron Blood, with no signs, no invasion, no fighting, and no signs of any spiritual fluctuations...
Then how did I learn about His death——
Ah, by the way, at that time I should——I should have been——because of that ritual——
“Emenu "Special?" A voice interrupted the painful memories and thoughts of Qianzi who was kneeling on the ground. He opened his bloodshot eyes, and blue light, which was a sign of out-of-control spiritual energy, was pouring out of his eyes. This will immediately be noticed by the monitors and patrol guards here, unless——
A thin mortal wearing a tunic walked out of the bushes on the side, wrapped in a woolen cloak His head was lifted, hiding his face, revealing only a pair of beautiful blue-green eyes as big as the green sea and a few strands of long black hair.
"Who... are you...?" Qianzi took a painful breath, trying to suppress the power that suddenly began to become chaotic and out of control in his body, "Quick... leave... Don't...come..."
The other party seemed stunned for a moment, but did not go away. Instead, he immediately ignored the warning and approached him. He placed the palm of one hand on Emmenut, whose psychic energy was violently overflowing. Before Thousand Sons opened his mouth to scold him again, he A powerful, pure, and simple force poured into the painful Astartes body, just like the clear ocean after rain, the chaotic psychic energy flow was immediately sorted out and soothed.
That kind of unique but very close spiritual power and characteristic aura made Qianzi open his eyes in surprise again, "You...?"
"Let's go quickly. Back to you The other party retracted his hand and whispered, "Don't attract attention, this is not a place to stay for a long time."
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Emenut is indeed in a hurry. He got up and hurried back to his residence, but what he didn't expect was that this "mysterious mortal" who failed to hide his failure also came back with him.
"Would you... like some drinks?" Qianzi suddenly found that his private residence seemed so messy and unsuitable for entertaining distinguished visitors. Damn it, I should put more classics that are more in line with the school's requirements on the outside. On the bookshelf...
"A cup of hot concentrated mixed berry syrup, only mixed with half the amount of water." The other party had already sat into Emmenute's chair very familiarly, Thousand Sons He vaguely discovered that this uninvited guest was really, really thin. He seemed to only occupy one-third of the space on his chair, which made him suddenly uncertain about his own judgment.
But when he prepared this surprisingly sweet purple drink and served it to the other party, Emmenut no longer had any doubts: the other party put down the disguise cloak, and although his face There was no resemblance to the genetic father he knew, but when the green-eyed, black-haired mortal young man looked at him, a strange, soft psychic harmonic resonance buzzed between father and son. Plus——
There is a small, very special-shaped pendant in the opponent's open hand.
Emmenut pursed his lips and took out a similar pendant from the bottom of the necklace around his neck.
Gua.
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(End of this chapter)