Chapter 207: Long time no see in the inner circle
——Look at what we gained from this expedition... He is truly worthy of Lord Lamizane. I almost really regret for my previous rashness.
One of the people in black robes gathered in the shadows of the corridor next to the altar made such a sign.
——Confession? Is this word actually still in your vocabulary? Don't be stupid, who are you going to confess to? Here?
——This is really okay, look at the shrine over there, you can confess to our genetic father, and although recorders are not allowed to be worn during gatherings, I will go back and build a memorial to this Statue to record this scene.
--you!
——And I will also place it in front of the Iron Lord's shrine as an offering.
——I just said "almost"!
——It’s better to say that you still keep the word confession to be careful of attracting some bad things, like some of our crazy cousins.
——Hmmmmmmmm... Did you get some new knowledge from my lord? Which one?
——Yes... of course it is the Lord of Steel whose soul feels more ancient. How come you are imitating Lord Lamizane in your speech?
——I just think this habit is quite friendly.
——You better be.
The Iron Blood's chapel retains its original elegance and becomes more solemn with mysterious expansion (who has been expanding it with alabaster, marble, bronze and gold?) , making any visitor unconsciously hold his breath when he is in it.
Even among the buildings of the state church that are increasingly known for their extravagance, extravagance and religious fanaticism, there are few works that can be so precisely gorgeous but not clichéd, complicated but not cumbersome, as if this place is not It was built to be the embodiment and sustenance of secular people's desires, but simply to show the creator's confidence in his extraordinary creativity, precise mathematical calculations and the truly important beauty in the universe.
This chapel now has three Gothic carved doors. Generally, only one door is opened for people to pass through in daily life. Under the dome projected by human stars, there are now twenty-one staggered doors, and there are statues inside. A shrine for a colossus in ancient costume.
Except for the emperor's shrine in the center, the heads of the statues in the rest of the shrines are mostly hidden in the shadows of the exquisite canopies hanging above their heads, but the exposed parts alone can make people notice their details. The parts are extremely harmonious, and the whole is so magnificent.
Every sixty-six or ninety-nine feet, there will be a statue and a shrine that naturally appear in the sight of people entering the chapel as they advance. These are decorated with more and more exquisite crafts. Although piled up but not chaotic, they continue to be surrounded by countless carved, shaped or painted figures and scenes with a sense of elevation. Each element is appropriate and adds a sense of greatness to the whole, as if composed by a genius. The artist's careful arrangement and conception, and finally a great conductor who can understand the composer's thoughts made the stones and paint play an epic symphony of mankind.
The final presentation effect is as if the "Epic of Gilgamesh", "The Ring of the Nibelungs", "The Odyssey" and even other famous epics and even more profound and distant ancient poems are being performed together. In every sculpture and every stroke of painting, you can see the wonderful results tempered by the artist's genius and the passion of the times, leaping out from the inanimate carrier with vigorous vitality in thousands of postures . In short, this place is now very different from what it was before: everywhere is overflowing with fresh and vigorous creativity that only humans can possess. It is as strong and rich as the creativity of God. Although there are no thousands of candles and gold candlesticks, But there is the brilliance of civilization, which expels and rejects darkness. Every detail of the artwork seems to have two personalities between light and shadow: real and eternal.
Therefore, the long-awaited secret gathering of the Iron Warriors can only be held under the corridors on both sides of the chapel. At least there is some shelter here, which can make the black-robed people who hide their heads and faces look more or less a secret gathering, but it is not so legitimate. A feeling of aboveboardness.
——So, what happened to those guys from the Twelfth Legion? Has anyone figured it out? God knows, I have been leaving two sensors to keep an eye on the guys around me, for fear that they would turn around and shout some slogans in the next second, or worse, rush over with their mouths open and drooling, trying to give my head to me. The great power of chaos who loves skulls.
——Fighting with them can really calm down the mind very quickly. Just relying on grouping, getting close and talking can get rid of unnecessary distracting thoughts. It is incredible. I always thought that I should fully release my energy in the battle. Thousands of years of anger, hatred and pain can drive my weapons and war machinery to become more powerful, but this time with their assistance, my strictly controlled emotional battle even increased the effective efficiency by nearly 30% A little over one point and four...
——I tried hard to look through any books and data that I could remember and find, but I still couldn’t figure it out. How did the World Eater become the Man of Steel that it is today? Heartbroken? I'm not surprised that the warhound became the World Eater, it's incredible that he became what he is now, and the name has changed from Legion to Primarch to Flagship, this Angron is really the same person I once knew who escaped the pain of transference. Rather than face the failed Primarch or the out-of-control and twisted Daemon Lord?
——Don't say that, I think comparing it with the current Iron Heart can really explain why the war dogs at that time were going crazy and learned to punch that thing into their own heads. They did such irrational actions precisely because they did not know their abilities and no one taught them, and they were too sensitive to emotional fluctuations.
The man in black robes who gestured with this sentence in sign language couldn't find the words to describe the Butcher's Nails and used a word that combined "extremely bad, out of control, evil, chaotic, dark, and barbaric" to describe it. He and others understood it clearly.
——This explanation is somewhat reasonable, but there are still a few people who are very suspicious... Let me record this guess as the acting host, and it turns out that you also remember the 12th Primarch and the Legion. How it was before?
——Yes, it seems that at least we here remember it. It’s really strange, but the state bishop of Pearl Moon obviously seems to think that Lord Angron Petra is the so-called glorious corpse emperor. He was so excited that he wanted to lie down on the ground and kiss the toes of His Excellency the Twelfth Primarch's boots, vomit.
——I also saw it. The scene was really subtle and reminded me of some other people. To be honest, I don't think Lord Angron himself liked dealing with this group of people very much, but he restrained himself very politely.
——So the contradiction between these two aspects of memory is indeed an existing and suspicious point. We should all pay attention to whether there are other clues in the future.
--agree. In addition, let me remind you that we have a new combat meeting to hold next, about how to bring the next planet under our control.
——You mean Carrick? The government there is not as easy to handle as Pearl Moon.
——Yes, but I think I can finally blast something with a missile.
——That’s really good news, I hope so.
(End of this chapter)