Chapter 250 Ancient Sage, Follow the Right in Urgent Matter
Thor Tarvitz’s appearance is not the most beautiful among the Emperor’s Children. It is even said that some of his former peers have commented on the golden patch on his forehead. The metal was so ugly and abrupt that it detracted from the image of the Emperor's Children warriors.
However, his temperament will make people notice the warrior's calmness and intelligence immediately, rather than focusing on his appearance.
He did seriously consider the possibility that this situation was a trap.
But obviously after thinking about it, he came to the conclusion that there was no need for the Warmaster to carry out such a troublesome and unbelievable act.
After all, the few hundred remaining loyal warriors who had gathered and garrisoned the Cantor's Palace had been destroyed by heavy ground fire, other warriors from the four Legions loyal to the Warmaster, and the Titan Legions: Deathskull and Emberwolf. Completely surrounded.
These rebels treat the lone rebels equally: saturation ammunition shooting and promethium flamethrowers inserted into every gap and hole. Perhaps those who are caught are still alive. Becoming a shooting target for the laughter and amusement of their former comrades, signs of decadence and corruption were clearly beginning to spread among the traitor's army.
The footsteps of the Titan Legion continued to shake the earth: in addition to twelve Warhound Titans, several complete formations of Warlord-class and Predator-class machines, and even an Emperor-class Titan was released to the ground. The abnormal anger of the fallen gods was so violent that the entire original city block once again turned into clouds of dust and fire flying into the sky, melting the metal remains of factories and tracks into glowing red slag. Iron pool. Even from the palace lookout point far away, the flash of their weapons could be clearly seen.
In the face of the overwhelming landing of vehicles, heavy weapons and Titans, the balance of killing calculations has completely tilted towards the side of the Warmaster. The bombing from orbit is obviously intended to bury the loyalists here. In the ruined tomb, Tavitz and other officers had originally planned to abandon part of the defensive line, and instead carried out the final encirclement and killing of the attackers on the opposite side, and try to - try to delay as much time as possible for a certain spacecraft carrying news of the betrayer.
A limited number of officers were informed of the Eisenstein and Captain Nathaniel Gallo's escape to Terra before the start of the war.
But plans were changed at short notice.
Because Lucius shouted hoarsely on the communication channel that all loyalists could hear, there was the arrival of a Primarch, a Primarch who claimed to be loyal, and said that his current The request was that everyone immediately retreat to the palace's unique main dome of beautiful, solid, gleaming coral material - and even more absurdly, the Primarch claimed to be "the Emperor's Twelfth" "Son, the loyal Primarch Angron" - just thinking about this word and the Angron who is approaching with a ferocious smile outside with the crazy World Eaters makes the best of the Emperor's Children The commander's brain began to overload——
But how could the swordsman who always seemed too childish and liked to attract attention in Tarvitz, who couldn't help but control and scold him, was so ignorant of the general situation at this moment? During the act of sensationalism, the figure walking in quickly behind the commander of the Thirteenth Emperor's Sons Company made everyone here speechless for a moment.
The glorious golden and silver armor, the unique noble figure, some unknown awe and intuition written deep in the genetic code, and the powerful and overwhelming spiritual power.
The bright eyepiece on the Primarch's helmet turned to the officers. Some of the soldiers who reacted raised their guns, and some drew their weapons in their hands, but they were all hesitant.
"Wait a minute. My brothers."
Someone came out from behind the original body in gold and silver armor. Most of his power armor had been painted black, and his face was covered with blood-stained bandages. Wrapped in a bandage, his original regimental number and military rank cannot be seen, but some people can still recognize him from his white hair exposed from the bandages and his unique blue-purple eyes.
“Pirames?” Captain Solomon made a surprised voice. Although he himself suffered serious injuries that almost burned away his face and body, he was still very happy to come forward and take a closer look at himself. Comrades. "Why did you paint yourself like this?"
"Demeter." The Emperor's Son greeted his brothers, "Because of His Highness Angron's will, we are fighting for all the loyal ones who died here. The soldiers are in mourning. ——At the same time, I have decided to follow Lord Angron here."
The sound of reloading of some heavy storm bolts sounded, and a high, unyielding voice appeared.
"Listen to what you are saying - you say you are following a Primarch of the World Eaters, an accomplice of the Betrayer! So, are you going to betray us, the Emperor's Children? Barro Piramel Si?”
The person in question blinked his red and swollen eyes and saluted as respectfully as possible. "This is not betrayal, Master. The Primarch is loyal, just as I am, and we are here to bring you salvation."
"Humph. He had better be loyal, and he better bring salvation. Rather than deceit and poison.”
The voice emerged from the smoke and dust under the broken dome, and the indomitable elder striding towards the uninvited guests was none other than Rilanor, the leader of the Paladin Court. Steward, Master of Ceremonies, Ancient Sage, proud attendant of the Emperor of Mankind, and the greatest symbol of the past glory of the Emperor's Children of the Third Legion.
The gorgeous royal purple and gold plating on the huge body of the Contemptor Fearless has been almost completely bombarded by artillery fire and explosive bombs, leaving only pieces of peeling smoke and fire marks and shallow craters and dents. , the engraved ribbon with his name and the Paladin Court was so damaged that it was almost impossible to see its original appearance, but he still moved miraculously.
Everyone, including the World Eaters, Death Guard, and Luna Wolves warriors, showed great respect for the elder's appearance.
"It's so good to see you again, Master Rilanor." Pirames said sincerely, his throat congealed with sobs, "I heard it many times, again and again , a few words of communication from the enemy... The betrayers report that they have destroyed your... target."
"I am the Palatine Court Steward of the Third Legion, the Master of Ceremonies, and the living history. Witness. Remember the virtues I stand for, I remember our struggles and what we have done, I am a righteous, glorious and loyal Son of the Emperor, and my fight and my will will never cease as long as I live. , even if it lasts for tens of thousands of years."
The ancient sage's head sensor made in the shape of a helmet turned to the Primarch who had been waiting quietly for a long time without any dissatisfaction. His bright blue eyepiece was damaged due to damage. The oriole system kept flashing. "If you can tolerate the indifference of an old man like me, then you are indeed very different from our Lord and his brothers. The Primarch of the Twelfth Legion, Angron, that I know and understand is not like you. ”
"That's right." The Lord of Iron Heart also answered the other party in the softest, elegant and standard High Gothic, and at the same time took off his helmet.
Under the molten crimson metallic hair is a pair of red-gold eyes.
"He is Angron Tark, and I am Angron Petra."
Those golden eyes reminded the steward of the royal court that he had the honor to meet of one.
A bomb accurately focused on the coral dome, the hall trembled violently, and began to rain down stone debris and fragments.
Angron looked up at the sky.
"There's no time." he said. "They didn't want to leave anyone alive. When we came, we observed that the ground legions were gathering and the orbital bombardment in the sky was already in place. We must take everyone out of here immediately."
"Wait a moment." Sol Tavitz finally asked his doubts on behalf of the commanders, "First of all, how did you lead so many people through the encirclement outside?"
The commander and others His eyes shone with deep suspicion.
Kell Lorne walked out of the queue and stretched out his hands towards the 2nd and 10th Captains of the Luna Wolves to show that he had no weapons.
"I am willing to swear on all my past and my name, adults, please believe His Highness Angron."
The Primarch held down Koragg who wanted to step forward to continue negotiations, "To make a long story short, I I used my own power to lead them through the blockade without fighting, in order to find you as soon as possible. This is a different power from the 'me' outside."
Saul Tavitz's suspicion is obvious. It was etched on their faces in vain, they could no longer bear any betrayal. "You admit that you and Angron the Betrayer are the same person? We all know the Emperor's noble heirs, but I have never heard that the Twelfth Primarch is a twin."
"Indeed. No." Angron replied, "But I hope you have gathered all the loyalists you can contact. We really don't have time." His calm face looked unusually anxious, and this emotion even infected the people present. Everyone asked, "Can we move to a safe place and then talk about this in detail?"
"How to move?" Tarik Togarton asked, the fourth of the Luna Wolves. The former member of the King's Council looked so hurt by the Primarch's betrayal, looking tired and suspicious, "There are so many people here, and we don't have any flying vehicles. Even if we did, we wouldn't have time to deploy and load them."
"Stay as close to me as possible." The Primarch touched his thigh armor again. Several warriors raised their weapons vigilantly. He took out the metal tube painted with the unique color of the Fourth Legion. , now that the back of the metal tube was completely pulled out, he took it out again. Inside was a small black and white pendant made of strange material. The warning lights in the eyes of this animal-shaped pendant were flashing, and the color changed from blue to red. , the frequency continues to increase.
“...What is this?” This time it was Rilano who asked.
“A...beacon.”
“Such a small beacon? And it seems completely impossible to fit any device inside.”
“It’s The working principle is different from that of ordinary beacons, so you need to stand as close as possible, and I will use my own power to amplify it." The soldiers stared at him doubtfully.
In the end, they stood as close as possible to the original body under the dome. After all, they would have originally spent all the bullets on hand and stood here looking at the sky unyieldingly to meet their final end.
Those close to him heard the Primarch mutter softly.
"This is my first time to hold such a ceremony, so I hope...he will forgive me. It should be fine. After all, it was Perturabo and..."
The air vibrated. .
The bright "line" emerged.
(End of this chapter)