Chapter 312 Sit back and wait
In this day and age, even the colonists who have lived here for more than four centuries do not know that there was once a tower in the North Pole of Tessaguarsa that surpassed anything in the world. A castle of cruelty and dark imagination stands upon it.
That was caused by Konrad Curze's pain, hallucinations and those who corrupted him from the highest heaven and himself in his final days, and the Eighth Legion's faithful execution of the ravings of their genetic father. A hall of hell created.
But those foundations and wall tiles of flesh and blood, humans solidified in pain, corridors and carpets that have been howling alive in pain, and steps and halls with living eyes, teeth and tongues, These things were annihilated in thousands of years of ruthless and permanent obsidian sandstorms, along with the memories and warriors of the Eighth Legion thousands of years ago.
Dissolved in the wind of time.
But Talos remembered, Talos knew that Talos had watched them - the last members of the Broken Eagles of the Night Lords who followed the teachings of the Primarch, come to an end here, and the death scenes of everyone, including his own. The genetic seeds of the Eighth Legion's prophets bear this curse from God and the Father.
Now, just as Talos had seen in his fever and nightmares, they were once again standing in front of the ruins of this castle that had collapsed to only a few ruins. There was just one more image that often appeared in his mind. The figure was played in the ball but never appeared in his second view.
“There is no need to let the mortals here know about this place for the time being.”
Lami Zane turned around.
Behind him was a cluster of midnight and scarlet armors, and more followers of the Mechanicus came to the Lord of the Night through the "friendly academic exchanges" that Dietrian had with them. The war machine presented by Ohm Messiah.
——Although in the opinion of Lamizane, who was invited to watch the rare "friendly" academic exchange process of the Mechanicus, Bishop Dietrian relied on his being Chaos to study anything and dare to use it, so he came alone. Kicked away from the rigid ethos of the gym-priests of the Origin Chapter.
(*...Although I don’t know what you are describing, but it feels like something incompatible with this place, I won’t ask more questions.)
“You are getting smarter and wiser. Where is the sense of boundary? It’s sad, but becoming less lovable is a side effect. Oh, oh, cubs will always grow up, and they will lose their cuteness when they become handsome.”
< br>(*...You'd better not do this, I guarantee you will regret it.)
If the Night Lords hear their genetic father talking to himself in this very ominous place If they had any horrified expressions about this, they didn't show it in their body language.
They just marched in silence and entered the catacombs of the castle one by one.
"I must say that although the term catacombs is not appropriate, it can describe the state here. - Markarian?"
The high-power servo sound of Dreadnought roared from A searchlight on Dreadnought's head was always turned on in this completely dark tomb passage, mainly for people outside the Midnight Lord sequence. The War Philosopher himself knew this place very well, and could even use it for thousands of years. The original function of each room was then pointed out, which made their progress and arrangement very easy.
"How is Talos's condition?"
"Still in a coma. The body temperature is quite high, and antipyretic drugs have no effect. It is a high fever caused by psychic energy and overactive cells. Valier reported Talos has been unwilling to cooperate with his treatment, and his coma and fever came quickly and violently."
Markarian paused, "His ravings and written content...are very numerous and specific."
"I've read it, and I've seen it too." He was holding the data pad and asking the mechanical priests to open it. The Lord of the Night answered by digging a huge shaft and covering it with cloth and spray painting it. "Do you believe that the future will be changed? Markarian?"
"My Lord." The War Philosopher was silent for a while, and then moved on. "You...have indeed changed a lot."
(*More than just a change! No one noticed at all! Markarian!)
"So what do you think?"
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"I feel sorry for the brothers who are not here at the moment - Sevita, Shen, Malek... Maybe I should stop picking on Dietrian when the battle is over. After all, strictly speaking, it was his obedience that made me After seeing you, I can fight with you again."
(*...Some people deserve to live, and some people deserve to die.)
" Then you might as well allow him. He must be very, very happy to continue painting outside your amniotic fluid chamber."
Wuwei made a metallic friction sound like the sound of reloading, "This may not be feasible, my lord, but I can allow it. He polished my armor. "Just now, he led them through a distance of several hundred meters and suddenly arrived at the remaining cones on the ground through a secret passage that they didn't know about, but they suddenly passed through a collapse. The tunnel reached the deep bottom of the tomb. He would sometimes stop for a moment, and then begin to instruct his descendants to do some strange things, including but not limited to pulling out some iron rods from a gap in the wall that they did not know about. The required angle was across the ground, or the Midnight Ghost asked them to push several heavy stone bars and stone beams to the positions he designated and place them strictly.
The workers of the Origin Chapter were obviously not as confident as the Night Lords, especially when they found that they might have been separated from their brothers, and were driven into a semi-abandoned place seemingly randomly in groups of three or six. When the room or a secret passage collapsed, these strange heretics still exposed their true face of evil. The voice of making them into the new flesh and blood foundation here spread among the crowd. After getting them, they would take back their weapons and prepare to fight. After the directive, speculation about sacrilegious rituals began to take hold again.
There are many doubts, but it doesn't matter. They are all Space Marines. When they see the appearance of the enemy they will face, they will know what to do immediately.
"That's it." When they stuffed the last designated waste cable into a broken push rod on the city wall - no one knew what kind of push rod it was. Looks like it hasn't been used in at least decades.
“What shall we do next? My lord.”
“Next… wait and wait.”
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In the sacred Mandulis Chapel on Titan, someone is waiting for visitors.
The breath of holy incense slowly flows out from the incense burners hidden in various niches. The servitors are busy patrolling, constantly lighting the flickering candles here and extinguishing them, and lighting up the smoke of the incense. Sculptures surrounding the Chapter's past heroes slowly spiral upward.
"Is it done?" The waiter who spoke first was wearing a silver-gray Terminator armor. The azure eyepieces shone brightly on the visor of his Crusader-style helmet, and etchings were etched on his armor. With so many past achievements and glory, these heavy historical records cover the surface of the entire set of power armor.
"Yes." The visitor replied. He was also wearing silver-gray armor, with the Nemesis power sword hanging on his waist. "Completed and confirmed to be sent."
"The ending at Star Yuting?"
"Make sure no one finds out."
"Where is the fortune teller?"
"After getting the results again, I have personally He sealed himself in the secret room."
"Very good." The waiter nodded slightly, "We have been waiting for such a short and long time that I almost feel like this is ours. Real.”
He turned around and looked at the reflection of the gold on the altar's uneven surface reflected by the candlelight. It was an unknown masterpiece carefully decorated by the technical slaves of the Chapter half a century ago. It represented the Emperor's The image before the Horus Heresy - the laurel-crowned Emperor tilted his head, as if beginning to realize the disaster, heavy damage and death that the heresy in the near future would bring to him, his heirs and the Imperium.
The azure eyepiece slowly moved down, scanning the vivid and exquisite images of the kneeling knights surrounded by the standing tall emperor - there was no heroic posture in battle, only pure piety. .
This is a gift from the Council of Terra and the Inquisition, and it is also an implicit admonishment. It reminds them that no matter how powerful they are, humility and obedience to the will of the Emperor are the highest of the Chapter. virtue.
The visitor also saw this, and he reminded the other party.
“Patience.”
"Yes." The other party murmured, "Patience."
(End of this chapter)