Chapter 343 A ghost, the ghost is wandering here
"So the area where the Desert Ark is located needs to dispatch a tactical team 'rich in combat and riot control experience against Space Marines' for emergency support?" ”
On the Destiny Steel-Iron Blood, members of the Honor Guard received a message from His Highness Angron Petra.
The arrival of this message immediately temporarily terminated the Iron-Blooded's twelfth mess hall siege and thirteenth mess hall expedition this week, and triggered an unprecedented upsurge in the use and discussion of the gladiatorial cage hall.
——No matter what technical officers are needed there or what additional selection criteria there are, as long as you defeat the opponent first, you will increase your chances of being selected. This simple truth is that now the Iron-Blooded Everyone knows it clearly.
The Brass Throne greatly appreciated the sudden surge of blood-red anger and courage that poured into its Fortress of Eternal War, and urgently sent a void congratulatory message and a recruitment letter.
When the vampire herald riding a steel bull just jumped out of the gladiator cage of the Iron Blood, riding on the passionate battle here and the exciting wave of subspace emotions to determine the strongest one - —Oh, and then under the disappointed eyes of the red-eyed Astartes, the anti-psychic detection and automatic annihilation system of the Iron-Blooded's 88th upgrade arrived and "kicked (annihilated) back (annihilated)" Where it comes from.
The result was that Perturabo BC was even more furious when he discovered that the Khorne part of the tables he had just flattened was again uneven because of the increase.
"I can't stand it! We need subtle and planned calculations! Subtle! Balanced! Obedient! Like pruning a hedge in a garden! Damn it! When I get back to the Iron Blood I'm going to draw Somebody stuffed it into a torpedo tube and fired it to get my blood pressure down - so what happened to those crazy Dornish kids who got kicked behind the blast door on deck seven?"
"I must? It was pointed out that it would not be conducive to the harmony of the garden if the plants were all hedges - obviously, the devout monks of the Black Templars were tightly surrounding their lost 'primarch', like a group of vigilant black dragons guarding their last. Like precious treasures, and trying to listen to more of 'Dorne's teachings by interpreting every gesture and movement of your poor students, as well as the extremely fierce curses and vows of revenge against us. To be honest, they have been recited for so long and there are The cadence even sounds like ancient Gregorian chant.”
The former imperial regent made a cup of tea, and the air was immediately filled with the faint fragrance of white flowers. "Come on, take a sip, Angron, don't worry too much, there are two primarchs and one Malcador here, what can't you do?" "What about the solution?"
The 12th Primarch received the sad news that he had been labeled a "traitor who collaborated with heretics" by the descendants of Dorn without his knowledge, and took the teacup from the old man's hand. The face was once again as peaceful as the body of the Iron Lord hidden behind the screen by Perturabo BC. Then he took a sip of tea and sighed.
“We might as well have let Perturabo bomb half of Wandering Port.”
On the ceiling, no one cares, no one knows, and there is Lamy who cannot return to his place. Mr. Zane Carosini is currently looking at his "drawn" soul body that is "glued" to a stagnant position and feels very uneasy.
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Desert Ark
Seventh deck
The lights in the isolation compartment are bright, shining——
Magna Do, whose golden armor shines but is covered with condensation water underneath. Grace and the Black Templar monks who were kneeling on the ground surrounded him.
"Donne, the great saint of Terra! Our glorious genetic father..." With just these words, Lord Caleb almost choked up and couldn't continue, "I can't believe it! Those abominable traitors and heretics! Look what they did to you! If it weren't for your golden armor...your voice, your eyes, your face..." He Kneeling tremblingly, he murmured a prayer to the newly locked weapons on his wrists and began to confess to the Holy Emperor.
"It's our fault! The God Emperor has guided us here, but we didn't find you earlier! And when you were forced to wear that filthy cloak to try to appease your heirs, we didn't recognize you immediately! Repent! We need more repentance and atonement! Only the blood of sinners can wash away our sins! "
... We should not look at the majestic and beautiful body in the saved information. The teacher and the armory made it and wore it.
This is good, because the relationship between the perfect replicas has been mistaken. What should I do? Why are these Black Templars actually different from Lysander and the others? Aren't they all descendants of the original body, brothers by genetic blood?
Magnar Dorn sat in the center, not knowing what to do, but when his black-and-white tyrant guardian Perturabo BC furiously tried to make peace with the reality-warp balance sheet It's best not to disturb him too much when he's there, but he knows this very well. Because he used his logged-in mecha to kill the intruding demon for the first time, he ran to the studio in panic. As a result, the calculation process was interrupted. Perturabo became furious and forced him to shut down for several days. But it’s still fresh in my memory!
In the database of his "cognitive" history, there is a large amount of corpus analysis of Lamizane Carosini and Perturabo BC in the daily life dialogue section, as well as a few of Malcador and Angron, and other Astartes, none of them told him how to deal with such a situation, so he remembered what Lamizane told him during the chat, "Don't agree to anything casually! If you don't know what to say, just stay silent." "Yes, wait for Pepe or others to help you clarify or explain the situation."
Magna Dorn believes that this suggestion is very pertinent and practical, and as the master control machine soul of a ship, he is not used to leaving the familiar void ship too far.
So he shook his head resolutely when the group of Black Templars who came after hearing the news asked him to leave with them, and then he was dizzy before being surrounded by them who looked sad and angry into the isolation cabin. There wasn't much movement - he was very confident that he could run away in time, even if he didn't want this golden power armor! By subcontracting data through ubiquitous communications networks, Ms. Lotharassalin of the Desert Ark will help him.
But the smart Magna thought about it again and decided to check the situation first. After all, they are the descendants of the original body! So when he sat down, he waved his hands slightly at any of their speculations, meaning that there was actually no such thing, I'm fine, don't think too much.
But it is obvious that there is too much content that can be interpreted by gestures without verbal description.
The atmosphere in the isolation cabin became increasingly solemn.
The oaths of praising the God-Emperor, his father, and vowing revenge are made by different monks every moment.
Magna's panicked eyepiece reflected their priest Geratos. This brother priest, who believed that he had unforgivably offended the holy primarch in his previous actions, now took off his Powered by armor, he only wore the simplest and rough linen ascetic robes, and his feet were bare. His hands were burned completely by the ignited atonement coals, and his feet showed bright red streaks along the path he came from. Seal - the priest's hands and feet, punished by his previous actions, are now covered with bleeding wounds left by caltrops, and his scarred, pale and pious and faithful face is exposed with shame. Under the light and gaze.
Due to his ascetic practice of wearing a priest skull mask and never taking it off, this is the first time for many believer brothers to see their priest after serving and fighting side by side for decades or even nearly a century. This made Geratos, who came forward with his head bowed under the gaze of the crowd, feel a sense of atonement as if he had been publicly humiliated.
"Father! Your suffering is so noble, and it is the source of our vengeful rage." He knelt down devoutly before the golden armor of the Primarch, kissed and stepped on the Primarch's boots. As he passed the ground, his rosary beads and ankh fell to the ground as he moved. "Your Majesty the God-Emperor who sits upon Terra! Please take care of your servants. May your holy wrath fill our hearts, so that any traitor and heretic will melt in the face of our wrath. May your might be filled with you. Our arms, let us fight off all kinds of shameless evil under your gaze. May your steadfast vigilance fill our souls, so that no heretic and treacherous enemy can divert us from your righteous intentions. I will avenge you! Witness the crusade we launch for you! Your will is our firm weapon! I will atone for my sins! Purify!”
Young Dorn's eyepieces turned a vivid blue from the excessive surprise of witnessing what was happening.
What's going on? Why would he hurt himself so badly? Just because of a misunderstanding? I don't mind? ! I didn't say you minded? ! Did you ask me before you hurt yourself? Do you want atonement like this from you? !
Is this really the descendant of the original body? How did they become like this? Isn't this different from the Imperial Fist he saw on the Iron Blood?
What shaped them into such fanatics after thousands of years?
Wait, but what does he mean by this? Are they planning to start attacking the Desert Ark and the others on it here? !
no? ! Wait a minute? ! What did I say about me? !
Magna Dorn began to frantically output messages to Angron and Malcador. Who will help him? Help him hold down these descendants painted in black! Why do we start a war if we don't agree? !
In the eyes of the Black Templars, the Gene Father, who had been captured, deceived, damaged, and robbed of his voice and senses, stood up and stretched out his hands because of the devout oaths of atonement made by his heirs. , for their unrepentant journey of atonement and salvation——
(End of this chapter)