Chapter 353 The Guide (Part 2)
The eternal battle.
In the end, they saw each other's every move, every look, and every intention.
Geratos felt very remorseful, because he suddenly felt that this heretical movement was in sync with the saint's, just like a man attacking his own reflection in a mirror.
For a moment, their faces even began to overlap, and the Night Lord's filthy spiritual energy was guided and extended out to fill the entire body of Sigismund, who had no spiritual energy——
He blinked, and the feeling immediately disappeared like a soap bubble.
The strange Night Lord, who could not lose to Sigismund in speed and combat skills during the two days and two nights of battle, suddenly hit Sigismund with his helmet. The latter's blade was too late to defend this time -
The Templar Commander's helmet was cracked by the impact, but his blade still cut open the Crow Prince's faceplate.
The handsome pale face was half covered by his own red blood, but there was a strange smile in his black eyes when he looked at Sigismund.
"Your first blood, mine. Sigismund."
"Hey! This is a foul!" A tall Imperial Fist shouted from the side, and Geratos noticed that the double ax logo of the Executioner Chapter appeared on the front of his yellow armor.
The Night Lord turned a deaf ear to this. He just shrugged, showing a little bored expression, and put the halberd on his shoulder casually and elegantly, preparing to leave here.
Just as the two first company commanders passed each other, Geratos heard a whisper that no one else heard but that only Sigismund could hear.
"There are no winners here. And, you should have seen it, my brother," the sinner's voice almost did not exist in this world, "Things will not develop smoothly. Honor, you Me too."
What does he mean? How dare this hateful traitor tarnish the Lord Templar's hearing and damage his honor with such despicable words?
But to Geratus's surprise, Sigismund fell silent.
When the pastor turned around, he saw a hollow and suspicious smile flash across the corner of his rock-solid handsome face like a phantom.
The Black Templar priests are surrounded by nameless panic.
Then there was nothing at his feet again.
He found himself standing in a place that looked like a command post in an underground bomb shelter. Men and women with disheveled hair were running around shouting and wearing uniforms with Imperial Sky Eagles that he had never seen before.
And in front of him stood another shining, tall, but tired person. No, how could it be a person? The moment that great figure fell into his sight, the supreme ecstasy that swept everything ignited Geratos's heart. body and mind.
"Is it you?! Holy Dorne?! It's you! Is this the reason why I was sent here?! How can I shoulder such a privilege!"
The first second At that time, Geratos really thought that he was sent to find the soul of Dorne, who was already far away from them.
But the experience of three scenes with different images he had just experienced made him realize that things were far from that simple.
He noticed the haze on their god-like genetic father’s resolute, immobile, almost stiff face, and the darkness in his eyes. They were not caused by physical damage, that kind of pressure could only come from Due to the invisible and huge expectations he felt mentally, as well as his overly straight and stiff standing posture - the priest couldn't believe his eyes. He only saw this posture for the first and last time among some unqualified new bloods. I saw it once when I was on the battlefield - it was like - it was like -
The voice sounded again.
"It was as if he was actually overwhelmed. Faced with the demands of his father's endless responsibilities and the pressure of destruction from his brothers' equally endless malice, they wanted to attack him from both sides and completely destroy him. But he He is unwilling to give up, because he knows that he alone is responsible for the fate of the entire race, the entire species, and the love and hate, vulnerability and strength, despair and hope of all of them. "
The voice sighed sadly.
"How he wished that any of his brothers would stand by his side and help him! But they didn't! Geratos! No! No one! Although there may be some proof afterwards that they did what they should. But it can never change the fact of what happened."
The voice deepened. "Dorn, father, my lord, only I can protect him... I will do it for him..." The priest saw Rogal Dorn speak. His voice was hard and cold, as desperate as the smile on his lips. .
"So those things that the girl told you that I once thought were superstitions really happened one after another, didn't they? I even made you suffer a lot for it. But Now even Malcador is starting to waver. I don’t know what else is worth holding on to. Maybe it makes sense to wait until we can survive this.”
The lines on the original body’s face looked at the person in front of him. He softened for half a second, and then put on the stone mask again that could not be seen to be shaken, tired, weak or giving up.
The white-blue pupils that even began to have bloodshot eyes reflected a firm and sharp face with a pursed mouth.
Donne looked at his proudest son and smiled again.
The smile was as hollow and sad as his eyes.
"Do you remember what I said to you after the ceremony in Ullanor? Sigismund?"
"I remember, my lord."
< br>"We talked about the end of the war. We talked about imperial truth, we talked about humanity, unity, progress, tolerance; we talked about how we will eventually eliminate ignorance and ignorance, let reason and fairness rule everything, end warlords and exploitation, put an end to hunger. and war will disappear from the galaxy, so that the species we protect will no longer be threatened by fear and live in panic. After the arrival of true peace, what amazing things will humans create in the future, and how will they build their own glory and glory? The future."
The voice of the Seventh Primarch was inaudible, he was almost talking to himself.
"If that time comes, my son, even if you don't believe in me, you will be by my side."
The voice that answered Rogal Dorn overlapped with the voice heard by Geratos .
"I will always be by your side, Father. No matter where you go."
"Then."
Geratos thought he would have the pleasure of kissing Hearing what the Primarch had to say about one of the most famous orders given by Divine Dorn to Saint Sigismund, and the beginning of Saint Sigismund's rise to become the first Emperor's Champion - I most My beloved, my best, my son, I will let you go (Iset you free, mybeloved, mybest, son.) to fulfill the mission for which you were originally created (Donow what you were made to do.) to harm them. (Hurtthem.)
"My favorite, best, son, I will..."
Suddenly, the face was almost broken by the weight of the Emperor's will, the new empire and the fate of the entire human race. The face of the original body God suddenly began to twist and change, until a brand new face carefully recast from moonsilver and fine gold emerged from his neck——
Those who are witnessing this sacred and solemn scene Geratos leaned back and let out a strangled gasp, his hair standing on end in shock at this change that was not in any record or possibility.
"I will never let you sacrifice for me again and let you be driven by Him. I have witnessed the most cold and cruel darkness, and it has been repeated again and again for thousands of years. This time."
The death mask of the Dornish Relic that Geratos knew opened its cold and graceful metal lips and said so.
The blazing flame of will and determination was rekindled in the pair of white-blue eyes behind the mask.
“This time. My son, this time our ideals will come true.”
“And this time, you and I will be by my side.”
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And this is the sick Melancholy and his Dirty Claws that everyone is concerned about.
(End of this chapter)