Chapter 502 The Evil Guest Arrives
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Will people who are sealed in a stasis position be conscious?
Robert Guilliman wondered if the others would.
But judging from the reactions of the heirs he knew who were buried in Fearless... Since time stops outside the position, the series of biochemical reactions, nerve currents and other internal chemical reactions are consistent The perception caused...should not be there, right?
His memory has been fixed in the last moment before becoming still for ten thousand years -
The touch of the sharp blade cutting through the skin, the severe pain of the venom invading the blood vessels, the pain and regret of a little bit of suffocation... His The sight of his children dying for him, their sorrowful cries in his ears, the red helmet... and the flash of the cold sun on the storm-torn ocean -
All of this stayed in his material The body made his eyes seem elusive, ethereal and empty until he started to dream.
Yes, dreaming.
Since he will start to dream, is this stasis position still... considered stasis for him?
This was a thought he had at the last moment when he entered that wonderful dream. Unfortunately, too many things happened at that time... and were so shocking that his thoughts only briefly passed over this question before he was sent back.
Unfortunately, before he could further think about the deeper meaning of this problem, he was kicked back and replayed the role of the eternally silent but vivid statue in the Sovereign Temple.
Now his baby blue eyes are still looking forward, and the crimson blood droplets on his neck are still hanging near the wound. Somewhere in his body, Fulgrim's assassination sword The poison quenched above is about to reach and corrode his heart.
As long as the stasis is lifted at this moment, for a few seconds-perhaps as long as the last second, Robert Guilliman will truly face his death, and his name and responsibility will change from this to darkness. , decaying, scratched away from reality like a dying corpse, becoming like the rest of his brothers, ultimately, just legends.
Everything will be rewritten, everything will become completely different.
His descendants in blue armor were ignorant. Even the most outstanding of them, the Great Guardian of Macragge who took the name of Calgar on behalf of others and fulfilled his promise, could not see through the veil in front of the visitor. Mist.
Just because at this moment and here, their understanding of him is that "this person has been dead for many years", so "there is no way he can appear here", through this, they want them to regard him as nothing. It's so easy.
Only the talented little prophet in the middle saw him through his vision of the future - after all, he did appear here in a "future" that was getting closer and closer, so Varro Tigris was able to break through this cognitive phantom, see his existence, and boldly attack him.
A psychic lightning exploded in front of his eyes. He waved his hand impatiently and threw it back behind the curtain, melting deep into the waves of primal energy.
The next wave of attacks followed, as well as others who tried to comfort and stop Tigris' continued use of his power.
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“Danger!” The unprecedentedly powerful spiritual pressure exhausted the chief think tank. He panted and stood up again, raising the staff in his hand, “Leave quickly. There! Get away from him! This is the traitor and the enemy!”
Although the lords and company commanders of the Ultramarines quickly dispersed from his sight, they did not feel any chaos or lifelessness. The breath of the person. But his expression and tone, as if there was really something monstrous and vicious for him to see and it didn't look like he was being fake, still made his comrades choose to believe in Tigris again.
For the sake of caution, Otan Cassius, the Lord of the Sanctuary and the Guardian of the Soul of the Chapter, raised the priest's scepter in his hand and recited the sacred prayer loudly in his voice full of passion and courage. , the small bodies of the two Cherubim he summoned were hovering above him, constantly spraying the smoke of holy water and incense.
Still nothing happened.
The solemn temple was quiet and serene, with the smoke of candles and incense floating among the rows of names of the fallen that reflected the golden light of the candles.
Fine raindrops fell from the clouds above the temple's majestic dome, which was so high that it formed an internal microclimate, like gentle tears. The needle drop could be heard in the room, and as if in response, the pilgrims who had been evacuated from the outside and headed down the mountain sang beautiful and sad hymns, praising the destination of the dead warriors and loyal souls.
The other Ultramarines stood silently in a ring, watching the chief think tank frantically and helplessly trying his best to inspire his power towards a deserted place, the marble floor was scorched and cracked. , the ancient rock formations and soil beneath it stirred up handfuls of dust on the bright and clean floor.
Severus Agyman sighed and wanted to step forward to persuade Tigris, but Calgar suddenly reached out to hold him and shook his head solemnly at him.
Suddenly, the Chapter Master took hold of his power fist and threw a ferocious punch towards the spot where Tigris attacked with all his strength.
Everyone held their breath and concentrated.
No movement.
No illusion was broken, and nothing screamed out.
Even Calgar frowned at this time.
Is the current situation really just that Tigris has been fighting against the Supreme Heaven for many years? This talented and loyal chief think tank prematurely exhausted his will in frequent spiritual battles, so that he began to be unable to distinguish reality. Is there a limit to vision?
Thinking of the scenes that he had heard about or witnessed many times when high-level psykers lost control, Calgar finally made up his mind that he could no longer let the chief think tank act like this in front of the tomb of the Gene Father.
——He didn’t want Tigris’ flesh and blood to melt into a subspace crack in the spiritual flames that burned within his body, allowing the filthy and unclean inanimate beings to have any chance of setting foot in the Temple of Solemnity.
——He did not want to lose Varro Tigris, his comrade-in-arms, his brother, his reliable and loyal old friend.
He turned his head slightly and exchanged glances with Cassius, Agaman, and Galenus, who still couldn't believe that things would turn out like this.
Then they rushed forward, the iron halo around them sparkling due to the agitation and conflict of energy in the air. Calgar prepared to control Varo Tigris himself - and began to try to knock him unconscious.
"No! Calgar! Don't do it! He's 'the one'! I'm saving you all..."
"I'm sorry, Varro, but we can't let you have problems here."
The Chief Librarian's eyes widened, and then he convulsed and fell into Calgar's arms, revealing a single molecular blade combat dagger inserted into his back - it was made by Brother Cassius, the Lord of Souls. He inserted a nerve interface into Tigris with his own hands and forcibly used severe nerve pain to temporarily inhibit his ability to move.
Tigris looked unwillingly and angrily at the original body who stood there and stared at his eyes with interest - yes, it can only be the original body. With such appearance and power, it can only be a genetic original body. The body, and Varro Tigris, as one of the people in the Adeptus Astartes and even the entire empire who may have the most knowledge of forbidden knowledge and ancient records, the name is on his lips, but he cannot shout directly to his brothers Use his evil name as a warning.
The tall, thin, strange and beautifully pale creature raised a finger towards him and made a silent mouth gesture. Those two thin lips were raised, slowly speaking silent words to Tigris.
Shhh. Still, not, to, when, when.
Tigris wanted to say something else, but the pharmacist who came after hearing the news began to quickly push the powerful sedative from the armor's medication pipeline into the body of the chief think tank.
An irresistible feeling of fatigue swept through the brain and nerves of the chief think tank. Several sparks jumped unwillingly on his psychic hood, and then began to extinguish. Calgar breathed a sigh of relief and let the Forge Master step forward. , urgently put on a psychic suppression collar for Tigris.
Hey, one of the fates of a Seer is to always be questioned, no matter how much you have contributed to your Chapter, experience it well, Son of Guilliman.
The Primarch of the Night Lords sneered at the chief think tank and glanced dangerously at Calgar, whose eyes contained trust and worry, with an unhappy look.
——Tsk.
Then he seemed to be listening to something, and then he raised his head and looked at the sky with some impatience.
——The time has come, why hasn’t it...
The huge shadow blocked the golden sunlight cast by the star on the earth, and a shrill air defense siren sounded in the sky above Macragge.
Very punctual, well done, son of Perturabo.
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Macragge, the pearl of the Empire and the Ultramarine Sector, the center of the five hundred worlds of Ultramar, the home world of the Ultramarines , now on the screen before them, shone with beautiful blue and green light against a black cosmic background, white clouds swept across her surface, her poles and equator were dotted with her famous fortifications and fortresses, a series of Orbital defense platforms circled her equator like diamonds around a lady's neck.
"I can't believe it! This impossible thing happened! We really got here without any fighting!"
Adalik Vannas Station On the left side of the command throne, and Kataras Grendel standing on the right side of the commander, the Iron Warriors champion, who has now been officially promoted to the warband's adjutant, is seriously putting a full data pad aside and holding a file box on the machine. In the servant's hand, replace it with another new one.
"Although you have the help of your Ultramarines' automatic answering contemplation array and the code in the Inquisitor's mind, your luck is too good."
The former Raven Guard crossed his arms and sat on the command throne. Hongsuo stared at the beautiful planet in front of him.
“There was not a single person who asked to board the ship for personal inspection along the way! They verified the code but did not find out that your navigator was a demon prince! We just drove straight in and jumped directly to the sky above Macragge. ! ”
“Macragge.” The ghostly face of the amulet inhabited by Mka hung like a bracelet on Honso’s silver arm made a sound of retching in disgust. Sounding like a terrifying echo from the abyss, "I remember this place, and it's disgusting that it hasn't changed in so long."
"Because no one expected me to be in Maku Jumping over the lager,” Honso smiled as he sat reservedly under the dome of the cathedral. "The Indomitable was originally authorized to 'jump randomly within the Ultramar sector,' wasn't it? It's just that the original crew would not set jump coordinates in the direction of their home planet and important planets, but would only choose It's a desolate and uninhabited land, but that doesn't change the authority it was actually granted. So, even though the defense platform and the fleet were confused, the authority and code we used came from Maneus Calgar and Varro Tigris. , it is a completely legal and authentic product, with no forgeries at all. Of course, they have no reason to suspect that such a ship, which directly belongs to Lord Macragge and carries half a company of Ultramarines, is passing by them. defense zone ”
The Potion Master looked at Hestian's brainwave monitoring in the water tank, entered some prepared scenarios, and then began injecting him with sedatives.
“As for where I want to jump out after passing by, that’s my business, isn’t it?”
“We did arrive successfully without damaging any of our soldiers. Grendel's voice sounded untimely, "But all the space warriors and troops we brought from the Maelstrom and you brought from Medlengard are not enough to directly attack the current Macragge. The winning rate is still not high."
The champion adjutant clicked on the calculator and input panel, "There is also a complete defense fleet in Macragge's far-end orbit, as well as in the Hera Fortress. According to the current communication results, all members of the first and second companies of the Ultramarines are here, in low-Earth orbit... Oh, there are the remaining half of the fifth company here, and Their strike cruiser, the Eternal King, seems to be back. The winning rate of the war needs to be lowered again, War Blacksmith. "Then you will refuse to fight?"< br>
Kadaras calmly put away the data pad and showed his full-power gun and ax to the other two. "I will dedicate all the harvested souls and blood to our father. This is a long-lost glory, how can I refuse?"
"...It's too terrifying." Vannas said in a kind of way A voice that everyone could hear whispered to Honso, "Seeing you turn Grendel into this makes me feel cold all over again, although I feel like I can hear the gods laughing wildly."
"Haha! Boy! How about it! It's time to release me! My army of demons will help you win easily!" Mka laughed wildly, "You said we would do something big in the home of the Sons of Guilliman... ...You really did what you said, Macragge. For this reason, I will not care about your rudeness in not releasing me immediately and driving the warp engine! Let me out now! To..."
"It's time for you to go back to work," Hong Suo replied expressionlessly.
"Little bastard! How dare you..." As the power of the magic circle carved around the engine increased, Muka was dragged back to the core of the engine where it was trapped with strong resentment and unwillingness.
"Then what should we do now?" Vannas asked.
"There are only about eleven minutes until we might be discovered." Grendel raised his head.
Honso smiled.
"Is 'there' ready?"
Grendel nodded. "As you commanded, we started preparing when we jumped out of the subspace."
The war blacksmith stood up, "Next, let you see what 'I', Honso, can do, my dear brothers."
He grinned, as if Smiling with satisfaction at what was to come, causing damage to the Ultramarines that would be irreparable for a long time to come.
(End of this chapter)