Chapter 575 Mysterious Words
"Black Jihad... Everything stems from the gods hating us. I am convinced that they need us. We are just their fuel. Our thoughts and actions give them Life is fundamentally us, every nightmare, every wound, every death - they are nurtured, strengthened, and shaped."
In the dark cell, hands are chained to the wall. Kayan, who was tightly bound and slumped on the ground, faced Soshiyang and whispered words that could be called treason in the ears of any judge.
“However, they are not independent and rational entities, and the sentient soul can never understand them in the slightest. They are forces that are not bound by reason. Emotions and behaviors give etheric form and remain eternal behind the curtain of matter. The ground is burning but they just hate us, I have no doubt about it.”
Soshiyang stared at the person in front of him. After being stripped of his power armor, what appeared in front of him was a tall but tall man. A slightly thinner body than Astartes.
Khayon maintains the standard amber skin of the Tizka people, with almost no scars visible, except for some faintly visible tiny scratches on his shaved head, which seem to have been made by slender claws.
Over the years, Soshyan has seen many Chaos Space Marines. Without exception, they are either bloody and violent, or crazy and chaotic. They almost always have a desire for killing or destruction on their faces, or they can't hide it. of gloom and deceit.
But the person in front of me is very unique. If I have to describe it, Kayon's temperament is closer to that of a melancholy and haggard poet. His calm face has a heavy bookish air. If you ignore his superhuman body shape, He is completely a standard scholar.
Soshyan will also compare him with Talos, but the result is that the temperament of the two is completely different.
Taros is more like a crazy poet with suicidal tendencies, and beneath the surface melancholy, his cruel killer nature cannot be concealed.
In a sense, Khayon was the most peaceful Chaos Space Marine Soshyan had ever seen.
"It seems that you have a deep research on the evil god of subspace."
"In the long time before joining the Black Legion, I did not only wander around, but also collected all kinds of knowledge. This is our instinct as Thousand Sons."
"Then go ahead."
"Some people believe that they have no mind or purpose, and they do not hate us. Incapable of hating, unable to love, and so on. Others think they are very generous, even kind, but those who deal with them must understand their own desires, and be willing to accept their gifts, even the most damning ones. See the power contained in them. Some people regard them as distant and dazzling existences. They are in love with the secret beliefs they are familiar with. They think that the gods see the potential we have, and we have to fight with blood and sweat. Not only that, but Azek is the only one who strives to realize the potential, believing that they are existences that can be defeated and surpassed - rational, irrational, and so on."
"I thought all of you fanatically believed in evil gods."
"Some, even a large part, but not all of them. They laugh at our dreams, laugh at our ambitions, and compete with our nature. Men only fight to enslave us, even though they know they need us. They need strong men for their own purposes, so they upgrade us and give us much to achieve our goals. And when we resist their vanity, they will Abandoning and destroying us is far from simple malice - malice often comes from intuition and is very crude, even beasts can understand it. It is not resentment, it requires perception, emotion, and the ability to hate and anger. ""Since that is the case. You think the evil god is controlling everything, so how is Abaddon different from the Horus of the past? Even if he is favored by the evil god, he will also fail."
"No. , you are wrong, they never favored him. The gods reserved their strongest hatred for Abaddon. Oh, it’s hard to imagine how much they despised him. They wanted him hungrily, and even fought with each other, just to get him. Seducing his soul wrapped in iron armor, seizing the great glory of playing with it in the palm of his hand. The hatred of the gods towards Abaddon is like parasitism, or obsession, and the resentment arising from it further nourishes them. If not Abaddon, then no one has any hope of victory, and if he only chooses one god, the war of Chaos will end quickly."
"From what you say, you don't seem to be optimistic about the Great Plunder. Abaddon."
"Optimistic? A perfunctory word. He doesn't fight for the gods who still hate him even though they need him. He has no interest in the war between the gods. Abaddon only does it for himself, for ambition, and for those who go with him. He fights as brothers together. He fights for the legions abandoned by the Emperor. He looks at the empire we built with blood, sweat and sword, and wants to take it back. He just wants to return to the false emperor who gave us life. , watching the false emperor shed blood for all his failures, he only thought about continuing his father's failed career, only thinking about the union of the cursed, and only thinking about the wrong fate that happened to all of us. ”
In the darkness, Soshyan sneered with contempt. .
"A traitor is a traitor. Don't talk about the so-called brotherhood. Those things were torn up by you during the Great Rebellion. Abaddon has the blood of his relatives on his hands. I'm afraid he can't even count them. Right?"
"Do you think he is hypocritical?"
"Of course"
"Yes, and this is the source of all the contempt the gods have for him. They plead with him, beg, betray him in contempt, and then have to crawl back in the hope that he will change his mind and kneel to them! Yet the power always belongs to him. Abaddon, the gods will never forgive this, Abaddon's greatest strength is also his deepest flaw because he will never surrender to the gods, and the gods will always turn their back on him, making his ultimate triumph elusive. ! Some say Abaddon's fate is that of an ouroboros, a giant snake trying to swallow its own tail, just as the gods seek a submission that he will never grant, and he seeks a victory that will never come."
“What have you said so much, and what does it have to do with the question I raised?”
“So, this is the truth. The history of the Black Legion is written in blood, and most of it is us. Even though our own blood can easily despise the betrayal and cowardice of the dying Sons of Horus, their reborn strength and resistance will only be even more disgusting. In short, we refuse to perish! Oh, because of this, Our blood relatives hate us, and they hunt us in the Eye of Terror for two sins: living and fighting for our destiny.”
After hearing these words, Soshyan spat directly on the ground.
"Two major crimes? Bah! In my eyes, your two major crimes are only betrayal of humanity and betrayal of the Emperor - but no matter which one, it is enough to wash away the glory you once carried. Every Chaos lackey has a permanent mark of shame on his soul! The traitor is unworthy of defending himself and will pay with blood.”
(End of this chapter)