Chapter 671 Holy Blood Comes to Help
His hands were covered with blood. The low incense candle was the only lighting in this small house. The power he communicated with it resided in the iron chain hanging on the wall. in the bones.
The air is filled with smoke, a layer of putty wraps the bones, and a forked tongue hangs from the jawless skull.
He moved very slowly, erasing the words that appeared on an ancient silver plate. He summoned it three times, forcing the other party to tell three secrets.
In the end, he didn't get what he wanted.
The Warp responded with silence, no answers to his questions, he wanted to know what the darkness that shrouded Armageddon was, but even the daemon was silent, preferring to be destroyed by him.
As soon as he finished writing on the silver tablet, he heard the door open.
Suddenly the candle flames started to flicker. He put down the blood-stained silver plate and reached for a copper bowl with both hands. At the same time, heavy footsteps sounded behind him.
“Why are you so troubled, brother?”
The answer was only silence. He listened carefully, his senses could distinguish the characteristics of the smallest sounds, which was his innate ability. talent.
The rhythm of footsteps, the presence or absence of breathing, and the operating sounds of the servo system within the armor, all of these were as clear to him as the lines on his palm.
“Brother Zaghari.”
He did not raise his head, but looked at the red water in the bowl intently.
"This is not like you, so quiet."
There was still no answer, the footsteps also stopped, only the slight collision of armor was still there.
Three people appeared in total, and he blinked, trying to guess the identities of the others.
Then he raised his hand and shook off the remaining pink water droplets on his curved fingers. For people like them, power is an intricate mirror that contains perception, control and belief.
At this moment, he should have been suspicious. He should have turned around to see who came in through the door he had sealed with his own hands. He should have reached out and pulled out a weapon to defend himself.
“Brother Miso, I hope this is not your response to the method I chose. If so, you can just say it and I will tell you that that is the method I chose. Others will definitely agree."
Muttering to himself, he took a black cloth from the side of the bowl and wiped his hands. For some reason, the scars on his knuckles were aching.
"Laman Stephens, I have heard your silence. All of you must understand that I did it as a last resort."
In his mind, he recalled the previous question from the tortured devil's mouth. If it is revealed, that guy can understand the future in a way that he cannot understand. This may be quite dangerous, but it doesn't matter, he believes that he can control it.
“A crisis has emerged between the real realm and the invisible matter. I encountered those nightmares day after day. The dark star has begun to appear, but it has not yet fully bloomed. We need some It takes extraordinary measures to get over this hurdle."
After that, he threw the cloth back into the bowl, splashing water, picked up the gauntlet from the table, and put it on carefully.
“I know you are afraid.”
He looked down at his palms that were splashed with water, and bent his fingers to adjust their positions.
"Yes, I mean fear. There are many forms of fear, and those are the more common ones on the battlefield. Watching your comrades being knocked down, watching your blood relatives fall into black rage, watching the battlefield. The situation has taken a turn for the worse. How can you react to such a crisis? What else can you feel other than fear? "
He straightened his fingers one by one, and his mind was split into two parts, and he was about to be taken away by force? The words are equated with a more direct and incredible result.
"You regard those shadows as monsters and are eager to kill them, but you should not be afraid of what I do. I am not your enemy."
After saying these words , he held his breath.
Why don't they answer?
If you want to take action, why is there no movement?
"I have always thought that I am such a person, not good at words and clumsy in thinking."
He reached out and picked up his dagger, the silver blade was smeared with blood.
“But at this moment all I ask is that you listen.”
Then he got ready, and his two hearts violently pumped hot blood into his body.
"Listen to me, trust me." Suddenly, he turned around.
“I believe in you, Brother Callistarius.”
This is another existence speaking, but the voice almost lost his soul. Scared.
He turned around and saw only a noble mask, in the shape of a crying handsome man with long hair, golden tears frozen on a face full of sorrow
The next moment the silver blade dropped and fell When he landed on the ground, he was stunned. When he came back to his senses, the hut was empty, with no one around.
The sound of the dagger hitting the ground broke the silence in the room.
The two hearts in his chest beat like heavy hammers. He stood blankly for a while, and then walked towards the door of the room, his staggering steps causing echoes in the room.
I saw that the warning seal he had personally arranged had turned into fly ash, but the door was intact and there was no sign of it being opened, so he reached out to open it and then stopped.
What just happened?
Is it an illusion?
Is it an attack?
Is it a warning?
Why did Sanguirio suddenly speak to him?
In confusion, Registrar Callistarius, an honorary member of the Blood Angels Think Tank and the First Company, sighed softly, feeling that the future was becoming increasingly confusing, especially after the Chapter set off to support Armageddon. This feeling is getting stronger and stronger.
As the think tank of the Chapter, in addition to managing the Chapter's classics and files, he is also responsible for the divination before the Chapter goes on an expedition.
The results of divination are not good, but the danger does not come from war. It seems that there is a darker existence waiting for them there, at least that thing will never be a green skin——
In order to know what it is, he even does not hesitate to use certain taboo powers - even among think tank groups, he is known for his boldness.
It was this kind of boldness that made him stand out in the "Curse of Sin" boarding operation against the abandoned space city. However, the vast majority of soldiers stayed away from psychic powers and were a bit "playing with fire" with him. "People who tend to be more likely to be isolated, so his friends are basically smart
Library.
“Alas, I have been restless these days——”
After finishing the divination, he chose to meditate in place for a while, but suddenly his personal communication channel was accessed .
"Callistarius Registrar."
It was the voice of his apprentice Gaius Lecheros. Amid the static noise, the other party seemed to be waiting for him. respond.
"What's the matter?"
"Did I bother you?"
Callistarius looked at the empty dark cabin, and then responded slowly.
“No, just tell me.”
“What happened?”
With that said, Callistarius stood up and picked up his helmet from the table.
“Armageddon is coming soon.”
“Understood, I’ll be there soon. Anything else?”
“Well, I just received it The latest news, we are not the first ones to arrive."
"Who is that?"
"It's the Astral Knights and the White Templar Chapter. They are both sub-groups of the Imperial Fists."
Callistarius was stunned for a moment, and for a moment, he seemed to capture it in his mind What, but soon found nothing as before.
"Strange——"
With confusion, he left his room, leaving only the incense in the darkness slowly dissipating——
(End of this chapter )