Chapter 1130 Lennart’s Determination
Lennart Meyers entered this deep pit alone again, because he realized that the problem must be solved tonight.
He walked in the darkness for a long time, and stopped when he reached the entrance at the bottom.
“We should talk.”
To Lennart Meyers, the sound in the darkness sounded like a chorus of knives scraping against metal.
Frost spread across the walls and floors, and a tingle of static shot across his skin.
After a while, a tall shadow stepped into his field of vision.
Its figure seemed to emerge directly from the darkness, and its whole body was wrapped in darkness. Only a bare snake-shaped helmet was exposed, covered with ice crystal scales, and the scarlet eyepiece was contained in the snake's body. During the kiss, sharp teeth were lined up and down the eyepiece.
"Talk about..."
Lennart Meyers looked very cautious, and the giant also stopped.
This was not the first time that the Inquisitor wanted to find out the details of this collaborator who had been in contact with him a long time ago. Even when he was still studying under his mentor, the other party had already cooperated with his mentor, and even his mentor's Mentor——
Their entire faction seems to have had a long-term relationship with this person.
No one knows its name, they just call it "Viper".
He also once doubted whether the other party was a fallen member of the former Legion Astartes, but his mentor told him that the plans executed by this man were all in compliance with a great will.
But is that true?
Could that be true?
Personally, Lennart Meyers does not believe it, even if he can have today's status, it has something to do with the other party.
Who is this person loyal to and what is his purpose?
Now, more than ever, this question seems to need an answer.
As if aware of it, Lennart Meyers suddenly turned around and looked around the dark passage, and then turned back again.
"You didn't notify me before you came."
"I can come and go as I please."
The Viper shook his head.
"It will only appear when I think it is needed, and it will definitely appear."
"Whose side are you on?"
Lennart Meyers asked suddenly, while Viper tilted his head as if he didn't understand.
So the judge emphasized again.
“You know what I’m talking about.”
The Viper shook its head again. For some reason, Lennart Meyers felt as if a figure appeared on the cold snake-shaped helmet. A sinister smile.
"To be honest, this question is quite stupid."
"Your behavior makes me have to doubt that we must not lose this war. Although I care about the interests of the sect, I care more about the empire. I cannot hand over such an important fate to a person of unknown origin."
"Lennart, if I say I don't care about you..."
Lennart Meyers stared into the other party's amber eyes, and then shook his head.
"No, you won't."
"I just want to ask you a question, Lennart..."
The next moment, a snake-like voice hissed in Lennart Meyers's ears, as if several throats were whispering at the same time.
“What are you doing for?”
“Emperor——”
“You are a hypocrite, cunning...and an unscrupulous person, but you hesitate to move forward. ...Why?”
Lennart Meyers blinked.
"Those are just for my personal reasons."
The venomous snake was staring at him, its pupils drawing a black razor-like slit in its eyes.
The judge looked back at the other party firmly and said:
"But I will still win this war for Him at all costs."
"Really, I So will it.”
Viper nodded, but then the conversation changed.
“The question is, are you willing to make others pay the same price?”
“What do you mean?”
“You know what follows.”
Lennart Meyers blinked again, the lantern in his hand swayed again in the silence, and the other party's words lingered in his skull.
Then he shook his head.
“I need her to open that thing.”
“Yes, I know.” “You seem to know everything.”
“ Then I will help you.”
Lennart Meyers looked into Viper's eyes.
"How can you help me?"
".You will understand then."
The Viper slowly disappeared into the darkness, like a real Like a snake.
Lennart Meyers turned around and waited for a moment.
Suddenly, the pale Melissa walked out of the darkness. She was sweating profusely. She glanced at the judge tremblingly and whispered:
"Master."
Lun Nat Meyers sighed.
“You shouldn’t have followed.”
The other party did not answer.
Then he turned around and looked at the dark wall in front of him.
“Open it.”
Melissa did as she was told. Nothing was complicated. She put her hand on the shell of the sphere, and when her unique spiritual power moved along a certain While this trajectory was running, a door flashing with light green fluorescence suddenly appeared.
Lennart Meyers hesitated in front of the door for a moment, and finally stepped in.
The next moment, I found myself standing alone in an ancient stone corridor. A soft sound came from the depths. The sound had a rhythm, like a heartbeat, falling and falling together.
It's the sea.
The wind whistled in his ears, bringing snowflakes to stick to his face and coat. The torch swayed in the wind and made a hissing sound.
Lennart Meyers stepped forward with his pistol raised, his boots tapping on the flat stone floor, and there were several red letters written on the wall to his right.
Honor, responsibility, faith.
Lennart Meyers slowly put down his pistol, stretched out a gloved hand, and placed his fingers on the word "Faith."
"Do you own it?"
The words echoed with a strange rhyme, as if they were spoken by two people at the same time.
Lennart Meyers looked around and saw a man standing there, wearing a white coat with a red ribbon hanging on his chest, his medals shining as brightly as his eyes.
That was his lost mentor.
"Faith, Lennart, do you have it?"
Lennart Meyers took his hand away from the writing on the wall and instinctively saluted to the other party.
"Yes, teacher, as you taught me, faith is my shield and my sword."
The other party shook his head.
"If that's the case, why do you still have so many doubts?"
Lennart Meyers blinked.
"Doubtful?"
The other party took a few steps toward him.
"Doubts about this, doubts about the great plan, doubts about the viper."
The man finally narrowed his eyes.
“And doubts about yourself.”
Lennart Meyers clenched his fists subconsciously.
"There is a reason for my suspicion, teacher."
"Is it because you think you might fail?"
The other party's words were like a knife cut, like a gunshot wound , he couldn't bear it, nor could he accept the possibility of disappointing someone he admired so much.
“No!”
He spat out the word through clenched teeth.
The world flickered, like a torch, like a corroded photo, and the mentor smiled at him.
There is no corridor, and there is no sea, only a cool and empty stone room, with a faint light shining through the walls. A figure fell to the ground, with long gray hair covering his face, but It can be seen that the other party is wearing a black coat.
Lennart Meyers stepped forward. He saw the Inquisition logo on his coat and realized that he had finally found the goal he had been looking for for a long time.
“The most famous leader of the Promius sect was also the one who launched the war against the Horus sect. However, he mysteriously disappeared at the most critical moment of the war, leaving the sect leaderless and eventually defeated by the Horus sect. Grand Inquisitor, Dizzy Valentine"
(End of this chapter)