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Chapter 990 344. Hole Destruction (6, 3k)

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Chapter 990 344. Hole Destruction (6, 3k)

The sun is shining brightly, and the sun hits the skin like some kind of poison. The heat is a slow torment. In a sense, it is a kind of torture. And those farmers have to bear it.

Perturabo put down the hoe in his hand, and today, he is already able to carry out this work very familiarly.

In fact, he even vaguely felt that wielding a hoe was much easier than wielding a weapon. At the same time, he could not help but have some emotions towards mortals that he did not want to express.

He didn't know how they did it.

In the former, he knows that he is creating. But in the latter, wielding weapons can only bring destruction and killing. He may be proficient in this, but that definitely does not mean that he likes it. However, for him, this

It is creation, but what about farmers?

This is just one of millions of painful cycles.

The Lord of Steel raised his head, glanced at the increasingly strong sunlight, and put down his thoughts. At the same time, he couldn't help but feel a little confused. It was not yet noon, and logically speaking, the sunlight would never be so hot.

He turned his head, and after weighing it for a moment, he walked onto the ridge of the field and shouted to a man who was planting rice seedlings: "What's going on?"

His father asked back without looking up: "What?"

"I said, what's going on?!"

Perturabo had no choice but to raise his voice, squinting his eyes and wiping his forehead at the same time. The changes in his physique made him sweat every day, and he liked this real sense of labor very much.

The man who was planting rice stopped, he straightened up and hammered his back at the same time. Perturabo's question came clearly into his mind this time, but he still did not answer.

He raised his head, glanced at the sun in the cloudless sky, and shook his head slightly. Perturabo saw this action, so he felt uneasy in his heart. He had an intuition that he didn't know where to start.

Keep warning him.

So he dropped his hoe, jumped down from the field ridge, and planned to approach his father and ask him face to face. However, the man stopped him with words.

"Stand where you are, Perturabo."

His voice had changed a bit, and so had his tone. After a daze, the Lord of Steel remembered that this was the voice of the Lord of Humanity.

The Emperor—that's how he spoke to them.

For no reason, the Primarch stood there. A burst of extremely high heat came from the top of his head, which was not the temperature that sunlight should have.

The Emperor stared at him seriously, with neither sadness nor joy in his eyes. Perturabo looked at him, trying to see something in those eyes. He failed, but after a few seconds, he realized that the Emperor

Not looking at him.

Waves of flames swept over the Lord of Mankind, blurring his face. Then, a tall barbarian from Eurasia wearing a laurel wreath and wearing heavy golden armor appeared in the field.

At the same time, the world began to slowly change. The ripe crops, the thatched houses in the distance, and the smell of earth all disappeared, leaving only a true nothingness.

But the heat is still there, and is even slowly approaching.

Cold sweat broke out on Perturabo's forehead.

He heard a voice coming from behind him, without any emotion, but it was as dizzying as the gathering of the dead. Thousands of different people were wailing at this moment and spit out their last wishes before death, gathered in

in this voice.

"I need more power."

The Emperor's expression became more and more serious. Before, it was just a calm alert, but now it has become a tense alert.

He raised his right hand, and the flaming sword appeared in an instant. It was gorgeous, but still unworthy of his sword. There was no flame on the sword at the moment. The sharp blade reflected the golden light.

"Who is speaking to me?" asked the Lord of Mankind.

The voice did not answer the question, but Perturabo felt a burst of substantial anger surge from behind him. A golden light flashed in front of his eyes, and the next second, he appeared behind his father.

He understood this in an instant, and then he raised his head, wanting to observe the person or thing standing behind him just now - however, he only saw a bright golden light.

What followed was hatred, sadness, and anger that rushed into his heart. These emotions did not belong to him, but they still made the Lord of Steel almost kneel to the ground in an instant. He groaned and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The Lord of Humanity blocked his line of sight without leaving a trace, and at the same time asked again, his voice showing an extreme rationality and calmness: "Who are you?"

"I don't have a name."

"Everyone has a name."

"I don't need a name."

"Maybe - you need strength?"

"Yes." The man in the golden light replied. "I need the power to fulfill his last wish so that I can be truly born."

After these words were spoken, Perturabo, who was half-kneeling on the ground and panting, heard his father whisper something.

"The final stage of ascension to God."

What do you mean? The Lord of Steel raised his head in confusion, trying to see clearly the expression on the Emperor's face at this moment, but he saw nothing. The Lord of Mankind put on a golden mask at some point, blocking out everything from the outside world.

Detection. Inside the mask, there is a light blue light flickering weakly.

"What is his wish?" the Emperor asked again, still calm, without even raising the blade in his hand.

"Destruction." The man in the golden light answered with one word.

Short and powerful, as always mixed with the echoes of the dead. Perturabo was almost driven crazy by the sound. He closed his eyes in pain and backed away. The influx of emotions once again destroyed what little he had left.

His thinking ability once again dyed his heart with the color of revenge.

"Destroy what?"

"Enemy of all mankind."

The golden light flourished, and a pair of eyes appeared in it. What was brewing in it was the desire for life.

He wanted a true birth.

After a moment of silence, the Emperor replied slowly: "Go to the Star Torch - you know where it is, and when you see it, you know what you are going to do."

Without any unnecessary answers, the golden light disappeared in an instant. And the space began to collapse inch by inch, and in just one breath, they returned to the real world.

A kind of air with a special smell poured into Perturabo's nostrils. He raised his head blankly and saw a ruined eaves. He continued to stare and continued to capture information - after a few seconds, he realized,

He is in the Royal Palace of Terra.

There will be no mistakes, his memory will not be wrong. Even if this place has become ruins, he can still distinguish it. His ability to associate is letting the pictures in his memory replace the ruins. The magnificent palace appeared in his trance

in front of his eyes.

The Lord of Humanity silently took off the mask on his face and rubbed the inside with his fingers. In his eyes, the eighteen runes engraved on them were slowly changing. The power that created them and kept them the same

have changed. So they have too.

From the shadow of the ruins, three forbidden soldiers stepped out.

"Master." One of them asked solemnly. "Are you okay?"

"I have recovered from my injuries."

The Emperor answered majestically and at the same time handed over his hand. He handed the mask to the Imperial Guard with a very simple movement. "Hand it over and keep it in a safe place. If we fail to get him back, then this will become his relic."

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The Imperial Guard lowered their heads and paid their respects. They pressed their right arm armor uniformly, and the hum of magic power disappeared in a flash. The Lord of Steel barely recovered from the pain.

He stood up and the first thing he did was to ask.

"What happened?!" Perturabo asked angrily. "Relic? Who to bring back? What are you going to do? I want to know the truth! Answer me, you can't hide it from me again!"

The Emperor turned his head and looked at his son. The unfamiliar expression on his face made Perturabo's anger dissipate little by little.

He did not see the deception and orders that he expected to come - his father did not bury the truth again like before. In fact, on the contrary, his father did not even hide his emotions at the moment from him.

"I have no intention of hiding anything from you, kid."

The Emperor raised his sword and drew a circle around him. Vast spiritual energy like a sea of ​​smoke overflowed from the air. He stretched out his hand and made a gesture, signaling Perturabo to stand next to him. The Lord of Steel hesitated.

As he walked in, the world in front of him immediately changed.

The stars shifted and replaced the broken eaves of the Terra Palace. In the dim and dark universe, a huge moving planet was slowly moving towards them.

This was not the first time Perturabo had seen this ship, but he was still shocked by the huge size and the unabashedly dense gun barrels. He could understand the designer's intention, and even understood from every possible

The hidden intentions are faintly visible in the details observed with the naked eye.

"The Revenge."

His father whispered beside him, his voice calm, and the sword lowered again, facing the starry sky.

"Your brothers are coming, but they haven't arrived yet. Ferus is responsible for leading the dead to fight, and he has become one of the heroic spirits I created. Leon is still sleeping, but I will wake him up immediately

Come. And Alpharius is already on the ship."

"Does this scene remind you of anything, Perturabo?"

The Emperor turned his head and looked at the Lord of Steel. He said nothing more, but slowly stretched out his right hand.

"Now, do you understand?" he asked. "I'm still not good at telling. I can't tell you accurately those truths, those things that were hidden by me and him. But, this time. This expedition."

"It's for salvation."

Perturabo looked at his father, and after a moment he took the right hand.

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