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Chapter 994 338. Interlude: Killing, Love, Destruction (4k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 994 338. Interlude: Killing, Love, Destruction (4k)

The nights at the bottom of the hive are never quiet. In fact, there is no so-called day and night here. In a place where there is no alternation between day and night, how can people know the difference between them? What's more, most people can't buy it.

Start the clock.

If you have a fairly serious job, then, except for the time when you have to go to the factory to work, the rest of the time will be considered your dark night.

If you don't, then it's night all day long. You can stay asleep as long as you want.

Crime is commonplace here, and people who obey the rules cannot survive at the bottom of the hive city. What's more, apart from 'ordinary' mutants, gangsters or wanted criminals who have committed crimes, there are other more terrifying things here.

Is lurking.

However, for Al, all this has nothing to do with him. He is a person who is about to die of illness and is even homeless. He can only huddle in a dark alley and linger with dozens of other people who are also about to die.

.

At the bottom of the hive city, getting sick is commonplace. When thinness and thinness become the norm, then of course, germs will follow.

What? You ask, medical care?

Medical treatment costs money.

What else can people who are exploited to the extreme, even homeless, and have no medical care to sell for money?

Even if they are selling their organs, black doctors will not look at their diseased bodies. They have no future, their past is insignificant, and even their names are meaningless - but this does not mean that these homeless people

They lost everything.

It may sound ridiculous, but Al is witnessing a love story.

He opened his eyes wide, trying to see clearly what the woman holding against the dirty wall opposite was holding. But his eyesight was so poor that he could only see a blurry, shining thing.

what is that?

His question was not asked, and Al seemed to hear what the woman said, but it seemed that he did not. Not far away, the sound of machines rumbling from the factory made their whispers disappear in the air.

Then, Al saw her raise her hand.

"May the Emperor forgive you."

She said slowly, as if she was sobbing. She lowered her arm, and the first stabbing was fast and swift, but it was in the wrong position. The seriously ill man lying next to her let out a painful cry from his throat,

But there was no blame in it.

"A little higher," he said with difficulty.

The woman cried and tried to pull out the blade, but her strength was too weak, and the handle of the inferior knife wrapped with a strip of cloth was already wet with blood.

She tried once, then tried again, but failed.

Her lover's mouth opened in pain, and a low sound came from his throat. Al held his arms, suppressing the urge to cough, unwilling to make any sound.

The man should be suffering from the same disease as him. It is just a common cough on weekdays, but as time goes by, the symptoms will become more and more serious. Fever and coughing up blood will become commonplace.

They didn't know what kind of disease it was, but it could only be attributed to the emperor's punishment for their uncleanness.

However, Al actually didn't know what was unclean about them.

As time went by, the smell of blood began to become more and more obvious. The man's breathing began to become slower and slower. He seemed to be in pain at first, but now it was no longer. At least, Al could see a smile on his face.

.

"alright."

He uttered a short word soothingly, and more followed, and the sentences became fluent.

"I'm going to see the emperor, Narlan, and I'll make him forgive us. In this way, you don't have to suffer anymore."

The woman couldn't say anything and could only keep nodding. Tears rushed across her dirty face. Al stared at this scene in silence, with some complicated emotions coming from nowhere in his heart.

He was not even an adult, and what he understood did not even support him from expressing these emotions, so he raised his head and wanted to look at the dark 'sky' - for the residents on the ground floor, the huge ceiling made of thick cement was

The sky they can see.

He raised his head and saw a shooting star. A bright star crashed through the ceiling, hung in the air, and burned. He didn't know what the burning sun was, but this did not prevent him from being surprised from deep within his body.

of shouts.

People raised their heads, including women and the dead man. His dark eyes looked at the star, its trajectory reflected in his pupils.

Al heard someone screaming, and more people were chanting the Emperor's name. He didn't, he just looked - he kept looking until the sun illuminated the entire bottom floor of the hive city like daylight.

Then, there was a sound.

"revenge--!"

Al didn't understand the language used by the voice. As a resident of the Underhive, it was impossible for him to understand how to spell High Gothic and how to speak it.

But this did not prevent him from understanding its meaning. It seemed to come from instinct. In just a moment, he understood what the voice was saying.

The next second, golden light burst out. Scorching heavenly fire rose from the ground, and then there were shadows wrapped in flames. Men, women, taller giants, majestic warriors wearing golden armor - one after another, they started from

Walk out of the flames.

Al fell to his knees. He couldn't understand why this scene happened, but he knelt down.

An arm wrapped in flames pulled him off the ground. The child who was about to die of illness raised his head and saw a noble but sad face. He didn't know who he was, but he fell into a deep feeling.

In shock.

"Stand up, child." The giant said to him. "He did not come to make you kneel."

Al looked at him blankly, not knowing how to answer. The low Gothic language used by the giant was very clear, even he could understand it - but because of this, he was even more confused.

Who? Who is coming?

"A man who has forgotten his own name."

The giant seemed to know what he was thinking, so he spoke in a low voice and answered for him. On his blue and white armor, there was a gleaming emblem that Al could not understand.

"Stand up straight, kid. You're very sick, I can tell, but try to stand up straight if you can. I hope you can see everything that happens next, and we will avenge you. You

Being reduced to this, the world we live in is such a terrible place.”

"But we have found the culprit."

The giant smiled slightly: "At least I found one of them, please take note of my words."

"Here, there is a secret sect that believes in Slaanesh. The reason why you have fallen here is also the result of their communication with the upper-level officials. Every year, a large number of people with good records and good health are sent to the bottom for no reason.

For them to torture and have fun with. But not everyone they like."

"He has seen everything, and His eyes are our eyes, and we will bring you vengeance. From today on, the devils and traitors will be taken away from you forever."

He paused and spoke an old proverb.

"Never again."

After saying this, he raised his sword. At the same time, the sun in the sky began to shine brightly, and the bright but fierce light fell from the sky. Even so, it did not hurt any human beings.

——

Between the thrones.

The Messenger of the Golden Word, Lorgar Aurelion was still not fully awake from the death of his father. He faced the empty chair and observed every detail on it.

From the burnt-like melting marks caused by the psychic energy explosion to the remaining cables and pipes that had been inserted into the body, the more he looked at it, the sadder he became.

Why is this happening? Why do we still have to face this ending after enduring ten thousand years of torture?

"his son."

Someone called softly behind him, and Luojia knew who he was without turning around.

"Marshal Galakhov." Lorgar turned around and responded in a low voice. "What do you want to say?"

"There is a huge burst of psychic energy." The Admiral of the Forbidden Army replied in the same low voice. "Currently, all the evidence we can obtain points to a hive named Laigen."

"I've never heard of that name - so, what are you trying to say? At this very moment, is there an incredibly powerful Alpha-level psyker out of control on some remote hive world?"

"No."

The marshal retorted harshly, and every word he said next made Lorgar feel ridiculous.

"It was the choir of the Star Torch Hall that reported the news. This was not their duty, but they saw it through the brilliance of the Star Torch. The choir leader had lost his mind, and his body was covered with golden flames, but he

It didn't burn."

"Starting with him, more choir members began to burn similarly. As of half a minute after I received the news, the last person had also become a burning torch. Fortunately, he said a word before losing his mind.

."

"What words?"

"The Emperor has returned."

Lorgar's first reaction was to retort. The Golden Word Messenger's face was filled with anger: "What are you talking about, Galakhov?"

"My father has-"

He stopped talking and clenched his right hand, trembling. He originally wanted to say something, but his father's words before his death rang in his heart like thunder.

Everything about that dream was connected in his mind.

Therefore, Marshal Galakhov saw that Lorgar Aurelion's face changed from anger to calmness in just a few seconds.

"Are the ships ready?" the golden messenger asked.

Although he was surprised by his reaction, Galakhov still nodded: "You can set off immediately at any time."

"Give me three hundred of your brothers, Marshal Galakhov, and then put my first company on board. I will set off immediately."

"May I know the reason for your change of attitude?"

"I'll explain later."

"No, I want to know now."

The Marshal of the Imperial Guard looked at him stubbornly: "I want to know what our lord said to you in the last moments of his life, Lorgar Aurelion. You cannot monopolize his words. We also swore an oath to him.

, and more firmly than yours."

A burst of anger rose from the bottom of Lorgar's heart - he knew very well what the implicit accusation of the Imperial Army was implying, so what else could it be talking about?

It was nothing more than that betrayal.

"Do you really want to start arguing with me now about this topic that will be endless once it starts?" The Golden Word Messenger asked coldly. Although it sounded like a question, it was closer to a threat.

"The Custodes did not betray him."

Galakhov said slowly: "The Imperial Guards did not let his ideals become embers in the wind. The Imperial Guards did not let him be harmed. The Imperial Guards did not betray him."

"Let me be frank, Lorgar Aurelion. Ever since that shameful betrayal, I no longer trust you. Thousands of years ago, we failed in our duty and allowed his son to hurt him."

"Are you comparing me to Robert Guilliman?"

Anger rose again, and his golden skin could not suppress the flush caused by excessive anger. Lorgar Aurelion almost took off his war hammer from his waist.

But he endured it.

"Listen carefully, Galakhov. His last words have no bearing on the mission we are about to undertake, you-"

"--some."

The Marshal of the Imperial Guard interrupted him almost paranoidly.

"We live loyally to the Emperor, and naturally we must die for him. And the Emperor will never die! I don't believe that he will pass away and leave us alone! Therefore, what the choir reports must be kept with you.

The secret is related!"

"Tell me!" he roared. "Tell me everything, Lorgar Aurelion!"

As if in response to his words, more Forbidden Soldiers walked silently from outside the gate between the thrones, with murderous intent already in their walking. They held weapons in their hands and wore golden armor, and just took a few breaths.

, a standard killing formation has been laid out.

It was difficult for the Golden Word Messenger to express what he was feeling at the moment. His anger turned into a helpless smile. He should have smiled bitterly, but when he saw Galakhov's pair of eyes tightening to the limit, it seemed as if he was going to die in the next moment.

When the eyes will be broken.

He changed his mind anyway.

He spoke with a loud voice that echoed among the thrones - he was speaking to all the Imperial Guards.

"My father entrusted me with a dream. He asked me to witness his death, his sacrifice. So I witnessed it, and that was it."

"That's it? That's it?!"

Galakhov almost begged - Lorgar knew that if he told a lie at this moment, the Marshal of the Imperial Guard would probably accept it immediately.

But he won't lie.

"That's all." Lorgar Aurelion replied solemnly. "What else do you want to hear, Galakhov?"

The marshal looked at him stubbornly for a while, and then lowered his head as if he had lost all his strength. After a few seconds, he raised his right hand, and the imperial guards put away their weapons and left silently.

Lorgar walked past, and the moment he passed by, the Golden Word Messenger said softly: "You'd better come together, Galakhov, no matter what you see, you won't be disappointed."

It's too late to get off work, so today is just one chapter. I will take a day off on Saturday to add more updates. No, it's not extra updates, it's just a supplementary update (sad)

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