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Chapter 999 353. Interlude: How to communicate with gods (3k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 999 353. Interlude: How to communicate with gods (3k)

"Keep fighting and don't stop until the last enemy is dead. We make sure they become corpses."

Lorgar Aurelion spoke into the communicator, his voice dull, like the echo of thunder.

When he issues orders, it is as natural as breathing. In fact, for the Golden Word Messenger, war has become as natural as breathing. He does not need to pay extra attention to the form of the battlefield, and can make moves based on instinct.

Of course - to continue fighting is not actually an order.

He held the Enlightenment with both hands and struck hard at the hatch of the landing torpedo that had become distorted due to pressure and heavy damage. The metal door shredded the air with a wail and flew into the darkness. When it fell

, it will definitely make a heavy sound.

But Lorgar hasn't heard it yet.

He jumped out from the broken hatch and arrived on the deck thirteen meters below.

The original body fell to the ground wearing armor, and the sound was like thunder. The shock that followed was even more terrifying. Several traitors holding guns were knocked to the ground before they could even take aim. The slaves standing in the corner of the deck

Running away in panic.

Lorgar had no time to care about them for the time being. He just held the Enlightened One with one hand and started killing.

Every time the power hammer roared, a traitor's body was turned into powder. Sometimes it was the head, sometimes the entire upper body. Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and broken bones splashed, causing secondary damage to the crowd.

The shimmering skin of the Golden Word Messenger was completely hidden under the armor, and his power armor was covered with blood and minced meat. But this was still not the end. He had to completely destroy the artillery position. He had no extra time.

Wasted on this ship full of traitors.

They must be killed as soon as possible - even so, killing never made him feel happy. In fact, on the contrary, Lorgar only felt sad.

These mortals held weapons, some fired at him crazily, and some had already knelt down or ran away. No matter what, they could not escape the fate of death.

They all have the eight-pointed star mark of chaos on their foreheads or on their clothes, which means that they have entered a path of chaos from which there is no turning back. This means that the only thing between Lorgar and them is death.

There is no redemption.

Maybe gods can, but Lorgar can't. He is just a human being, and there is only one thing he can do to treat them.

He swung the hammer and moved forward. From time to time he dodged bombs with extraordinary agility, and the shells rolled around on the ground. Someone was strapped with bombs all over his body, shouting the name of the evil god and rushed towards him, trying to compete with his own with useless courage.

Life comes to hurt him.

So Luojia used his free left hand to hold his head, and used terrifying force to throw him back into the crowd before exploding.

"Your courage is meaningless," he said. "And your bravery actually only comes from ignorant cult beliefs."

His voice was amplified and turned into a low echo. It echoed among the explosions and their screams. Obviously, not many people could hear it.

But even if you hear it, what can you do?

They fought and retreated, and did not even organize any effective resistance. A group of rabble - this is simply the best explanation of this word.

Lorgar continued the slaughter.

At the same time, combat reports from the veterans of the First Company of the Golden Word Messengers were constantly coming from the combat channel. Their reports meant that this battle cruiser belonging to Robert Guilliman's evil legion was being continuously paralyzed. Then, a

What was considered good news reached his ears.

"We have captured a few alive, the original body." A calm report came from the channel. "Are you interested?"

Lorgar Aurelion knew what he meant by 'interest'.

The Golden Word Messenger sneered: "Yes, I do - see you in ten minutes."

"Understood, original body."

Ten minutes later, he came to the central command room of the ship covered in blood. Several golden messengers were using hand-held flamethrowers to burn the blasphemies hanging on the walls. If they were just sentences or paintings, it would actually be bearable.

But the Ultramarines have long since degenerated into truly synonymous with evil, and every one of them has been completely swallowed by Chaos.

Therefore, those things hanging all over the walls will even scream when they are burned.

Lorgar's eyepieces reflected the light of the flames. He listened to their screams and silently wished them peace.

Immediately afterwards, he came to the three traitors with their limbs broken. Their armor had been completely stripped away, and they were naked and being forced to hang without dignity. They were surrounded by veterans of the first company who were watching eagerly.

, there are six think tanks monitoring this place with psychic energy outside the door.

Moreover, Lorgar Aurelion himself was also there.

The true foolproof insurance measure is actually the Primarch himself.

"first question."

Without preamble, Lorgar asked directly: "Why did you escape from Macragge?"

Silence. No one answered. The faces of the traitors were full of hatred and disdain, but Lorgar could see the fear they thought they had hidden well. So he raised his right hand and smashed a head with the Enlightenment.

Blood splattered, adding a touch of color to his power armor.

"First question, second question, why did you escape from Macragge?"

Still silent and without an answer. The headless Ultramarine's body fell to the ground and was quickly dragged away by two Golden Word Messengers. His blood left a long trace on the ground.

Luojia nodded.

"Very good." He hung the Enlightenment back on his waist and made a gesture. "Tough bones - I understand."

——

Twenty-three minutes later, Marshal Gallahov walked out of the central command room with blood on his hands. He wiped his hands and walked towards Lorgar Aurelion.

"Their appearance on our route was purely accidental. These abominable traitors were just desperate to escape."

Galakhov's voice was very low, but Lorgar could hear some obvious joy in it: "It seems that He has gone much farther than we thought."

"you mean?"

"Yes, Lorgar Aurelion - who has utterly destroyed Robert Guilliman's Macragge and his five hundred fallen worlds, as well as the Heresy himself."

Galakhov grinned and uttered four words: "Shattered to pieces."

"So, how do we catch up with Him?"

Lorgar asked calmly, as if he had no interest in the news that was good for the empire: "A god whose whereabouts are elusive and who can ignore the laws of physics and the laws of the real universe - how can we catch up with him?"

He turned around and pointed at the scenery outside the blood-covered porthole. A long golden track that seemed to be still burning came into Galakhov's eyes. The Forbidden Marshal was silent for a moment and replied: "

I don’t have an answer either.”

The Golden Word Messenger sighed: "I don't know if you have read the Chaos Scripture of the Ultramarines, Galakhov. If you have, you should have a more personal understanding of the current situation."

"It is an evil tome, written by a traitorous leader. I don't think anyone should read it."

The Marshal of the Forbidden Army paused and continued: "So, what do you want to say?"

"I have read that book - at least part of it, Gallahov. There is nothing to hide. For ten thousand years, so many Inquisitors have obtained copies of it. Each one of them has tried to obtain it.

knowledge to fight the demons, every one of them went mad, or died"

"At first, I thought I wouldn't be an exception until my father allowed me to read."

Galakhov was silent for a moment: ".He is very tolerant to you."

"No, the reason he allowed me to read was not tolerance. It was a duty, Marshal of the Adeptus Praetorians, which meant that I had to endure something that might burn me to death - but fortunately, he was watching me."

Lorgar Aurelion spoke slowly.

"That book put forward a concept that God himself has no consciousness. The consciousness of God comes from the souls of believers. The four dark evil gods are the reflection of human nature in the sea of ​​chaos in the supreme sky. He

Their cruelty and greed are traceable. In a sense, Robert Guilliman believes in the theory of original sin of human nature."

"I don't see how that has anything to do with Him."

"He is taking revenge, Galakhov." Lorgar turned his head, his eyes sharp. "He is taking revenge for us. This hatred comes from the misery and sinking of human beings. He himself has not suffered these pains, and he has not been hurt.

But He insisted on it."

"Not only that, He even protected us - we have visited six planets, and no innocent people died on any of them. He protected us and avenged us. Doesn't this conform to the definition of the God of mankind in religious texts?

Describe it?”

"what do you want to say in the end?"

"What I want to say is that whether you or I want to admit it or not, He has become the god of mankind. And for a god that actually exists, there must be a way to communicate with Him."

The Golden Word Messenger's eyes sparkled, and a sense of horror suddenly arose in the heart of the Forbidden Army Marshal - he had never thought that a person's thoughts could be so crazy. Despite this, he still admired Luojia's wisdom.

"God can communicate, Galakhov." Lorgar Aurelion said solemnly. "If we can't catch up with Him, we might as well adopt other methods to try to talk to Him."

After a long silence, the Marshal of the Forbidden Army nodded slowly.

"I can't believe you would say such a thing, Lorgar Aurelion. What's even more unbelievable is that I would agree to it," he said complainingly.

"I never said that gods don't exist." Lorgar shook his head. "I acknowledge their existence, I just spurn them."

About four chapters left?

(End of chapter)