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Chapter 1005 359. Interlude: The Crime of Silence (4k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 1005 359. Interlude: The Crime of Silence (4k)

The sky was full of gloomy colors, with no so-called blue at all. The clouds moved slowly, and the sound of waves hitting the rocks was still clear.

Leon El'Jonson stared at the sea level not far away. He was observing the undulating waves and white foam. The floating corpses among them naturally attracted his attention.

They were not swollen or pale, and they looked as if they were just sleeping when wrapped in sea water. Leon scratched the ground with his fingers, and the rough sand and gravel felt very real. He squinted his eyes, feeling the salty smell of the sea breeze, and then

Sighed.

His father remained silent, but that was not the main reason. His sigh was not just that.

"Where is this?" Leon asked.

He didn't seem relaxed when he sat down, and his muscles were still tense. Now, he was staring at his hands non-stop. The strange old age had also spread here, and he could still hold the sword as before.

But you can always see this old skin.

These were not his hands - at least not the hands he remembered. To be honest, it didn't feel good. He felt as if he was trapped in an old body. His strength was still there, but he needed some

something to help you break free

He needs help.

"Somewhere in my memory." The Lord of Mankind replied. He still stood. There were not many emotional fluctuations on his face, which was much younger than his son. You could only glimpse a little from the pair of tightly pressed lips.

.

"Where?" Leon repeated. "I want a precise term, father, rather than such an ambiguous word somewhere."

".Black sand beach."

The Lord of Mankind spit out a place name that was very unfamiliar to Leon El'Jonson, and then he began to explain. There was a gap of time, and the feeling that he realized that he had to explain was very obvious.

"Terra was once a place, a scenic spot, in Iceland. My footprints are all over Terra and Leon."

"So?" The Lion King raised his head and frowned. "Why did you choose the meeting place here?"

The Lord of Mankind lowered his head and glanced at Leon, but did not speak. That look made his mind, which had become calm after waking up, surge like a frenzy, and some kind of anger emerged within it.

"Please--"

"——I just want to see this place."

His father explained softly. "There is no other reason, Leon. There is no metaphor, suggestion or underlying meaning contained in it. This is my memory, and as for the dead, they are also part of my memory."

"Then, so am I." Leon El'Jonson said. "I am also one of the many dead, and I am the one who does not need special attention. Otherwise, why didn't you need me until now?"

"No, that's not the case." The Lord of Humanity turned his head sideways.

He didn't say more words, as if he thought Leon El'Jonson could judge his thoughts from just one word without tone. His behavior made the lion clenched his right hand.

He spoke in a deep voice.

"Then please explain - explain all this. I woke up and learned about the changes in the legion and the changes in the empire. These things crashed into my brain like lightning. I was still stuck ten thousand years ago.

But reality has begun to force me to accept all this."

"I heard your voice, and I woke up. At this moment, a new ship came to me at the right time, and there was no one in it. It saved me the time to explain."

"I came here and didn't even have a moment to breathe. I didn't meet anyone I knew until I walked into that room and saw their faces."

"They sat at that table as if nothing had changed. The dead were back, the betrayers were back - and what about the people who died because of them? Are they back?"

"Conrad Curze matured like a shadow that only existed in fantasy. Fulgrim and Robert Guilliman sat together without any grudge. The anger in Leman Russ's heart disappeared. He had always kept it under strict control, and it had helped him through many years. But it disappeared, father, and I asked why, and you told me it was because of one man's command."

"Who? Whose orders? I want to know everything, Father - isn't it ridiculous that I call you Father and I don't even know your name? If you really only see us as tools, please You explain everything to the tool."

Leon said many words in one breath, like a storm that forced people to breathe. But he lowered his head so that no one could see his expression. He paused here, and after a moment, he spoke again.

"There was a queen named Hatshepsut. Remember, father? You once told me about this king of Egypt. You said about her. You said she was a just and wise ruler."

"Yes." The Lord of Humanity replied softly. His voice was low and slow, as if he was sighing.

"Then, you tell me, her successors erased her name from every monument. They destroyed her statues with hammers, burned the papyrus scrolls recording her exploits and victories, and even burned her Her body was removed from her own grave."

"Then, I asked why - I asked you, if she ruled so justly, why did they do this? As always, you answered my question with riddles and metaphors. But in the end you told the truth. Because I say, history still remembers Hatshepsut."

The lion of Caliban raised his head, and the sea breeze blew by.

"You said it was because her successor, Emperor Thutmose III, did not have his own dark angel."

"We are the destroyers, and I have never been dissatisfied with this responsibility. Some things are destined not to see the light of day, and someone has to get their hands dirty to make the world clear. I am willing to take on this responsibility. I promised myself, I will bear everything. Am I a good tool, Father?"

He did not look at his father, so he did not notice the expression of being at a loss due to extreme shock and confusion. The master of mankind should not show such an expression. Only parents who realize their mistakes after being hit hard by their children can meeting.

"Some people need honor to prove themselves, need celebrations and commemorations after victory, need praise, and need the crown of glory. But I don't need it, father. The same goes for Dark Angel."

The lion growled: "But I need the truth."

The sea breeze blew by.

A few seconds later, his father spoke with difficulty, and there was a flash of light: "Okay."

After these words were spoken, something cold began to press the air, causing it to vibrate. The world changed, and low temperatures followed. In the snow and wind, an Aspen wearing blue power armor appeared. Tate is fighting a group of monsters with a chainsword in hand.

They have purple chitin shells, and the characteristics of insect-like creatures are very obvious. But they are definitely not ordinary giant insect-like beasts. Leon's muscles all over his body were tense, and he felt a thorn-like pain on his back.

Sense of threat.

"Void."

The Lord of Mankind called them this: "A swarm of consciousness controls them behind the scenes, greedy and greedy, but only needs food. Pure evil."

"Where is this?"

"The other world known as Valoran is the most dazzling of wonders created by a beautiful but unfortunate creature."

"That is Robert Guilliman's heir."

"Yes, Cronus Tiberius," the Emperor admitted. "He was struck in the Warp and passed through the gap between worlds. His Chapter thought he had been sacrificed and killed him.

The name was established as the name of a team. As long as someone remembers it, there will be no real death."

"Does this have anything to do with him?"

"Yes - it all started here."

The emperor raised his right hand, the wind and snow covered his face, and the world became blurry again. The scene turned, and a man in black robes was talking to the warrior. There was a small glass bottle in the man's hand, and there was a spinning ball inside.

prismatic golden fragments.

Leon stared at it closely.

"One of the fragments of my power," the Emperor said. "I was nearly broken at that time, but I still borrowed Kronos's perspective to see everything. I read his mind. I learned that he was going through a difficult time.

Struggling with choices.”

He turned to look at his son: "If a whole world and a girl you know nothing about were placed in front of you and you were asked to choose, what would you do, Leon?"

"These two choices are not equal." Leon Al'Jonson said grimly. "I think you already know the answer to the question before you say it, father."

"Yes. We all know the answer."

The emperor answered softly. His appearance changed again at this moment, wearing a hood and emerald-colored armor. A golden robe covered it, with thin lines spreading and slowly glowing. A dark light enveloped him.

"We would all sacrifice that girl without hesitation to make the world whole. No sacrifice is too big to accept, right? But he didn't."

"I see him trying to convince himself all the time, but he can never really make up his mind. He is a crazy person, Leon."

"He calls himself a mage, but such a mage has slaughtered countless alien races and monsters, and his methods are so cruel that they almost challenge the moral bottom line of the general public. Such a person will feel pain because of the life of a child. And

, this responsibility did not originally belong to him."

His cruelty to aliens and extreme tolerance to humans made me see something familiar. So I decided to help him."

"That doesn't sound like your style."

There are things you didn't say, father.

As the lion spoke, he began to carefully observe the shadow that existed in his memory. He wanted to remember every detail of this person's appearance. As for where it could be used, that was not what needed to be concerned about now.

And his cautious evaluation is another matter. Everyone has different answers to what the emperor's style is.

"Borrowing Kronos's perspective helped alleviate my pain at the time. He was a rational person, sometimes even so rational that he was almost cruel, but he still had much more humanity than I did at that time. He infected me

"

The emperor sighed: "That's why I chose to help. I should have considered the benefits and losses, but I didn't. Coincidence creates everything, Leon."

"Then what?"

"Then he came."

The emperor looked at his heir, and the world began to change again. In the blink of an eye, they returned to the black beach, and the gloomy sky calmed Leon's mood.

"Aren't you going to continue telling the story?" the old lion asked. "This is a good beginning, but you ended up here, father."

"You can understand what happens next."

The emperor smiled softly, and his face under the hood looked a little relaxed. The tense atmosphere dissipated, and dissipated in the sea breeze along with Leon El'Jonson's question.

"We are short of time."

"Your reading speed makes up for the lack of time."

"Records are not as good as the accounts of those who experienced it. I want to hear more details."

"I'm afraid there's nothing I can do, Leon," the Emperor replied gently.

"Why?" Leon frowned.

"Because this is my memory," the Emperor replied calmly.

"In my memory, you can't see too many shortcomings in him. In fact, if I really show you everything, you may have some wrong impressions of him, not to mention, this is not good for you.

It's unfair. I can't let my memory affect you."

"Everyone's subjectivity is one-sided to everyone else, Leon. I know you just want a reliable and powerful impression to convince yourself so that you don't feel angry at the order he gave to Russ. But.

I can't let you do this."

Time seems to have stood still.

"You can't?" Leon asked slowly. "You can't - let me serve the empire willingly again?"

"These are two different things."

"It's the same thing."

The lion said almost coldly. "A person I have never met has created all this, and now we are going to save him. Everything you said at the meeting is fantasy to me. I want to believe you."

,Father, but I must convince myself first."

The Emperor just looked at him patiently. That look made Leon El'Jonson feel irritated and depressed. He wanted to say more, but the world had disappeared, and his father's last words echoed in his ears.

.

"You want me to give you a reason to fight, but I can't, son. You have to find it on your own. I can't help you in this matter. Please forgive me."

——

Leon El'Jonson opened his eyes and saw Leman Russ staring at him. There was still only pain in those eyes.

After a moment, the lion of Caliban spoke slowly: "I need a banquet to wash away the dust."

Ruth looked at him doubtfully.

"And how can the banquet be without Leman Russ?" the lion said calmly. "Come, drink as you did in the past, and then tell me everything. Let everyone come."

He turned to look at the three people on the sidelines, the strong emotion in his eyes making it almost impossible to look directly at him: "I have many things to ask you."

Ten thousand tomorrow.

(End of chapter)