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Chapter 1006 360. Interlude: Hamlet (7k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 1006 360. Interlude: Hamlet (7k)

Leon Al'Jonson is not an artist.

He certainly has the ability to appreciate beauty, and any human being with intact mental function should have this ability, but this does not mean that he likes art.

Sometimes, he does appreciate something worth appreciating. However, that's where it ends. If you want to see him busy in front of the canvas with a paintbrush like Fulgrim or Sanguinius, I advise you to do it early. Fall asleep.

So - when the obviously malicious Alpharius asked him what he thought of the 'style' of the Revenge, Leon El'Jonson didn't even answer a word. He just gave Alpharius a Eyes.

The latter laughed for a while because of this look.

At the long table, all the primarchs had gathered. Some of them were dressed up according to banquet standards, and some were still wearing hoods and bandages, completely unmotivated. Some even lay down on the table and kept talking. Going back and forth between two thick classics.

"Magnus, you should probably rest for a while," Vulcan reminded tactfully. "Father just said this before the meeting started."

"I'm resting."

The Crimson King's hand that was turning the pages of the book paused when his name was called, and he answered the Fire Dragon Lord's words in a lower voice. Despite this, his eyes still stayed on the pages of the book.

"That's a lie," Conrad Coates said casually.

"." Magnus closed the book without saying a word.

"No need to thank me." Coze snickered at Vulkan, with a vague malice flashing on his pale face.

The Fire Dragon Lord sighed, not knowing for the first time whether he should thank others for their help. However, his troubles did not last long because Curze had already turned to his next target.

"Robert."

"What do you want to say?"

Robert Guilliman looked at Konrad Curze warily. He was dressed very formally, with a dark blue coat inlaid with gold edges and a white shirt underneath, making him look rather exaggerated and aristocratic.

"Nothing. I just don't think you should sit next to Angron."

Curze answered with a smile, was polite, and even changed his accent. He now spoke High Gothic with a standard Ultramar accent.

A strong confidence that was almost unbearable followed. There was no doubt that he played the role very well. It was so good that Robert Guilliman's face immediately darkened.

The Lord of Red Sand calmly handed a table knife from under the table to Guilliman, who held it and continued to ask with a gloomy face: "What exactly do you want to say?"

"I just feel that our current seating position is a bit inappropriate for your status. You should sit with Sanguinius next to our distinguished leader, right?"

Sanguinius sighed, opened his wings and waved, a strong air current immediately messed up Conrad Curze's messy hair. His pale face was immediately covered, and after a while , this burst of air stopped.

"It's really convenient to have wings." Curze said in a dull voice. "But we are just chatting. Sanguinius, you don't need to go to such trouble to fix my hair. Your kindness I understand it."

The archangel replied expressionlessly: "As you said, I'm just helping you with your hair. There's no need for you to be angry, right, Conrad?"

The Lord of the Night pulled back his hair and smiled evilly: "But I think arranging the hair is more suitable for Fulgrim and Ferrus. Wouldn't it be more convenient to hold the head with one hand?"

Ferrus Manus, who still had illusory flames on his body, sighed helplessly, while Fulgrim, who was sitting not far away, threw a metal cup over with a livid face.

Conrad Coates stretched out his hand and took it just right, his smile not diminishing.

"Don't be like this, dear Fulgrim. I am trying to speed up the reconciliation between you. It is not my place to do such things as matchmaking, but I still did it and you should thank me."

"I'm so grateful for your heart-warming gesture." Phoenix's voice was as cold as if he came from Rogal Dorn's hometown.

"You talked a little too much today, Konrad Curze." Corax snorted and warned. "People should maintain appropriate silence."

"I can, but why should I remain silent?"

Vulkan stood up silently, came to the angel's side and changed seats with him. He raised his arm, put it on the back of Coze's seat, and then nodded his shoulder.

The Fire Dragon Lord asked seriously: "Have you found the reason now?"

Konrad Coates sighed: "You are destroying the atmosphere that I have worked so hard to enliven."

"This atmosphere is not very lively. The protagonist of the banquet has not spoken yet, and you just keep bringing up those past things again. Konrad Coates, you are obviously a mature monarch, why are you still

Do you want to act like a nasty naughty boy?"

Corax sighed sincerely, and his persuasion was earnest, but he only received a shrug of indifference.

"Maybe it's because you are my brothers?" The Lord of Night smiled half-seriously. "So I can, um, make some bad jokes."

"I don't think these jokes are bad."

Rogal Dorn said in an astonishing way. At the same time, he stood up and even raised the wine glass in his hand. He looked around the long table very seriously before speaking to ensure that he could communicate with each of his brothers.

Make eye contact.

His behavior caught everyone off guard, and what he said next truly made everyone except Alpharius suspect that he had been tricked by Alpharius.

"In the final analysis, Konrad Kurtz just doesn't know how to speak." Dorn slowly told. "Or, he must put on the mask of the past to communicate peacefully with us."

"I have been observing for a long time, and the maturity and wisdom he showed in the simulated battle are completely different from his usual appearance. This means that he is obviously pretending. Considering this aspect, we should not say too much about him

Being harsh or caring too much.”

"After all, if a sad thing is said in a joking tone too many times, it will become funny. In that case, the heaviness behind it will no longer be noticed."

After saying that, he raised his glass and drank it down in one gulp, then sat down. His expression remained calm, as if he didn't care at all about what he had just done.

Corax glanced at Curze, who was sitting quietly on the chair at the moment, staring at the long silver table, seeming to be observing his dinner plate. Vulkan couldn't hide his smile and patted his shoulder, but

The place where the palm touched turned into darkness and disappeared.

The Fire Dragon Lord was not angry at all, and the smile on his face actually became heavier.

"Um"

Horus opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but failed. This was his first attempt.

The second time, he raised his glass, as if he wanted to respond to Dorn's move. However, this was the first time he had come into contact with the Primarch's special-grade wine. The intensity and soul-stirring stimulation made the Wolf Shepherd almost unable to swallow it.

.

He covered his mouth in embarrassment and put down the wine glass in embarrassment. Corax handed him a tissue just in time.

"Ahem, anyway." Horus cleared his throat. "This banquet is held for Leon, and we should celebrate his return. But what I want to say more is that I am really happy to sit here

All is well here and seeing you all. Of course - Lorgar."

He turned his head and looked at the empty chair next to him, pursed his lips and said, "May he rest in peace."

"It's too early to say that now, Horus." Jaghatai said quietly. "We have captured Erebus, but there is still one person missing. Only after we capture Cole Phaeron can we

Say may he rest in peace."

Leon El'Jonson finally frowned: "These two people are members of Lorgar's Legion, but what does this have to do with his fall? You are all here, but you act like Lorgar is dead.

——Can’t he come back like you?”

After staring at the lion for half a minute and confirming that he was not metaphorical but genuinely confused, Fulgrim began to explain to him.

"Luojia's situation is quite special," Phoenix said euphemistically. "You can check the information on this matter from your personal terminal. The center should have classified everything and you can check it as long as you have permission."

The lion's question was not explained, but instead he had more questions. This made his brows frown tighter and tighter: "Do you all know? How long have you been back?"

"The first person to come back should be Fulgrim." Guilliman took over the topic. "Of course, if you are referring to who is the first to return to the Empire, then it is me."

"you?"

"Yes, I. Any questions?"

The lion looked at his brother, his eyes lingering on the straight uniform for a long time: "No, there is no problem."

"Your tone doesn't sound like there's nothing wrong with you."

"I think Leon may just mean that it's a little weird - after all, you were um at the time." Corax pondered for a moment before continuing. "I think it's best for us to skip this embarrassing topic."

Phoenix covered his forehead and said feebly: "I agree."

"I don't agree." Dorn spoke again seriously. "Since we are here to help him clean up his dust, we naturally have to answer his questions. These things will come to light sooner or later. Since the civilians have the right to know these, why not

Are you okay?"

The Lion King calmly expressed his feelings to Dorn with his eyes, and the latter nodded slightly in return.

“What a disgusting tone”

Perturabo, who was sitting next to Fulgrim and Jaghatai, snorted coldly. His reaction did not surprise anyone.

Since they met, such overt and covert fights have happened many times, and it is really not surprising. But what Perturabo said next is the highlight.

"But I agree." The Lord of Steel said stiffly. When he said this, his facial expression was as ferocious as if he was chewing steel.

"Rogal Dorn, just this once - I agree with you. Don't take this as proof of your victory. I just temporarily chose to be patient for the sake of the overall situation. If you still have the most basic intelligence as a human being, You should thank me for my behavior."

Mortarion pulled the bandage on his chin, and Magnus, who was sitting next to him, heard him sighing. Perturabo's words seemed to make him, who was famous for his endurance, a little unbearable.

Rogal Dorn didn't say anything for a while. His expression remained calm, and there was no sign of any disturbance, but there was a stiffness in his movements. After a while, he returned to normal.

".You have actually made some progress." There was obvious surprise in Donne's voice. "This is simply unbelievable."

Perturabo's current expression looked a bit like he wanted to fight.

"Then let's get started."

Sanguinius shook his head helplessly, and the archangel's handsome face showed a true helplessness at this moment.

This helplessness shouldn't appear on his face. The appearance of the originals is deceptive. The expression he has at the moment comes from an elder who has a headache for his descendants. In short, it shouldn't be the expression he has.

He thought silently, Father, I really blamed you wrongly. Your character is not too bad.

"What do you want to know, Leon? While the hub is still making dishes, we can take this time to explain something to you." Sanguinius asked.

The lion nodded: "So, the first question, who is this center you mentioned?"

"I don't need to answer this question." Sanguinius smiled, and then, above their heads, a buzzing blue light appeared.

"I am the main control center of the Revenge. You can understand me as the machine soul of the Revenge, Leon El'Jonson."

A mechanical sound sounded from the blue light, and the lion narrowed his eyes. If he had a sword, his right hand would have been rubbing it by now, but he didn't, so he retreated and chose a table knife. .

Just like that, he held a table knife and asked slowly: "I have heard people from the Mechanicus mention the existence of machine souls. But I think that is just nonsense. Could it be that ten thousand years later? Today, did they really create machine souls based on their own beliefs?"

"No, in most cases the machine soul is still just some mechanical consciousness that is difficult to communicate with. But I am different. I am a hub created by the captain using runes and array technology. Ultimately, I am somewhat similar to the machine soul, but we are not the same. It’s not the same. In addition, I don’t like the name Machine Soul. You can choose any one among the center of the array, the center, and the main control core.”

Robert Guilliman saw the lion's expression gradually change. He held the knife and looked around. A look of confusion finally appeared on his serious and old face.

".Hate intelligence?"

"Negative, I don't like this title, and I don't hate intelligence. Although I can make jokes about this, I extremely hate out-of-control artificial intelligence and the meaning behind it. Please don't call me that. You can ask me in law Choose one of the formation center, center, and main control core."

Leon El'Jonson took a deep breath: "Good circle center. I understand."

"Thank you."

The blue light disappears.

"How?" Guilliman asked. "Did the Centerman surprise you?"

"Surprised? No, more than that." The lion said expressionlessly. "I was shocked, but it doesn't matter. Your performance has proved its safety. So, who is the captain it mentioned?"

Leon El'Jonson found that after he asked this question, everyone's expressions changed to varying degrees.

He waited patiently. After a few minutes, the first person to speak was Fulgrim.

"It's hard to explain this to you, brother." Phoenix rubbed his eyebrows. "The captain is an indescribable person. Didn't father tell you?"

"He let me find the answer myself."

"Okay." Fulgrim nodded. "But you're probably going to get a different answer from each of us. To me, he is"

He was silent, handsome and gentle at the same time. There was no sadness or joy on his face that made people fall in love with him at first sight. He fell into a calm mood. After a while, he raised his hand and touched his right hand.

The long and narrow scar on the cheek.

".I can't describe to you who he is. Words can't do such a difficult thing. It's really difficult to describe a specific person clearly in a few words. But I can describe him like this. He has a kind of

.A very peculiar sense of humor.”

Fulgrim laughed: "Yes, it is very strange. Jaghatai should be able to prove that he mentioned his first meeting with the captain at the banquet more than once."

Leon looked over, Khan smiled, stroked his long beard, and spoke slowly.

"At that time, I was just like you, Leon. I had just boarded the Revenge and knew nothing about this place. However, I started from the bottom and walked up. The cities on the bottom deck shocked me. The kind of people who live and work in peace and contentment were shocked.

The scene was really not like the current situation of the empire that I read from the information. Then, the captain ordered the center to make a joke to me."

A smile began to reverberate in his eyes: "I asked, where is the captain? After all, the purpose of my trip is to see him. And the hub answered that he was having a friendly match with Slaanesh in the subspace."

Leon El'Jonson nodded after several seconds, even looking a little reluctant.

"I really like this sense of humor."

Konrad Coates, who had been silent for a long time, became active again, but he was not as relaxed as before.

"He can make some unforgettable jokes in many places. That's good. This kind of courage to ignore all the cumbersome etiquette and rules in the world is exactly what many of us need. Too many of you are

Those who have been bound by their own beliefs for too long, such as the person who was arranged for psychological counseling twice."

Sanguinius coughed angrily.

"Are you feeling unwell, brother?" Horus asked with concern - no, correct me, he asked with superficial concern.

".I'm fine." Sanguinius glared at him. "By the way, Leon, I am the one who was arranged for psychological counseling twice."

He sighed: "Honestly, I didn't know I had such a big psychological problem. I always thought I was the most normal one."

"It's very abnormal for you to think like this." Vulcan said abruptly. "Everyone has psychological problems, but they must be released in time. Speaking of which, the sword fight between you and Fulgan last time

Who won the fight?"

"Each one has his own victory or defeat." Fulgrim smiled reservedly. "You can say that I won, or you can say that our angels won. In short, neither of us lost."

"That is to say."

Leon Al'Jonson made a summary calmly. He nodded as if he was giving an order: "He is the commanding officer here, and he is a very authoritative person for you."

"If you want to say that about the teacher, you are right." Robert Guilliman said slowly. "I have to admit that your evaluation is right. Sometimes he does behave in a creepy way.

.”

"teacher?"

"Yes - I haven't told you yet, Leon, I am now a magic apprentice. This is also the captain's other identity, he is a mage."

"I know he is a mage, but isn't a mage just another name for a psyker?"

Magnus immediately retorted and opened the book again without knowing when.

"No, no, no. In the narrow sense, wizards and warlocks are all types of psykers, but if it is the mage represented by the captain, it is another thing. In the final analysis, the spellcasting method he uses is more

It's like using willpower to oppress and command reality, making reality what he wants, but with the help of magic in the middle. I am studying with the center how to bypass magic and use spiritual energy to achieve this. This is really interesting.

.”

He rambled for a while before he realized that he was having a long speech, so he immediately lowered his head again. Horus patted his back comfortingly, but only received an uncomfortable tremor.

The Wolf Shepherd had no choice but to sigh and had no other choice.

Leon El'Jonson took in all their reactions, and he realized that he might have been absent for a long time, long enough for the relationship between his brothers to change again. He looked at every face,

It paused briefly on everyone's face, and finally landed on Angron.

The Lord of Red Sand frowned - he didn't want to come to this banquet, and now he looked a little angry: "Is there anything strange about my face?"

".No." The lion replied after a moment of silence. "I just think you are a bit strange."

"He——" Fulgrim wanted to explain, but Angron raised a hand, indicating that he didn't have to do it for him.

"Is it because of the Butcher's Nail?" The Lord of Red Sand smiled maliciously. "Is that nail so important to you?"

Leon El'Jonson just stared at him silently. The longer he looked, the less Angron's smile began to fade. When the smile disappeared, the lion spoke again.

"You are not the man I know," said Leon Al'Jonson. "Yes, you are not him."

The Lord of Red Sand narrowed his eyes: "Where did your conclusion come from?"

"You don't need to care about this, and I have already got the answer I want. Your reaction has already admitted that you are not the Angron I know."

Leon El'Jonson stood up solemnly, holding the table knife and came to Angron's side. Fulgrim's expression changed suddenly, but he did not see the attack, only saw Leon placing his hand on

On Angron's shoulder.

silence.

After a while, the lion spoke with difficulty in the almost stagnant atmosphere.

He still spoke fluently, but his expression was serious, as if someone was inserting a knife into his heart: "Did father remove the Butcher's Nail for you, or did he clone you? He has the ability to do this, I know.

"

"What's the difference between the two?"

"Yes. If it's the former, I will thank him for making you recover. But if it's the latter, I will take you to him and question him."

Leon raised the knife in his hand, and no one was laughing at his supposed funny look.

He whispered: "No one should bear such treatment. We all know how you have been treated. And if he clones you in order to gain your power, no one can bear it. I have no weapons now, so

Take it instead. If it's the latter, I swear I will seek justice for you."

"This is hard to understand."

Alpharius, who was sitting at the end of the table, shook his head slowly: "I never thought I would hear such words from Leon El'Jonson's mouth."

"Well, we've all heard it now."

Corvus Corax said: "The real thing is what you see with your own eyes and hear with your own ears."

Angron stood up in silence. He stretched out his hand, took down the table knife, and put it on the table. For a moment, he didn't know how to speak. If you weren't him, you wouldn't be able to understand him at this moment.

feelings.

He was observing the person in front of him from two perspectives: memory and reality.

After a while, he patted Leon on the shoulder.

"Thank you for your kindness." Angron replied in a low voice. "But I am neither a clone nor a person who recovered after being removed from the Butcher's Nail. I come from another similar world, Leon El'Jonson

."

There is another chapter, which will be late, so you don’t need to wait, everyone should go to bed early.

Went to work overtime.

(End of chapter)