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Chapter 1012 266. Roundtable Talk (Part 1, 3k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 1012 266. Roundtable Talk (Part 1, 3k)

In fact, Lorgar Aurelion was very unfamiliar with the word cross-border. He only heard the word from the mouth of the gods, and nothing else.

This meant that he knew nothing about the sequelae and possible effects of crossing borders. The moment the transmission ended, a heavy dizziness hit him at extremely fast speeds. Even with the physical fitness of the Primarch, he could not move quickly.

Recover from this dizziness.

He wanted to stand up, but he didn't have time.

The heavy punch to his jaw almost made him faint on the spot.

The fists fell like raindrops one after another, very hard at first, but as they went to the back, the force became lighter, even so light that there was some hesitation. Luojia finally had time to breathe, and his blurred vision began to recover. He saw a face

The hesitant man was standing in front of him, his right hand raised high.

After a while, the man put his hand down. He asked slowly: "Who are you?"

That's my problem.

Lorgar stared at his face and said nothing for a long time. After a while, when the dizziness dissipated from his mind, his first action was not to greet him.

He just raised the prismatic miracle in his hand.

The blazing brilliance exploded in an instant, and Horus Luperkar stood in front of him without fear or wavering. Seeing this, the steel-like cold expression on the Golden Word Messenger's face finally disappeared.

The muscles under his eyes began to twitch, and this nervous expression caused deep wrinkles to appear between the Shepherd God's brows. He opened his mouth, but he didn't have time to speak.

A hug struck him.

——

".He sent you here?"

Fulgrim stroked the wound on his cheek and asked thoughtfully. Phoenix's demeanor at the moment did not match his appearance. He sat on one side of a cold round table, his right hand resting on his left hand, his legs

Support the ground.

The person he was questioning nodded silently without saying a word. His gaze swept across Phoenix's face for a long time, and of course, the other people sitting at the round table.

other people.

If he hadn't been holding this miracle, Lorgar would have definitely thought that he was dreaming. If this was not a dream, then he was captured by evil things in the subspace.

The scene he is seeing with his own eyes should not exist in reality. It is a scene that can only appear in dreams or lies.

"Although I am mentally prepared"

Sanguinius smiled bitterly and shook his head, without saying anything more. His words were pale before such a situation. Lorgar looked at him, and the complexity in his eyes made the bitterness on the archangel's face even more intense. It was almost already

It can't be called a smile anymore.

The door slid open, and the Lord of Red Sand walked in from the door. He strode to Luojia's side, stretched out his right hand and shook his hand. It was not an overly intimate gesture, but the strength of the handshake was enough to prove something.

"Nice to meet you, Messenger of the Golden Word." Angron said in a deep voice. "How long ago was it last we met?"

Luo Jia, who was sitting on the chair, was in a trance for a moment.

"It's hard to define this time." He replied in a low voice. "How long have you been here?"

"long time."

Angron raised his head and looked around at the people around the round table. He was the last one to arrive, and something held him back. He lowered his head, stared into Lorgar's eyes, and repeated: "A long time."

"Anyway, the captain has become a god."

Fulgrim coughed lightly. His voice was completely different from the person in Lorgar's memory. That person's vocal cords had been completely destroyed, and even half of his tongue was missing. But this Phoenix's voice was completely different.

Still pleasant to the ears.

"However, this is not the focus of our attention now. The focus is on you, Lorgar Aurelion, our brother we have never met. Why did He send you here?"

The Golden Word Messenger spread his right hand on the table, and the fiery brilliance bloomed again.

"This," he said slowly. "He wants me to give this to a person. He needs to be fully prepared, so he cannot come in person."

"He"

Someone at the other end of the round table snickered softly: "What a good name, brother I have never met before, I have begun to like you. So, what does He look like now? He will have a halo around his head like the people in those religious paintings.

And holy white robes?”

Luojia turned his head and looked, and saw that the person speaking had a face that was familiar but also unfamiliar to him. He instinctively clenched his left hand and began to suppress his emotions, while constantly telling himself that he was not the person in your memory.

Three seconds later, he answered expressionlessly.

"Other than He was wearing a black robe that was set on fire, it was difficult for me to see His face clearly. It was blurry and only the eyes were bright, like burning stars."

Someone sighed with a headache, and Robert Guilliman shook his head with an ugly expression.

". The face is blurry. It is indeed the case. According to the worst deduction, he is now about to enter the final stage. The teacher's self is about to disappear. As long as he has a face of his own, the teacher's existence will be

Completely disappear."

This time, Lorgar did not look at the speaker. He remembered the voice and would never forget it even if it took ten thousand years. But this was not his world.

He warned himself again - stay calm.

"Is there a way to solve it?" Vulkan asked worriedly.

"I think we should figure out another thing first." Jaghatai Khan made a gesture, and the Chogorian spoke slowly. "For example, who should give the thing that came from afar to--"

Or in other words, who is he in His mouth?"

"Father."

Horus spat out one word: "Who else? We cannot be commanders in a war of this magnitude."

He raised his right hand, and white light bloomed from between his fingers. The eyes of the Wolf Shepherd were also overwhelmed by them. For a moment, he looked almost like a god.

Then he sighed.

".Save," he whispered.

The Primarchs watched his actions in silence, and Konrad Curze was the most interested among them. The corners of the Lord of the Night's mouth were wide enough to make him look like some kind of creature in the night.

Monster. He laughed strangely, and the Nostramo accent began to float on the round table again.

"The man who saved you gave you the power to save others, but you couldn't save him, Horus - if only someone had written this scene into a play, I bet it would have become one of those best-selling plays."

Corax looked over with an unkind expression. He knew Konrad Coze's deliberate sense of humor, so he was not really angry, but just made a plan silently. If Coze really continued,

He would use Crowfeather to silence him.

Unfortunately, someone got there first.

“Buzz——!”

A harsh sound erupted in an instant, and a golden light suddenly appeared. The Lord of the Night, who was smiling one second, was tightly bound to the chair the next second, unable to move, and even his mouth was blocked.

Lorgar Aurelion's eyes widened.

A voice sounded, and there was obvious fatigue in it.

"I really should have taught you what politeness is before, Conrad, or at least taught you how to express yourself candidly. Although I may not be able to do it, I should try."

Lorgar Aurelion suddenly stood up from his chair. He took a deep breath and stumbled back a few steps. The man who quietly appeared at the end of the round table was exactly the same as he remembered, and his reason began to scream again.

clam down.

His mind screamed: Calm down! Calm down!

Then, the man spoke again, easily defeating all his mental construction and self-hypnosis: "Nice to meet you, Lorgar."

"father--"

Only one syllable was uttered, but Luojia woke up immediately. He immediately closed his mouth and stood silently, like a solemn statue. Seeing this, the man sighed.

"Please sit down." He said in a gentle tone. "This is where my sons and I discuss trivial matters, so anyone can move freely and naturally."

A person tied to a chair made several muffled noises from his nose in dissatisfaction.

"Only if they know what to say and what not to say - what do you think, Conrad?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu?"

"Well, if you're going to make a joke like that, I'm going to have to keep you tied up for a while."

"woo woo woo woo--!"

Corax smiled happily, and even patted Konrad Curze on the shoulder. Due to being locked, the Lord of Night cannot even leave cleanly with darkness. Whenever he wants to do so,

Those golden lights will immediately drive away the darkness trying to get closer.

"How is he doing?" the emperor asked gently. He did not refer to the target, but everyone knew who he was asking.

Lorgar was silent for a moment, and then showed him the prismatic miracle in his hand. The emperor glanced at it, and then pursed his lips as if he felt a sting.

".I see." The emperor said with a complex expression.

Sanguinius immediately spoke: "Father? Please don't commit your old habits, okay? We just discussed this issue not long ago, and you have improved. Please be sure not to hide all the truth anymore."

"No, no, I didn't want to hide it from you. It's just that this matter is somewhat impactful, and I have also been given a new task."

The Emperor smiled bitterly and approached Lorgar. The latter straightened his back, looked forward, and spread his right hand without saying a word.

"Is it okay?" the emperor asked softly. "I need to borrow it for a while."

".It was meant to be given to you."

"No kid."

The Emperor sighed softly in his ear: "This is just a formality, a small riddle that can be easily solved. Otherwise, why would I use the word borrow?"

".Please take it."

"Thank you, Luojia."

The Emperor reached out and took it away, and the warmth disappeared, but Lorgar did not feel too disappointed in his heart. He turned his head and saw the man turning into golden light and disappearing, and his last words before leaving were just right.

reached their ears.

"Proceed as planned, Central."

A buzzing sound sounded: "Understood."

There are a lot more.

I don’t know how much, so I’ll just write it down first. I can’t say I failed to ask for leave today.

(End of chapter)