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Chapter 1023 377. Roundtable Talk (Twelve, Imperial Blood Fist, 2.5k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

[Everyone is dead. When Rogal Dorn stood on his flagship, his reaction was silence. He had always been like this, his silence was the norm, but this time it was different. Even a blind man

, you can also feel the terrifying anger escaping in the air.】

[Then came rumors - some said it was Rogal Dorn who killed them. The Imperial Fists strongly opposed this rumor, but to no avail. In the following years, worse things happened one after another.

Come.]

[First of all, the remaining think tanks began to die one by one. They did not die in the disaster. There were various reasons, some were performing tasks, and some were unable to arrive in time. I thought it was a lucky start, but it didn't happen.

Come to think of it, this will be an unfortunate ending.】

[Subsequently, none of the psykers selected from the Imperial Fists could coexist with Rogal Dorn's gene-seed. No matter how good their physical fitness was before the operation, they could not successfully survive the operation.

】

[This seemed to be a curse. They didn't know it at the time, but looking back now, it was just another harm done by those evil gods. 】

"I'm more concerned about another thing than the evil gods he claims are harming him."

Corvus Corax frowned: "He mentioned the primarchs, but he did not mention the word reader, which is inconsistent with his habits. Does this mean that he is crossing time and the world to reach us?

Use this text to start a conversation?”

There was a silence in the conference room.

Then, the old lion spoke: "Your guess is not unreasonable, but it is chilling and absurd. How could an unknown scribe do such a thing?"

"His loyalty has earned him the job," Robert Guilliman said. "And to complete the job, he must watch the Emperor's memories. He may not be able to do that, but the Emperor can, right?

?”

"I don't think the Emperor is capable of such a thing," Angron said.

He was still very calm, but the hands on his chest were clenched for some reason: "If he could really see the future, this kind of thing would never happen."

"This Imperial Blood Fist information written by scribe Tangras did not come from ten thousand years ago." The center of the circle supported Angron with words.

Sanguinius frowned: "Was it that time when we crossed borders? Really, Center? Was it that time when the captain brought this information back? Or was it earlier?"

"I'm sorry I can't disclose it."

"So his name is Tanglas." The Lord of Night nodded. "I hope he rests in peace."

"You seem certain he is dead," Mortarion said.

"He's not going to survive, bro."

Curze let out a long sigh and said pitifully in a tone like an aria. "How can a mortal still survive after seeing the emperor's memory? He himself has made predictions about his life. Of course I also hope that he will."

Alive, though.”

"We have to accept reality, don't we?"

He winked at Mortarion.

The Lord of Death turned his head and ignored him.

Cozzi smiled and said: "Then, the conclusion reached by Tanglas, or in other words, our father - our other father. The conclusion he reached is that if it were not for the harm of the evil god, we would not

Possible betrayal."

"It makes sense." Chagatai nodded calmly. "However, more evidence is needed to prove it. He is the father, so of course he would think so, but what if he is not?"

He glanced slowly and looked at the faces of everyone on the table: "What if one of us is destined to betray?"

"I don't really like your use of the word destined." Leon El'Jonson said slowly. "It shouldn't be here. Destiny doesn't exist."

"maybe."

Jaghatai shook his head pessimistically: "Maybe so - maybe it really doesn't exist. Maybe the so-called destiny is just something made up by Tzeentch, and the future he can see is just based on our personality.

That may be the case, but we are not gods."

He was silent, and then said word by word: "We need evidence. We need to prove that the gods are not omnipotent or omniscient. The most critical point is that we must prove that they cannot control fate and that fate does not exist."

A wolf howled, and a cold wind suddenly swept over. Leman Russ stood up slowly, and the disguise of the barbarian king was thrown away by his own hands, and a burst of light flashed in his eyes, as if they were real.

The ancient Fenrisian language was spoken by him himself.

"Disobey fate!"

He roared, the cold wind was shrill, and he began to beat his chest, and the heavy drumbeat began to sound in an orderly manner in response to the beating of his heart.

"Disobey fate!"

The cold wind became stronger and stronger, almost as if the cold wind on Fenris really came in person. The Wolf King's hair danced wildly in the wind, and he stood there without fear, staring straight ahead, roaring, hammering -

- He was obviously very haggard, but he seemed to be reborn.

"Disobey fate!"

"Singing well."

Cozz said softly, holding down his black hair in the cold wind, feeling quite helpless: "If you ask me, it has an ancient charm, and it can even remind people of the scene in ancient times when people held spears and hunted together. But,

Ruth, can you stop?"

The Wolf of Fenris laughed heartily, its fangs protruding from its lips without any intention of stopping.

"If he is happy, let him go." The lion said majestically. "It doesn't matter - center of the circle, continue."

"I would be more willing to do this for you if you didn't use that commanding tone."

Leon snorted coldly.

[Dorne was disturbed by this incident. However, his brother Perturabo was appointed by his father to the Kingsguard and assumed the responsibility of guarding Terra. This incident diluted everything, and anger followed. Rogge

Dorn could not understand why his father would give this responsibility to Perturabo. However, his anger did not last long, or in other words, he only had time to bury them deeply in his heart.]

[The Great Crusade is still going on, and he must be like this. I am very sad about this, because I now find that his fault does not entirely come from him. I see it, yes, my lord, they will too.]

At this point, the scrolling of text ended, stopping abruptly and extremely abruptly.

"What's going on?" Leon El'Jonson frowned. "The center of the magic circle? I'm warning you, don't try to play any unnecessary tricks at this time. If you want to retaliate against me, you can do this in this matter.

Come and fight me face to face later, instead of——"

"——That's not its handiwork."

A slightly tired voice sounded in the room where the cold wind howled miserably, and a faint golden glow obscured everything. Ruth sat down obediently. Although he did not receive an order, he always knew what he should do.

He covered his chest, and in his palms, white light shone faintly.

Then he tightened his grip as if holding a sword.

"Father?" Leon asked hesitantly.

"it's me."

The light dimmed, and the Emperor struggled to stand up straight. Sanguinius quickly stepped forward and tried to help him, but his outstretched hand was slapped back without leaving a trace.

"Thank you, but please go back and sit down, my son." the emperor said. "I don't like being supported very much. Please forgive me."

Kurtz smiled lowly, and then consciously made a gesture of zipping up his mouth.

"You can go on, Conrad, I don't mind."

"Oh, I don't mind either, but I'm afraid someone will pounce on me and choke me if I keep talking."

The lion snorted again.

"You consume a lot?" Robert Guilliman asked. "Is it that spell?"

"Yes, it's that spell."

The emperor shook his head. He stood at the front of the round table, standing in the position that was deliberately reserved, but did not choose to sit down. His golden armor was shining, his expression was tired, but his eyes were as calm as ever.

"I'm not very good at this kind of magic," he said. "So it's very laborious to do. Fortunately, it's not too difficult. He even figured it out."

The emperor was silent for a moment.

"As for what you are about to hear, I have no intention of blocking it, but I hope you understand one thing."

He looked at them all sadly.

".I have never thought of giving up on anyone." The Lord of Humanity hunched over, lowered his head, and said in his deepest voice. "Never."

Readers who have read RH should be able to guess which paragraph comes next.