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Chapter 1038 392 Untitled (2-in-1, 88k)

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Chapter 1038 392. Untitled (2-in-1, 8.8k)

Fighting with Russ with a sword has become a difficult thing for me now.

Leon El'Jonson thought this in his heart, but the movements of his hands were still fast and not slow.

Russ, who was fighting against him, had to retreat a little because of an insidious downward slash, but the Fenrisians quickly adjusted back by relying on their pace.

The attack distance of the giant sword in his hand was much longer than the two-handed sword chosen by the lion, so he swung the giant sword towards Leon's neck as if swinging an axe. The sound of hunting wind made him

The attack became extremely terrifying.

The lion's eyes narrowed and he immediately chose to retreat - he couldn't use this two-handed sword and the giant sword to fight head-on. It would be too unwise. Despite this, he had begun to regret why he didn't also choose a sword at the beginning of the battle.

A huge sword.

You are old, that's why. You are not as comfortable with the giant sword as you used to be. A voice whispered in his heart.

The lion's face twitched, and Russ caught it. The wolf king grinned: "You won't flash your waist just because you retreated, brother?"

Leon snorted angrily and slashed the blade straight in the air. The dangerous buzzing proved that it was indeed a murderous weapon, not a blunt sword used for practice, which would only cause fractures.

.

He said coldly: "It seems that you are recovering well!"

Ruth laughed loudly: "It's not about recovery, brother, I just realized that I don't need to be so nervous. My father won't just watch everything happen."

He blinked, touched his chest with his left hand, and made a gesture of holding a sword. Pure white light came out from his chest, which was only wearing a thin shirt. Seeing this, Leon's fighting spirit seemed to be suppressed by someone.

It was extinguished as if a basin of cold water was poured over the head.

"Now I just hope they will come soon." said the Lion King. "I can't wait to let my sword drink blood. Just thinking about there are such a group of monsters hiding in the dark and eyeing all mankind makes me excited.

It’s a little bit unbearable.”

Leman Russ relaxed his arms so that the edge of the greatsword could touch the ground. He was holding it and rubbing his hands on the weighted ball at the end, his expression quite calm.

He said: "There's a difference between being intolerable and being intolerable, brother. Even if you can't wait to kill something, you still have to wait. We can't just travel between worlds like captains, we still have to wait.

There are a lot of rules to follow.”

After saying this, he blinked, and the lion immediately knew what the rules he mentioned were implying. This tacit understanding of being self-taught made Leon El'Jonson angry again -

What? How do I know so well what he wants to do?

Leman Russ ignored his brother's complicated mood at the moment. He just smiled and walked to the weapon rack, put the giant sword on it, and then walked straight out of the training room door.

Leon followed him a few seconds later. Outside the door was the First Bridge, which seemed a bit lively today.

Yesterday, after the meeting of the Primarchs ended in a hurry, the Emperor issued a speech to all the personnel of the Vengeance, which could be understood to the effect that they would officially enter a state of full combat readiness.

And this speech was actually broadcast to any place within the empire that was covered by the pattern network. In other words, except for those real wild places, all the planets that were recovered during the revenge expedition could hear it.

of his speech.

Leon doesn't know how much this has boosted morale. He still hasn't really learned to understand others. However, he can make some inferences.

At least, when he knew that his brothers and father were still alive, his mood was difficult to describe in words.

As for war readiness - the Imperium of Man has never really withdrawn from war, has it?

War has become a norm.

There are countless huge departments in the empire that exist for the purpose of war. These departments waste a lot of tax revenue every year. Guilliman has complained more than once, but neither he nor anyone else has mentioned it.

Abolish these departments.

In the face of war, there are many things that can be endured.

As agreed in advance, the two originals came to Sanguinius's room. Russ glanced at Leon, took a step back, and handed over the job of knocking on the door to the lion.

The latter glared at him reluctantly: "Why do you have to let me knock on the door?"

"Sanguinius can tell who is visiting him from the subtle nuances of the knocks we make on the door, so if it were me, he would not open the door."

Leon El'Jonson sneered: "How annoying are you usually?"

"Come on, Leon." Russ shook his head and urged. "Hurry up."

Although he didn't like Ruth's tone, the Lion still knocked on the door. His index finger and middle finger came together, and his second knuckle raped on the metal door. The cold sound made people want to stay away.

a feeling of.

A few seconds later, a gentle voice came from the door: "I guess it's Leon - you've never knocked on my door before, please come in."

The door slid open, and there were three people sitting inside, which was beyond the expectations of the visitors.

Sanguinius was sitting at a coffee table with his two sons, talking. The primarch himself was relaxed and comfortable, but his sons were not.

One of them has long black hair mixed with silver, pale skin, and high cheekbones. He looks very old. The other person has pale hair and equally pale skin, and his eyes are dead.

At first glance, Leon felt that he didn't like him.

But it doesn't matter - he's not his son anyway.

Sanguinius originally stood up with a smile, and even began to introduce the Lion to his sons: "Come meet my brother, Leon El'Jonson, Lord of the First Army——

Uh, Ruth?"

The Wolf King grunted hurtly at his reaction.

"No, no, I didn't mean that." Sanguinius apologized quickly. "I just didn't expect you to come to visit me with Leon."

"I didn't expect it either." The lion said expressionlessly.

"Father, I think we should leave." The older of the Blood Angels said slowly. "We should not participate in the conversation of the Primarch."

Sanguinius was facing his brothers, so his sons did not see their father's frown, but Leon saw the expression clearly. He realized that at this moment, Sanguinius

Really angry.

"You are not allowed to say such things again."

Sanguinius turned to his son and said. "There has never been such a rule, Dante, not during the Great Crusade, and not now. You are my sons, and I speak to my brothers, and you

Why should we avoid it?”

Next, Leon was sure that he saw a touch of surprise and warmth that appeared quickly on the Blood Angel's face. Although the Blood Angel quickly concealed it, it did not escape the Lion King's eyes.

"Looks like we're here at the wrong time, Leon," said Ruth with a smile. "A family meeting—or a tea party? Are those biscuits you put on the coffee table?"

"Yes, I baked it myself and asked the center for some advice. Do you want to try a piece?"

Russ opened his mouth and tapped his sharp canine teeth to indicate that he was a carnivore. Leon did not speak, but used actions to prove that he was indeed interested in these biscuits.

He walked slowly to the coffee table, deliberately making every step look so majestic. He saw with satisfaction the tense faces and muscles of the two Blood Angels, which made him want to laugh, but after the smile,

Blame yourself.

What are you doing?

Leon sighed and asked himself: Are you trying to make your brother's sons nervous? Why? Is it possible that you have to rely on this method to prove that you are not old yet?

His expression turned gloomy in an instant. Sanguinius noticed this, but said nothing. He just picked up the porcelain plate with the cookies and handed it to Leon.

The lion ate one piece, then the second - then he said dryly: "It tastes good."

Sanguinius looked at him suspiciously: "Really? You only chewed them a few times before swallowing them, Leon. Cookies need to be chewed many times so that you can fully appreciate the sweetness."

"There's something wrong with my sense of taste," the lion said. "I can't taste anything except bitterness."

"Sir, this should be impossible," the Blood Angel said with dead eyes, and his voice was as emotionless as Leon expected.

"Are you contradicting me?"

"No, my lord, I am simply stating a truth. The Emperor would not allow his son to have something so obvious."

He paused, as if hesitating whether he should continue speaking. Leon allowed him, and the Lion made a gesture. He stared at the Blood Angel: "What is your name?"

"Mephisto, the think tank of the Blood Angels, Lord Leon El'Jonson."

"It's the Chief Librarian," Sanguinius corrected. "My Chief Librarian, Leon."

The Lion snorted coldly and said, "So, Mephisto, the chief think tank of the Blood Angels, what did you say just now?"

"Flaw," Mephisto said.

Dante groaned.

This word made Russ's eyes widen. The Fenrisians really didn't expect that his brother's son would be so bold and dare to make such comments about the Primarchs. But he soon laughed, and he laughed so hard

very happy.

"He is telling the truth!"

Ruth stepped forward, patted the silent lion on the shoulder, and then hugged Leon affectionately with great force. "Don't be angry, brother, you and I both know this is a fact."

Sanguinius touched his chin thoughtfully, and then picked up a silver remote control from the coffee table. He pressed it, and the ground cracked, and two original-size sofas came alive from it.

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The archangel made a gesture: "How about taking your seats first, brothers?"

"Of course I have no objection - Leon, please sit down?"

Before the lion could say anything, the wolf king pushed him into one of the sofas. This made the lion even more angry. He realized that he could no longer compete with Ruth in terms of strength.

After a period of silence, Leon finally decided to speak. Although he was angry, he was not angry with the Blood Angels.

"You have courage, Mephisto of the Blood Angels," he said. "Few people dare to face us and point this out."

"Excuse my ignorance, sir." Mephisto blinked quietly. "Which point?"

"The flaws of the Primarchs."

The lion spoke majestically.

"We all have some character flaws, take Robert Guilliman."

"He can focus on many things at the same time, which makes him a management genius. Even ten of me can't compare with him. But it also makes him a bad fighter. He must concentrate on fighting, but he

No, his natural multi-tasking will make him think about too many other things while fighting."

Leon paused for a moment and finally gave his own conclusion.

"If he can get over this, I'm sure he will use his passion to hone his fighting skills to a terrifying point."

Mephisto did not answer this sentence, he was still calm, but he just didn't know how to answer - he turned to look at his father, Sanguinius smiled helplessly: "Leon, you are talking to my son

It’s too much to discuss.”

"He seems to be a wise man," said the lion. "And in the eyes of a wise man, there is no such thing as 'exceeding'. You should know this."

"I appreciate your compliment, but I am really not a wise man. I cannot bear such praise. I am just an ordinary think tank, Lord Leon."

Russ whistled: "An ordinary think tank would not make Bjorn like you so much, Mephisto, do you know that he once proposed to me that you come to our station to communicate with the rune priests?"

"Please also thank Elder Bjorn for me. I long for this, but I feel that this kind of mutual communication between legions still requires the original bodies to negotiate."

"No, no need." Sanguinius shook his head. "The warriors of the two legions communicate with each other and compete with each other. This is a good thing that can promote their mutual growth. Why do we need to negotiate?"

He looked into Mephisto's eyes, then looked at Dante, and said slowly: "We are back, and you need to adapt to this. Many things are changing for the better."

Watching him communicating with his sons, Leon El'Jonson's silence began to become more and more obvious.

"Anyway, I hope you won't be too restrained - the primarchs are also human beings, and we also have emotions, sorrows and joys, not some unobservable and unpredictable horror monsters. Look at my brothers, do they look like

Anything scary?”

Sanguinius sighed. After saying these words, he realized that his conversation with his descendants would end here. So far, no matter what, Dante and Mephisto may not

Would like to join in the Primarchs' conversation.

"Okay, then go back and remember to tell Gabriel Seth that if he refuses to meet me for those weird reasons again, I will go to his room to find him in person."

The Blood Angels stood up, and Dante had a strange smile on his face: "I will, my lord."

"Um?"

".Father."

They left without any hesitation. The Lion watched them leave with mixed feelings in his heart. His legion was still gathering. Frankly speaking, this matter was really not easy. As for the specific reasons.

His temples began to hurt suddenly again.

The old-looking original body sighed, raised his hands and rubbed his temples.

Russ patted him on the shoulder, but the lion was indifferent to this. He felt the comfort from Russ and was grateful for his comfort, but if he was asked to show anything, it was absolutely impossible.

"So—" Sanguinius began. "Did Father reveal it?"

"Not yet, but my father has revealed something. He thinks the enemy will arrive soon," Russ said.

"Yeah, otherwise he wouldn't have had to give that speech at all." Sanguinius nodded. "What about the others, do they know?"

"Of course, brother. In fact, if you hadn't always liked using your own personal terminal, Leon and I wouldn't have gone out of our way to inform you about this."

Sanguinius smiled. Of course he would not tell Russ that he had already understood every function of his personal terminal. The reason why he wanted them to notify him was of course to facilitate the conversation.

.

Especially to this person.

Leon Al'Jonson.

"Thank you very much, Russ, and Leon. How is your legion gathering?"

The lion pursed his lips, and thanks to his lush beard, this action was not noticed by them: "So far, not many people have responded. But according to the monitoring of the Wenzhen network, a few days after my summons was sent,

There are already many ships heading towards the solar system."

"In other words, they intend to believe what they see." Sanguinius raised his eyebrows in surprise. "It seems they don't really believe that you will return."

"That's actually not the most serious part."

Ruth interjected.

"Leon's legion is torn apart. This is not a secret - don't stare at me like that, we all know it. In short, some people called fallen angels may also come. Then there will inevitably be a lot of trouble."

Sanguinius noticed that the title he used to call the fallen angel was 'human', not a traitor. This meant that Russ had probably talked to Leon about this matter a long time ago. The archangel felt a sense of relief in his heart.

It's really good.

There were many secrets within the Legions of Leon, but the political struggles and the traitors among them were no secret to the Primarchs. In fact, Robert Guilliman revealed these as early as the seventieth year after his official return.

The matter was clearly investigated.

"I hope that I will judge them." Leon El'Jonson said. "I know that the law enforcement agencies of the empire and even my own legion will go to war against these people, but I still feel that I should judge them personally.

"

"Then, you must at least give a convincing reason - I won't ask you why, Leon, I believe in your decision."

"But you need to convince not only us, but also more people. Those men and women who work hard for the empire, your legion. You have to convince them that the fallen angels are still worthy of being judged by you personally, rather than being found out.

After identifying himself, he was immediately executed."

"If they come to the solar system for a piece of illusory news, it proves that these people are still salvageable." Russ said. "At least they are qualified to atone for their sins. As for their sins, that is your business, brother."

He looked at Leon El'Jonson, who finally whispered his thanks this time. Although he still didn't look into Ruth's eyes to express his gratitude, this was already a great improvement.

Sanguinius laughed happily again, but after the smile, sadness welled up.

The man who made all this happen is not here.

He should be there, but he's not.

The lines on the archangel's face became a little tighter, and he didn't speak any more.

——

The unseen time passed through the false starry sky like a meteor, smashing a huge luminous human figure into powder. Its scream before death echoed here for a long time, and its remains were shattered into pieces.

Ten million broken pieces.

A pale hand quietly stretched out and caught some of them.

"That's right," said the god. "The creatures sent to die are each stronger than the last."

He is not being sarcastic, which is indeed a good thing. This means that they are beginning to become impatient and want to tear apart this false starry sky and reach the real material world to carry out their plans. However, this matter cannot be circumvented

Proceed through Him.

He stands here.

The god of mankind - the god of vengeance.

Gods should be omnipotent, right?

The answer is no, gods can be omnipotent, but they are not. Omnipotent is the god in people's imagination. After he realized this, he planned to accept this. It is obvious that he cannot complete everything in one go.

It's a big deal, so let's take it slow.

but

Lonely.

God never thought that he would be troubled by such a thing. However, the deeper he looked through the man's memory, the more he realized one thing.

The reason why the black-robed mage is able to make it this far is because he has many friends. Although some of them are weak, they give him spiritual strength.

And He is alone.

Maybe I should make a friend too.

This idea had just been born, and a rare ridicule appeared on the god's face - he hadn't realized that he was being troubled by the unique sentimentality of humans, but he just felt that his current decision was ridiculous.

He raised his head and glanced at the new crack that was gradually closing, knowing that their attack was over. Just at the right time, a voice of prayer came into his ears.

The god listened carefully for a while, and then discerned who this person was from the complicated prayers: Pastor Asazar.

This is interesting, God thought. This pastor does not believe in the ‘Emperor’ preached by the state religion. He prefers to believe in the goodwill and tangible power of human nature such as courage. However, he has now begun to believe in me.

I didn't ask him to believe in me, right?

Well, I didn't.

So what do you want from me? He looked intently, and in just a moment, his power allowed his sight to reach where the priest was at the moment.

——

"For the Emperor's sake, put him down! Take your hands off his mouth too!"

A man cursed: "You are suffocating this poor child to death! She needs rest and a quiet environment! Her cough is normal, but as her father, you actually think her cough is a symbol of curse!"

"But none of us have ever coughed, Pastor," the child's father said fearfully. "And, Mr. John said, coughing is a precursor to the spread of illness and one of the signs of the impending curse of Chaos."

"Fuck the Chaos Curse!" Asazar yelled. "Normal wind chill and Chaos Curse are two different things, you stupid idiot! And that Mr. John in your mouth - what kind of idiot is he?"

"He is our doctor"

"Okay, doctor! Has he taught you any methods to save your child from pain?!"

"He asked us to cover the child's mouth."

Asazar's cheeks twitched suddenly: "This is not a solution, this is stupid murder! If you continue, your child will be tortured to death by you sooner or later! Now, put her down!"

He pointed to an iron bed in the center of the room, and the child's father did as he was told. He was still very afraid, and he didn't quite believe the priest, but Asazar's commanding tone made him unable to help himself.

Complied.

All this made the pastor feel even more sad.

An idiot who calls himself a doctor is harming people, but he, a priest who does not believe in any god, is going to use his medical skills to save people.

God, please help me find out the cause of this child's illness and cure him.

Asazar said in his heart. He had no hope in this, so he just prayed as usual. Although he did not believe in God, he had been a pastor for so many years. If you ask him why he did this.

Hmm. Occupational disease.

"good."

A voice rang in his ears, and the pastor turned his head in shock, his eyes almost falling out of their sockets.

He suddenly saw a man whose face was filled with golden light standing next to him. As for the father and the child who was tortured by illness, they were stunned and even stopped breathing.

Even the rumbling pipe sound that had been coming from the wall stopped.

"Azazar, he has an upper respiratory tract infection. It is also commonly known as a cold. It is not a serious illness, so there is no need to worry."

The god stood beside him, looking at the child lying on the iron bed, and said: "But you should probably find a mask to wear, because you may be infected. You haven't had a formal rest for several days, right?"

"You, you, you -"

The god frowned and looked at him: "Really? Let me see. You haven't slept well for three days? Are you busy treating these refugees? Aren't you a priest, Asazar? This should be

It’s a doctor’s job.”

The god's series of questions almost burned the priest's head to the point of shutting down. He still could not fully understand why the world was suspended, nor why the god appeared beside him. Therefore, he answered the god's questions blankly and relied on instinct.

"I have some medical skills and I want to help them."

The tone is almost like talking in sleep.

After saying this, Asazar suddenly woke up and looked at the god as if he had seen a ghost: "You, you, you?!"

"Me?" God tilted his head in confusion.

"You?!" the pastor gasped. "Why are you here?!"

"Didn't you ask me to help you find out the cause of this child's illness?" God asked doubtfully. "That's why I'm here."

"Yes, but -"

"Do you need my help?" the god asked, and then, without waiting for Asazar's reply, he started talking to himself.

"Pausing time in the material world is very troublesome. I have to spend a few minutes to prepare, Asazar. Besides, you are not the only one praying to me. I also have to comfort a veteran of the World-Eating Brave.

Their irascible primarch."

The pastor no longer has the ability to discern the authenticity of these words. His current thinking ability has been completely destroyed by God. As for other things.

He nodded blankly: "Yes, I need your help."

"You should have said so earlier!" The god laughed happily. The pastor didn't know yet how strange this thing was, and he would never know.

He walked up to the child and touched her forehead with his hand. After the light flashed, the god nodded to the priest: "Okay, her illness is cured."

The pastor looked at him blankly and said nothing.

The god frowned: "Azazar?"

The pastor still said nothing.

"Azazar? Did you have a stroke?"

"No, I'm just thinking about one thing, God." The pastor finally came back to his senses. "I'm just thinking that you can't respond to me and others so easily."

"Huh?" The god made a nasal noise in confusion. "Why? I am God, and I must answer your prayers."

"But this is wrong!" the pastor said hastily. "God cannot show himself so easily!"

"Why, Asazar?" the god asked again. "If you are going to let me give up, then you should give me a reason, right?"

"Because, because-"

The pastor struggled to find his words. It took him two minutes to figure out what he should say.

"Because you are a god and you are omnipotent to mortals. If you answer everyone's prayers, then they will rely on you for everything! If things go on like this, they will pray to you when they encounter problems!

"

"Isn't this bad?"

The pastor looked at Him for a while before he realized that God was really asking, not taunting him. He put himself in a good mood and tried to calm down: "This is not good, God, this is very bad."

"Because of what?"

The pastor was silent. He didn't know how to answer this question for a moment.

For humans, gods are too powerful beings, and they care about humans very much. Asazar can see this from his attitude in responding to prayers.

Those followers of the chaotic cult had to offer sacrifices to communicate with the gods, but he just prayed and he really came to help him.

This has even gone beyond the scope of preference, it is simply pampering without any bottom line.

This immeasurable love made the pastor tremble deeply - he knew human nature very well, and he knew how the world would change if this thing spread and people knew that their prayers would be answered.

And if we move in that direction, then sooner or later, the favor of the gods will be exhausted. At that time, how can humans, who have fallen at the feet of the gods, stand up on their own? And how can they repay the gods?

of kindness?

The pastor was silent. He did not realize that his heart was completely open to God, and God could easily see through every corner of his heart. Therefore, although he thought he had not answered yet, in fact, God had already

I already got the answer from him.

"I see."

The god nodded. "You are worried that I will destroy the will of mankind. It is true that a wishing machine that responds to requests is not a good thing for all mankind. But, Asazar, so far, I have only been in front of a few people.

Showed up."

"In other words, I only show up when necessary. I will not show up at other times. I agree with your idea that gods and humans should be separated, but unfortunately, at present, I have not

There is a way to do this.”

The god smiled regretfully: "I haven't fulfilled that wish yet."

This time it was the pastor's turn to wonder: "What wish? No, wait, can you see my heart?"

"certainly."

The pastor fell silent again. After a moment, he said with difficulty: "If you really think that gods and humans should live separately, then maybe you shouldn't do this anymore."

"Watch your heart?" The god nodded thoughtfully.

He looked up at the ceiling. There was nothing there, only stains and exposed metal cables. Then, he shook his head.

"I understand, Asazar, you have given me some knowledge worth learning and respecting. You are more mature than me in your attitude towards the world. As for now, I am leaving."

"What are you going to do?"

"Killing." The god said. "It's not what I thought. They seem to have started a war. Goodbye, pastor, I hope I can see you again."

With a flash of golden light, He disappeared, and then time began to flow. The rumbling sound in the pipe came again, and the father's fearful question: "Master Pastor?"

Asazar didn't answer.

(End of chapter)