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Chapter 943 298. Parasite(3.5k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 943 298. Parasite(3.5k)

When the door opened, the first emotion that came was awe, and then nothing was left. Sicarius did not notice the coming of any other emotion. This ability was completely destroyed by the horrific and miserable sight.

, his knees began to tremble, and if it weren't for the artificial muscle fibers of the Land Walking Titan, he might have fallen to his knees.

"My Lord." A psychic who was half-kneeling beside the throne spoke slowly. "The person has been brought here."

The person on the throne did not move.

His skinny fingers were placed steadily on both sides of the seat, which was called a torture instrument. Complex and dense cables passed through his body and were entangled between his ribs. A heart beat weakly, and inside his empty eye sockets

There was nothing. He made no movement, but the psyker looked like he was listening carefully.

"Yes, my lord. I understand. Yes."

He replied in a low voice, his face under the hood was solemn and broken, and the dense scars completely destroyed his appearance. After a while, he said: "Welcome, loyal ones who have come from afar. My Lord asked me to do it for you.

Greetings, he couldn't really talk to you guys and he's sorry about that."

Feel sorry

None of the four people knew how to answer this sentence. Before they came, they were vaguely revealed some information. Mephisto knew the most, but even he and Sanguinius did not tell him in advance that there was something here.

An emperor in an even worse situation.

That is the Emperor, the Lord of Mankind - there is no mistaking this. His spiritual power, talent, soul and even every subtle perception are telling him this. Mephisto lowered his head and began to try his best

Stay calm and don't let your emotions trigger your psychic powers.

Then, there was another moment of silence. The psyker listened again, his robes falling to the ground, the golden eagle behind his back shining. The Custodes stood quietly in the darkness, staring at this special meeting.

"My Lord hopes that your journey will be peaceful. At the same time, he also hopes that you will greet the mage on his behalf."

"We will." Sicarius said reluctantly. "You - no, this"

He couldn't stop himself in the end.

"Are you okay?"

The voice trembled.

Is this what the Emperor has been enduring? At the same time, he thought silently.

There are countless Astartes in the Empire who have not been able to board Terra. Even if they are lucky enough, they will never be able to meet the Emperor. They all know that he is suffering, and they all know that he is suffering for the future of all mankind, but some

If you don't see it with your own eyes, you won't believe it.

You will never believe that one person can do this.

The psyker answered after a few seconds, with cold sweat streaming down his forehead. Mephisto could see that he was trying his best to maintain his appearance: "My Lord said that he is okay and can still hold on. As for you, you have come all the way.

A loyal person, he wants me to ask you what you need, and we will do our best to help you."

"We need a ship," Sicarius said cautiously. "And some possible support - do you know our mission?"

"My Lord says He knows"

The Astropath gasped, bent over in pain, and vomited a mouthful of blood. Although he straightened up quickly, the pain on his face could not be concealed.

"But he is worried about the danger you will face. Our Lord said that you know nothing about our history. And the enemy is often hidden in these past histories and times."

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"Why didn't you tell them?" Sanguinius asked worriedly.

"These things cannot be explained in just a few words, Sanguinius." He Shen replied. "Do you still remember what you looked like when you learned about those histories?"

The lines on the archangel's face tightened. Of course he remembered it. How could he forget it? He would probably never be able to forget the sense of absurdity brought about by the conflict between reason and cold reality. The excitement brought by those truths was too great.

So big that he still shudders when he thinks about it.

"That's the answer."

The mage shook his head slowly: "How can they directly accept the truth that even you can't bear?"

"But, the mission you assigned will require them to go deep into the subspace there, won't they discover the truth?"

Facing this pointed question from Sanguinius, the mage just smiled: "Mission?"

Sanguinius looked at him blankly.

"That is not a mission, Sanguinius."

The mage's smile faded. "This is not a test for them. In fact, if I want to know the stage of the war between them, I can go directly into the subspace and observe with my own eyes. Why bother to cross

The Endless Sea of ​​Stars takes them there, and even erases the memory of this?"

Sanguinius frowned. He Shenyan did not speak directly as usual, but he had revealed enough. The archangel could already deduce some one-sided truths, but the results he obtained did not make him relax.

"Is it related to that person?" Sanguinius asked after a long time.

"It's about him, but it's not all about him."

The mage sighed.

"You see, Sanguinius, I have always regarded myself as a 'mage'. This means that I am a researcher, and it also means that I am curious about many things. So, according to what I am doing

Judging from the knowledge learned in the White Tower, crossing borders is only the right of a few people in the entire endless sea of ​​stars."

"The dead Tzeentch couldn't do this, why can the living one?"

Sanguinius listened quietly, knowing who the expert was.

"At first, I thought it was because my crossover opened a channel between the two worlds. But I soon realized that this was simply impossible. Even if that channel really existed, it would only allow me to

Passed. He is not a boundary crosser, He is not qualified to cross the world's barriers. But some people can, or in other words, some things can, and these things happen to be closely behind me."

"Something?" He keenly noticed the key points in the mage's words. "Who?"

"Something none of you understand."

The mage smiled slightly and winked at him: "Some parasites - that's all I can tell you, dear Sanguinius."

"What? Uh! But you have just entered the point of the problem!"

"It's not the first day you've met me, Sanguinius." The mage laughed heartily. "It's interesting to stop when you get to the point, what do you think?"

The archangel sighed melancholy: "If you can-"

"--Can."

".ah?"

He Shenyan grimaced and nodded solemnly: "Yes, Sanguinius, I can explain it to you. But you have to bring a message to Magnus and Robert for me, how about that?"

After thinking again and again, the archangel nodded cautiously: ". Please tell me."

"There's no need to be so nervous. This sentence is actually very simple. I just want you to tell them not to go in the direction of studying the Star Torch again. That road will not lead to anything. That thing is now the same as what your father used to do.

Its set functions and directions are completely different, and it is alive now."

The mage said meaningfully: "So they'd better change their research direction while I can still hold on, otherwise you may have to prepare an iron chair for me in a few hundred years!"

Somehow, Sanguinius felt that the captain was particularly strange today - he couldn't say whether this change was good or bad, but he just felt it was extremely strange.

He nodded bravely and asked again: "So, can you start explaining the 'key points' to me?"

"Of course, Sanguinius. As you know, I come from another world. I am a cross-border mage, which means that I have talents that only a few people have. Of course, I personally feel that this is not the case.

That’s great, because the White Tower Council is really full of lunatics. Am I digressing?”

He Shenyan, whose mental state was obviously abnormal, shrugged, and then started chattering again: "Crossing borders is a very dangerous thing. The first time I did it, I did it by stepping on the shoulders of those who came before me. I was lucky

I succeeded, and therefore I truly realized the vastness of the 'world'. In the world where I crossed borders for the first time, I unexpectedly provoked some enemies."

"Enemies?" Sanguinius frowned again. This word was not easy to say from the mage's mouth. "Are you referring to those parasites?"

"Correct answer! You are so smart, Sanguinius, I want to give you a prize! Ah, no, no, I can't do this, otherwise I will have to make several trophies and distribute them to all of you. But, you said

That's right, Sanguinius, those parasites, that's what they are."

The smile began to widen, and the smile definitely existed on this face, but Sanguinius did not feel any gentle emotions. He clenched his fists and asked softly: "Who are they?"

The mage slowly uttered four words: "Eternal Paradise."

The smile on his face disappeared.

"First of all, I have to explain one thing to you. Concepts like Sanguinius, heaven, and angels are not unique to you. There are indeed some differences in the world, but humans are everywhere."

"Religion will naturally be born accordingly. Human beings always want to find something to worship. Some people choose to worship flames, some choose to worship the sun, and they are born. They are called angels - ah, don't show it

With that expression, I know you are unhappy and so am I, but there is nothing we can do."

He shrugged: "They are indeed called angels."

Sanguinius pursed his lips and nodded.

"They invade other worlds in a special way, and all intelligent creatures will be forcibly transformed into their fanatical believers. If you want to get the exact information, then mortals will be transformed immediately, Asta

The special ones can last longer, about ten hours. The more determined psykers can last longer."

".Are you really not kidding me?"

"I enjoy joking now, Sanguinius, but I would not joke like this."

He Shenyan replied calmly. "After this step is completed, the world belongs to them. So does everyone's soul. They will take away the pious soul of the deceased and use it as fuel or make other things. Of course, maybe they will

It’s used for trading, who can say?”

"Your metaphor is accurate." Sanguinius said slowly. "They are indeed a group of parasites, and they are much more terrifying than the threats we have always faced. At least the demons cannot cross borders.

"

"Actually, it's almost the same." He Shenyan spread his hands. "Don't you think these two gangs of bastards are equally cheap?"

His simple and direct adjective once again stunned the archangel.

"So, let me outline for you the situation we are facing now, Sanguinius. We are facing six evil gods who are merging with each other and devouring power. And one who is keen to make all of us unhappy.

Evil God, this bastard has also cooperated with a group of parasites that can cross borders."

"So I have to prepare for the worst." The mage smiled slightly. "I have to use all means to prevent that possible future."

"you?"

"Only I can do this, Sanguinius," the mage said. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to show off, I'm just stating an obvious fact."

He turned his head and stared at the star torch, and there was a fleeting golden light in his eyes.

After a moment, Sanguinius heard him whisper: "I have spread the bait and set up the net to catch the fish. We can wait for the fish to take the bait, Sanguinius."

That’s all I’ve written. I’ll make up for it tomorrow. The minimum is 13,000.

(End of chapter)