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Chapter 981 336. The Fool (4k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 981 336. The Fool (4k)

"First of all," the mage said slowly, "I want to know who came up with this conjecture?"

Donne nodded slowly: "It's me."

"That really exceeded my expectations."

The mage's words made Dorn frown: "Am I really that stupid in your eyes? I may be stubborn, but I will never--"

"You misunderstood me, Donne. I simply think that my apprentice or Magnus should see this kind of occult, not very scientific and rational things first."

He smiled and pointed, and a light blue portal immediately appeared at the feet of Leman Russ and swallowed him up. The speed was astonishing. But the Fenrisians laughed and emerged from the captain's room the next second.

The ceiling fell down, landing directly among his brothers.

"That was fun!" Russ winked at the mage. "When can we do it again? We can do it in the warp, Captain, and you can throw me into the middle of a group of Khorne Daemons!"

"No, we don't do this. Damn it, how do you Fenrisians have brain circuits? By the way, you should take a shower, Russ, you smell too much - what? Then look at me

What? Otherwise, why do you think I would teleport you away?"

The mage's slightly disgusted words made the Wolf King's expression freeze. He patted Vulcan in disbelief, who reached out to catch him. The latter understood, and immediately let go of his hand and let Russ jump down.

He grabbed the fur on his body and after sniffing it carefully for a while, he couldn't smell any smell, so he simply ignored the matter and just regarded it as a joke by the mage.

Fulgrim rolled his eyes and moved away from him without leaving a trace - many years ago, the bad habits of the Fenrisians had spread among the Primarchs.

It’s not that Leman Russ doesn’t like to clean himself, he just simply finds the smelly and warm feeling of fur very pleasing. When he came to this conclusion, he completely failed to consider that other people’s noses were not clean.

Original product from Rees.

The mage sighed.

"Okay, let's get back to the topic - yes, they have begun to merge, and have been for some time. In a sense, the reason why the revenge expedition was launched at this time is also related to their integration.

It cannot be separated."

"How long will the fusion last?"

Corax asked seriously. The Lord of Crows' expression was extremely cold, as if he was wrapped in an extremely cold ice wind.

"I don't know anything about this, Captain. However, even if you want to recast two weapons together to make them into a new weapon, it will take a lot of time, and it also requires the patience of the craftsman."

The Fire Dragon Lord nodded, his fiery red eyes very calm. At this moment, the fire in his heart was just burning quietly: "I agree with you, Corax."

Chagatai turned sideways and dragged a man standing in the corner of the room over. The man was wearing a cloth robe, looked haggard, and had a heavy classic in the crook of his right arm.

"You have gone further than us in spiritual power and mystery, brother." Khan whispered. "Now is your chance to prove yourself again - let them see what you are capable of."

Magnus lowered his head and did not respond to Khan's words with words. His nod was so small that it was almost invisible, and his voice seemed to be a soft whisper coming from the other end.

"I'll try my best," he said. "But I can't guarantee how many correct guesses I can make. Besides, the captain is here, why--don't you ask him?"

When he said the last sentence, he raised his head slightly and glanced at the man sitting behind the large iron table.

"Do you think he seems interested in 'explaining the truth'?"

Conrad Coates's voice came faintly from the door. He was leaning against the wall of the corridor with a leisurely posture.

"The favorite thing among wise men is to watch fools waste their sweat and sweat on each other, trying their best to solve a riddle that they already know the correct answer, isn't it, Captain?"

"I have never said such a thing." The mage replied with a smile.

"At least you didn't deny that you were a wise man."

"Ah, then I'll deny it now - I'm not a wise man." The mage winked at him. "What now? Conrad?"

The Lord of the Night curled his lips and stopped talking.

After dealing with Konrad Coze, He Shenyan set his sights on Magnus - contrary to their speculation, he himself did not actually know what would happen in this so-called fusion stage.

When will it end.

There is no sample observation. There is no such crazy record in his experimental data, merging two gods with exactly the same power and properties, and can even be called the same creature.

There may be someone in the White Tower who is interested in this kind of experiment, but he hasn't reached this point yet.

Everyone's research route is different. Some people specialize in changing the nature of magic power, while others are keen on developing more spells. As for the fusion of gods?

That is the domain of madmen, and normal people should not get involved in this domain.

"You can tell me your guess, Magnus, it's okay."

The mage said warmly. "Since Conrad proposed the concept of fools, I think a group of fools can solve many things together, right? After all, history has never been advanced by a few smart people.

"

The one-eyed red giant was stunned for a moment. This was the first time that he was called a fool but did not feel disgusted. In the past, he stubbornly believed that he was the first person to condescend to his father, and he should learn and master any knowledge.

Is he smart?

certainly.

Is he wise?

certainly.

So, can he be called a wise man?

Magnus smiled bitterly: "Okay, Captain."

Under the eyes of all the brothers, he slowly spoke.

——

Leaping out of the subspace, Crane Samples took off his mask. He did not choose the latest land-based Titan armor, nor did he choose to have the Center tailor-made one for him.

What he chose was a set of battle armor that he had personally built. The defense was not excellent and could even be destroyed by a volley of bolters, but in other respects

Well, I think we all know what kind of creature Batman is.

At this moment, he is standing on a slightly desolate planet. The sky of this planet is a pale gray, which looks very strange. The soil is mostly composed of red sand, which means that the agriculture of this planet

I'm afraid there will be extreme shortages.

"It fits his name very well," Crane muttered.

He raised his right hand, the arm armor popped open, and a simple but by no means crude information interaction panel appeared. This was a system designed by himself, completely bypassing the center and pattern technology. As for him,

How? You'd better not ask.

"Call Target A-1," Crane ordered emotionlessly.

The data stream flashed like a vertical ocean. After a few seconds of delay, a calm and brave face appeared on the blue information interaction panel.

"Klan Samples." Angron, who had not been seen for a long time, narrowed his eyes and nodded. "What's the matter?"

"I just want to remind you that the plan has temporarily changed - let your two veterans stay and continue to rebuild the legion. They need your strength."

"You do think of me now, huh?"

Angron showed a more dangerous smile: "I thought they had forgotten me."

"He has been asking me to monitor you." Crane replied expressionlessly. "Of course, you may call this behavior attention, but in my opinion, this is a kind of surveillance with a slightly vigilant nature.

"

"That's why you're so unlovable, you dark bat."

"I don't need your likes. As long as the tasks and goals can be accomplished, nothing else matters. I am not you or your brother, Angron. I don't need to be responsible to my 'father'. I only need to be responsible for humanity as a whole."

That’s fine.”

Crane's reply was undoubtedly on the edge of some kind of danger. He was obviously aware of this, but he finished his words unmoved.

".Maybe that guy likes you very much."

After a long time, Angron sighed: "No, maybe my own father would like people like you very much - tell me, Crane Samples, how did you do it? How did you completely abandon feelings?

, let reason dominate everything, is it always correct?"

Faced with his question, Batman put on his visor and lowered the scarlet eyepieces, blocking his eyes and all channels that could be seen by the outside world. His voice became hoarse and gloomy again.

"I can't do this kind of thing." He said. "No one can do this kind of thing. Human beings are always dominated by emotions. This is our weakness and the only praiseworthy advantage we have in the cold galaxy. As for what you said

That’s always true, ha.”

He sneered, which was rare: "If I could always be right, I would not hold the hand he extended to me."

"What are you talking about?" Angron frowned. His intuition told him that the 'he' in Kelan's words was probably He Shenyan.

"Something you don't understand well and I won't explain, so don't ask any more, lest you be tortured by your own curiosity, Angron."

"Are you here to recruit me to fight, or are you here to argue with me?"

Angron's brows furrowed tighter and tighter: "You first asked the question, and then asked me not to ask - are all of you stalkers in the shadows so sick? You not only like to torture the enemy physically, but also like to psychologically

Torturing your companions?"

"I just like to see you confused when you think about it."

Crane shook his head: "Okay, let's get back to the topic. How is the progress of your legion?"

"No comment." Angron responded. "But since you brought it up to the point, tell me, is your guess correct?"

"Unfortunately, yes."

Batman replied gloomily: "There is indeed something in the Star Torch, and it is far from an existence that I can understand. When I walk in the subspace, I often peek at its brilliance, and every time, I feel afraid."

The Lord of Red Sand slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

fear.

Of course he didn't know much about this visitor from another world called Batman, but he knew the latter's character and abilities, and knew what he could do - and for such a person, let me tell you, he was afraid.

Sometimes, honesty is something even scarier.

"What did you find?"

"I don't know - that's my fear."

Batman said.

"I don't know what they put in the star torch, and I don't know why its brilliance becomes so intense when the ocean of chaos surges, and it even actively hunts down demons who dare to invade the human world. But.

, do you know the price of its power manifesting, Angron?"

"Damn it, stop answering my questions with questions, just tell me the answer."

"Revenge." Batman raised his head, a pale light reflected in the scarlet eyepiece. "That is the price it requires."

"Painful hatred, the anger of witnessing relatives or brothers being killed. Any strong emotion you can imagine that contains elements of revenge will invisibly outline some kind of sacrificial circle in the subspace.

, finally let it come.”

"From this point of view, I even doubt whether that thing can still be called a star torch - it is more like a responsive god, specially designed for human revenge. It responds to all human hatred and will

Their souls were all devoured, and all were burned in the flames of vengeance."

Batman was silent for a moment.

"Yes, it's what you think." He looked at Angron's calm face on the other side of the light curtain. "The souls of those who summoned it are all gone. I couldn't find any remnants at the scene.

Traces of the soul.”

"If you think my investigation is not convincing enough, then the other five agents of the Court of Owls all mentioned the same disappearance phenomenon as my investigation results in their post-investigation reports."

He paused, silent, the breeze blew by, and the red sand rose. On the other side of the light curtain, Angron's expression gradually became some kind of complex condensation.

Finally, he spoke slowly.

"The image you painted has such power and such a way of coming"

Before he could finish speaking, the Lord of Red Sand stopped his words.

At this moment, far away on the other side of the recruiting planet, in a barracks at a training ground, he put down the personal terminal used for communication and closed it.

He took a manual approach and sent a message to Batman, telling him that he would return to the Revenge immediately.

But, at the same time, his heart was being burned by a kind of flame. That kind of flame was called doubt.

He, what on earth have you done? He asked himself - what on earth have you done?

I'm sorry for being late. I took medicine and fell asleep in the afternoon. I'm much better today. I don't have much fever except for the cough. I will resume normal updates tomorrow, and then we will talk about how much I owe. Damn it.

(End of chapter)