40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 297 17. The curtain slowly opens

Frankly speaking, watching Fulgrim slowly change into his armor was not very enjoyable, at least for Sanguinius.

Even though Phoenix's ceremonial nails were breathtakingly beautiful, and I was even better, it couldn't stop the archangel from feeling bored with this process, which lasted for more than six minutes.

Fortunately, the Chemos people probably knew about this, so he did not prolong the matter. After putting on the silver crown inlaid with gems, he ended the change directly, without choosing accessories or worrying about color matching.

After Fulgrim expressed his gratitude to the skilled servants, they left the dressing room and began walking side by side in the wide tunnel inside the volcano.

In the past, walking side by side was usually accompanied by a guard, but this time it was different. The Blood Angels and Emperor's Children who were responsible for the guard had already left the interior of the volcano one step ahead.

Sanguinius knew that they would probably stand side by side like a guard of honor now, waiting for Magnus' arrival on some tarmac at the end of the tunnel.

"He was one hour and forty-three minutes late." Fulgrim said calmly and gently. The long silver-white hair is spread over the purple-gold shoulder armor, and the gold-red cloak is flying behind him as the original body strides forward.

"So?" Sanguinius offered a cautious twist. "Are you dissatisfied with this matter?"

"I am probably not the only one who is dissatisfied. There are not only the Primarchs here today, but also many people who are far busier than us. But, to be honest, what I don't like is his attitude."

Phoenix stopped and sighed softly.

"Of course he is late, of course he sees the Warp as a gentle and friendly place - and yet I have to side with him."

"I know you think it's too extreme to immediately remove the think tank system, but our opinions don't actually matter, Fulgrim."

Sanguinius shook his head, and the silver chains and pendants hanging on his wings shook in unison at this moment, making a crisp sound. He didn't pay as much attention to appearance as Fulgrim, and he chose to wear ceremonial armor when traveling.

The archangel wore a simple white robe. If it weren't for those accessories, his attire could be called simple.

"Yes." Fulgrim sighed again. "Our opinions don't matter."

As he spoke, he actually laughed, but the smile was not very pretty: "But Magnus probably wouldn't think so."

Sanguinius did not take these words, but motioned Phoenix to continue moving forward and quickened his pace. Ten minutes later, they emerged from the tunnel and arrived at the landing pad dedicated to the Primarchs.

The sky in Nikaea was gloomy and covered with dark clouds. The doomsday scene caused by lightning, thunder and volcanic eruption did not prevent a Storm Eagle from landing slowly.

It staggered to a stop at the corner of the apron, and the violent roar of the engine began to subside. The servitors and technicians who had been prepared swarmed over and immediately began to make emergency repairs.

They had done this many times, and any aircraft trying to fly over Nicaea had to go through this ordeal. The hatch slowly opened, and the red Magnus and his guards slowly walked out.

Compared to the Blood Angels and the Emperor's Sons, the number of Lion Guards seemed a bit too small. He only brought ten members of the Guards, and the reason was naturally unknown. Magnus has always been mysterious.

The second most knowledgeable scholar in the galaxy was wearing a brown and black undershirt today, paired with a gold and red embroidered coat. He wore an eagle emblem arm guard, and his long hair was scattered, scarlet as blood.

As soon as he walked out of the cabin, he noticed the angel and the phoenix, and a smile immediately appeared on his face. The Primarchs walked toward each other and began greeting each other, which did not last long. When the greetings were over, they took the lead to enter the tunnel, and the guards divided into three lines and followed behind their respective original bodies.

Magnus spoke softly, slightly reservedly, and his voice echoed secretly in the tunnel. It was obvious that he was using some force to keep his voice from the conversation. Sanguinius frowned, wondering why he did this.

"It took me a whole year to come to Nikaea, brothers, but I didn't let this year slip away from my hands in vain. I studied many theories, read countless ancient books, and finally, I succeeded."

"Successful?" Fulgrim raised his eyebrows. "What? Have you developed any new theories related to psychic energy?"

"Yes, but also no." Magnus smiled slightly, approached Fulgrim, and began to introduce his research results to him.

"I know the main arguments of this meeting, and I also know what caused it - the long-term shortsightedness of Leman Russ and Mortarion caused this consequence, and my father had to deal with this matter. I I understand him, but I also have my own considerations.”

"What do you want to say, brother?" Fulgrim asked seriously. "In other words, how do you plan to refute Russ and Mortarion?"

Magnus smiled enthusiastically and mysteriously: "It's very simple, don't they think that psychic energy can cause disasters? Then I will show them how gentle psychic energy is in fact, and what an efficient power it is."

"You haven't said what you have discovered yet, Magnus." Sanguinius spoke softly, with a flash of worry in his heart. Somehow, he suddenly felt strongly uneasy.

"Don't worry, my angel! Just watch it later!" The Crimson King laughed with great satisfaction, and there was a kind of pride unique to scholars on his face.

This pride has been born in countless scholars who have completed amazing research theories, and it can almost be regarded as a kind of inheritance and guidance of fate. Now, it has finally appeared on Magnus.

The Crimson King has completed countless studies in his life, but never one has made him so satisfied and proud. At this moment, he is happy and full of hope for the future.

But will the future really be as bright as he imagined?

Fulgrim sighed imperceptibly and exchanged glances with Sanguinius. Both of them could see the seriousness and helplessness in each other's eyes - no matter what, the meeting would eventually go on.

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Khalil walked slowly and relaxedly past a large group of worshipers who were praying, taking a leisurely stroll, as if on an outing. He did not deliberately slow down his steps or hide his figure, but neither the believers nor the servitors noticed him.

His back was no longer covered by the 'shadow', and the ferocious back of the 'Blade' was completely exposed to the air. Paleness and darkness intertwined with each other, spreading, and the shape was as weird as a living thing.

He was like a monster, or a ghost.

Khalil walked calmly through the corridor, passed through the archway covered with scriptures and the bones of believers, and explored the intricate labyrinth inside the Rhythm of Faithfulness.

He wasn't surprised by anything he saw; after all, there was really nothing here to be surprised about. So far, there has been no sign related to the 'fall' on the Law of Loyalty, and he has not even seen half a star.

The prayers of believers are still fervent and solemn. They pray devoutly to the gods for the future of mankind, and are even willing to pay the price with their own penance and lives for decades to come.

The environment is not as dirty as the rumors say. It is full of traces of ascetic life. Every place is very clean. Even the resting places of the corpses of devout believers with scriptures and banners pasted on them are very orderly and messy, but without losing their beauty.

Normal here simply doesn't look like what it should be now.

But what about Angel Tai and the others?

A full year has passed since those 1,300 Word Bearers left the Perfect City, but no news came from them during this period. They disappeared without a trace, as if they had disappeared from the world. Thirteen hundred Astartes are no small number, even for the Word Bearers.

Furthermore, Khalil's perception of the 'shadow' was actually affected. He didn't know who did it and by what means, but he sincerely admired him.

How amazing, an enemy I have never met.

With such a cold compliment in mind, he slowly followed the shadow's heartbeat-like fluctuations into the depths of the bridge of the Law of Loyalty.

Word Bearers in civilian clothes or armor can be seen everywhere here, going about their daily schedule. Standing guard, training, and maintaining armor and weapons are all business as usual, nothing is wrong.

Khalil ignored them for the time being and stepped into the deepest part of the bridge. He had some dark desires, but he couldn't let them be released here.

There were no longer bright lights deep in the bridge, replaced by dim and flickering candlelight. Khalil continued to go deeper, and an open hall welcomed him under the guard of candlelight.

Cold sarcophagi filled the entire hall, and the name of the deceased and the emblem of the company to which he belonged were engraved on the sarcophagus. Memories sent by believers on the ship are scattered around all the sarcophagi. Garlands, letters, carvings of devotees

Under their influence, the place has an aura that is both cemetery and temple.

Khalil narrowed his eyes and revealed his figure. The flickering candlelight penetrated directly through his body, turning a blind eye and not casting any shadow.

He followed the increasingly rapid fluctuations of the shadows and came to a sarcophagus. A line of solemn cursive characters is clearly visible on the surface of the sarcophagus.

"The Captain of the 7th Assault Company of the Jagged Sun Chapter, Angel Tai. He passed away during the blessing ceremony. He is the first deceased. We will watch him walk in the divine realm with the utmost respect."

Khalil read this line softly, placed his right hand gently on the sarcophagus, shook his head, and the cold fury flashed from his eyes.

The next second, his right hand suddenly sank into the sarcophagus.

All the candles in the hall were extinguished, and a gloomy breeze blew by. A few seconds later, along with a sneer, the candle light became bright again. The sarcophagus itself had been pushed open, and there was nothing in it, not even any bones.

At the same time, at the other end of the Law of Loyalty, a man suddenly opened his eyes, and blood flowed out of his throat.

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