40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 694 76. Resurrection (5)

The moment the light hit, the lion couldn't help but raise his hands, trying to avoid the light that was neither blinding nor scary, and could even be called gentle.

This is not common sense, but there is a voice in his heart whispering softly in a breath-like tone: You must do this, otherwise you will be completely destroyed.

But that's not the case.

The truth was that someone somehow reached out and grabbed his wrist. Those hands were rough and powerful, and their surface was like sandpaper or stone grinding. They contained a huge amount of power that even a lion could not match.

Despite this, the owner of these hands chose to use only a little force for fear of hurting the lion. He pressed down the lion's hands little by little, and now there was no longer any cover.

The soft golden light hit his face, shining so brightly that the lion couldn't help but collapse to the ground.

He reluctantly pushed himself up with his hands and knelt on the ground without any image. He felt that the light was like thousands of smooth sharp blades brushing through his flesh and soul, opening thousands of tiny wounds.

After that, some kind of cold and sticky fluid flowed out along the wound, causing extremely strong dizziness.

Is he injured? He must have been injured, otherwise he wouldn't have shed so much blood. However, is it really blood that flows out of these millions of wounds?

The lion reluctantly opened his sore and painful eyes, instinctively realizing that something was wrong. He raised his hand, and in the double image and dizziness, he saw a hand of decaying blackness.

He stared at them in confusion for a long moment before he realized they weren't actually blood. How could human blood look like this? The black water that seemed to be mixed with dust lying in his hand looked absolutely disgusting.

The lion was startled for a moment, and finally, he remembered -

"——You have already lost all your blood." His father said.

The lion raised his head.

For a moment, he couldn't believe that his call was actually answered.

It is true that as the Son of Man, He did have a longing in His heart to be with His Father, but He never indulged in it.

He has always had a code of conduct since thousands of years ago. This code is cold and ruthless. When the other brothers try to win their father's attention for a moment with military exploits, philosophical ingenuity, improved technology, or other things, only the Lion looks down upon him.

He knew that he had a father, but he knew who his father was.

But, only at that moment, only at that moment before death, he really longed to look at him.

Even just a stone statue on the bottom of the hive city is enough. He needs him to get the last bit of peace before his death.

He wanted to ask, have I disappointed you?

"Never," said the father. "You always make me proud."

The lion did not answer, but whispered in his heart: But I failed.

Father smiled, this smile was extremely bitter.

"Who hasn't failed?" he said, his voice gentle and calm. "The man standing in front of you is the biggest loser in the history of mankind. No one can compete with me in this matter, but I am still standing here."

No, no.

After struggling, the lion finally made a trembling sound with his decayed and withered vocal cords. People are always like this, complex and changeable. He longed to see his father, but when his father actually came as promised, he was unwilling.

In other words, when the pain of death was briefly forced away by the arrival of his father, the lion's reason returned.

He realized what he had done and he couldn't accept it.

"Don't. Don't talk to me as a father." The lion said with pain. "Let him come, let him come here instead."

"Who?" the father asked puzzledly.

"Emperor!" the lion roared.

My father squatted down restrainedly and slowly, and then sat on the ground with his hands on his knees. He looked directly into the lion's eyes and spoke softly.

"Is just two sentences of comfort and affirmation enough for you, Leon?"

"Let the Emperor come here." The Lion said stubbornly, unaware that his voice was returning to normal little by little.

The father sighed and smiled slightly sadly. Then, he said jokingly: "What? Is it difficult for you to accept being my son?"

"The Empire, Humanity, my Legion. They need him." The Lion replied in a low voice, but looked away. "I need him."

"I'm afraid you only have me now, Leon," his father said slowly. "So, tell me, what unfinished business do you have?"

The lion looked at him, frowning, and reluctantly realized that he might have no choice now. However, even so, he remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking.

Starting from Camas, he told the origin, process and final plan, without missing any detail. Then he moved on to war. The degree of control the Chapter has over the entire galaxy, how the battleship clusters are deployed, and the planned functions of each force.

Even such a trivial matter as the internal identity coding of the respective communication channels, which was insignificant in his father's eyes, he told it clearly without any concealment.

Moreover, once he started talking, he couldn't stop. Then he sat on the floor like a father and talked more and more intently.

However, the bitter battles and dangers were all mentioned in one breath, and the tone was extremely bland, as if these things were not personal experiences, but hearsay stories from the tavern.

His father interrupted him just right, with confusion, curiosity, and deep sadness.

"I thought you came to me to ask for a second chance, Leon. But look at you, are you telling me your last words?"

"Yes." said the lion.

After he finished speaking, he breathed out a sigh of relief. Then he immediately closed his mouth and whispered in his heart.

These are the last words.

The father was silent for a while and then asked: "Don't you want to do it again?"

think.

"Then why are you saying this?"

Because I'm dead.

Like you said, I bled dry. I couldn't figure out where I was before, but now I remember. While I was still in that illusion, I was already dead. And, before I die, the desert is eating me.

It was not a normal place, the power of chaos spread across every inch of the land, and I could hear the screams of innocent people. Therefore, my body must have been defiled, and Chaos will never let me go.

I beg you, Emperor, to inform my Legion that no matter what it becomes or what it becomes, it must be destroyed, just as Mortarion's sons fought for him. Tell them, to be against it, say this is my will.

His father looked at him quietly for a long time before uttering a brief comment: "You are still very sharp."

The lion didn't understand what he meant, and didn't want to think about it. He just continued to talk about his thoughts in his heart. He has never been so honest about his heart like this. This is the first time, and I'm afraid it will also be the last time.

He was willing to take it seriously.

Frankly speaking, to this day, I don’t know how you shape our bodies and souls. Even the best craftsmen cannot understand what you have done to us, let alone a tool like me that only knows how to kill.

However, I don’t understand why you would give such powerful power to a group of weak-minded children. Wouldn’t weapons or tools be better than human beings with power?

I thought you were doing this just because you had your own considerations, but I was wrong. You just couldn't be ruthless. Your hands are too soft compared to where you are.

You never really saw us as tools, as you should have.

Just like No. 2 and No. 11, if you make up your mind and show your attitude early on, things will not reach the point of being irreversible. You always want to believe in the flash of human nature and think that we will slowly correct ourselves. But you seem to have forgotten that we are humans, and humans are very complex animals

You should be more cruel, Emperor. Just like now, you shouldn't respond to my desperate pleas and come here, or even really prepare to give me a second chance. This is not okay.

I refuse.

It has been ten thousand years, I have experienced ten thousand years of war, and I have never seen an ordinary person come back from the dead. The power of subspace is another matter for the time being. In the purely material realm, there is an abyss between life and death that no one can cross.

But now, you actually want me to bring a Primarch back to life? How much will this cost you? I don't want to know the answer, I would rather die.

Besides, dying in a battle with my other self didn't hurt me in any way. He is a formidable opponent, a younger version of me, with a lot of innocent blood on his hands and an unpardonable crime. Killing him will only bring greater glory to my blade.

Furthermore, I also know that my soul must still be under your control. You have other plans for me, right? Like Ruth? Or like Mortarion?

Whatever it is, I accept it, Emperor. I just ask you not to do this, don't pay anything for me, it's not worth it.

Father's expression finally changed, and not in a good direction.

He was angry, that was obvious, from the sullen expression on his face and the wrinkles between his brows. His lips were pursed very tightly and curved downward. It was as if someone had taken a knife and carved a ravine into the dark kraft-paper skin.

However, apart from this, the things in the eyes shining under the gloomy eyebrows can be called compassion.

"Is it worth it?" Finally, my father said. "What do you think you are, Leon El'Jonson?"

The lion looked up at him, gritted his teeth, and uttered two words very truly.

"tool."

His father suddenly reached out and grabbed him, and the thunderous sound rang out furiously, bringing out his denial and echoing continuously.

"No!"

"That's the truth," said the Lion. "I've always been so proud of myself."

"Who allowed you to do this?" the father accused in a scolding tone.

"Myself," the lion said, slapping his hand away, his cheeks still tense.

"I am a useful and convenient tool. Don't rush to refute me. No one has given me this definition. This is my own conclusion. Think about it, I have a photographic memory, a lot of energy, and no need to eat. , no need for sleep.”

"A hundred staff and the most advanced thinkers need to calculate theoretical deductions for several hours, but I can solve it in only ten minutes. Dozens of experienced generals in their prime are in the same room, but they can solve it. A simple joint naval battle was a mess, but what if it was me?"

"Those complex commands, communications, and derivation models are just numbers in my eyes. As long as I put them in the right place, the direction of the war can be held in my hands."

"I have been fighting for ten thousand years, Emperor. I have spent ten thousand years working with Ferus to transform the Obscurity Star Territory into what it is today."

"I dare not say that people live and work in peace and contentment, but at least there is no longer rampant corruption and oppression in the Hazy Star Territory, and there is no longer darkness that should not exist. People can enjoy a little dignity that they should have long ago."

"The aliens still exist, but they are under control. There are outposts at the edge of every galaxy. As soon as they find traces of them, they will immediately call the fleet to destroy them."

"Trade will develop, the cold world will get coal mines and heating tools, the barren world will get food and environmental transformation machines, and the polluted world will get the patronage of colonists after being repaired."

"I've done everything I can, and I didn't let you down. But tools break. Are people going to fix a broken shovel or hoe? Even if they fix it, it's no longer useful, so why not just Get a new one?”

The father sighed deeply, deeply.

"You are not a tool, you are my son, Leon."

"Only part of it." The lion raised his hand and touched his chest and said. "Just like you are only partially my father."

What a cold answer this is? At least my father seemed to be really hurt at this moment. He finally put down his hands in despair, his lips trembled, and his face was filled with shock, pride, regret, and guilt.

This may be his most human moment in recent times, but as the only person here, the lion did not look at him. He just adjusted his posture, knelt in front of his father in a meditative posture, and slowly Lower your head slowly.

But what he was waiting for was not agreement or rejection.

"Long time no see, brother," Mortarion said.

The lion's head jerked up.

His brother, the Pale King who had been dead for many years, truly stood before him. The long withered gray-white hair of the past has turned into a pure and elegant white, and is spread casually as before. He wore a long, wrinkled robe, and his hands and feet were covered with bandages.

An inconspicuous lantern hung on his waist, trembling slightly. His eyes were burning with golden flames, just like the scorching sky fire that had purified all of Terra thousands of years ago. They contained pure violence, but were tightly bound in their sockets.

Mortarion stepped forward slowly, his thin cheeks still sunken, and his high cheekbones making him look both gloomy and stubborn.

Finally, he stopped a few steps in front of the lion and just looked down at him.

The lion stood up and returned the same urgent gaze.

"Are you surprised to see me?" Mortarion asked.

"Yes." The lion replied, still observing his brother intently. Even his answer sounded like a dream. "I'm surprised."

Mortarion smiled.

"That's weird." He said, with a rare gentleness in his tone. "You are just wondering why I am here, that's all. But the answer is actually very simple. I now have new responsibilities, such as comforting dead souls like you."

The lion was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "Don't you have anything else to do?"

His words made Mortarion frown in an obvious way: "Of course, brother, actually, I have a lot to do."

"Then why don't you go and get busy?"

"Because I can't help it." The God of Death with the Lamp finally couldn't bear it anymore, his eyebrows were angry and his tone became gloomy. "Who told you I was a brother? Listen, Leon—I have something to show you."

He turned around and a door appeared in front of him. He stretched out his hand and pushed out a small gap, and the cold wind and snow roared through it.