Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

“He made intercession for sins, and his sacrifice took away all sin, satisfying the justice of God the Father; and by his office of mediator he intended to appease his wrath.

“Even though He is still angry because of unrighteousness, His love will still fall, for His love does not change. Only people are enmity against Him because of their sins and do not want to receive His love.

"He exempted people from discord with Him, and thus achieved His manifest love." - "The Book of Lorgar"

"If you really want to know what our Emperor feels about the Second Legion..." Morse sat down at the table, took out his notebook, and wrote some supplementary regulations on the paper, "Maybe you will think Surprised, Malcador, because he's upset actually..."

He glanced at Malcador, "He's angry."

The Imperial Chancellor blinked his eyes slowly. When his old friends are around him, he often behaves more vividly than in front of the world, but anger is another matter.

The Emperor would smile, worry about the future, and describe some unknown whims and wonders - it was almost a childish behavior that made Malcador secretly laugh in his heart.

But what could happen in the Milky Way that could cause the Lord of Mankind to hide his anger was difficult for Malcador to imagine.

"Why?" Malcador asked.

"Because he lost a Primarch, my friend."

"Oh..." Macado shook his head, "Once upon a time, he was indeed a good kid."

"No, Prime Minister, that's not what I meant." Morse flicked the pen to let the ink flow smoothly again.

"I mean, he lost a well-prepared tool in his plan and had to adjust hundreds of subsequent plans for that Primarch's personal choices, like starting his brand new project too early. 'Soldier Manufacturing Programme' - This was not in any way intended to be launched immediately.

"Yes, Prime Minister, I can guess with my non-existent calf bones that this is the real reason why the Second Legion must be eliminated. He wants to make sure that no one knows what the Second Legion will become - because it is too It’s easy to expose his little joke about ‘not being a god’.”

"That is?" Makado asked.

"Don't play charades with me and pretend you don't know, my friend." Morse waved his hand nonchalantly, "Anyway, you should know how infuriating it is that the plan was ruined. Imagine that you built A damn foundation suddenly collapsed in the half-built house, and you have to find a way to patch it up."

The chancellor remained silent for several seconds in surprise at the answer he received.

Mors raised his head and glanced at him: "Don't tell me that he is filled with great bubbles of love in your eyes, Malcador."

Malcador sat down next to Morse. From his angle, he could see outside the window the magnificent masterpiece designed by Rogal Dorn and ten thousand great architects in the galaxy.

Under the man-made blue sky, gleaming gold, fine gold, gold, plastic steel, concrete... are laid out from top to bottom to create the golden dome of the Terra Palace, the clear-cut roof gables, the criss-crossing corridors of stacked buildings, all competing for beauty. Open-air gardens, wide halls, and even solid fortresses and fortresses stacked with battlements, as well as solid foundations on bedrock...

The light fragrance of wood and the incense that seems to be there, set off the classical music of the automatic gramophone in the distance, everything is so in line with the preferences of the master of mankind, without any deviation.

The Imperial Prime Minister twitched the corner of his mouth and returned to his usual tone. Due to his apparent age, his hoarse voice made him look sad.

"If he is what you say, then none of us will follow him."

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Lorgar Aurelion knew that the Emperor was not yet gone, but he never saw the Master of Mankind he had long awaited. This made him anxious.

If no one is seen by the Emperor, the One with the Truth will only pray silently to the back of the Master of Mankind. But he knew that Leon El'Jonson was living with the Emperor on the Silver Angel's base planet.

This couldn't help but make Lorgar wonder whether he had unintentionally served something wrong, so that He knew his desire but was unwilling to summon him.

The next day, Lorgar went to visit Perturabo, only to learn that the Iron Warriors had not looked back and started hunting the Randan aliens who had scattered birds and beasts. So he suddenly realized it and commanded all the Word Bearers to take action and cooperate to complete the task. A long eradication campaign.

At this time when the Overlord's consciousness was injured, and might even have disappeared under the Emperor's spear, the cleanup evolved into a formulaic operation, looking for fixed targets or moving targets that were not active in action - the cleanup was completed, All they need now is time.

On the third day, Lorgar wanted to visit Horus Luperkar. He was soon told that the Vengeful Spirit had rushed directly to the base planet. Aurelion was annoyed at his slowness the moment he got the news. He was so insensitive that he even asked Him to take the initiative to summon him instead of setting off to worship himself.

A few hours later, the One with the Truth set foot on the base planet, with a heavy heart, looking for his place to stay in the plains strewn with corpses.

The mighty power attributed to the Emperor, the flesh and blood tissue all over the mountains and plains, and the disgusting alien stench were all burned away by the invisible ghost-like black flame at a certain moment, so that Lorgar Aurelion would not be in danger of witnessing the blasphemy. And the anger is hard to contain.

Thus, the bones of the Space Marines were left alone. The damaged outer armor, whose color was difficult to detect, the goggles that had fallen off, the half-remaining helmet, and the broken bones exposed outside the armor.

Luo Jia couldn't bear to close his eyes slightly. He did not mourn the sacrifices of the Astartes, nor pity their suffering. All in order to get closer to the Emperor they loved, and it was a matter of course to serve.

No, what he couldn't bear to see was the insult and defilement brought to them by the aliens' destruction. This made the man who held the truth so heartbroken that he could not help but recite his prayer silently, asking Him to forgive and accept them, and to bring grace and peace to their souls.

He asked the priests who were following him to leave and walked alone into the wasteland of the nameless planet. His prayers had no origin, and every word came from the true feelings in his heart.

"May your glory after death be greater than your glory in life," he said, letting the words flow naturally from his mouth rather than trying to compose a perfect long prayer. His will directs the flow of the prayer, while the pain of mourning lurks in the subtext of the words, complementing the main text.

"May He witness all this, and take away again the glory He has bestowed upon you in His kindness. May you be lifted up to heaven, and may you live in everlasting joy."

He walked slowly, and gradually his original intention of coming to this land was no longer remembered.

He turned off the sound array and no longer listened to the coordinates of the Emperor's location told to him by the Word Bearers. Instead, he relied on his own heart to listen to the sounds sent to his ears and followed the path his feet led him.

"His kingdom is everlasting, and the holy people on high will enjoy it for everlasting generations...Be saved from the dust, from the world..."

Lorgar Aurelion raised his head, tears sliding quietly down the scriptures on his skin.

"Even if your bodies are scattered in the dust, in the air, in the blood and water, and even if nothing remains, you will still receive the grace of the soul. From the soul, the spiritual body is resurrected, dwells in His temple, and takes Him as The beauty of the fountain..."

He vaguely saw a person walking past in front of him. He seemed to be a soldier. There were shadows of bones in the armor, and there was a faint flame burning around the helmet. He blinked and the man passed.

Luojia stared blankly, his two hearts beating nervously for no reason. He then smiled softly, followed the footsteps of the soldiers, and continued to move forward.

"People often fall into miserable situations because of the sins they have committed, but He is still generous and willing to give them a lot of beauty. There is all kinds of beauty in the sky, the sea, and the earth. The sun, the moon, and the stars. All. be shared.”

The surrounding world seems to be divided into two layers. The first layer is the original layer, which is full of miserable skeletons and the sleeping dead. The second layer is very bright, and the dazzling sunlight falls from the blue sky to the thick earth, as if a brand new, real country is covering the old world.

He looked around, and at his feet, some small golden and crimson flowers bloomed, blooming from the bones of the secular world to the grasslands of the second higher world. Their color and fragrance are rare in the world.

"You shall be praised and beautiful," said Lorgar Aurelion, smiling, his violet eyes softening, "with birds in flight, trees in abundance, and bees, all things ever peaceful, It’s all yours too.”

He went on until ahead he heard a sound like a trumpet, and pure light, burning brightly like molten gold.

He was there, wearing a black robe, and his skin was very dark, but his eyes were like bright flames, and his face was like the light of the scorching sun. The brightness surpassed a million things in the world, and the beauty was far away. The land surpassed anything Lorgar had ever seen.

As soon as Lorgar saw Him, he fell at His feet and could not utter a word. His tears kept flowing out, and before they fell to the ground, they were evaporated by the blazing temperature of the light.

From his body, Luojia felt a faint anger, and the coldness suddenly penetrated Luojia's heart, causing the water flowing from the source of faith in his heart to be painfully dried up in an instant. He felt as if he were dying, aching with His wrath.

He thought that if he died at His feet today, it would save Him from punishing Him with anger, which would be much better than letting Him continue to be angry.

However, He leaned down and placed his hands on His smooth head, covering the golden scriptures.

"Arise," He said.

"Where is this?" Luojia asked tremblingly, standing up obediently.

He did not answer. On the contrary, He turned into a golden shadow and went into this world. And the edge of the world was also lit with fire in the distance, but there was no burning damage, only the world became brighter.

Then, Lorgar continued to walk forward, his steps light with supreme joy. His faith began to flow again.

After a while, he saw some Space Marines again, appearing in twos and threes, with the same bright ring of fire burning around their bodies. They seemed to have not adapted to the sudden return of life, holding their helmets and wandering in the new and higher world.

Lorgar smiled at them, "The warriors who were killed are worthy of praise forever and ever."

One of the soldiers came up to meet him, looking a little surprised.

He was a man with a very pure face, his face dotted with scars and his eyes burning with fire. The ebony-black armor had scriptures written on it and was decorated with white skulls.

He was the son of Lorgar Aurelion.

"Ah, Mullistan," Luojia lowered his head and said, hugging the other man's neck where the slit had been made, and gently patted his left shoulder, "What's wrong?"

"father--"

Lorgar stopped his salutation and said, "Call me by my name, Hashem."

The Emperor's warrior hesitated for a moment, then whispered: "Lorgar Aurelion, have you seen them? My... companions?"

"Not yet," Lorgar said. "If they are already here, you will see them. If not yet, they will come in the future. There will be no problems."

Then they moved forward together, Lorgar taking Hashem with him.

Soon more of the former warriors followed Lorgar Aurelion. They wore black veil-like armor. The armor of each one was lit by fire, although it was cold, it was very bright, and the smoke slowly formed a mist like morning dewdrops.

The terrain has also undergone some changes. Some places are still mountains and green grasslands, while some places look like places that once existed in the real universe.

Luojia saw a desert, with some tents propped up in the sand, and the outline of the city in the distance. Colchis was also in this world, almost identical to the real Colchis, but more perfect and seemed more distant, like a more impeccable imprint.

Some places - he remembered that the good scenery that had to be destroyed in the war he launched in his early years has also been revived in this world today. Everything is so the same, yet so different.

In other words, maybe this world is the real, higher world, and what they usually call the present world is just a mundane dream of the people in heaven. Today, these warriors are simply awake.

They met some new warriors behind a hill. One of the warriors jumped up lively, as if he couldn't wait, rushed to Hashem's side, and grabbed Hashem's unexpected hand. Even the fire in his eyes burned more vividly than others.

"Hashem!" the warrior shouted excitedly, and then said hello to the others: "Hello everyone, I am Jack, I used to be a Luna Wolf. Hello, Primarch - you see the ones with very long names? Gerry-Grice?"

"Not yet, I think," said Lorgar. "If he is a man worthy of coming, he will come sooner or later."

"That must be a good day," Jack said. "I must mispronounce his name again, in front of him. Hopefully by then, he will still remember who I am."

He glanced behind Lorgar, saw the tall buildings and the dark sewers of the hive, and cheered happily: "That's my Corsonia!"

"That is not yours," Lorgar advised gently, "it is His, warrior. Do you know who you are?"

"We..." Jack thought for a moment, recalling the unfamiliar name. That word seemed to be imprinted on his memory early on.

"Soulbound? No, no, it's the Damned," he said. "We are The Damned."

"Okay." Luojia said.

Everyone continues to move forward, the world is still expanding, some green mountains and clear waters belong to the rumored Olympia at first glance, and those large dark jungles are probably Leon El'Jonson's Caliban. The soldiers enjoyed everything about this mystery with great interest.

Sometimes, the emerald green valley directly connects to a stretch of desert yellow sand that lasts for a long time. Sometimes, the wide clear water inland lake reflects the reflection of tents with weather detection flags hanging on the highlands of Terra's surface wilderness. Fantasy scenes came one after another, so much so that even the firm will of the Astartes could not help but sometimes look around, and even ran a few steps to take down a Book of Colchis from the green olive tree. The parchment scroll comes.

The world seemed to have been rolled up entirely, forming a long unstretched parchment scroll, and then rolled out again, revealing a world that was far more wonderful and meaningful than any real universe.

It's as if this is the end of time. The mountains, cities, sandy plains, and forests have all left their original places in the real world and been placed one by one where they really should be. Only after the end of the false world outside will all the people recorded on the roster be allowed to pass through the narrow door and return to the real world here.

Ahead was a city, and outside the city stood a uniform row of warriors, facing the city. Although they are all covered in black armor and have some death-related marks on their bodies, if you think about it casually, you know that these must be the Iron Warriors.

"Kroger?" The soldier named Jack ran out energetically and stared at the faces of the soldiers in the queue one by one. "Oh, why are you here!"

"You're a little noisy," Kroger said bluntly. "This city is Lokos. The capital of Olympia."

"What's going on with you! How can you even move your family here too!"

"Is there a problem?" Kroger may have used up all the coldness in his life - the next life - whatever - in these words, because the next moment, he snorted coldly, strode into the sky, and joined Jack in the curse. The large army that bound the soldiers advanced.

Luojia looked at everything in front of him with joy and satisfaction, as if a beam of light was lit in his heart.

The world ahead began to rise, like a slope that extended endlessly upwards, lifting mountains, water, and trees all up to a dome that reached infinity. They moved up the slope without being pulled by gravity. The scenery beneath my feet recedes, sometimes it is a lake being traversed by water, sometimes it is the tops of green trees. The eagle flies high in the sky, as if it is going to fly through the white clouds.

Gradually, they no longer recognize the world beneath their feet. This seems to be a unique planet. There are also sandy plains, but the fortress is shining with the luster of silver and gold. The aircraft shuttles in the high sky around the fortress, and the brilliance of the metal on its wings is very dazzling.

And over the yellow sand in this area, there are countless silver angel colossi hovering.

The intelligence they once had seems to have disappeared, or has been completely re-melted, removing the memory of their redeemed sins, experiencing the punishment of fire, smoke and brimstone, and roasting in bottomless pits. They were admitted to this new world and were trapped in that silver body forever, performing their eternal pure service.

In the center of the yellow sand, Luojia saw a person he didn't recognize, staring blankly up at the silver angel in the sky.

He was wearing a traveler's tan robe, with a sword wrapped in cloth around his waist, and a pair of bone wings spread out like leaf veins on his back.

The outline of the face seemed somewhat similar to Leon's, but softer. He looked tired, yet peaceful.

"Who are you?" Luojia asked.

The man came to his senses.

"I..." He shook his head and accepted Aurelion's hug awkwardly, "I don't have a name. Just call me the Resurrection Angel."

"Let's go." Luojia smiled.

The giant silver angel statue hovering in the sky also followed the team. Everyone continued to move forward, their team was very strong, perhaps thousands, perhaps tens of thousands, countless warriors advancing silently.

The worlds began to nest inside each other. There was Cosonia in Olympia, and there was Caliban in Cosonia. Within Caliban was the unknown world of the resurrected angel, and within it was Colchis, and then Caliban. ...It is endless, and the farther they go, the wider the world becomes and the brighter the light, as if everything is eternal in endless light.

Finally, Lorgar Aurelion saw Him once more, standing at the end of the world, where all light converged. A shadow of a dragon-like thing coiled behind Him, like a mosaic icon painting background, with each scale emitting colorful light.

Horus Luperkar and Leon El'Jonson stood on His left and right, rarely appearing small.

"Angel of the Resurrection," He spoke, with a golden crown on his head and a flaming sword in his hand. Thunder thundered mercilessly in His words, "Come here."

The resurrected angel walked toward Him and knelt in the clouds at His feet.

He raised his sword and pressed it on the head of the resurrected angel. As a result, the resurrected angel's body also ignited a layer of light golden fire.

He lowered his head, and the tan traveler's robe on his body was burned white by the flames, turning into a fine linen garment, with a golden belt hanging around his waist.

"And you," He continued, His majesty cannot be questioned. "leave here."

His light shines outward, covering everything that exists in the kingdom of space.

Then, Lorgar Aurelion woke up.

His head ached slightly, and he felt a hollow sense of loss, as if he had lost a memory that made him extremely happy and moved.

On his left lay Horus Luperkar, and on his right Leon El'Jonson.

Lorgar blinked, feeling a strong sense of brilliance in his heart, and he would never know the reason for this holy glory.

Everything he had seen before, the thousands of wonders he had witnessed with his own eyes, everything connected with Ran Dan, the buried truth, the lost blood relatives, and the ending and whereabouts of the deceased...

He no longer remembers them.