Emperor's Bane

Chapter 6 Dawn Redemption ([-])

Whenever he looks at Carena from the highest point, Ahriman can always recall his hometown.

No, not Holy Terra, although he was indeed born there.

Although Ahriman is also nostalgic for the rolling hills, dry deserts and warm river valleys of the Achaemenid region, as well as the solitary copies sleeping in the ancient masonry urns, but like all the veterans of the Thousand Sons, seeing them Hometown of Gene Father: From the moment Prospero begins, Ahriman regards this lonely Garden of Eden as his new homeland.

In Ahriman's view, Prospero is the most beautiful place in the entire galaxy, especially the soul of that world: [City of Light] Tizca, where countless wise men including Magnus himself gathered together. Efforts, it is the center of wisdom and art, the aesthetic embodiment of order and senses, and it is a wonderful paradise for knowledge seekers built by black coast and white marble.

In Carena, Ahriman can vaguely see the shadow of his hometown. The history of this city can be traced back to the most glorious golden age of mankind. Its huge, elegant and harmonious structure symbolizes the civilization and the future at that time. Unlimited confidence and reverie.

"What are you looking at, Ahriman?"

A heavy voice came, interrupting the son of Magnus who was immersed in his own world.

The person who came was a rough piece of steel, he was wrapped in a solid MKⅢ power armor, covered with simple yellow and black stripes, indicating that he was a person who was loyal to Perturabo, the lord of Olympia. warrior.

Ahriman could smell the smell of those who came, it was a mixture of many stench: including the salty sea breeze, the shouts of refugees, the clamor of war, the stench of blood and tears, and the panic that the whole city was full of at this time .

"I am watching the city, Phryx."

Ahriman tried to sound as respectful and normal as possible.

"I think we should act. This city and its countless mortals are in a dangerous situation. Their hearts are full of fear and unknown. My soldiers tell me that hundreds of mortals leave without permission every day. Safe area, return to the dangerous wilderness."

The repeated words of Company Commander Thousand Sons made Frykes nod his head unstoppably, and his eyes kept shuttling through the crowd at his feet like the most sophisticated machine, and there was a kind of unease and resistance in it that made Ahriman feel uneasy and resisted. mood.

"You're right, we should have moved them faster, they're just too slow."

Accompanied by Phryx's words, hundreds of Iron Warriors are continuously coming out of the landing pod. They form a torrent of yellow and black, and two soldiers will stop every 100 meters to take over those A place where the Thousand Sons Warriors are powerless to rule.

The joy of a strong army coming to help stayed in Ahriman's heart for less than a minute, because he soon discovered that with those god-like steel warriors standing by the roadside, the riots among the evacuated people seemed to increase rather than decrease.

These sons of Perturabo had obviously never performed similar missions: whether it was the blood-stained armor or the muzzle of the gun that was not suppressed, it was enough to make the most calm citizens of the empire whisper.

"I heard that a cult called the Sons of Sitan is obstructing our evacuation?"

Facing Phryx's question, Ahriman just nodded.

"Yes, they have extraordinary influence in this world, especially the occurrence of a series of disasters has made their power grow very rapidly. Every day, people are bewitched by them to go to the disaster area to find carnival and so-called grace."

"Then why not clear them?"

"Because objective conditions do not allow."

This answer made Iron Warriors sneer.

"Don't tell me it's difficult, soldiers of the No.15 Legion, we can definitely pick out all the suspects and check them one by one, and even go one step further, giving priority to technicians and young labor, and then women of the right age Children, and then others."

"Sorting it this way, we can move everyone away in batches very quickly instead of wasting time like we are doing now."

"They are the people of the empire, not livestock, Phryx. Your methods will only cause resistance, misunderstanding and human tragedy."

Ahriman resisted the urge to scold. Of course he knew that the sons of Perturabo did not have much patience when dealing with mortals. They always took it for granted that everyone would bow before numbers and efficiency, or thought that through things like whipping mortals You can do anything with classes.

Rough guy.

This answer obviously did not satisfy Flix, but just when he wanted to further escalate the debate, a commotion visible to the naked eye suddenly exploded in the crowd.

The two company commanders glanced at each other, and they jumped off the hill they were on at the same time, squeezed away the gradually panicked crowd, and rushed towards the rioting place, while in other places, countless legion soldiers were also there doing the same thing.

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"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! My fellow citizens!"

"Glory! Carnival! We are the blessed ones! God's chosen ones! And now, we will ascend! We will merge with the great Lord of Storms! It is now!"

"Sons of Sitan, I implore you, my people! In the remotest past we lost a chance, lost the favor of the gods! But the Lord of Storms is merciful! He has given us his miracle again, he has given Our chance with him!"

"My fellow citizens, I implore you! I implore you, look up to the sky! Rejoice! Rejoice! For this storm is the revelation of His coming!"

When Ahriman arrived, the fanatical preaching had already been going on for a while, and the company commander of Thousand Sons couldn't help frowning, because he noticed an inexplicable fanaticism exuding from the crowd around him.

But this is not difficult to solve. Seeing Ahriman's two fingers slowly closed, the crazy preacher involuntarily clenched his throat. He seemed to be suddenly unable to breathe, and fell backwards. On the high platform, there was only the sound of flesh being smashed to pieces.

"Is the matter resolved?"

Flix's voice came from the communicator, and Ahriman answered him with unprecedented solemnity.

"No, it's worse."

Company Commander Thousand Sons was very sure that the spiritual power he had just limited was not enough to kill this person, it would only make him kneel down due to a slight lack of oxygen—and the scene in front of him was like a premeditated sacrifice .

Yes, sacrifice.

Almost as soon as the Preacher fell, Phryx could hear hoarse shouts from the crowd, from all around him.

"murder!"

"These lackeys of the evil god! They want to plunder our divine grace!"

"Kill them! In the name of the Storm Lord!"

Shouts like these quickly appeared in patches, and the Iron Warriors were astonished to find that the quiet people seemed to have suddenly turned into another kind of creature: they took off their coats to avoid the cold, revealing the ochre-colored golden snakes carved inside. The robe, that is the symbol of the son of Sitan.

Longswords, axes, automatic guns and even stump guns began to appear at their fingertips, shooting mercilessly at everyone, Astartes and panicked populace.

When Frykes saw those several-year-old children and even pregnant women screaming and raising their weapons, his surprise finally turned into a roar in the communicator.

"What the hell is going on here?"

What answered him was Ahriman's bitter laughter. The power of the Thousand Sons was surging wildly, and they were doing their best to build an invisible protective shield for each fleeing resident.

"Remember what we discussed earlier, Phryx, as I said..."

"The objective conditions do not allow."

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Not even the Astartes could stop the flow of blood.

Screams filled the streets, as the sons of Sitan's blades and bullets came from every sinful corner, slaughtering everyone recklessly, hundreds of people fell in the first minute of the attack.

Dozens of Astartes were engulfed in the frenzy of tens of thousands of people. The murderer and the victim were fighting with each other in front of them. Even the most experienced fighters did not dare to open fire casually at this time. Ahriman and Phryx is guarding the most chaotic place like a tower. Whenever one of their explosive bombs is launched with indicators and intuition, they will harvest the lives of three or five cultists, and then witness these crazy opponents Kill more people with indiscriminate attacks.

"It can't go on like this."

Phryx's bolter tore through yet another masked killer, and then he saw a rocket launcher aimed at him.

Grass!
The Iron Warrior mustered up his courage. With Phryx's low roar, his huge shoulder armor successfully pushed away the deadly god of death, and Ahriman's shield opened at the most ingenious moment, from The storm of shrapnel saved the Iron Warrior and the hundreds of mortals behind him.

Before the assailants could scream in frustration, they were torn to pieces by the violent counterattack, and the scorching flames from the muzzles of the Astartes continued to burn the guilty hearts to ashes.

Just after Phryx had made sure that the rocket launcher posed no further threat, he heard a burst of laughter - and the Iron Warriors quickly confirmed that it was not laughter, but a whisper, a wave , a surge in the spiritual realm that he couldn't explain.

Ahriman's sigh came to his ears, which was a kind of relief that the reinforcements had arrived.

Accompanied by this sigh, a wonderful picture scroll was suddenly unfolded in front of Flix's eyes: he saw those knives, guns and sticks suddenly fell to the ground, and their masters also lost their manic soul in an instant. The expressions on each face had already frozen, as if a calm god was deliberately shaping them into a calm appearance.

Afterwards, the hands of these sons of Xitan slowly fell, and blue light floated around them, all of them lowered their heads, as if their souls had been sucked out, and they just stood there, letting the survivors pass by their sides They all fled.

Phriks was still in astonishment, but Ahriman made a gesture to his subordinates, and those Thousand Sons who had previously formed a human wall to separate the safe zone from the Iron Warriors stepped forward one after another, and they smashed it without hesitation. the head of every son of Sitan.

Just when all this was happening, the Stormbird finally stopped at the very center of the street. The Son of Perturabo saw a slender and tall woman walking out of it, surrounded by blue shine.

Accompanying this scene, a ridiculous idea began to appear in Phryx's mind, until he saw Ahriman talking with the visitor with respect, until the introduction of the Thousand Sons reached his ears.

"This is Ms. Morgan, the Legion's senior advisor."

[I don't remember that I have this title. 】

This is a man of few words, Phryx thought, looking at her face.

"Believe me, Morgan, just now, you just saved thousands of people in the empire. Any hero who does such a thing is fully worthy of such an honor. Everyone present will testify for you, including Phryx."

The Iron Warrior just nodded blankly, and his inquiry was quietly transmitted to Ahriman through the communicator.

"How did she do it, or rather, what did she do?"

"It's nothing complicated. First of all, you need to accurately predict each of the sons of Sitan at an altitude of several thousand meters, and then use the power of psionic power to control their mind and body until the bombs from the ground troops penetrate their heads. That's it. .”

"Sounds easy...can you do it?"

"..."

"Everyone has their own strengths. Ms. Morgan is a master of mind control. If it wasn't for her gender, she would have been a thousand sons."

Flix's steel-cast face twitched from time to time, and he still couldn't properly accept everything in front of him.

"A mortal who may be stronger than us, you accept so calmly?"

Facing the Iron Warrior's question, Ahriman just let out a haughty laugh.

"This is the magic of psionic power and subspace...Of course you won't understand."

Phryx's breathing continued to be hoarse with suspicion, and when the silver-haired lady walked away slowly, Ahriman patted him on the shoulder.

"It's okay, Phryx, I know how you feel, but you don't have to—fear her."

"You know, I'm her guarantor."

"It's okay if you're really upset. We're about to meet the Primarch, and you can go with us. Believe me, you'll like her."

"Even your primarch."

Flix narrowed his eyes, and he felt something was wrong. The arrogant and reserved Ahriman seemed to be too optimistic about this mortal, as if he had been bewitched.

bewitched...

As soon as the word appeared, Flix laughed at himself and threw his head out. He opened his mouth, but in the end he still didn't express any doubts.

　The Dawn Star incident was written by the Black Library, and it was excerpted from the book The Lord of Prospero, and there is a translation of it on station b.

　　Therefore, whether it is the joint disaster relief of the two legions, or the restrained Astartes, or even the Perturabo who appeared later with a personality that is not quite right, they were all written by GW themselves. Maybe at this time they happened to That's it~

　　
　
(End of this chapter)