Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 325 314. Doubt?Enlightenment!
【Meditation Room】

The corpses were staring at them in horror, exuding a scorching stench. They were nailed to the ground by countless spikes, maintaining a miserable kneeling posture. Two long, straight black spears pierced through the flesh and blood, but only a slight drop of hair dripped from the ground. Mixed tar.

Angertai slowed down his breathing without a trace, and at the same time pulled the Cyrene in front of him to the clean road, and the lady looked back at him suspiciously.

Angertai coughed,
"My father?"

He looked at the back of the one sitting crookedly in front of the desk in the back of the room, surrounded by flames and corpses, the Primarch turned his back to them, naked to the waist, the burnt iron left traces on his back, originally inscribed on the back of Lorgar The golden inscriptions are covered in bloody wounds.

None of this seemed quite right, Angletai moved forward and held Cyrene's hand, cautiously waiting for the Primarch's reaction——

If Lorgar was furious, then he would at least help Cyrene intercept the primarch's wrath, since he had, after all, acquiesced in the lady's disrespectful behavior.

Unexpectedly, Lorgar's voice was unusually calm.

[If you are here to persuade me to cheer up, then you can leave. 】

"My father, I found a mortal who saw the perfect city burn and survived - you may be able to meet her."

Lorgar's writing hand stopped, and the Primarch straightened up, his tone seemed a little joking,
【I'm still wondering why you brought a mortal lady here, Angletai. 】

Luo Jia...it sounds weird, but it is not incomprehensible, so Angertai took a deep breath and continued to speak,
"Father, the Word Bearers are looking forward to your re-leading the Legion. We have been waiting for you for too long, and the Ultramarines are still urging us. We need your leadership."

He clearly saw that Lorgar's spine straightened instantly, the wound was torn open, and blood flowed out again.

Then Lorgar's soft voice sounded, but what he said made Angletai feel suffocated.

[Sorry, my heroic heir, I can't do it. 】

Angletai suddenly realized that they might have come too late—they didn't get there before something shattered, and now all they could see was a field of broken glass.

Luojia continued speaking, holding the quill in his hand needlessly, the white feathers soaked with blood.

[I claimed to be the truth, but spread wrong beliefs; I called myself a demigod, but reused traitors... I failed His trust, I was the only correct one among them, but I was the only one who hurt Him of. 】

Lorgar loosened and tightened his grip on the pen,
【He admitted, maybe I should have been ecstatic. The gods took off the veil himself, just to guide the lost shepherds, but I was so completely wrong. I was raised by a sinner who could never recover, and I made friends with a traitor who was full of lies——I failed him. 】

Lorgar's back bent again,
【I may not be suitable. 】

"grown ups,"

The gentle trembling voice of Cyrene resounded in the meditation room, as clear as the first bird song in the forest in the morning,

"He allows us to live because He knows that our faith can grow again, not die."

Lorgar was silent for a moment,
【What did he tell you?What did you see again, ma’am—]

[No, forgive me for being rude, what's your name, ma'am? 】

Angletai felt that it was in his own hands, and Cyrene's hand shook uncomfortably. It takes courage to have a dialogue with the Primarch.
"You can call me Cyrene, my lord. I was originally a native of the perfect city. During the few days when the blue giant landed, he pointed out the way for me. I followed his instructions and witnessed the perfect city. the burning of the city."

[Ms. Cyrene,]

Luo Jia said calmly, although his voice was hoarse to the extreme,
[How will you prove that what you experience is His will, not your over-stressed imagination-there will always be nonsense mortals who appear after the war. 】

【I have been bitten by a hissing poisonous snake, and I don't want to believe it anymore. 】

The Primarch mercilessly pointed out the mistake of standing here, and Angletai felt his cheeks burn.

The Primarch's doubts were correct, but when he saw Cyrene for the first time, he also trusted this lady very much, no... Angeltai suddenly remembered that Erebus, the former chief priest, had also Make him feel like this.

Angletai slowly realized that his impulsiveness seemed to have made a mistake.

Cyrene seemed to be afraid too, but she still spoke unwaveringly,

"My lord... If you question me, then I will say that I have witnessed things that I have never seen in the first half of my life. It is by no means a truth that my petty fantasy can touch, nor is it a god I have pieced together from past religions. Royal image."

Cyrene swallowed, as if remembering the event itself was painful for her,

"I saw..."

"I saw a darkness that was never described in any ancient book. It was a depression that would not appear in the deepest nightmare... The darkness is like... like the sea?"

"He appeared in front of me, not the Emperor, no, not him, but another existence...he...he was crying, crying in the dark, and his teardrops were emerald green."

Angeltai felt that his breathing had stagnated, and perhaps Luojia's breathing had also stopped. In the report given to them by the God Emperor and the Ultramarines, the Perfect City of Seven Days did not mention him.

And in the more distant past—the history of the empire, he did not appear.

But only the Word Bearers who were punished at that time truly and completely perceived His existence.

They may be the first to know, or maybe others know of His existence and have died.

The Word Bearers have been avoiding mentioning that existence. It is not pleasant to mention him. The criminals will not be happy to tell what the executioner is wearing today. They focus on the God Emperor. He may be the God Emperor's subordinate The executioner may be...another existence.

The Primarch turned his back to them all the time, and under the reflection of the blazing flames, the two bloodstains under Luojia's eyes were particularly obvious, as if reflecting golden brilliance.

【Have you seen... the Silent One? 】

The Primarch asked hesitantly. Cyrene was stunned by this question.
"The silent one?"

She spoke suspiciously,
"I thought... I thought, he told me that he was Hades."

Hades?

The word sent ripples through the hearts of the two Word Bearers present, and they seemed to return to that moonlit night.

Depressed, powerless, and unable to control themselves, the sea of ​​darkness slapped them, and their souls floated alone in the deep black sea.

Lorgar stared at Cyrene, his eyes blazing,

【Do you know any other... information about him?What is he? 】

Cyrene blinked her eyes in confusion, then shook her head,
"I...can't remember clearly, I just remember the sins in the truth he discovered, and he seemed to say something to me...but I...but I forgot."

The Primarch fell silent, then spoke again,
【He is preventing people from remembering him. 】

The primarch glanced wearily at the two corpses.

[If this is their will, then forget it. 】

Then there was silence, and the Primarch seemed unwilling to recall that silent and crazy night.

Cyrene mustered up her courage, realizing that her words had earned her enough trust.

"My lord, His true will is to hope that you and your legion will be the messengers of spreading the faith again. Culture and belief need to be reshaped."

Lorgar lowered his eyes, and he let go of the pen in his hand.

【Is this what He wants you to say to me? 】

asked the Primarch abruptly.

　No more, yes!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)