40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 143 5. The Emperor and His Sons (End)

The pen is sharper than the blade - Robert Guilliman knew this saying long ago, and now he has a new appreciation for it.

Speech, writing, and all possible carriers of 'communication' will to some extent be a hundred times sharper than the blade, as long as you know how to hurt the person you are talking to.

He had just seen Conrad Koz's outstanding ability in this area, and was greatly surprised.In his memory and feelings, there is only one person who may have influenced this aspect.

And Khalil Rohars is obviously not a person who can use words to destroy others.

That is to say, this is some kind of talent of Conrad Koz himself?

Guilliman dropped the speculation, followed in the footsteps of his father and brother, and walked into a room.

There are countless rooms on the Emperor Mirage, but this one is special and visible to the naked eye.It doesn't have any gold in it, just pure gray.Not the gray of building materials, but a dead gray.

There are no seats, no tables, the room is silent, and the cold frost spreads on the ground.And one of the things that surprised Robert Guilliman the most was that there was already another person waiting here.

A pale giant.

Conrad Curz opened his mouth in surprise, he was speaking, there was no doubt about it, however, no sound came out.

He frowned suspiciously, so did Guilliman, and Angron narrowed his eyes—they both had a fair amount of doubt about the situation until the voice of the Lord of Humanity sounded behind them.

"Next, you don't need to speak up." He said slowly. "Silence is enough, your thoughts will be presented to me and him in your minds in a way that is different from words. This communication method will not improve efficiency, but it is necessary if we are going to talk about the next thing .”

Angron felt a chill from a gust of icy wind, and it took him half a second to realize that it wasn't some natural phenomenon, but that Khalil Rohals was speaking.

"Because the next thing we're going to talk about is the Warp."

He raised his right hand.

The long, strong, callused fingers slowly pressed against the palm - Konrad Koz captured this detail.

He realized at this moment that Khalil Rohars' 'self-healing' might actually be different from what they imagined, because he saw a bloody tattoo on that wrist.

A man whose flesh has been burned to the ground will grow new flesh after recovery, and what is that?
He looked seriously at Khalil, who sensed his gaze, but did not respond, but slowly clenched his fingers like a knife.

After a short exertion, there was a flash of cold light—it was definitely not a shadow created by a weapon, Robert Guilliman was very sure of this, he didn't see any weapon in Khalil's hand, but it was There is a sense of extreme sharpness slowly approaching from the air.

Immediately afterwards, the frost began to spread rapidly. Following someone's will, they spread from the ground to the entire room, completely freezing it.

Then, the Lord of Humanity also raised his right hand.He slowly pressed against the wall, and just like that, the dead gray and white began to change, and the golden light danced, as if flames began to appear within the frost.

"But definitely not in the Warp," said the Emperor gravely. "There is still not much we can reveal, because they are poisonous, and even you can't bear too much. But, within the limits of permission, we will tell everything."

He looked at them—a look that was terribly heavy, and the shoulders of the Primarchs began to sink involuntarily like the weight of the porter's load.

Angron frowned, muscles agitated, and began to resist.Robert Guilliman forced himself to ignore the pain with his rationality, and insisted on gritting his teeth.Conrad Curz changed his posture silently, stretched his back, and slowly adapted to it.

Then, the Lord of Humanity spoke slowly: "Who is the first to ask?"

I come.

Robert Guilliman spoke in his heart.He could hear his own voice—not the silent voice he used to talk to himself in his head, but the real thing, his own voice.

And he knew very well that he hadn't spoken.

"What do you want to ask, Robert?"

Imperial truth, father, I want to know its truth.

I trust you, I know you will not design and promote it for no reason, but it is obviously a lie, Conrad and Angron will agree with me, we have seen too many things that the truth of the empire cannot explain .

"Good question." The Emperor nodded at him, his expression still serious.He was silent for a while, and then he spoke. Guilliman still persisted in the pain, his rationality was not damaged, but a trance scene suddenly appeared in front of him.

He actually saw a cracked abyss.

"There are many regulations and discourses in the truth of the empire. For example, rationality, such as atheism, and such as requiring people to learn a scientific worldview, and use it to analyze the world in front of them. Put an end to superstition, and reject irrational so-called supernatural phenomena."

"I wish there would no longer be any so-called wizarding practices, afterlife fantasies, psychic studies, or primitive god-worship within the confines of the Empire. But, yes, that's a lie, Robert Guilliman."

"It's a colossal lie, devised and enforced by me, which will eventually be discovered by humanity itself, but then it will no longer be needed. You can call it a lie, Robert, and it is. "

"However, everything has two sides. It is both a lie and a shield. It is a false but true shield that can protect the soul of all people in some aspects."

Guilliman was silent for a long time.

Father.

"I'm here, Robert."

What happened to Naroja?He sees you as a god.

"He was the exception, the most glaring hole in my lies. I put up with him because he was my son, and he himself had been completely overshadowed by the power of religion. He couldn't see the truth and what people wanted stuff, but he has a good nature, so I hope he can come out of this on his own."

You say protection, who does Imperial Truth protect?
"Humanity."

their souls?
"Yes."

If protection is needed, that means there are enemies. Those enemies—where do they come from?
The Emperor watched his son calmly, and just staring began to make Robert Guilliman gasp.

His mind was calling the shots, screaming at him to stop, to stop listening.In all fairness, the Emperor had nothing to hide this time. He explained Guilliman's question patiently and meticulously, but it was this detail that made him feel overwhelmed.

The pain of gritting his teeth and persisting is spreading until it becomes a monstrous wave that crosses the dam of his reason.It jumped up, then fell hard.

Guilliman opened his mouth, his pupils dilated, and the pain overcame his rationality.

"You cannot yet bear the truth, Robert," the Emperor sighed.

Taking two steps forward, he caught Guilliman before he fell to the ground.The golden light gathered, and a chair appeared just like that, which later became a temporary leaning for Robert Guilliman.

Angron looked back silently, his vision was blurred at the moment, the blood spread and dripped down the dark red lines on his face, and smashed into pieces on the frost.

As he fought the shock of the truth, the veins popped on his forehead, as did his neck.The nail kept rising and falling in his mind, and the two kinds of pain superimposed together made the gladiator smile involuntarily.

"Next, who's coming?" the Emperor asked curtly.

I come.Angron said.

The emperor looked at him, and there were deep lines between his brows, like a log chopped by a lumberjack, and deep cracks appeared between his brows.Angron felt a pure concern, not faked at all.

Don't worry about me.The gladiator answered, panting.It's still holding up, and besides, I don't have many problems.

"Then ask." The father who has not yet been recognized replied, there was no pity in his voice.

And that's enough.

Angron smiled, the scarlet between his lips and teeth was extremely frightening.

Who killed them?

"A monster," said the Emperor. "The monster that hides in the dark, eats blood and life to sustain eternal war. He is the blade, armor, battle, death. He is the warrior's roar and desire for victory. He is also the symbol of honor but he is evil. .”

I know.

The gladiator panted silently, with his head drooping, but his back kept straight.He smiled cruelly, his face twisted, but his light blue eyes were never covered by bloodshot eyes.

Can he be killed?
"Not now," the Emperor replied gravely.

So, can it be done in the future?

"Maybe one day."

it is good.

Angron relaxed silently, no longer resisting the pain, and just passed out like that.

Konrad Curz was the first to support him. Robert Guilliman's fall was unexpected to him, but this time, Curz was prepared and he would not just watch his brother Falling down but doing nothing.

However, even though he supported Angron, he himself felt short of breath because of the change in posture.The golden light flickered again, and another chair appeared, and the Nucerian sat on it, blood flowing freely on his face.

The Emperor looked at him, reached out and wiped away the blood, and gave the nails another look with disgust.They entangled Angron so deeply that it might still be physically possible to remove them, but the gladiator himself was unwilling.

They were symbols of his past, and they were another cord of triumph—so Angron had told his father that day in a private conversation.

"It's just you, Conrad," said the Emperor slowly. "And what do you want to ask?"

Conrad Coates looked to his father - and his other father.

Then, he shook his head.

I've got my answer.He said.I don't have any questions to ask.

　One more chapter.

　　My hand hurts a bit, I wrote it slowly, sorry, please ask for a ticket by the way.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)