Warhammer 40: Shattered Steel Soul

Chapter 335 Really woke up
The smell of sand and dust is close in front of you, and the gravel scrapes across the face that looks like a snow-white stone sculpture, leaving behind a touch of hot noon. Listen quietly to the sound of the earth beneath the sand. A quiet and long humming sticks to your ears touching the ground, reaching your mind, bringing you the unique soothing feeling of hot sand.

Only by acquiring the ability to prevent rapid decay under radiation can one truly enjoy the blessings brought by Baal's temperature.

Sanguinius opened his eyes, put his hands on the ground, climbed up from the sand on the ground, pulled his clothes, and flicked his wings behind his back to get rid of the sand all over his body.

He smelled the familiar scent of Parvado in the air, and then he was sure that this place was indeed located in reality, rather than a nested fantasy.

The angel shook his head, laughed, stretched his arms, then turned to his side, hooked the tips of his wings downwards, and turned over Conrad Coze, who was also lying on the ground.

There was a burst of voices in the air. "When I contacted Magnus, Rogal Dorn happened to be trying out the Narni Court branch on the Phalanx."

Mors appeared from the air that was fluctuating due to the heat, and fell beside Sanguinius. He still held the Emperor Tarot in his hand, using it as a miniature fan to fan the wind casually.

The man in black robe said: "Yes, the Lord of the Imperial Fist has been watching your performance."

"Is this really reality?" Sanguinius asked, even as Baal's scent convinced him. "Is it another level of dream space?"

"To be precise, the Court of Narni is not a dream. But if we want to discuss this in depth, you can call Magnus out first and discuss the definition of dreams with him."

"I dare not speak out." Morse did not answer directly. This was an answer.

Besides, he had already taken the time to take a brief look at the body of the Cheorwon that Perturabo had thrown away, to confirm that everything was normal.

"Why didn't you take care of Perturabo?" Conrad sneered coldly in response to Morse's smile. "Let him fight the rats there?"

Konrad Curze awoke from his supine state and whispered a curse familiar to Sanguinius, even if Sanguinius still had no idea what it meant.

"Where is the Emperor?" came a low and hoarse voice, accompanied by the sound of gravel sliding.

"No, Perturabo is really in the Satradar Abyss. The last letter I sent has not even received a response."

"There are no more," Morse affirmed.

Sanguinius had to nervously review the entire dream, speculating on who the Emperor's incarnation was, and whether he had behaved inappropriately in front of anyone.

He exhaled, forcing himself to relax his worries. After all, in the first level of dreamland, he didn't even have wings, he was completely pure human.

Mors shook the Magician's Tarot Card in his hand, and Sanguinius saw the red-haired Magician on the card again. I'm afraid this is the real key compared to the cryptex in the dream on the second floor.

"Okay, Morse. But how many people were watching just now?" Angel asked helplessly, spreading his hands.

So, does Perturabo also have a corresponding Tarot?
"And we must build a double-layered hyper-reality space so that we can directly access the repeater without borrowing the facilities of Narni Court." Morse explained the principle a little, "A virtual environment must exist for importing "Underlying configuration."

The angel hesitated for a moment: "Isn't Perturabo also here?"

"He didn't take the initiative to ask me to go. I don't think it's a good thing to interfere." Morse shrugged. "How can there be no death in war?"

But Morse understood the meaning of that sentence, raised his eyebrows with a little surprise, and then laughed silently.

The emperor didn't come to the door immediately because he had no objection to him and the current Baal triple celestial sphere.

At least at the moment he went to observe, the entire fleet was still in a tense but well-functioning state of war dispatch. The advance team and infiltrators were still delivering pre-war intelligence research one after another to the battle command room, in order to finally achieve the goal. Make good use of the Iron Warriors' information-gathering and fleet-heavy firepower legion characteristics.

Every Iron Warrior under Perturabo is a master of firepower scheduling and macro-control of the battlefield. The higher the military rank, the more so.

"It seems that you can't wait for the infrastructure construction projects that the Iron Warriors are eager to distribute to everyone," Curze chuckled softly, "What a pity, Archangel, just like the place where I first set foot is also because of its special The... innate architectural features are the same as the theater, road and bathhouse combination gift package sent by our dear Perturabo brothers. "Didn't you sign a pile of gold mining cooperation with the Olympia Star Cluster during the Olympia Games?" Agreement?" Morse broke through Conrad Coates's fake complaint, "And do you allow others to touch your city?"

Curze shrugged boredly.

"Where are we going now?" Sanguinius kept the strange word "bathhouse" in his heart and looked up at a few black spots floating in the sky.

They were located under the air fleet stationed by Konrad Coze on Bastar, and several small airships could be vaguely seen orbiting the ship-shaped vehicle, like broken dark stars surrounding a dim star.

Every time he saw them, Sanguinius couldn't help but lament Conrad Curze's peculiar style that was incompatible with the light of Baal.

"I don't know, I've already sent a meeting gift." Morse said easily. His original purpose of coming here was to see if Conrad and Sanguinius would fight. The results he got were regrettable.

"Is there anything else you would like to do, or wish the Empire to do for you, Sanguinius?" Curze asked. "With Baal, or with anything else. If not, I will return to the ship to receive the moon that the courtiers have given me. Pay it forward. Call me again when you dream of more fragments of the future."

"Hmm..." Sanguinius thought for a moment and was speechless.

Morse observed the angel's expression for a while. His own expression remained unchanged, and he easily came to a conclusion: "A common phenomenon."

"What?" Sanguinius felt the sensory reminder from the feathers, stood on the other side of the two people, spread his wings, and blocked the sudden burst of sand and dust.

"Same as Conrad," Morse continued.

"How dare I compare with the great Blood Angel of Baal?" Conrad replied immediately.

Sanguinius retracted the wings that blocked Conrad's half of the wind and sand, letting the sand and dust rush towards the Blood Marquis. "How dare I compare with the great Midnight Angel?" he said with a soft smile. "So, what do you mean, friends of the Emperor?"

"You don't want the empire to interfere in your territory, so you are hesitating here," Mors said, throwing a rune behind the angel to better block the interference of the wind and sand. "You are not Mortarion, so you will not He also thinks that improving the local climate will affect the resilience of the local people, right?”

Although when Mors learned about this from Malcador, he deeply felt that the reason why Mortarion said that was that the Mechanicus was eager to transform Barbarus into the style of the Forge World, so that the newly returned original The body was greatly repulsed, so he found an excuse that seemed almost manageable.

"Of course, this is not only closely related to the evil deeds of the empire itself, but also to your local problems." Morse continued, "Genes and religion, mutant genes and black descendants, pure-blood faith and reverence for the Muses... Of course, if I make any mistakes, you might as well correct me directly. After all, I’m just an idle person.”

"My city is good." Konrad Curze snorted. "I took my role from the Black Descendants, and this is my due."

"But our amorous and unhappy angel seems reluctant to play his role." He glanced at Sanguinius.

Sanguinius smiled, a soft light shining in his eyes.

"You can't take every complaint I make seriously. I just..." He thought for a moment, "I like to complain a little more than you think. I'm just an angel with a little complaint. Between faith and despair, I Rather they choose the former.

"This is the basic principle of the operation of imperial truth." Morse commented calmly, "Don't you, like the Emperor, be full of longing and hope for a distant future where religion has disappeared from human history? ?”

"There will be a fire there," Sanguinius smiled, spreading his wings, "a tiny ember, swaying in the wind, needing to be tended."

"Fate has revealed to me more than a spark of kindness, Sanguinius," Conrad Curze said cryptically. "What do you think?"

"You are the one who told me not to care about my fate right from the beginning, Conrad. Now I really want to provide you with a ride and take you back to your sky fleet regardless of any previous suspicion." Gilles said kindly, "Of course, in addition, I mean, if someone plans to improve the ecological environment of Baal for me for free, I will definitely not refuse."

He paused for a moment. "But it was a really good day, maybe one of the best days I've had so far."

(End of this chapter)