Chapter 537 The Hermit
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Lotan Star.

A world with beautiful mountains and clear waters and few people.

In the Antarctic region of the world, two tall explorers wearing black hooded robes trekked through the ice and snow.

The cold wind howled.

As the two explorers walked in waist-deep snow, every time they took a step forward, the footprints left by the previous step were covered by the wind and snow.

There is no scenery on the snowfield, and even traces will be wiped out by the wind and snow. Even if you observe the two explorers from a bird's-eye view, it is difficult to observe purely from a visual level that they are moving forward and standing still.

Fortunately, for two explorers with superhuman physique, trekking through Antarctica is not as difficult as climbing to the sky.

When the wind and snow stopped, the explorers came to a mountain pass and took off their hoods.

Kor Phaeron's slightly weathered but still handsome face was exposed to the wind and snow. The cold wind rushed into his lungs, causing him to cough a few times.

The Space Marine next to him also took off his hood, revealing his handsome face.

"Master, it's right in front."

The servant took two steps forward, his eyes fell on Kor Phaeron, and his hand pointed into the mountain pass.

An ancient city stands in the basin at the South Pole of the planet. The surrounding mountains rise high, forming a natural barrier, which to a certain extent prevents the extremely harsh climate of the outside world from affecting the ancient city.

So the ancient city looks a little dilapidated, but the overall structure has been preserved.

It was a city built of black stone, shaped like an eight-pointed star.

The broad avenues connecting various parts of the city form the outline of the eight-pointed star, while the buildings located within the road traffic network fill in the eight-pointed star like blocks of color.

"finally."

Kor Phaeron knelt on the ground, raised his hands to cover his expression which was distorted by ecstasy, and the sounds of laughter and crying came out from under his hands at the same time.

The Space Marine servant at the side just looked at his master silently.

Kor Phaeron sobbed for a few seconds, then sighed to the sky: "We have been living in seclusion on this planet for more than half a year, searching aimlessly every day, and now we have finally found this city... This is God's will!"

The servant nodded vigorously, then took out an ancient book made of human skin and handed it to Kor Phaeron with both hands.

After taking the book, Kor Phaeron looked at the city depicted on the page, and then compared it with the giant ancient city in front of him. After a confirmation that had no material significance but spiritual significance, he stepped towards the ancient city.

The master and servant trekked for a long time before they reached the edge of the ancient city, and then walked for a long time again before they entered the ancient city.

There were no road signs or anything to guide them, but they just knew where to go.

It is a mysterious feeling. The straight road under your feet and the surrounding buildings seem to be pointing in one direction.

Kor Phaeron looked around hungrily.

He saw that the roads were extremely clean and the tall black buildings were still filled with furniture, as if all the people in the city had disappeared overnight.

The environment was indescribably weird, but the master and servant were not afraid and continued to move forward.

After the Word Bearers had assembled in the Interstellar Sector a year before and were dispersed to fight, Kor Phaeron left the legion and came to the world called Lothar.

The reason was that the servant who was accompanying him here accidentally found a book.

Then the two of them followed the instructions in the book and searched for the ancient city on the planet Lotan, which was called the "City of Truth" in the book.

After more than a year of living as a hermit, did the people of the Legion think that Kor Phaeron was not doing his job? Of course not, they believed that Kor Phaeron was pursuing the truth, looking for evidence that the Emperor was a god - doing this with the support of the great Primarch of the Legion, Lorgar Aurelion.

"We're here." After walking for an unknown amount of time, Kor Phaeron stopped.

"Is this the place we are looking for?" The servant looked ahead doubtfully, where there was an extremely magnificent building.

The building looked like a church, but like other places in the City of Truth, it was extremely black, and it was unknown what material it was made of.

"This is the temple." Kor Phaeron handed the ancient book made of human skin to the servant.

The servant took it, compared the illustrations in the book with the building in front of him, and then read out the ancient words on the page: "Once upon a time, he came across the stars, and under the golden light blooming around him, his first followers built this place."

"The first temple of the God-Emperor."

The servant put down the ancient book, exchanged a glance with Kor Phaeron, and then quickly stepped forward.

The two entered the temple.

Surprisingly, the temple was empty except for the circular hall.

There was no light and the hall was dark.

However, Kor Phaeron was not confused. He just walked to the middle of the hall, knelt on his knees, and prayed devoutly.

The servants followed suit, kneeling down and praying.

An ethereal voice that transcended time and space rang in the ears of the two, along with the voices of many others.

"Hear the truth." Kor Phaeron spread his arms.

The servant listened carefully.

"The first human god originated from Terra."

"..."

The servant heard a voice in his ear telling the deeds of the God-Emperor.

What is said is similar to the sacred records written by the Primarch.

The discovery of this ancient city will not only confirm the fact that the Emperor is divine, but will also reveal another truth that is of paramount importance to the faith in the Emperor today - the Word Bearers were not even the first to believe in the God-Emperor.

"Did you hear what I heard?" the servant asked Kor Phaeron.

"Exactly the same."

Kor Phaeron knelt on the ground, his expression pious as if he were being baptized. The sacred voice echoed in his ears.

"You will get everything you want."

"Eternal life, unrivaled power, the satisfaction of the desire for control... and the absolute status derived from it."

"All you need is to bring him here."

"..."

Three vague silhouettes promised Kor Phaeron all this.

Every silhouette exudes a powerful and evil aura.

Kor Phaeron slowly stood up and looked at the servants: "It is time for us to end this hermit-like life and return to the Legion and to my son."

……

half a month later.

Lorgar was in the prayer room of the Legion's flagship, kneeling and praying to the various religious objects in front of him.

After finishing a prayer, Lorgar slowly stood up.

The door of the prayer room was also pushed open at this time. The heir who had been waiting for a long time stood outside the door and immediately reported the matter to the original master who turned around.

"The Lord of the White Knights was sent to the front by the two Warmasters to oversee the progress of our Legion's war."

"He will reach the Legion fleet soon."

"There is another thing. Kor Phaeron just arrived at the flagship. He returned from the planet called Lotan, but he didn't take anything. It seems that he didn't gain anything."

After the offspring finished his report, he quietly waited for the Primarch's reply.

"Hermit, take your men to fetch the Lord of the White Knights," Lorgar said, "As for the matter of Kor Phaeron, I will handle it myself."

The Word Bearer known as the Hermit immediately bowed and went his separate ways with the Primarch, each to attend to his own affairs.

Lorgar left the prayer room, straightened his appearance, and went to the hangar deck of the flagship to personally greet Kor Phaeron who had returned to the Legion.

When the Primarch saw his adoptive father, the first words he heard were "son."

Kor Phaeron always addressed Lorgar, the Lord of the Legion, as his son.

Among the many Primarchs and their respective fosterers, Qin Xia and Angron were the closest.

But the Lord of the White Knights never called Angron "son" in public, because as an adopted son, when Angron performed the duties of commander in the legion, he was not a member of the family, but the master of the legion, the war marshal.

To call him son would weaken Angron's authority.

But Kor Phaeron didn't care about that.

The more crowded the place, the louder and more cheerful he shouted.

"Father." Luo Jia came forward enthusiastically.

A large number of Word Bearers had gathered on the hangar deck, and these Space Marines watched and listened as the Primarch and Kor Phaeron discussed their seclusion on Lothar.

The Word Bearer named "Hermit" stood in the corner and watched coldly, waiting for the cruiser he was in charge of to approach the flagship.

The Hermit can watch from the sidelines before boarding the cruiser to carry out the Primarch's orders and greet the Lord of the White Knights.

"You should withdraw from the war and go to Lotan now, son." Kor Phaeron said in a tone that could not be refused. "As I said just now, I have found something that can boost the morale of the believers after the destruction of the Perfect City. It can prove that the Emperor is a god and that we are not the first followers of the Emperor."

Kor Phaeron finished speaking, and Lorgar nodded his approval without hesitation.

The Hermit grew increasingly dissatisfied with Kor Phaeron.

On the one hand, he understood that the Primarch was bound by human feelings and had no way to decisively defend his authority when Kor Phaeron called him his son in public.

On the other hand, he felt that the Primarch was not necessarily bound by human sentiments.

The Primarch had just been in the prayer room, but he had addressed Kor Phaeron as Kor Phaeron instead of Father.

This is a proof.

But what exactly is the Primarch hesitating about?
As long as he openly said to Kor Phaeron, "Don't call me that anymore!", then Kor Phaeron would never have any chance to call him "son" again.

Kor Phaeron is a man of high moral character, but no one would mind giving him a little education when necessary.

While the hermit was thinking, the cruiser was approaching the flagship.

He can go now.

After taking one last look at the Primarch and Kor Phaeron, the Hermit took a transport to the cruiser to greet the Lord of the White Knights.

Luo Jia asked his adoptive father: "When will we go to Luotan?"

"Now, son." Kor Phaeron pointed out the window at his own ship. "We're going now, just you and me."

Kor Phaeron said and waited for the Primarch to agree.

He saw that the Primarch agreed without hesitation.

At this moment, the development of all things appeared before Kor Phaeron like threads.

After returning from the planet Lotan, he possessed power that ordinary people could hardly match.

"Ok."

Luo Jia did not hesitate at all.

"my father."

(End of this chapter)

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