Chapter 998 352. Interlude: Night Talk (4k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 998 352. Interlude: Night Talk (4k)

right here.

He thought, yes, this is it, it can't be wrong. He took a hard breath, then held his chain sword with his hand, pressed the button at the end of the handle, and started it. The roar was as loud as ever.

, the single-molecule saw blade buzzed in the air. He began to daydream again - what would happen if I put my arm up?

He knew what would happen, but he couldn't help but think this way. Perhaps hurting oneself can be regarded as a human instinct.

But that's not the most important thing right now.

He walked forward slowly, but the sound coming from the darkness was still very loud. The creepy chewing and swallowing sounds of the monster kept spreading in the narrow corridor, making the sides of his temples jump.

An underlying desire to kill forced him to run.

Fulgrim closed the book.

He wasn't going to read any more. The book had been boring so far.

He couldn't see many interesting descriptions. The author seemed to really like to describe how the soldier he wrote about used a chain sword to kill monsters one after another. However, the monsters he described did not describe the specific entities at all, not even describing their appearance.

nothing.

The only information that readers can get from the text is that monsters can eat people, have rough skin and thick flesh, are extremely powerful, and are numerous in number.

There was nothing else. Fulgrim certainly had many names he could have given to this virtual monster, but he didn't want to.

If a creator cannot even perfect his own work and instead needs readers to supplement it, then this creator must be a third-rate unqualified author.

As a reader, he just wants to see a good story.

Besides, now is actually not a good time to read.

The Chemos man reached out and turned off the lamp. He could let the hub do it for him, but he didn't want to. Sometimes, it was more comfortable to do it himself.

He left the desk, lay on his bed, and began to think slowly.

The Revenge has been anchored on Holy Terra for a week and a half. During this period, all traces left by the god have been completely erased. The star torch is as bright as ever, but, according to the Lord of Mankind

, the divinity in it has disappeared.

After getting this answer, Magnus didn't leave his room for eight days, frantically trying to find a solution from the book.

Robert Guilliman did not continue this attempt. He just began to issue orders continuously and mobilize the Ultramarines and each of his sub-groups. No one knew what he wanted to do.

Even Rogal Dorn admitted that he could not understand Guilliman's military layout. Thinking of this, Fulgrim smiled - the Emperor's Children are still rebuilding, and in five years, the number of legions may be

Only then will a more combat-effective number be formed.

This speed was already terrifying even if we looked at the entire history of the Astartes, but he still felt that it was not enough. The most lacking thing in the empire today was time. If there was enough time, they could solve everything.

The backup tools left by the mage can already solve many problems. Even the pollution of the subspace can be solved with the black tower.

Not to mention the self-operating construction modules on the Terra space station. Sooner or later, these things will be used by the Empire on every planet, but not now.

not now.

They need time, but they have no time. An invisible butcher knife is floating above everyone's head, and only a few dozen people know the details of this matter.

Half of them are not even human beings in the strict sense - Fulgrim smiled sarcastically, yes, the Primarchs. I'm afraid they have nothing to do with humans.

Of course, there is also their father.

Can you fix it all? Again?

Phoenix stared at the ceiling in silence, stroking the narrow wound on his cheek with his right hand. After a long time, he sighed.

Ferus.

He was convinced that he saw him - that day, in his father's shadow, he saw the soul of his brother who was killed by his own hands.

The emotional fluctuations were quickly suppressed by him and replaced by the operation of reason. Reason began to think and told him some things that he had ignored in the past - did their father know everything a long time ago?

Here we go again, the same problem again.

Fulgrim sat up in annoyance. He didn't know how many times he had thought about this problem. It made him feel irritated every time.

He once asked Jaghatai in a low voice at a banquet. In his opinion, the Chogorians might have some different opinions. After all, falcons can always see further than humans.

But after listening to what he said, Khan just quietly took a sip of wine and uttered four short words.

"A wise man worries too much."

That's it - a wise man worries too much.

Fulgrim stood up and began to walk around his room. He walked past an unfinished painting. The face of the person in the painting was blurred, the background was a blur of black, and two silver arms were shining.

Fulgrim took a look at the painting, picked up a piece of cloth from the ground and covered it. He had no inspiration, and it seemed that the painting would never be completed. Is it a pity? Maybe.

His room can basically be thought of as a studio. Paints and canvases are stacked on one side. Raw materials and tools for sculpture are on the other side.

He even had a forge, and the last time he used it was when he asked Vulkan to come over and forge a sword that would be awarded to the most outstanding recruits of the Emperor's Children. Fulgrim stopped in front of the forge, and his thoughts began to sink in again.

An endless journey.

At that time, Vulkan asked with confusion on his face why he did not forge this weapon that represented honor with his own hands, but asked him to come and forge it for him. Fulgrim prevaricated at that time, only saying that his own hands were raw.

But the reality is actually something else. It took Fulgrim many attempts to realize that he could no longer hold the forging hammer. Whenever he wanted to calm down, all kinds of thoughts would come to him like the noisy waves.

, hitting his originally calm heartbeat.

"That's the problem, Vulkan." Staring at the forging furnace, Phoenix smiled bitterly. "A craftsman needs patience and calmness. I have the former, but the latter left me long ago."

He turned around and left his room. The corridor was very quiet, not only at night but also during the day. After the man who often wandered on the first bridge left, no one inherited his habit.

Fulgrim sighed, noticing that his brothers' doors were closed.

He originally wanted to chat with someone and pass the time so that he could continue his regular meeting tomorrow morning and use tasks to clear his irritable mood, but this expectation has obviously come to nothing now. He does not want to disturb him by knocking on the door.

Just as he sighed, a door was opened.

The face of the Lord of Red Sand appeared behind him, and he looked very calm.

"Why am I not surprised at all?" Angron shook his head. "You don't cherish the only three hours of rest. What on earth do you want to do, Fulgrim?"

".Rather than what I want to do, I would rather ask, why did you open the door so coincidentally and come out?"

Fulgrim crossed his hands and asked, "Are you using your talent to sense our emotions again?"

"I can do more."

Angron walked out of the room expressionlessly, and the silver metal door slid quietly behind him without making a sound. He came to a porthole, and happened to keep a relatively distant distance from Fulgrim.

Just like that, he began to observe the scenery outside the porthole window.

"What catches your eyes?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Fulgrim regretted it. He knew that he shouldn't have asked, and Angron would definitely use some very irritating words to taunt him.

To his surprise, Angron did not do this.

The Lord of Red Sand turned his head and replied calmly: "You are right, Terra's scenery is indeed nothing interesting. At least not until her natural environment is completely restored. But I am not actually looking at her, I am thinking,

This is just a subconscious action."

"You talk a lot today."

"It's day two now."

Angron turned his head, not caring about Fulgrim's insinuation. "It is one o'clock in the morning. According to Terran time, it is already the second day, Fulgrim. Your sense of time needs to be strengthened."

"It's about to start again, isn't it?" Fulgrim smiled helplessly. "Okay, what do you want to say again?"

"I don't want to say anything, I don't have the heart to do it."

Angron was silent for a moment and then said: "Once upon a time, after starting a war, there were still enemies to attack. I have been fighting all my life, and I spend my time in war. But now, our enemies are far away.

In another world, we can't even shout a war cry to him, we can only wait here, waiting to attack."

"Defensive tactics are also tactics."

Fulgrim turned around, leaned against the wall, and began to fix his hair. In two hours, they would start working again.

The empire is about to enter a state of full combat readiness, which means that a large number of people may fall at work. They can still enjoy three hours of rest now, which is not easy. After a while, I am afraid it will be back to normal.

The Primarchs are not only gods in war, but also supermen in logistics. Although many people are unwilling to do these things, they must do it.

In order to win, they can do many things.

"Every castle built must be breached," Angron replied. "Defensive tactics are the most annoying, Fulgrim, aren't they?"

"It depends on the situation. If we have to protect something, such as civilians or important assets, then I would rather use defensive tactics than take the initiative."

"Then, I'm afraid you will face an encirclement and suppression. We always win with less, don't we? It seems very ambitious to say this, ha, win with less. But if possible, who doesn't want to be the one with more? "

"I have no reason to refute this statement."

Phoenix burst out laughing, his white hair flowing: "Indeed, numbers are also an advantage in war - I'm afraid you and Robert have a lot in common."

".forget it."
To be continued...