Chapter 1024 378. Roundtable Talk (Thirteen, Imperial Blood Fist, 4k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

The center continued.

A voice sounded, hoarse, and a little confused, but it did not sound old. The original bodies exchanged glances with each other, and they all treated the next thing in silence.

They want to listen quietly.

As for the Emperor, he just calmly regulated his breathing. Methodically, he even had the intention to close his eyes and feel his results.

He is a psyker, and his lifespan is almost as long as human history, but this does not mean that he can use spells from his friends at will.

In fact, in a strict sense, that spell has transcended the level of 'skill'.

【I'm alive?】

[Yes, I am still alive. Can I still think? I can.]

[Are you reading? I don’t know. My Lord didn’t give me the answer, and He couldn’t see these vague futures. Where did I write? Ah, yes.]

【Roger Dorn.】

[Yes, Rogal Dorn was spurned by us and cursed by us. Before that, he was a lonely and gloomy member of the Primarchs. Despite this, he is also worthy of respect. He protected humans, many humans

, This point is irrefutable.]

[My thoughts are so confused. What should I write, my Lord? I need your enlightenment. What? Ah, yes, I remember, yes, Sherout. Sherout Galaxy, a little human

The Federation refused to accept the integration of the Empire.]

[Warmaster Horus invited his three brothers, Fulgrim, Konrad Curze, and Rogal Dorn. They joined forces to attack the world, and Sherault's originally impregnable defense measures immediately began

All revealed one by one.]

[After only three months, they surrendered to the empire. Yes, these are all what I want to write down, but, I.]

The projection changed, and a picture suddenly appeared. A man in a white robe with a dull expression was sitting in front of a wooden table and meditating. He was looking forward, his eyes were not focused, and his skin was boiling.

Bones, flesh and blood, nerves. All of these are melting together in his body. But he still maintains the shape of a human being, sitting at the table, thinking rationally.

Then he opened his mouth, and his empty gums were exposed. After half a second, they turned into ashes. His mouth was empty and full of his own ashes, but he was still able to make sounds.

He stared straight ahead, his unfocused gaze seemed to be looking at all the original bodies.

Then he spoke.

".I cannot," the dead scribe whispered. "I see them, but I cannot write them down. This is not a book that should have a reader. My Lord, to whom do you want to show it?"

He listened doubtfully.

"them?"

The scribe was shocked: "Them? The Primarchs? No. How could it be?"

He shook his head in an unacceptable manner, and even more dust escaped in the air. Then, he calmed down strangely.

He remembered.

"Yes, I saw it"

The scribe whispered: "I saw it from your memory, yes, they all exist, they are not my crazy imagination, I am not crazy, I am just."

"I'm just dead, but not crazy yet. I want to finish my work."

A withered smile bloomed on his face, light bloomed from the seven orifices, the robe and skin turned to ashes, he began to scream, and then the scene began to change. In front of the empty table, a line of text composed of golden light floated.

[Hello, Primarchs from another world. With the help of the life of Scribe Tanglas, I am able to say hello to you. And what you are going to see next is that he and I made decisions at different times.

, the same decision.]

【A truth that we have concealed.】

The Primarchs looked at each other, and several looked at the Emperor, trying to get an answer, but their father just closed his eyes and shook his head gently.

"Keep reading," he said. "The truth will be revealed naturally."

The screen changes again.

Ashes were floating like snowflakes in the gloomy sky, and crying people could be seen everywhere on the streets that had been turned into ruins by bombings. Civilians were crying for their lost relatives, and not far from them, there was a group of soldiers who had been gathered.

.

The uniforms they wore did not bear the symbol of the Imperial Sky Eagle, but around them were the Astartes of the Imperial Fists.

"You will be executed for your resistance." The leading Imperial Fists told the soldiers kneeling on the ground.

"But we have surrendered!"

Their commander shouted, and in the next second, a sword penetrated his chest and lifted him high. The instigator even cruelly began to shake his wrist, making him scream.

"that's not important."

The Imperial Fist replied indifferently. "You have disobeyed the Empire, so you will pay with your life and leave a lesson to everyone. Apart from you, there are civilians who have provided help to you, so half of them

They will be executed by drawing lots.”

"You monsters!" A soldier kneeling on the ground yelled. "Empire? Bullshit empire!"

"Execute him," the Imperial Fists said.

An Astartes behind him immediately raised the bolter in his hand, and then, an extremely angry voice exploded above them with thunderous fury: "Stop now!"

The Imperial Fists looked up, and their eyepieces reflected a giant who was as pale as a ghost. He was standing on top of a ruined fortress. His dark armor made him look calm and intimidating, but he

expression.

The leading Imperial Fist calmly made a gesture, signaling everyone to move closer to him.

The next second, the giant turned into lightning and disappeared. When he was seen again, he was already standing on the ground, and he was standing in front of the Astartes. The Imperial Fists were already tall enough

, however, in front of him, they seemed to be no different from ordinary people.

"Who asked you to do this?!" asked the giant. "Who asked you to kill these unarmed people?!"

"They are the enemy, the noble Konrad Curze, the Midnight Haunter." The commander of the Imperial Fists lowered his head and responded in a muffled voice.

"I ask, who asked you to kill these unarmed people?!"

"They disobeyed the empire, my lord," the commander said. "And they must pay the price. We also shed blood in the war."

"The war is over."

Midnight Haunter replied gloomily. "They surrendered, just thirty-three minutes ago. The news has been spread throughout the Sherout Federation, and their capital has even become flat ground. What else do you want? They are humans too.

!”

"But this is an order from my father Rogal Dorn himself."

The commander of the Imperial Fist took a step back as he spoke. He felt an extremely strong death threat, rising from the depths of his bones, as if someone was stabbing his heart with a dagger, causing him pain.

".very good."

The Midnight Haunter nodded, and then he used the communication channel built into his armor to issue several orders to his legion. Just a few minutes later, hundreds of Midnight Lords arrived immediately, and they

They all stared at the Imperial Fist with hostile eyes.

"Protect these prisoners of war, as well as civilians. Their lives already belong to the empire and no one can take them away. Anyone who violates this will be immediately considered a traitor."

Midnight Haunter ordered this in a voice that everyone could hear. Then, he lowered his head and looked at the Imperial Fist.

"Take me to Rogal Dorn."

The picture changed again - when the water-like projection became clear, the picture had moved from a ruined street to an open-air command post, where two giants were having a fierce quarrel.

"Why did you give that damn order?!"

"They disobeyed us, and that's why, Curze. I don't understand your anger. Isn't that common? I've done it many times."

"you!"

Midnight Haunter took a deep breath and calmed down.

During the Great Crusade, each major legion fought independently, and this was the first time that three legions had united like this. Although he had heard that the style of the Imperial Fists was becoming more and more reckless, he never thought that it would change.

Like this.

He needs a reason.

"They defy us because we are waging a war against them. Our intentions are noble, but you can't ask them to understand. To them, we are just a bunch of greedy invaders."

"But they used weapons and we shed blood."

"That's because of the war! The war we started! And now, the war is over, Rogal Dorn! You should really go to the scene to see the murders caused by your legion, and see the dead! There is no one among them.

Men hold weapons, they die unarmed!"

The Midnight Haunter was deeply angered by Rogal Dorn's indifferent attitude. With his black hair flying, two blushes appeared on his pale face. The excessive anger gave him a deathly complexion.

Variety.

"But they are enemies!" Dorn also roared. "I can't believe you actually came to argue with me over such a thing!"

"Enemy?! They surrendered, Rogal Dorn, the war is over! We cannot do such atrocities, they are human beings too!"
To be continued...