Chapter 73 My Brother Can Never Be Like You

Destiny Steel

Hazy Starfield

Navigating

Early Morning

Hall of Omens

"You... this... I... I... I don't understand, this is impossible! What on earth are you!... I can't accept it! I can't accept it...!"

Compared with the phantom of Magnus's original body, the border collie that had walked to the center of the hall looked very small, because the Cyclops was one of the largest brothers.

But the black and white puppy was there firmly and solidly, and the red giant held his head, and his light phantom became more and more blurred in front of the collie, and his outline was shaking.

Magnus looked even more broken. If this was an image from a stereo projector, Perturabo would tell his subordinates to get a new one immediately.

It's a pity that he couldn't.

The fourth Primarch had already lost the bitterness in his mouth as he walked towards the shadow of his long-unseen brother.

Perturabo even thought with a bit of amusement, what an unreasonable magical psychic power, a joke code that even the historians did not record finally worked ten thousand years later.

After all, who could believe that there was really a fool who could keep deceiving himself and others, and record and keep any insignificant traces of those worthless and uncommitted brotherhood for ten thousand years?

The Lord of Steel knew very well that the essence of the fragile existence in front of him, like a soap bubble, was triggered by a series of agreed code spells, which was the echo of a fragment of true love that his brother, Magnus, had preserved by a cherished person during a leisure time on a journey long, long ago.

Yes, "it" was not even a fragment, but an echo of the past.

The dog looked at "it" a little picky, too fragile, considering the part that would be removed later, perhaps it should be extinguished as soon as possible or replaced...

The echo of Magnus raised its head.

"Is this, is this some kind of bad test? Or is my body sleeping in Tizca, and my spirit in a dream? Ah... dream... yes, dream... omen... maybe it's like this... Have I sailed too far in the vast ocean again?"

The bright voice of the Red King is just as the Iron Lord remembered, completely different from his violent and impactful appearance. In the subtle turns, one can hear a kind of sadness about the final change of all things that only people who are well-read can understand, and the arrogance that comes unconsciously after mastering multiple languages.

The Iron Lord finally couldn't help sighing in a corner deep in his hairy chest.

We do overlap in some places in essence, Perturabo thought. Although I don't want to admit it, it is indeed a creation of the same lineage. I really don't know what He was thinking at the time. - Kind, frivolous and reckless.

The dog continued to input what he was going to say into the device with his eyes, and the sound device in the exquisite mechanical backpack on his back once again made an electronic sound for him.

"This is the Iron Blood, which actually exists somewhere in the universe. This is not some kind of bad test, nor is it some kind of omen or dream, nor is it your canoe drifting on the ocean, Magnus."

"Then... then what is this? What are you? You said this is the Iron Blood? But the Iron Blood is the flagship of my brother, the versatile Perturabo! How dare you claim that this belongs to you! My brother can't become a form like you! How dare you claim so!"

The other party seemed to have finally regained a certain degree of calm thinking ability, and the uncertain glow on the edge of the huge body gradually calmed down.

Facing the four-legged alien who dared to pretend to be a brother to a Primarch, Magnus tried to use his best psychic attack again, but for some reason, the ether wind still had no response.

"Don't you know? You should know." Primarch Bian Mu said slowly, "The Great (MAGNUS) Red (THE RED) King?"

"MAGNUS THE RED... MAGNUS... MAG... NUS... Holy... Most... Ancient..."

Inside the huge crystal, along the crystal refracting phantom, a fine stress mark appeared. It was so natural and so natural that even when the supreme conspirators cast countless eyes on it, they did not feel that its appearance here was abrupt.

An indescribable enlightenment or enlightenment suddenly passed through the eyes of Magnus Shadow like the flash of the death of a star. He raised his arm and noticed for the first time that his hand was almost completely transparent, as was his face and facial features. He saw the moon gradually disappearing on the wall of the hall behind him through the lines on his palm. It was like a single eye staring at him and mocking him in his palm.

"Thoughts," Magnus's echo said thoughtfully, "thoughts. Remnants of energy, or impressions of some emotion, projections of cognition, memories, souls. Not far apart, the same. - I am here, but I am no longer."

"Yes, my brother." Perturabo shook his head gently, his ears trembling, and his long canine muzzle forced him to keep shaking his head left and right to see his brother's sad face.

"Do you know what you are now?"

"I am... a fleeting moment in memory, the ruins of a destroyed ivory tower, the daydream of a twisted and broken man. I am--"

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Destiny Steel

The Great Library

Most of the lights in the library were adjusted to the darkest mode, with only one reading lamp still keeping bright light.

There were too many bookshelves stacked in the shadows, giving people the illusion of a vast sea of ​​stars. They circled around the shining lights of the borrowing desk in endless spirals, casting their own shadows in the darkness.

Suddenly, the light of the lamp flickered.

The old man sitting behind the borrowing registration desk raised his head and looked in the "direction" of the Hall of Omens with a sense of something.

"It's almost perfect, but there is still one thing missing."

He stretched out his palm, which was dim due to old age, and spread out his palm. There was a singularity being generated there, and the etheric flame storm that could instantly destroy a galaxy began to take shape at that point.

The papyrus pages on the side trembled gently in the warm breeze of the library.

The comfortable reading chair faded the gentle wood grain with traces of time, revealing the cold stone surface underneath, which was carved with star arrays and engravings that no one knew about for a long time.

The singularity storm brought everything back to calm.

The old man slowly closed the book he was reading.

He sighed.

"Copying is too hard for me."

The tangled layers of golden branches on the surface of the book cover contain a piece of Apollonia's scorching sun.

Quack.

After seeing some new plot developments in the Hammer game made by some Russians, I can only say that

compared to the extent that this game dares to write a few random things that violate the basic world settings, my plot is really too serious

I was a little nervous about the several development lines I was going to arrange later

Now: Mao Tou Mao Wo Ri Niu Ma, what I wrote is really a serious drama (I am sure)

I have been dizzy these two days, the regent is really awesome, I integrated the world view and the main plot line and tried to run it in my mind and I was dizzy directly [