Chapter 716 9 A Firm Believer in the Truth of the Empire (I)

Chapter 716 9. A Firm Believer of the Imperial Truth (I)

"I have thought of this plan." Fulgrim said.

He turned around and walked out of the cafeteria with Khalil, shoulder to shoulder. No one blocked their way, although people kept paying them respect along the way - of course, the eyes cast on the Phoenix were full of respect and trust, as for Khalil, the sudden inquisitor.

No one had a good face for him, and it could even be said that they were mostly hostile. And neither of them spoke again until they walked out of a door and came to a square on the outer platform.

It was empty here, and the flag was hung high on the top of the flag-raising platform. Night was about to come, the fire clouds were boiling, the clouds were changing constantly, but the temperature of the sun could not reach it. It was freezing cold above 10,000 meters in the sky, and the inside of the clouds was filled with red glow.

The wind blew his face, blowing the white hair of the phoenix. He lowered his head calmly and looked at Khalil. His eyes reflected the fierce light of the red flame in the wind. Suddenly, he looked no different from the wild beast ten thousand years ago.

The Grand Inquisitor raised his hand to hold the brim of his hat and spoke softly, continuing the unfinished topic in the cafeteria.

"But your connection with the warp is already quite deep, Fulgrim. Killing you will make the surviving princes experience a new nightmare, and may even cause a new disaster. Therefore, we will not consider this plan."

"But this is a way to end it all." Fulgrim retorted in a low voice. "And it's also the simplest way."

The Grand Inquisitor finally narrowed his eyes, his expression turned cold, and he corrected Phoenix word by word: "Yes, it is the simplest way, but also the stupidest way. And I took the initiative to mention it because I heard some hearsay before coming to Chemos, but you just told me that those rumors are actually true."

Fulgrim closed his eyes, turned around, and folded his arms with his back to the sky full of rosy clouds, as if he felt cold, or just wanted to find a support point.

After a long time, he asked again: "So, do you have any other solution?"

The Grand Inquisitor nodded expressionlessly.

"Of course, of course I have. All I need to do is find a place to ignite the flames and let them spread to several surrounding star systems and even star regions."

"When the flames dissipate, the grievances that spiraled up can be transformed into a force of the same nature and origin as authority, and become a key to make the power behind the door bow to me again. At that time, it will be no problem to solve this little pollution."

Fulgrim opened his eyes suddenly and looked down at him in disbelief.

Khalil looked up and looked at him, his eyes calm, and then whispered the question that the Phoenix could not blurt out under the pressure of that calm.

"Am I crazy?" He asked softly and gently, and then even smiled. "The answer is no, Fulgrim, at least not now. Those words were just a response, so that you can experience how I feel when I know your so-called solution."

With an unconscious tremor, Fulgrim gritted his teeth and said: "How can you bring such a thing-"

Before he finished speaking, he swallowed the second half of his words. The anger dissipated, and the tense muscles relaxed little by little. The Chemos chuckled bitterly and helplessly, and shook his head slowly.

"Do you understand now?"

"I understand," Fulgrim replied in a low voice.

"Very good, then now only the most difficult method remains - we have to overcome this problem in the material world, and for this, we need a doctor and researcher with superb medical skills, rich experience in Astartes transformation surgery, and strong will."

"Are you referring to the Belisarius Cawl in your report?"

"No." Khalil shook his head. "I mean Jairzinho Guzman."

Fulgrim looked at him in astonishment, and after a long time, he uttered: "What?"

"You heard it right, we need Jairzinho Guzman."

"But you just sent a letter, asking the great sage to come to Chemos by name?"

"Yes, and these two things are not contradictory. Let's go, let's land."

"Where to go?" Fulgrim asked.

"Your home."

——

Move the vase, move the sofa, and move the coffee table, wooden table, and bench to the corner. The Chemos people frowned, closed the windows, and pulled down the curtains, blocking the last bit of daylight in Chemos today, and the room fell into darkness.

And the wooden floor that he made, polished, and waxed by hand was creaking, and subtle and sneaky sounds were mixed in. It was as if there was another world under this floor, and the residents there were walking barefoot on it, pacing slowly, walking backwards.

"Pop."

With a slight sound, the lit match brought a touch of light in the darkness.

It generously and selflessly shared its life with rows of candles, and the wax slid down, leaving winding and turbid traces on their stiff white bodies, like corpse oil. The candle wick danced in the flames, charred and twisted, and crackled from time to time, as if the epidermis of the human body was disintegrating in the fire.

Fulgrim shook his head, stopped his increasingly scattered thoughts, and sighed.

"I understand that you need a quiet place, but aren't these arrangements a bit too much?" He complained.

He didn't get an answer, and the person he asked was busy with other things.

He was very attentive. He had already taken off his coat, hat and sunglasses, and pushed the cuffs to his elbows. He was holding a data pad in his left hand and checking it constantly. He was holding a pale leg bone in his right hand, gesturing towards the ground and measuring the floor. size.

"Khalil?" Fulgrim had to call him again.

The person being questioned finally raised his head: "Don't worry, Fulgen. I am looking for a starting point to summon a type of magic circle that has very strict requirements on its accuracy. Any small error may lead to wrong results."

Fulgrim raised his hand to pinch his eyebrows, tried very hard to calm his tone, and said: "Can't you just - well, I mean, just like knocking on the door, let him come out? Could it be that Gu Isn’t Medical Officer Zman a member of the Eighth Legion?”

"Of course he is, this has never changed." Khalil lowered his head and began to work, and his voice gradually became deeper. "But he was also a medical officer, and had successfully treated Primarchs as far back as the early days of the Great Crusade."

"The medical association established in his name has a history of more than four thousand years. Everyone who joins the association firmly believes in this, and the power of 'belief' is very powerful in the subspace, so he Now. Well, let me think about what to say."

He raised his head again and smiled at Fulgrim: "You can understand that he is on a business trip, or he is far away. He is not doing the daily work with his brothers in the place where they usually stay. ”

"So I can't, like you said, knock on the door to let him know that we want him to do a small favor. Unless I go deep into the warp, but then I'm afraid something bad will happen - something will get entangled Me, do you understand?”

He blinked, Phoenix felt a chill in his heart, and nodded slowly.

"Now, please wait a moment, unless you also understand these mysterious occult knowledge. Oh, really, listen to this description, 'pierce the selected starting point with a little force', a little?" The last sentence in the requirements for this magic circle still emphasizes the importance of accuracy!"

Khalil made a rare complaint, but his hand movements were still swift. The sharp and pale leg bone instantly penetrated the wooden floor of the living room of Phoenix's home.

Sawdust flew, the leg bone was raised, a pale hand held it and touched the ground, drawing a circle quickly and smoothly. It is so inconspicuous, but it dances little by little in the light of the candle, as if it has life.

Fulgrim stared closely at this small circle, and the tinny sounds that had always been heard in his ears suddenly changed at this moment, as if the residents of the underground world had fallen into a terrible fanaticism.

They ran wildly around the living room. Every time the sole of the foot touches the ground, there is a muffled sound like a slap. The candle flames danced, and the whistling cold wind poured in from the gap between the wall and the ground, even making Phoenix himself feel a little cold.

However, Chemos is at the turn of spring and summer at this time, and there is absolutely no possibility of such a drastic drop in temperature.

Khalil stood up, hung the data tablet back on his waist, pinched the tip of the leg bone with his left hand, and with a gentle touch, the sharp edge turned into powder. He closed his eyes, opened his hands, and started walking backwards.

The ashes continued to scatter between his fingers, and soon the ground outside the circle was completely occupied. Countless footprints slowly appeared on it, so wildly that they even overlapped each other. However, none of them belonged to Ka. of Lille.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and the sound of running around him stopped. He threw the thick leg bone in his hand without hesitation, making it hit the inside of the circle accurately. Immediately afterwards, millions of different shouts sounded together. Although it was only for a moment, it was genuine.

Fulgrim looked at the starting point of the circle, that is, from the deep stab mark, extremely viscous black liquid was gurgling.

"Did you succeed?" He couldn't help asking Khalil.

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"Not sure since I didn't recite the spell, but we can try."

Fulgrim frowned deeply - try? How to try? It was too late, but soon, a silver light suddenly bloomed from Khalil's hand.

It appeared without warning, but its sharpness caused a harsh buzz in the air. The candles placed on the ground were all extinguished, and the room fell into darkness again, with only the silver light still shining.

With a bang, it fell into someone's hands.

"Scalpel?" A hoarse voice sounded in the dark room. "Thank you for your gift, instructor."

Khalil smiled, walked aside, opened the curtains, and patted his shoulder jokingly.

"It seems that I am quite talented in mysticism, what do you think?"

Fulgrim did not laugh, and neither did the summoned man. He looked around, looking at the footprints on the ground, the twisted circles, and the extinguished candles, and the smile on his face suddenly disappeared.

He took a deep breath.

"Instructor——"

"What's wrong?"

"Did you draw a summoning circle?"

"Yes, what's the matter, Jairzinho?"

The medical officer of the Eighth Legion walked out of the circle in silence. He still looked the same as he did thousands of years ago, and the darker irises unique to the Terran Nightborne were shining in the darkness.

He was wearing a large solid-color coat with a black vest underneath, with fine patterns outlining the marks of knives and skulls. He looked exactly like the most famous portrait in the association named after him.

And his face was livid at the moment.

"Can I ask, what did you use as the material for my temporary appearance?"

"Oh, this question -" Khalil thought for a moment, but did not give an answer. Instead, he took off his sleeves and started to put on his coat.

The medical officer no longer looked at him, but turned around respectfully and bowed deeply to the Chemos man who was standing aside without saying a word.

"Please give me some guidance, Lord Fulgrim. My instructor will never tell me the truth. His reputation has spread among us. Even people like me who are far away from the wasteland can hear it." Some."

"Who spread the word?"

Khalil interjected the question righteously, putting on his wide-brimmed hat. But got no answer. Fulgrim nodded to the summoned medical officer, his face tense.

He stepped towards the corner of the living room, raised his hand and swept away all the tables, chairs and benches, revealing a wall behind it - a beast specimen with a missing thigh bone hanging quietly on the wall.

The night was hazy outside the window, and vehicles were slowly passing by. The laughter and running sounds of children could be heard not far away. Jairzinho Guzman's fingers began to tremble slightly.

Khalil raised his head and gave Fulgrim a very obvious wink, but the latter put on a puzzled expression that didn't understand his true meaning at all.

He walked to the specimen, raised his hand, and began to give an extremely professional explanation to Khalil and Guzman.

"This is a...cough, I'm sorry, please forgive me." He coughed lightly and tightened his face again. "This is a specimen of a Morias lion. It was killed in battle forty years ago, and its remains were sent to me."

"Lion?" Guzman repeated. "Excuse me, did I hear you correctly?"

"You heard it right, Doctor Jairzinho, this is indeed a lion. I asked experts from the Archaeological Association to test it, and its DNA was extracted from the carcasses of several Terran lions in their museum collection. The DNA obtained is highly similar, and it can basically be confirmed that it is a subspecies brought to Morias by the ancient Terran colonists."

Fulgrim raised his right hand to hold his chin, and raised his left hand as a support, assuming the posture of a thoughtful researcher: "So, yes, this is a lion."

"Lions," Guzman repeated, nodding.

He turned and strode toward Khalil Lohars. The latter has opened his mouth many times without hesitation, as if he is trying hard to find a solution.

Fulgrim finally couldn't control himself and burst out laughing.