Chapter 250 The Rise of the Primarch: Ten Thousand Years of Sorrow

The banquet hall was very lively, with blue and gray warriors singing and dancing here, and the laughter gradually reached a climax with the spilling of drinks, especially the long table on the east side of the banquet hall.

Ragnar stood on the table with the Emperor on top. How did the table support an Astartes to climb on it? I believe Cawl and the Mechanicus would be interested in inspecting the structure of this long table, but they can't do it now because Ragnar is still standing on it writing a book.

The young cub of the Space Wolves stood on the long table, holding an extra-large Fenrisian wine glass in his hand. The wine in it was splashing around as Ragnar kept waving his arms and shouting, but this was incompatible with the onlookers below. Compared with the other warriors, they are not much worse. After all, the enthusiasm of these young warriors is the same as Ragnar.

The young warriors of the Space Wolves and Ultramarines gathered around, cheering enthusiastically around Ragnar with their glasses in hand, echoing the important part of Ragnar's Fenrisian celebration feast on the long table, bragging.

"Do you know what I met outside that shabby church? I met a huge, huge and ugly demon of Khorne!" Ragnar roared at the top of his voice, drinking as he swung his arms. Swirling it around, patches of golden orange water stains were sprinkled on the table.

The surrounding soldiers cheered, waving drinks in their hands, and large amounts of alcohol spilled on their power armor. I'm sure they will be taught a lesson by their respective sergeants tomorrow, but now they are obviously still Not realizing this, he was listening enthusiastically to Ragnar's bragging.

"I fought a Chaos traitor before that! He was a strong warrior, with an elbow as thick as the barrel of Leman Russ! Swinging the chain ax was like firing a cannonball, and it was like a cannonball. Many people were killed.”

Ragnar stood on the wine table and waved his arms vividly. He shouted and showed how the traitor slashed people, "Do you know what I did to him? I threw him over my shoulder. Fly to the wall and chop off his head with an axe!"

Ragnar raised his arms and shouted, and the surrounding warriors cheered together, but Olaf, who was standing among their sons, sighed speechlessly. He was there and knew what happened, so he knew that Ragnar was bragging now. , probably exaggerating the actual combat effect ten times? Maybe that's a conservative estimate.

But you know, this is the young man of Fenris, so Olaf decided to respect the ancient customs passed down from Leman Russ and decided to keep silent about it.

Seriously, if Vito was in Olaf, he could ask Vito how their original body Leman Russ bragged after the war. As the best cowhide master in the universe, he could compare himself with a The heavily armored three- to four-meter-tall warriors had a fight, boasting that they were wrestling with a hundred-meter-tall frost giant.

Obviously Ragnar has perfectly inherited the talent of his genetic father. He can boast vividly, vividly and excitingly. Now he is standing on the table and walking around while making famous gestures.

"Then that ugly monster appeared. The monster was carrying an ax and wanted to fight with the warrior. Ha! Then he found the right person!" Ragna shouted loudly and punched in the air. The warriors cheered enthusiastically again, and Loken, who was standing among them, looked at the young people on the table with a joking smile.

"I had a fight with it. It was definitely a wonderful battle, even more exciting than the Saga Epic! It slashed, I dodged, slashed and thrust, it charged, I blocked, it was a sword duel." Ragna said directly. Pulling out his chainsaw, he yelled and swung it over his head to cheers.

"That monster is taller than a mountain. I think it's a hundred and fifty meters high! It blocked the sky and hit me hard, but I blocked it all!"

Look, what did I say? It’s super doubled, isn’t it?

Ragnar held the battle ax and made gestures on the table. He raised the huge battle ax and strode forward towards the side. Finally, he turned around and slashed with the axe. The roaring chain ax slashed through the long table, leaving wood chips behind. and the remains of dinner plates flying everywhere.

Although the soldiers were smashed by the remains of food and drink, they all shouted passionately. They held their wine glasses high and shouted like the people on the table.

"I climbed up a mountain, jumped over to the monster on the cliff, and then cracked its head open with an axe! The giant fell to the ground with a crash, like a landslide!" Ragnar pulled out the chain saw. Ax howled and said, he took a big sip of vodka freely, and the wine flowed down the cracks in his beard. Ragnar suddenly opened his arms after drinking half the glass of wine at once, and the wine in his mouth was the same as the one in his mouth. The hair from his beard was flying everywhere.

He burst out laughing, and the young warriors cheered and laughed with him. Apparently no one noticed the outrageousness of these stories, but this was a Fenrisian banquet.

Ragnar looked around, and laughed when he saw Lancelot walking over. The latter walked from the parking deck with a power sword on his arm with a tired look on his face. The Thunderhawk transporting them behind him had just taken off.

"Lancelot! My good brother, why do you look like you swam from Caliban?" Ragnar laughed and jumped off the long table. He held the wine glass and strode forward. Lancelot Then he straightened his sword belt with a wry smile.

"Try to see if you're tired of fighting a Great Unclean One with all the ugly, disgusting bastards around him."

"Okay, stop complaining, Father! Why do you stink so much, did you fall into the manure pit after being beaten?"

Ragnar complained when he stepped forward and put his arms around Lancelot's shoulders. The latter rolled his eyes and snatched the wine glass from Ragnar's hand. Lancelot drank the remaining half of the glass of wine and suddenly Smash it to the ground.

"Damn, nonsense! Try the effect of being sprayed with the blood of that bastard!" Lancelot complained loudly, while Ragnar smiled jokingly and backed away. He blocked the surrounding warriors. He looked at Lancelot like a monkey.

"Get back! Be careful, he's poisonous." Ragnar said with a smile, while the warriors laughed behind him holding wine glasses. When Lancelot sighed silently, Bell walked over from him. Bell's behavior The white armor was also obviously dyed, turning into some kind of dirty light yellow.

"I have thoroughly sterilized everyone, and I have done at least ten inspections and nano-level sterilization, so you don't have to worry about us bringing back some weird plague."

Bell said and patted the stain on his shoulder. He tried to clean it but obviously failed. Bell's expression was very uncomfortable. As a pharmacist, he has a strong tendency to be mysophobic. Now his armor is simply a nuisance to him. torture.

"And Master Celestine's protective aura is indeed very effective. None of us have contracted the disease, so we are safe both biologically and spiritually." Bell continued, but Ragna He laughed and pointed at them.

"But it stinks." "Shut up, you don't need to tell us!"

Ragnar smiled and looked at the source of the sound. Celestine walked from a distance with a disgusted look on her face. She was followed by Delantius, who was holding a halberd and walking calmly behind the living saint, but Completely opposite to the calm and calm Delantius, Celestine even has the desire to kill.

"I burned my whole body with holy fire, but the stench just won't go away! Did that damn fat man Nurgle deliberately disgust me?!" The little angel cursed loudly, and even more as she lifted up the smelly hair in front of her face. Anger filled her heart, and blazing fire instantly spurted out from between her magic beams.

Delantius consciously stepped aside, Ragnar and the warriors praised him in admiration, and Celestine clenched his fists in annoyance and looked around for that guy.

"Where's Vito?! That old bastard, I'm going to beat the shit out of him!" Celestine scolded angrily, while Loken walked out of the warriors with a smile and held a wine glass. He asked Delantius to each other. He nodded and looked at her with a smile.

"He and Lord Guilliman went up to the top of the tower to talk about business. You can beat him tomorrow. And in order to prevent him from making up jokes to make fun of you when he is beaten, you'd better take a shower." Loken smiled. Said, he raised his glass in greeting to Celestine, who was scratching his hair in annoyance.

"Bell! Take me to your bathhouse. Damn it, I will kill him tomorrow!" Celestine said, pushing Bell towards the exit of the banquet hall. The few people who stayed there couldn't help but look at her. laughed out loud.

"Aha!" Ragnar laughed and suddenly moved forward to hug Lancelot. Of course, he didn't care about this smell at all. After all, his usual hygiene style was such that Bell could wield the chain sword and punish him. kind.

"Where are your mysterious brothers? Didn't they come to the victory banquet?" Ragnar asked with a smile, while Lancelot sighed helplessly and shook his head, "No, besides, it's hard for me to believe that Dark The angels would have something like a "banquet" and they would go back to the ship after the fight."

"Damn, what a bunch of boring people, as boring as Eisenstein!" Even so, Ragnar still looked around for Eisenstein, and only continued to yell after making sure that he was not around.

"But it doesn't matter, you can attend the banquet on their behalf, come with us!" Ragnar hugged Lancelot and walked towards the warriors with a laugh. The recruits of the Space Wolves and Ultramarines cheered on both sides, and the two Go among them.

"Don't you think I stink?" Lancelot said with a smile, taking a glass of wine from a warrior's hand, while Ragnar laughed and clinked the glass with him before taking a sip of wine.

"Did I tell you that story? I took a dagger out from under the carcass of a mammoth on Fenris, and the smell was much stronger than yours!"

Loken stood behind them and looked at the young people walking away. He turned around and smiled at Delantius. Loken picked up a glass of wine from the table and handed it to Delantius. The latter took the glass and smiled slightly. With a smile, the two thousand-year-old veterans cheered each other up.

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While the banquet hall was filled with singing and dancing, it was not so lively on the high tower above the Extreme Fortress. A dark and silent atmosphere surrounded the place, and the laughter and singing seemed to have become a vague phantom of another world.

The thin gauze curtain undulated with the wind blowing from the open colonnade, and the hazy moonlight shone on it, reflecting bursts of gravel-like flashes. The moonlight extended all the way forward from the edge of the room, extending to the white On the desk, it also shines on the blue arm sitting on the steps in front of the desk.

He sat in front of the huge desk, which was specially customized for the original body. There were many books, or diaries to be more precise, piled around him.

Guilliman sat on the steps and looked at the book in his hand. He looked at everything on the page with a solemn expression. Each primarch had its own outstanding characteristics, and for Guilliman it was photographic memory and memory. He quickly mastered knowledge, so it took him some time to read these books, and he also understood what the empire is like today.

Guilliman closed the book and sat on the ground lamenting, the moonlight shining on his weathered face, as if the Primarch had really aged in that eternal sleep.

"This used to be my father Connor's study. I would play here when I was very young and watch him deal with all kinds of difficult and thorny problems. When I grew up, this became my study. I am here Knows the betrayal of Horus, the Crusade of Shadows and all."

"But all of that, all of that, everything I have ever experienced here is far worse than this, this... damn it." Guilliman held his head sadly, his power fist on his head slightly. Tightening her hair, she gently ran her fingers through the golden hair.

He lowered his head in great pain, and sighed endlessly, "Rather than letting me see all this, it would be better for Fulgrim to kill me at that time."

"I know, Loken had the same reaction." Vito stood on the edge of the study and looked at the city below. The lights in the City of Glory were already lit up, and the planet was recovering from the war.

"I have also told you what I have done in the past ten thousand years, and I have told you everything I have said to Loken." Vito said while standing in the moonlight, with Guilliman behind him sitting in the dim room. He was deep in thought in the study, and his silence lasted for a long time.

"Do you really believe that hope is still alive? Do you really believe that in today's dark empire, there are still seeds called hope in the galaxy?"

The moonlight shone on Vito's face, and the hazy moonlight reflected on the black pupils. Vito Constantine, the ancient guardian who had lived for 40,000 years, turned to look at Guilliman, who was sitting in the shadows. , both his person and his heart are like this.

The edge of Vito's hair shimmered with moonlight. From this angle, he looked as majestic as a descended god, but he was not a god. Guilliman knew that, or even a god might not be able to save this declining empire.

"I am a warrior, a soldier. All I know is war and fighting. I have tried my best to protect human civilization, but I am not a politician or a sage. I do not know how to manage and lead humans. But today I I want to tell you a story, a story that both the Emperor and I have experienced."

Guilliman slowly raised his head and looked at Vitor, who turned sideways and looked at the bright moon. The holy moonlight shone on his face and illuminated the outline of his entire face.

Vito let out a long sigh before speaking. He looked up at the moon, and the memories of the past came to his mind. "Since before we were born, from the earliest period, human beings have started wars. What is extremely ironic is that the nature of wars The essence always reflects the essence of both parties involved in the war.”

"He and I witnessed war after war, all kinds of noble or ridiculous wars, one after another. The destruction filled the world, and there was no end in sight."

Vito's voice was like the waves of the long river of time, and the sound of the waves reached Guilliman's ears in the moonlight. He looked at the man as if he were looking directly at the incarnation of the essence of human history.

"We have also been disappointed in humans, me and him. We all have many cherished things destroyed by endless wars. In the human desire to kill, hatred, hatred and pain will be filled with the cradle home where we came from. Every inch of land.”

"However, in the endless killing, human beings will occasionally find seeds of redemption and seeds of hope, but similarly, human beings will also find something else, seeds of destruction."

“Many people fell victim to it, and we watched humanity fall into horrific wars, wars that escalated again and again, from swords to nuclear warheads, and senseless bloodshed that left lasting scars on Terra. "

Vito looked at the shining moonlight in the sky. The clouds that obscured the bright moon gradually dispersed. The purest and brightest moonlight was projected onto the earth, illuminating him and everything in the study.

Guilliman looked at his back, and the silver moonlight shone through his cheek, like a silver veil. Vito's back was turned to him, standing under the moonlight, in the turbulent waves of the long river of time.

"But in the midst of that destruction, the seeds sown by countless generations of ancestors are also growing vigorously. As the seeds of destruction engulf the world, the seeds of hope are also taking root and sprouting."

"Time has not erased the progressive side of mankind's heart. In the end, after we have accompanied human civilization on a journey of thousands of years, mankind's eyes have turned from blood, dust and death to the stars."

Vito looked up at the stars in the sky. He stretched out his hand as if to grab the stars. The endless starry sky shone in the dark Milky Way, shining light into the dark forest.

"We are always looking at the stars, looking at the invisible distance, the new home that can free us from resource scarcity, land scarcity and eternal strife, looking at the new home that brings everything."

"Humanity has never given up exploration, desire, and attempts to find new horizons, to find new spaces to grow and reproduce. The Emperor and I witnessed the flowering of that seed. At the end of 3K, for the first time in history, all humans were United under a common desire and a common goal.”

"Towards the stars, towards those eras that can bring humanity out of darkness, to a paradise that brings infinite possibilities to all."

Vito said and looked towards the stars, Guilliman also stood up and walked to his side. Together they looked towards the endless stars, the stars that humans had looked up to for tens of millions of years and finally set foot on.

"This is why the Emperor and I are willing to believe in humanity, why we are willing to give everything for it. For tens of millions of years before all this, humans killed each other in the darkness, repeating pain and suffering again and again, but at that moment, we found that the seeds of hope were still taking root and sprouting, bringing salvation to human civilization in the deepest night."

"No one has ever believed in all that before, that hope seemed like an illusion, but I have lived for 40,000 years, Guilliman, I have lived through a longer night than these 10,000 years, he and I witnessed the salvation brought by that seed, so I believe that The seed is still growing, and this time, it will also bring hope. "

Guilliman turned his head to look at Vito beside him. After a moment of silence, Guilliman slowly spoke, "What do you want us to do? What do we need to do with the seeds of hope?"

"Our compatriots have been in the dark land for too long. It's time for us to look at the stars again."

Vito and Guilliman looked up at the starry sky, the stars twinkling in the darkness, the stars that united all mankind in the Golden Age and the Great Crusade, the direction that united people in the Age of Strife and the Dark Age, a great goal.

Yes, it's time for mankind to look at the Milky Way again.