Chapter 485: Rebirth From the Ashes: The Emperor's Lies

The voyage to Victoria is very long. It is far away at the other end of the Ultimate Star Territory, at the other end of the great rift across the entire star. Moreover, considering the subspace interference caused by the great rift, the fleet must detour to the south. node galaxy, and then jump to the other end.

This also resulted in the voyage being significantly lengthened, and during this voyage everyone had to find something to do for themselves. The soldiers began to train more, and the Astartes also spent a significant amount of time in the training cages and weapons rooms. lengthened.

As for the preachers, they took this opportunity to hold a unique dance. The reason why it was said to be unique was that it was a masquerade. Everyone wore masks and hid their true identities before reciting poems here. Fu, dancing with each other is very characteristic of them, isn't it?

Many people were in a good mood tonight, and the speakers enjoyed this romantic and literary banquet very much, but not Pedronilla. She did not like this boring banquet at all.

There's just sycophants and awkward flirtations, the drinks taste like mosquito piss, and the food at the table is bland and sparse, served on tiny plates that don't fill your stomach.

So Pedronela doesn't like this kind of dance at all. She has tried her best to get rid of several flirtations and boring conversations since she came in. Fortunately, she is wearing a mask now, otherwise her identity will be exposed. I guess the sycophants are even more swarming.

Petronila took out the writing book from her arms. She opened the contents and wrote some rather spicy words. At this moment, a shadow enveloped her book.

"Didn't tonight's banquet make you poetic? Miss Petronilla."

The man said, did he recognize himself?

"No, I would rather go down and climb the mountain of demon corpses again than stay here for one more minute." She said maliciously, writing a vicious evaluation of the banquet in her hand.

"How did you recognize me? Mr. Anthony."

"Your hair, gray hair is rare, and even fewer will bring a notebook into the banquet, not to mention that this book has a faint smell of blood."

He smiled, "It's in your hair too. You haven't washed it out yet, right? By the way, how did you recognize me? Is my disguise so poor?"

"Not many people here have been as close to you as I have been, and remember the smell of that perfume you wore, Mr. Anthony."

Pedronela said, writing the last line of the sentence and picking up the pen, "Why are you here? Do you like this party?"

"Well, it's indeed quite interesting, but compared to the others, it's already boring to me. Are you right too?" He showed a faint smile under his mask, "How about you? Elope with me to the meeting?"

Pedroniela also smiled and pointed with her pen at the woman not far away who was watching what to do from time to time. "Your female companion will be unhappy. I don't want to get involved in a trouble."

"Hahaha, don't worry about her. Besides, you have been involved in trouble a long time ago, right?" He smiled, with a hint of hint in his words, and Petronila did not answer.

After a while, Anthony spoke again. He put down the wine glass in his hand, "Don't worry about her. She is very cute, but she also makes me tired. Tonight is still very long."

"Yes, what are your plans?" Pedronilla chose to answer. She acquiesced to his invitation, which made Anthony smile happily.

"There's a good place to go, come with me."

As he spoke, he took Pedronela's hand and left. When his lovely female companion realized that she had no time to shout or stop her, she saw Anthony leaving with Pedronela. She threw away the wine glass in her hand and turned around to push it away. The unfortunate waiter walked away.

Pedronela didn't have much time to enjoy the jealousy of the woman just now. She followed Anthony out of the banquet hall and walked through the empty corridor of the ship to the Path of Glory Gallery.

There are many scrolls hanging here, and at this moment Anthony is standing in front of one, admiring the painting with great interest, and Pedroneila also looks at the notebook in the painter's hand.

"You asked me to come here to admire these paintings?" she asked.

"I owe you a conversation, don't I? The Marshal asked you to ask me about the battle while we were in the building." He looked at the painting and said, "I thought, now is a good time. What could be better than sailing through the warp?" Which quiet moment is more suitable for a private meeting?”

"You are very poetic, Mr. Antony." Petronilla took off her mask and said, lifting the gray hair that fell around her ears. "Where does this plot come from? Hirtius' "Midnight March" "?"

"No, that's too sad. Hirtius's plays are all tragedies, and I like more hopeful plays, like Vardy's O Lover."

He looked with a smile and clasped his hands behind his back, "Oh, my dear, what makes you silent? What makes you silent and ignore my questions?"

"Because of a secret, an ulterior secret." Pedronela chanted in unison, as if she was performing a stage play, and Anthony seemed very satisfied with it.

"So, let's start this interview. Which paragraph should we start with?" Pedronela asked, opening the notebook and placing the ink-stained pen on the page, but Anthony smiled and put the ink-stained pen on the page. The book was taken from her hand.

He asked Petronilla if he could read it, and the latter had no reason to refuse him, so he nodded. He flipped through a few pages and nodded in approval from time to time.

"Very exciting content, Miss Pedronela, unique and pungent, tell me, do you always record the facts in this way?" He looked through it and asked, "No matter how ugly the truth is, you will choose to record the truth. ?"

"This is my mission."

"Even if it brings bad luck to you, will you pursue the truth? Even if you are not understood." He continued to ask.

Pedrónilla responded with a shrug. Seeing this, Anthony smiled and covered the notebook and returned it to Pedrónilla, "Well, I want to tell you another story tonight, what do you think?"

"How can I object? You are so enthusiastic." Petronilla said with a smile. Anthony also smiled slightly, then turned around and started walking among the galleries.

He took a few steps and then looked at a painting beside him, "Ah, New Hope, Valm's work, describes the Emperor's epiphany after witnessing the chaos of the Age of Strife, and his determination to embark on a mission to save humanity. road."

"And the content of this painting is the enlightenment of the Emperor. Look, the savage technological barbarians kneel around him, bowing their heads to him."

"And this one is"

"Makado and the Emperor." Pedronela stepped forward and said, "This is a painting by Caldivan, imagining the moment when the Emperor met his companions for the first time. The Emperor showed himself to the backward people. With his power, he caused clear springs to emerge from the rocks and dispersed the sandstorms and clouds. They were terrified. Look, the woman's mouth opened wide."

"Among all the people, only Malcador stepped forward and extended his hand to the emperor, symbolizing the beginning of enlightenment and unity." She said, and Anthony smiled happily at her, and then continued to walk forward.

"That was indeed the beginning. The Emperor gradually met more like-minded people and planned for the rise of mankind. You see, this painting is the Emperor thinking hard, meditating late at night for the great cause of mankind's revival. In the distance is The Himalayas contain great wisdom.”

He pointed to another painting, "And this is the Marshal joining the Emperor's army, with the Imperial Army cheering behind them, and many ordinary people following them, but there are some empty spaces in this painting, some unnatural empty spaces. "

He smiled and said, "You have been with the Marshal for a long time. Did he tell you who was in those empty seats?"

Petronila looked at him in silence, and spoke after a long time, "I didn't ask him about the story of the Unification War." "Did he not ask, or was he hiding something?"

Antony asked in return. This time Pedronilla did not answer, and he continued to walk as if he had no hope.

"Hmm, look, that painting is of the Emperor and twenty Primarchs, twenty, not nine. It's really interesting, isn't it? Do you know the person in this painting?"

"They all look the same."

"Indeed, they are just like a group of ordinary babies, but they contain powerful power. Have you ever wondered where their power comes from?" He asked, "Why have such powerful existences not appeared in human history? Other times existed?"

"They are the bloodline of the Emperor, the children of the God-Emperor, and are beyond mortals."

"God Emperor? It's really interesting. If he is a god, where did he come from? Heaven, or was he born from the mother's womb like us?"

Anthony continued, and came to the next painting and pondered for a while, "Astarte, the extraordinary angel, you see, people kneel down and surrender to him, but why?"

"Because he has extraordinary power?" Petronila replied casually.

"Indeed, there is no denying it, but where does it come from?"

"The bloodline of the Emperor? They are the bloodline of the Emperor and the original body. Their strength and wisdom are far superior to mortals."

"So, why can't mortals become angels? Or we should ask, aren't these angels just ordinary people? Before they are implanted with gene seeds, what is the difference between angels and mortals? Because They were implanted with gene seeds?"

"Perhaps they were chosen? Candidates for Astartes must be extremely talented, one in a million." She followed, looking at the angel who held his head high among the crowd.

"Choosing one out of ten thousand? Just like the Emperor? A savior emerged from trillions of people to lead mankind towards a redeemed tomorrow?"

"I think so. The Emperor is different. He is the most powerful psyker, an immortal being. There is probably no other human being."

"Eternal One, this is what you want to say, right?" Anthony raised his head and said, turning to the portraits of the emperors. "The Immortal One is indeed one in a billion, but have you ever thought about it? In such a long period of time for human beings, Is there only one eternal person in the history of the world? "

he said, and the words made Petronilla feel uneasy inside.

"Where are the other immortals? Why didn't they become the saviors of tens of thousands of people?" He looked with a smile.

"Why was he the only one who created the Primarch and the Space Marines? What did he do?"

"what do you want to say in the end?"

"A story, Miss Petronilla, a true story." His face turned cold, like an icy mountain.

"The Emperor lied to us, he lied to everyone."