Chapter 486: Rebirth From the Ashes: Lies of the Emperor (Part 2)

"Constantine, are you still listening?"

"Yes, Miss Pedroneira, please go ahead."

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There was no one in the quiet gallery, so quiet that it was almost deathly silent. The eyes of the paintings were staring at Pedronela blankly, as if the audience had come alive, watching the dialogue on the stage.

She looked at Anthony in silence. She was speechless in this dead silence for a long time, and then spoke after a while.

"Anthony, do you know what you just said?" she said, and Anthony just smiled, as if he didn't understand what she said.

"I will not take back my words, Pedronilla Viva. You vowed to choose to record the truth no matter how ugly it is, and I will tell you the truth."

"But before that, let's move on to another story." He said and turned away. "When you finish listening, you will know everything you need to know. Then, make your choice."

He started walking, walking along the empty gallery, under the gaze of those godless eyes, "Look, our beautiful home among Macragge, how beautiful it is, isn't it?"

Anthony stopped in front of a painting. "It's hard to find such a beautiful place all over the Milky Way. The gods have given me luck. I was born in Macragge and was born into a noble family."

"My family is quite prestigious in the local area. Even the Chapter Master of Calgar knows our surname for the same reason." He said looking at Guilliman in the painting and the blue angels surrounding him. .

"My family has given birth to the largest number of Ultramarines in Macragge in the past years. There are dozens of the Emperor's Angels of Death, and several of them eventually became company commanders or were quite respected. status.”

"So we kids grew up hearing stories about the Angel of Death. Like all the boys in Macragge, my brother and I longed to be chosen to become another generation of our family's pride, to make our names the new The protagonist of the story has been sung for a long time.”

Anthony said, raising his head and looking at the angel in the painting indifferently, "I am the eldest son in the family. I am better than my brothers in every aspect, including swordsmanship, knowledge and everything, but they finally chose my brother. , not me."

There was resentment and reluctance in his words, "Why? I asked the Chapter Chaplain at that time why it was him and not me. He didn't answer me, he just turned around and left."

"I asked many people, and they told me that I lacked qualifications and was not selected by the Chapter." He said, "But in what way am I inferior to my brothers? We were born at the same time, learned and grew together, and I, Better than him, always.”

He stared viciously at the Astartes in the painting. After staring at the giant, he turned away and continued walking along the darkness of the gallery.

"My brother became an Astartes and became a being beyond mortals. When he returns home again, everyone needs to kneel down and salute him, and I do the same."

"But I know that under that superman's body is a mortal. He is no different from us. I know him, I know him, but why, why is he that special, and who decides what is special?"

"So I began to search, why are the Astartes special? People told me that they are the descendants of the Primarch, the blood of the Emperor, the descendants of the divine blood, so they are different from us."

Petronila followed him, listening to his self-narration in silence. He kept scanning the paintings on both sides, most of which had Astartes figures. Mortals surrendered to them and knelt down, praising them. of greatness and immortality.

"I later inherited the position of the family, but wealth and fame did not change me. The statue of my brother is in the garden. Like all the chosen ones in the past, I look at them and always remember what I am looking for."

"Why are they special?" Anthony said, his eyes scanning a painting with portraits of the Emperor and the Primarchs, "And, why are they special?"

Those words made Pedrone shudder. It was not just an ordinary description, but also made her feel a little scared, but he continued to speak.

"I have consulted numerous documents, ancient books, and spent many years looking for facts, but all I found were the same answers that told me they were gods, gods, and angels, so they were unique."

"Over time, I began to get tired of it, but just when I wanted to give up, a book appeared. I don't know where it came from, but it appeared on my desk, among many other books. Together."

There was excitement in Anthony's words. He looked back with a twinkle in his eye, "It attracted me, and it also gave me a different answer. The book records that the emperor created a gene in the Himalayas. Primarchs, not as the Ecclesiarchy scriptures say.”

"Creation, Pedroneira, that word is creation, not birth, birth of." He became excited, "That means they are not born unique, they are created, man-made weapons, but Weapons can be forged again.”

"He created twenty-one weapons, and used them to give birth to the Astartes, those angels. At that moment, I completely understood that they were not unique."

Anthony raised his arms, circled them, and moved on.

"I have a new direction to search for, a possibility, an unprecedented possibility, I am no different from my brother, I can also be called an angel, we can all be!"

He shouted loudly, and the voice echoed in the gallery and scared Petronilla. He seemed to realize it, apologized to Petronilla with regret, and his voice calmed down.

"I started to look for how the Emperor created the Primarchs? Some people say that he is the most powerful immortal, so only his blood can give birth to the Primarch."

He whispered, "But that's a lie. I know that there is not only one immortal in the world, the Emperor. In the past, there were many. I followed this clue to find it. Unexpectedly, it was not difficult, as if someone was guiding me in the dark."

"I have seen more ironclad evidence of the existence of immortals from past legends, scriptures and stories. They have existed widely in human history and have miraculous powers. He is not unique. The Emperor has never been the chosen one."

He passed by a painting of the Emperor and never looked at it again, but immersed in his own words.

"Then why is the Emperor the only unique one? Or, what about the other immortals? They suddenly disappeared, and at a certain moment they all disappeared, leaving only the Emperor and the Supreme Marshal."

"I spent years looking for the truth, digging out mysteries and classics. I turned over all the ancient books I could find, including some that were called banned books, but I found nothing." He was silent for a moment, "But just like the bottleneck moment at the beginning, the sudden enlightenment came again."

"I heard that on a mining planet, miners dug up an ancient data template that recorded the knowledge of ancient times. I don't know why, but the voice in the dark guided me to find it. The truth I am looking for is in it."

He raised his hands like a prophet leading the world in the painting. He put his hands in front of him, as if holding something.

"I hired mercenaries to kill the priests sent by the Mechanicus, as well as all the miners, and faked an accident and landslide, burying them and the accident underground. No one knew that the ancient secret book had come into my hands."

"That voice is right, I found the truth in it, Miss Petronilla." He turned around suddenly, and the paranoid and eager eyes scared Petronilla, just like a crazy explorer.

He shouted, not knowing what dangerous thing he was looking for.

"The data records the first time humans flew into the universe, and the records of the ancient days when fossil fuels were used as rockets." He raised his finger, "It records a group of immortals who flew across the stars in a spacecraft and went to a planet called Moro."

He said, "What are they looking for there? There is no answer in the data." His face gradually turned cold as he spoke.

"But among them, only one person survived, and he came back, while all the other immortals died. From then on, the stories of immortals began to become rare, scarce, and eventually disappeared."

"You know who that is, right? Miss Viva, you know who he is." He asked, but Petronilla did not answer, and said nothing.

Anthony looked at her in silence for a moment, "You know the truth."

He was silent for a while before speaking, "After that person came back, after that person established the human empire, the planet Moro disappeared from all records, and this time happened to coincide perfectly with the moment when the original body was first born."

Petronilla felt cold, a biting chill swept through her body, her intuition told her to cover her ears, turn around and run away immediately, and never listen.

But her body did not move, and she did not cover her ears.

"I couldn't find any information about Moro, as if it had suddenly disappeared. Later, ah, that is, now, I joined Guilliman's army because I thought it would allow me to find more things. Power always brings more discoveries."

"I found it. When Guilliman ordered the revival of the knowledge of the Empire and the excavation of the ancient documents and knowledge that had been sealed for a long time, I bribed the History Court to get an ancient navigation record. It was the record of a wandering trader."

"He discovered a planet called Moro in the past and set out to explore it. He had no purpose, maybe to rest, maybe to find supplies, but in any case, not long after that voyage, the wandering trader disappeared and evaporated from the face of the earth."

He narrowed his eyes and clenched his fingers slightly , with a faint smile, "Someone is hiding something, deceiving, hoping to hide something, and I will find it."

"In a rare brief meeting later, I asked Lord Guilliman about Moro. He didn't say a word, but told me that it was a dangerous planet and had been destroyed."

"He lied, just like his emperor, he tried to deceive me, but I know that Moro was destroyed in his hands. From an extremely ancient recorder's solitary document, I learned that during the Horus Heresy, he had set foot on Moro with Lion. Orr's Johnson and Saint. Gilles."

Anthony narrowed his eyes, with a faint smile on his lips, "They were looking for something there, and then they destroyed Moro, pinned the planet into cosmic dust, and destroyed the things on it to prevent others from knowing."

"He drove me away, and not long after that conversation, I was assigned to the Crusade and exiled from Terra." He sneered.

"Like the Emperor, he hid something on Moro, he deceived us, hid it." He smiled, "But I know, I know what they are trying to hide, that is their ugliest secret, the Primarch, The secret of the Space Marines, and indeed of the Emperor himself, the secret that makes them unique."

"It's interesting, isn't it? The Emperor went to Moro, and from that came the Primarchs and the Space Marines, and Guilliman went, and from that the Primaris Space Marines were born, the unique Chosen One? God? Hmph."

Pedronilla frowned at the contemptuous words, the resentment and vicious curses on his lips.

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

"You know, Miss Pedronela, you knew it from the beginning, right? I didn't try to hide it." He walked up and came to Pedronela.

"They were never unique, the Emperor, the Primarch, the Space Marines. They called us mortals and asked us to kneel down." His voice was cold. "This is just their lie, the lie of the chosen ones. They Exclusively and monopolizing the way of evolution and sublimation to become extraordinary has left us at the bottom of the ladder.”

"They are a group of liars, arrogant liars." He said coldly.

Petronila stared at him and was silent for a while before speaking, "Why are you telling me these things? What exactly do you want me to do?"

"Write these things down and make them public?"

"No, in that case you will just disappear like the Rogue Trader and the old chronicler."

"No, Miss Pedrónila Viva, what I want is not what you do now, but when the moment of evolution comes, when the secrets they concealed are revealed, when the supreme beings of the highest heaven are here. When you give us enlightenment, you record everything that is."

He raised his palms, like a prophet before his death, "I want to know, what will you do? After knowing all the truth, will you continue to choose to fabricate lies for the false emperor, or will you stand on the side of the truth, no matter the cost. "

"Your answer, Miss Petronilla. Don't face me with silence. Tell me your answer."

His eyes were fixed on her, and the eyes in the painting in the dead corridor were fixed on her, and after a long time, she opened her mouth and gave her answer.

At the same time, the long voyage had ended, and Victoria Prime appeared on the other side of the gap in front of the battleship.