Chapter 338: Sharp Comments Time

“To: Perturabo, the Primarch of the Iron Warriors who has not yet broken through Satrada

“Talking to someone who can foresee the future and is happy to accept the mission he has chosen is probably one of the most relaxing things I have encountered in the past few decades.

“I believe we all know what kind of person you were at the beginning, so there is no need to talk about it. Your current achievements have made you one of the most eye-catching characters in the galaxy. Considering that this is a private letter, I am willing to talk about others boldly.

“Magnus, his Prospero is now an ideal temple of knowledge, and the rebuilt Tizca Library houses countless treasures of human wisdom. The lecturers of the temple gathered around him, exploring and managing the expansion of knowledge, just as the pyramids of the five schools surrounded the central library.

“Thirty years are enough to change a person and reshape his reshaped personality, but I somehow feel that these times seem to solidify in that red guy. Well, maybe this is a scholar.

“Before leaving his mental world, I asked him where he was going next.

"Magnus told me that the Tuchucha Engine was trembling underground, trying to find the direction it should go. Of course, under the joint blockade of the Emperor, Malcador and Magnus, it could not go anywhere. But its movement pointed to a unique green planet, Caliban, that was its name.

"I asked Magnus if he wanted to find an angel brother for himself like Conrad Curze, although this angel might not be as bright as Sanguinius.

"Magnus quickly refused, saying that it would be better to let the Emperor go by himself. He was afraid of encountering a second Mortarion who would pester him. It is said that the body he left on the throne world Terra could hardly smell normal.

"I finally asked him why he placed a plate of miniature lemons, the fruit version of the Mechanicus, at the core of the table. According to the logic of psychological correspondence, does this mean that after seeing Dorn turn red, he still couldn't help but taste one himself, and left an indelible impression. Before I finished asking, the mental world disappeared on the spot, and I had to return to Baal.

"Then I pulled Malcador back and asked him who would go to Caliban to find out. The Imperial Regent answered that Leman Russ was the man Magnus had recommended himself.

"Leman Russ, whose Fenris had only existed so far in his seemingly unrestrained mouth, never concealed his loyalty to the Emperor alone. It was hard not to be curious about what would happen between Leman Russ and the unknown Primarch on Caliban.

"Rogal Dorn, you know him better than I do. A well-deserved Imperial Fist, his Legion's name is probably the best description of him. Speaking of which, the few days you passed by Inwit were also relaxed and harmonious, at least compared with Prospero's Soul-Eating Bees in front and Nuceria's Ghosts behind, it was a smooth journey.

"If he could pay more attention to his mouth, there would be no regrets.

"I sincerely suggest that after you finish fighting the Satrada Abyss, you should find some brothers from all over the galaxy who are easy to get along with. However, there are not many people left now. The Primarch on Caliban has been taken over by Riemann, who has picked up the job. The temperament of the remaining eleven is unknown, but the five and nineteen seem to be easy to deal with.

"Conrad Curze, I think after visiting Gomor, no one else will want to visit his hometown for the second time. The same is true for Nostramo. Although it is unexpected, it is reasonable for him to choose to visit Baal. The connection between him and the Archangel Baal is even greater than that of any other Primarch.

"It's just that I think he just wanted to find someone to curse the prophecy with him at first, but now he has become the only one who can't see the trajectory of the world we are in. It's really worth lamenting. Even Mortarion can use the counting compass without a teacher.

"In addition, the report from his little friend Victor mentioned that they seemed to have encountered a group of creatures called Furnaceborn or something, and they seemed to be able to communicate. Recently, they are trying to see if they can start a stable trade.

"As for Sanguinius, he was ready to welcome the Emperor from the beginning. It was his ghoul army that really needed to make up its mind to welcome its gene-father.

"No need to waste words or exhort, he will come by himself, much less troublesome than Robert Guilliman, who still reluctantly misses his own area. Just like you always spend your efforts on the Olympia Cluster.

"Where his future will go is probably an uninterpretable and unpredictable mystery. He has many things hidden in his heart. At least he never told Konrad Curze how much he liked Curze's collection of wine.

"Ferrus Manus, it's difficult for me to evaluate him. I don't know him-mentioned him. I remembered that I didn't comment on Fulgrim. It seems that I am old and my memory is not clear. If he must have some kind of crux, I believe it is not actually in his competitive heart. Just as if a phoenix falls one day, the arrow that hits his wings cannot be simply called perfect.

"Angron, by the throne, the journey to Nuceria is second only to the journey to the Underworld, and is on a par with the days of Prospero!

“However, since Nuceria and the Ultramar worlds signed a series of economic and political agreements, it has rapidly developed into an idyllic high-quality agricultural world. ‘Flowers are blooming on the ground, the time for cutting potatoes has come, and the voices of turtledoves can be heard in our territory.’ Therefore, after the Olympic Games, Angron packed a videotape and sent it to Robert Guilliman to make up for the latter’s regret of not being able to witness the grand occasion.

“Angron also brought a message to Magnus on behalf of Robert, saying that Robert Guilliman had finally given up practicing psychic power, and asked if he could directly practice psychic protection, or other techniques to resist psychic power. If Mortarion has not left when Angron returns to Terra next time, Robert may get an answer that seems like a blessing from heaven at first glance.

"By the way, let me tell you a good thing I found recently in my collection. I found that I recorded your expression of three parts shock, three parts sadness, three parts embarrassment, three parts touching, and one part bewilderment when you saw Dorne returning to the world from the Bloody Domain with his skull transmitter. Those images are posted in the album I made for you, and I will treasure them.

"From Robert Guilliman to Horus Lupercal, their personalities are either well known or I just described them to you in detail in last year's letter. It's not too late for me to share them when there are other strange things later.

"Lorgar Aurelion. I got his file from Malcador. To be honest, I haven't seen this kind of religious enthusiast for a long time-every time he arrives at a place, if the missionary work goes well, he will consolidate the local fanatical atmosphere of dedication to the empire. Once the missionary work fails, he will directly use the Sky Punishment Artillery, and even the knight family that cooperates with it has developed a knight armor called the Sky Punishment Dread Knight.

"He is probably the most fundamentalist expeditioner. Perhaps his legion should not be called the Word Bearers, but the Crusaders. I guess it is only because of his amazing efficiency in the expedition that the Emperor has not taken him to Terra to teach him a lesson.

"And I really didn't expect that there are still a series of manuscripts on Colchis that the Emperor and a few people messed up in his early years. At that time, the Emperor still dreamed of playing the role of God to save his people. Now... at least he doesn't admit it.

"Alas, even the complete version of Hamlet cannot be found in the galaxy, and Eliot's The Waste Land is only a fragment of sentences. Edgar Allan Poe's works disappeared because some people took it literally to call on evil spirits. Why was there a box of Bibles neatly buried next to the incubator when Lorgar was born in the yellow sand?

"Well, this may be related to the fact that Colchis was one of the first planets to be settled when humans first entered the universe and explored the starry sea. The ancestors who did this extraordinary and arduous thing often had unshakable faith in their hearts-or were paid a lot of money. Faith can be born from ideas or from religion. Perhaps the immigrants of Colchis belong to the latter.

"Speaking of the Heavenly Punishment Dread Knight, I wonder if you have seen its design drawings. It is simply too stupid to understand. Its driver is fixed in front of the outside of the armor, wearing only a power armor, instead of protecting himself inside the knight's armor, trusting all the energy shields and faith in your emperor?

"Don't design war weapons like this in the future, even if you let the driver wear a terminator, don't do this.

"Vulcan is a very good person. If you want a new friend, my suggestion would be the Lord of Fire Dragon. On the one hand, his character is trustworthy. On the other hand, he is the Primarch with the biggest height difference from Alpharius and Omegan, and there is no need to worry about any disguise from Hydra.

"This letter is the longest one I have written recently. I wish you can finish the Satrada Abyss as soon as possible. The Emperor will give you more tasks. I bet it is not just to build the Judgment Theater on a planet called Nikea. There is also a war report hidden on his desk."

Morse folded the letter and threw it into the transmission spell chain, throwing it to his side on Perturabo's side. To be precise, this will cause the letter to fall silently into a cabinet and arouse the alarm measures installed by Perturabo.

He looked at the sky of Baal. It was not too late. Conrad Curze had been staying in the sky recently and had never landed. Sanguinius went into the crater of Baal. Before the Emperor arrived, he took the time to spread the glorious ideas of the Great Crusade to the people of Baal so that they could better connect with the expedition fleet at that time.

Heavy gravitational tides, man-made weapon attacks, and geological evolution over the years have created a semi-natural giant circular crater in the Seraph Mountains of Baal, which is isolated from radioactive dust and is an impeccable theater prototype.

Over the years, this is where the Archangel of Baal preaches to his people and conveys his beliefs and orders. The winged Archangel climbed onto the white stone carved platform in the center of the crater, opened his arms, and preached among tens of thousands of Baal people gathered here. His golden hair seemed to absorb and radiate the blazing light of the sun at the same time.

At first, a few years ago, Sanguinius stood here.

At that time, he was still a strange boy who fell from the sky, with his wings folded behind his back, which could only help him fly shakily in the hot wind. Any Baal who heard of his existence suspected whether he was one of the mutants, who had intentionally or unintentionally broken into their pure-blooded humans and tried to gain trust.

But after the first speech, no, from the moment Sanguinius stepped onto the podium, the pure-blood tribes knelt willingly at his feet and swore to follow him.

Under his leadership, the tribes of Baal learned to move from fighting each other to a united front against mutants.

Sanguinius's unparalleled leadership gave Baal's warriors infinite power, and the angels descended from the sky, holding spears in the wind and charging into the battlefield, and the anger of each shot could cut a blood flower, paving a bloody footprint and road for the warriors in advance.

The most recent public speech was also a few years ago. On that day, Sanguinius announced that Baal had won the war against the mutant wave. From then on, the angel's victorious smile was regarded as an eternal artistic theme by Baal's painters, depicted on all flat and curved surfaces that could express reverence.

Today's call was unexpected and expected by everyone. The angel sat on the stone platform washed with hot sand, with a relaxed posture, his wings drooping, comfortably wrapping the archangel's body.

He came here not only as a leader, but also as a friend and guide.

"I have stayed here long enough," said Sanguinius. "I will set out to the places in the Milky Way, such as the Solar System, the Ultramarine System, the small star regions, the galaxies, and many other worlds."

"I will go to the road between the stars, walk in front of you, and find more people for you to travel. In the clouds of artillery fire. In the swaying of wheat. I will find a way for you to take, and this is what I hope to give you.

"In this way, I must put the three stars of Baal before you and return your home to you.

"I have borne enough burdens to manage you, and I can no longer bear them alone. Your troubles, your troubles, and your luck are ultimately yours.

"You only need to guard your mind diligently, follow your wisdom and prudence, keep the law, and listen to the voice of me and the Empire.

" "The human empire will take care of your life and your well-being. If it doesn't, ask me for it."

Inside the crater around the platform, the warriors of the pure-blood tribe imitated the angels' posture, sat on the ground, and listened attentively to the teachings of the archangels.

Under the gentle propaganda these days, people have long known that the time for the angels to return to the starry sky is approaching, and although their souls are still on the ground, they have seen a glory that is higher than hope.

Among them, there is a warrior who appeared at an unknown time and whose identity is unknown. He stood, not hiding his height or the golden light on his body, but miraculously no one noticed him.

Like any other warrior present, he listened attentively to the angel's words, and nodded slightly when others on the field responded to the angel's call.

"You must choose leaders who are smart, knowledgeable, and virtuous according to the tribes and tribes that I have re-divided, according to the image you need, and know them and be governed by what you agree with.

"Do not steal, do not frame, do not oppress, and do not covet other people's houses and property.

"Do not fight with your compatriots, do not fight with each other. Do not harass others without reason, do not rob, cheat, murder, or betray.

"Do not forget the principles of justice and do things, do not examine the appearance of others, do not think about the nobility of others, do not think about the rich and the poor. You cannot accept bribes.

"Do not kill the son for the father, do not kill the father for the child, do not pervert justice. Do not treat sins outside of yourself.

"The empire will allow you to do many things, but the above things are forbidden by me. I think these are not good, and they are selfishness beyond peace and loyalty, so I give these instructions to you.

"Do not be afraid to ask for the rewards you deserve. I encourage you to cherish your place.

"Do good things. Honor your parents, love your children. Be friendly to your friends. Be close to your wife or husband. Do these things with all your heart and strength.

"When you go to war with the empire and your enemies, and see many weapons and people, do not be afraid of them. At that time, I will definitely be ahead of you, and I will make a covenant with you.

"If there is a difficult decision, leave it in the council and present it to me. I will not leave and never return, or say goodbye to you forever.

"But don't ask about everything, I will be very busy, and you will also find out how good you are at surviving. You raised me and allowed me to be your leader. This is what you created and brought to yourself."

The angel stood up, flapped his wings, rose into the air, stretched his arms to both sides, and his noble head drooped mercifully, white wings spread out, and golden rings were dazzling, shining like stars.

He looked down at his people.

"Do not worship idols made by human hands, carved from wood or stone. Do not set up pillars, worship images, or offer burnt offerings to them.

"It cannot hear, see, or smell, and has no true divinity. There are no miracles, no divine works, and it is not to be feared, and it has no use. When you encounter all kinds of difficulties, you will seek it, but you will not find God.

"If anyone makes an idol, carves, or casts it, and sets it up in secret, he must be removed.

"If there are people among you who claim to be a prophet of dreams or an apostle of gods, do not be afraid, do not obey or cover up, because this is a fraud and seduction of rebellion, and you must remove such sins from you.

"Go and keep your laws, decrees, ordinances, and commandments, and do not turn aside to the left or right. I love you for yourselves, and I hope that you love yourselves.

"In this way, you will have water, oil, salt, livestock, grain, wine, honey, grapes, clothing, and houses.

"I have explained to you today life and blessing, death and disaster one by one."

"Now, my destiny has come." The angel lowered his eyes and smiled gently and lovingly, "He is already among us."

After speaking, the angel folded his wings and glided slowly downwards, his distinct white feathers seemed to be soaked in golden light.

He landed in front of the golden man. The man in golden armor raised his calm and solemn face and stretched out his rough hand upwards.

The angel held the Emperor's palm and continued to fall until he knelt silently at the Emperor's knees, crystal tears rolling down his cheeks and soaking into the dust.

Where the tears fell, snow-white stone flowers bloomed on the barren and filthy soil of Baal II.

Under the blazing sun of Baal, the Blood Angel was born here.