Chapter 214 Battle of Macragge (0)

I am Alpharius - this is a lie.

If you want to believe it, ma'am, I can tell you my story, because you're not listening.

I don't remember my origins. Even a life as extraordinary as mine does not know what kind of existence I am before I open my eyes, take birth form, or leave the place where I was born.

I only remember those vague fragments and lost impressions, those dim and dark fragments, the hazy music wandering in the endless swirling world of brilliance, and the only eternal shining one, shining brightly above all things. end.

He gave a part of it to me, giving me birth out of void and darkness. I was so lost after He left.

I should have woken up some night or day when it was cold enough for water to condense.

I knew my name, something handed it to me, and I said it silently to myself. When I mention it, I don't feel any sense of purpose or high praise. I just acquired it, a convenient title, a given end.

I sat there and smelled the industrial pollution. The complex smell of man-made chemicals burned my airways, but not enough to hurt me. I recognized the debris around me, the extended pipes, the intertwined pieces of broken iron, the discarded light signs pressing against the metal limbs in the potholes.

I stood up and looked at my body, from my palms and arms to my torso and legs. I realized that my body shape was taller and more complete than I had thought. If a more accurate word were to be used, I would have chosen cold and pale.

I shook off the garbage residue in the pothole and stood among the waste paper boxes soaked with toxic liquids, rusty metal plates, large amounts of discarded carbon fiber, expired medicines, plastics, damaged clothes dryers, used fluorescent lamps and surveillance cameras. The top of the screen piled up, letting the gorgeous darkness fall on my body.

Looking at the dazzling multi-colored lights in the distance and the planetary transit space stations across the sky, I know that countless short-distance aircraft and shuttles were once extremely busy and ineffective, transporting medicine, food, weapons and clothing between the stars and the atmosphere. Now all transportation has stopped, and I am the only living person in this area, born amidst the accumulation of fermented industrial waste that is enough to completely destroy the physiological health of an ordinary human being in seconds.

At this moment, I suddenly felt that the place I was in symbolized some kind of extinct silence after expansion, the darkness in the beauty, and the end in the brilliance. I understood the purpose for which I was created, and, for the first time, I began to doubt it.

In addition, I also know that I have the ability to use the most simple navigation device to guide ships to make short-distance subspace jumps. Amazingly, I knew it before I experienced any practice.

Some rodents came closer, lingering on the edge of the garbage pit. They search for wealth in abandoned potholes, and more desperation enough to sustain their lives. I approached them, killed them, and stepped naked into the deserted city before me, knowing that my journey had begun.

The child raised his head and saw the aircraft landing and the golden giant landing on the ground. All the scavengers fell to the ground instantly with the impact of a force, like a wall of garbage being kicked down. The giant called the child his son, expressing his surprise and trying to make him ignore the giant's attempt to conceal his presence by killing all passers-by in an instant. The first answer He inadvertently gave the child was to keep it a secret, no matter the cost.

I think it didn't give that kid enough peace of mind, of course, no doubt about it.

Anyway, lady, the enemy is coming. They were so familiar to me, and I was not carrying my weapon, Sarris Anata, and in the original plan, all this fighting should not have happened. Anyway, we have to head to the next cave to hide.

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"Have no regard for me, my brother. Kill our enemies."

Robert Guilliman said that the dagger worked perfectly with the bolt gun in his hands. His martial arts were based on superb technical training and complex rational calculations. The silver light reflected during the attack had a carefully controlled and regular rhythm.

"The moment they choose to betray, death will be Macragge's only sentence for them."

"You are angry, Robert," said Perturabo.

His hand cannon is far too powerful for a mortal soldier, capable of blowing a shelled individual all over the place. The same goes for his warhammer, the difference being the way the dead are spread out on the ground. So Perturabo is currently using a mortal sword he picked up casually. The thing is like an insignificant little toy in his hand, but fortunately it is deadly enough.

When his small sword passed through the chest of a soldier, Perturabo immediately felt that the touch was different from ordinary people. The hand cannon connected by nerve cables fired immediately at the moment the thought appeared, hitting the soldier's upper body directly, but it did not have the desired effect.

The camouflage film of human skin color and its armor were completely torn apart, and what was exposed to the air was a lump of yellow flesh with deep purple stripes. It was once bound by the shell into the shape of a human, and in just a few breaths It quickly expanded back to its original ugly image, and the transparent hollow sac on its back bulged, revealing a human head hidden inside.

"What is that!" Robert yelled.

"The alien that your father Connaugh said." Perturabo quickly understood the existence of the biological structure. It was a biotechnology product that was half a porter and half a combat machine. The transparent cavity on the back was obviously highly efficient. storage tool, it seems that the owner it serves has a need for heads. "This rebellion is not just the result of human greed. The help of external forces gave the fools the arrogant courage."

He leaned back, close to Robert's back, to put several fleeing soldiers within range of his hand cannon. After a roar, Perturabo asked: "Continue to the Senate?"

Robert gritted his teeth: "Yes. We must convene a Senate meeting to stabilize the overall situation, stop the rebellion on the planet, suppress other factions that are ready to move, declare the victory of the Connaught family, and at the same time show our position to the shadows in the dark."

"Okay," said Perturabo. "So you know Macragge is politically unstable."

"I thought..." Robert Guilliman swallowed his words and drove the surging emotions to the edge of his brain, "I have known Gloria for so many years."

"Keep fighting, my brother," said Perturabo. "I have made the same mistakes as you. At least you can be sure that nothing will happen to Conor under Morse's care."

"Who is he?" Robert couldn't help but ask, "How much does he know?"

Perturabo ran with Robert through the city, firing at the enemy.

The number of bullets Robert Guilliman used proved that he was far angrier than he let on, subconsciously observing all the hidden corners and darkened windows as he advanced, Perturabo guessed he couldn't help but To find traces of Tarasha Yuton.

"He's trustworthy, that's the only thing I know for sure," Perturabo said.

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I smell a brother, bloody, brutal. He led his team to land in this neighborhood, hunting our enemies with such vigorous and swift posture, like a group of well-trained hounds, given the name that can only be used by human warriors.

Angron. I knew nothing about him other than that he had just returned to the Legion, and I hated the lack of information.

His appearance should have surprised me, even displeased me. But my humility is leading me to admit that I am grateful for his unexpected arrival.

If he didn't show up, I might have to find a way to take you to fight, ma'am.

If you are irreparably harmed as a result, it will be a failure that I cannot accept. It is not difficult to imagine that this failure will leave an eternal crack in the role I need to play. Alpharius will be accompanied by an unforgivable stain. To this world that is ending. I will live up to Malcador's permission and the Emperor's observation.

It all started with a test, ma'am, or rather a free favor from me.

Without some strong enough catalyst, the dissenting voices in the Macragge Senate will forever remain unfired bullets in the barrel, and I just want to keep the crisis under control. Afterwards, I will depart, leaving the crowning honors to Roboute Guilliman. No one will ever know that I've been to Macragge.

That should have been a successful exercise, right? I remember Konstantin Waldo named it Game of Blood.

I make mistakes. The hand that induces rebellion is stretched out by maggots. Schloss people. This is their name.

Listen, the sound of their fighting is just outside the room where we hide. The ax split open the disgusting bodies of the worms, and the spears pierced them one by one and nailed them to the wall. I heard the hiss of liquids dripping onto the ground that were strong enough to corrode steel armor. Even my skin would be damaged by this level of corrosion.

In Basafor, I was chased by them, and the intelligence network I established was invaded by them. That was my first unknown failure.

I thought I was getting rid of them, leaving these alien creatures that were invading the human world in their dark and gloomy disc aircraft thousands of light years away. I don't. They hide among my subordinates, like insects parasitic on the backs of healthy species, sucking flesh and blood and injecting anesthesia to hide their evil deeds.

This isn't the first time they've taken advantage of human civil unrest for their own benefit, and I don't understand why they do what they do. I don't understand their minds, struggle to dismantle their logic, struggle against their endless patience, and the only thing I'm sure of is that they allow my mistakes to rise to the surface of the world.

Just beyond this wall, I heard the sounds of fighting fading, the roar of chainsaws and the blast of grenades dying to a halt. Fortunately, these aliens underestimated the power of the Empire. After all, the human regimes they had easily overthrown were too weak and vulnerable to the Emperor's Human Empire. Angron is destroying it all.

Wait a minute, ma'am. Once Angron has destroyed the aliens that hinder our progress, I will lead you to the next safe place. Operating in stealth is my gift, and we will get through this crisis safely. I guarantee that you will emerge from the Council Chamber unscathed and I will depart on the next merchant ship, using my gift to guide navigators until I find those magical entrances...

The heavy ax suddenly cut through the wall, and I turned over, my heart beating violently. Bricks rumbled above my head, the brass gladiator's armor crafted by the Adeptus Mechanicus accentuating its majesty and enormity in the dusk light, a tidal sound rising and falling from the joints of the armor with every movement of the Primarch. , the whole world seemed to be shaken.

His next precise strike proved that his act of knocking down the wall was not a test. I rolled on the ground to avoid the blow, deftly imitating the panicked actions of mortals, making me look terrified enough: "Sir, I am not a traitor!"

Seriously speaking, we are both Primarchs, even if I am not wearing armor and my weapon is away, we should have equal strength to fight. But there is no need for me to break away from my role and rashly expose my...

Angron's laughter was like the collapse of rocks: "I can't hear your emotions, pretender! Before you confess your identity, pay the price for your actions!"

Angron's battle axe slashed in an instant, and the whistling wind was mixed with the hot breath that was enough to shatter the earth and rocks. Every heavy attack was chopped on the beat of the heartbeat. His smile was almost a sneer, and my evasion was embarrassing, not to mention that I had to pay attention to the life and death of Tarasha Udon.

The strength I once boasted of was shattered by another Primarch’s slashing with the armor, and my speed and agility had nowhere to be used in the limited indoor space. I was trapped in the safe house I prepared, and I was annoyed why I reinforced the walls to such an indestructible degree.

I thought about how I could escape from the hands of an adult Primarch with unprecedented anxiety, and tried my best to find all opportunities.

Even when I was far away from the human empire, fighting pirates, aliens, and political systems with technological relics with extremely limited resources, and developing my own power with nothing, I had never encountered such an unequal and inescapable fight.

Finally, I was hit by the axe back that suddenly twisted, and my body smashed against the wall behind me. My internal organs hurt and my leg bones cracked.

I knew it was time to stop. I couldn’t die today. I hadn’t fought among the stars to the best of my ability and fulfilled my mission. I died before my talent was fully utilized and died with shameful failure before the Empire got a complete Shadow Blade.

"Stop!" I yelled, "Stop!"

The axe was at my ear, and if I had hair, a tuft of it would have been cut off. Angron's scarred face approached me, and his brass eyes were filled with terrible pressure.

I gasped, and there was still one thing I didn't understand. How was I found?

Then I saw a black-robed figure walking next to Angron. I was shocked to find that I had seen him before.

We had met once in the market a month ago, and I immediately remembered every word he said at that time, "Secret Police", he mentioned this word. Could he have recognized me at that time? There was absolutely no reason.

"Who are you!" Angron roared.

"I am Alpharius!" I said quickly.

The black-robed man approached me, staring at my face, thinking.

Then he said: "This is a lie."

Slaugth, space worm people, because there is no unified translation, so it is directly transliterated here.