Chapter 237 Dusk Dance

Perturabo was certain that his brother, who was playing the role of warrior and god of murder, was subtly conveying to him the hints hidden behind the lines of the play. More precisely, he believed that Bloody Kane was asking him for permission to help in the future.

Unfortunately, however, even without mentioning his ignorance of the Eldar mythology, he has not yet escaped from the Primarch, and the long garment made of dozens of skins, sewn and ironed, has brought him It was a mental shock.

From Magnus to Robert Guilliman, his blood relatives come in all shapes and sizes. However, even the most barbaric Leman Russ has never done the amazing thing of peeling off the abnormal rawhide, dipping it in alkali, splitting it, tanning and painting it, and making clothes for wearing.

"A thousand blades I will forge," Perturabo responded. "No deception, no concealment."

His brother's dark eyes were deep, and he showed no joy even if he got the promise; his thin but strong fingers let go of Perturabo's neck, and the deep white marks remaining on the pads of his fingers proved that he had no intention of holding back. intensity.

"I await your achievements, my friend." Bloodhand Kane hissed hoarsely.

The singing and dancing of the troupe continued behind the scenes, with long-lasting music, and pre-configured hallucinogenic neurostimulating gas was spread invisible in the hall, matching the flashing luster and leaping sparks, as well as the original beaded rings, hairpins, and brocade clothes in the banquet hall. The brilliant light brings the hall into a hazy and dreamy background of bright stars.

Actors from different troupes sang high and low tunes, dancing like flames around the forged Vaal.

"A thousand stars and a craftsman, a hammer and a fake blade, the goddess who gave us tears was released, leaving only Kane who realized the truth too late. The god of forging is just a person who breaks his promise, and intentional betrayal brings Here comes the overwhelming hatred!”

Conrad Coates turned to the people outside the theater, walked striding between tables, leaned over and drew out a long sword, flipping it in his hand, and suddenly pointed the blade of the sword at half of the hall's spectators from top to bottom. One after another, the sword points are pointed directly at the fragile neck of the viewer, which is exposed beyond the gorgeous collar.

"Look at this mortal sword, fragile steel! Val has deceived me, Val has deceived Kane!" Kane shouted, "My revenge will last until the last moment! Tell me, you who use the soul stone to delusion and Yi Where is Val, the humble heir of Shatan, the escaped Forger!"

Konrad Kurtz's eyes swept across the inconspicuous Asdubar Viktor in the crowd. He threw the long sword directly in the direction of Viktor, and the sharp blade whizzed past the motionless man. In Victor's ears, he sang loudly: "Kill me! Or be killed by me!"

"I'm here, Kane." Perturabo took up his part of the drama.

Even though he had no ready-made scripts for reference, the plays he enjoyed at the Olympia Theater still gave him sufficient knowledge of drama. He also grabbed a sword from the surrounding auditorium and held it in the palm of his metal frame, adapting to the strange balance caused by the missing middle finger.

"Our conflicts will end today. Perturabo said in a calm and low voice, "The past will be discussed in the future. "

Kane turned his back to Val and sneered. "The future? Val, what you are talking about is far away and yet so close! The future is distorted and turbid, full of errors and omissions, and unreasonable!"

Konrad Coze turned back to his tall body, his dark eyes unblinking: "Anaris at dawn, the thousandth blade that was never completed, now reappears in your palm! Although I am an evil god, you Why should you cause trouble! Fight with me, God of Forging!"

The temporary fall of the voice combined with the rise of the music, the dancing troupe members like a red and blue storm poured out from the dusk-like stage path and the blinding fog like a dream, holding ice-blue crystal pistols and The sharp long knives were used in tacit understanding, and they danced the sword in pairs.

"Come back with me," said Perturabo.

The Primarch snorted coldly, his expression fixed on a kind of neurotic mockery. Suddenly, he started moving.

Perturabo's mechanical body took a step back, trying to pass the sudden attack from the opposing Primarch. However, this mechanical creation was unable to match the basic qualities of his original body in all aspects, let alone his basic judgment. It is giving him a bad conclusion, that is, even if he comes here today, he will not be able to go through many evenly matched rounds with this strange brother in the sudden close combat.

The primarch's pale hands reached out of the brown leather robe, grabbed his mechanical arm bones, and quickly squeezed into the gap of the joint, faster than anyone Perturabo had ever seen. The steel giant's energy furnace buzzed, and a torrent of energy rushed toward his arm. The flesh and blood cracked under the hissing lightning, but he could not force the opponent to let go of his bone-claw-like palm.

"Fight with me! Perturabo!" Conrad Curze shouted his name, his tone gradually becoming excited or crazy, "Fight with all your strength! As a first sight gift!"

Perturabo was even more surprised as he swung the prop sword he had picked up. The two-meter-long broad blade was only moderately sized in his hand. He soon found that his battle was hit by obstacles at every turn. Neither his limited speed nor the slashing power of the sword could cope with the high-speed attack of the Primarch in front of him.

His brother's fight was swifter than a swordfish in the sea, fiercer than a lion on land. Every attack brought by the claw-like fingers was precise and deadly. The only reason why there were no casualties was Perturabo's alternative body based on machinery.

And he didn't want to release the power of the Star God fragment here, this unknown power was beyond his control.

The sword in Perturabo's hand slashed at the belly of the Primarch, and his fist that broke free of his grip smashed into the opponent's face, while his enemy moved and spun with the leather he was wearing, his sprained nails exuded the bloody smell of stimulating nerves, and the corners of his mouth were hooked with abnormal joy, and his offensive was like an irresistible evening wind.

They grappled, wrestled, hit and roared continuously, the soles of their heels drew pattern-like ripples on the ground, and their understanding and anger of each other rose steadily in the battle.

Perturabo's sword stabbed the opponent, but that was all he could do. He was knocked sideways to the ground by the enemy, and the blade was taken away, and the opponent nailed him directly to the side of his neck, which happened to be stuck in the corner gap of the mechanical structure.

The crazy brother rode on top of him, lowered his head, his pale face was only a palm away from his half-mechanical face, his eyes wide open with joy, his clean teeth stained red with blood.

"I will nail you to your anvil and declare my complete victory!" Amid the wailing music and low drum beats, the person playing Cain laughed non-stop, "Tell me, God of Forge, have you ever betrayed, are you betraying, or are you going to betray!"

"Who will you betray?" Perturabo asked.

"Hahaha!" The Primarch laughed loudly, his tense facial muscles gradually relaxed, and the tortured twitching seeped out from the corners of his mouth, "Yes, who will you betray!"

Perturabo had intended to keep silent. He didn't even know if this was a problem of the brother himself or a link in the original myth, but the flash he caught in the corner of his eye made him subconsciously shout a reminder: "Gun--"

A sudden gunshot broke out from the crowd, and a bullet flew straight to the back of the Primarch's head, and he dodged it with his head tilted as if he had foreseen it.

He drew his sword and stood up, spitting out a mouthful of blood onto the blade, and the bloody blade spun around the field.

"Who!"

The music suddenly stopped.

Thank you, Mr. Jiuyou, thank you very much!