Chapter 259 Emergency Renovation

Like her king said, the remains of Lilia Ender could speak.

To be more precise, she spoke Nostramor as fluently as Eldar. Because Ms. Valkyra Uris, the Haemonculi deputy under the king, immediately took the initiative to invent a language indoctrination device for the king when she arrived in this human world that the king paid special attention to.

Just insert the probe into the cerebral cortex, and complex biotechnology will push the needle and burn a complete set of language modules in a healthy or defective brain.

After that, they only need to endure the sweet pain of dizziness for a few days - which symbolizes the king's care for them, and they can use the indoctrinated language as proficiently as their native tongue.

Through the second layer of skin that was close to the flesh and blood of her face, the iron fence mask she had been given by Blood Hou Kezi, Lilia Ande saw another human holding a box of gifts requested by the king, tremblingly coming to her Report in front of you.

Why do they always look so scared?

"This is a used gas lamp. There are fragments from twenty years ago, a cover from eighteen years ago, and one that was just produced in the past two years and is still usable..."

"Buried in the backyard." Lilia Ander followed the king's order and buried household waste in the backyard of this temporary manor. "Any more?"

"This... these are children's clothes sewn by Gemel Tailoring Shop more than ten years ago, and there are also teenagers' clothes from the same batch..."

Lilia Ander's critical eyes told her that her king would not wear such gaudy, tasteless and outdated clothes, covered with lace, onyx and spinel.

But this was the first recent gift that could be disguised as the king's childhood clothes. Did she need to refuse?

"Take it away, throw it away. Go now." A familiar voice sounded at the door of the hall, and Lilia Ander immediately knelt down on one knee and saluted her king excitedly. No matter how many times she had the pleasure of meeting Konrad Curze, she could never resist the urge to pay homage to the Lord of the Court whom she respected so much.

"And you, Relic." Curze noticed his loyal Relic servant, and his busy brain took a few seconds to think about the arrangements for her and the other Eldar, "You all... go back to the ship. Enter the webway. . Don’t return to the real universe before you get my call, especially if you run into the Imperial Expeditionary Force’s fleet..."

Lilia Ande silently nodded her head covered by the iron mask, and went to carry out Konrad Curze's order without hesitation.

She was at the newly repaired iron gate of the courtyard and almost bumped into the man in black robe who was striding in.

The man in black robe patted her shoulder in a friendly manner and passed by her. At the same time, with exaggerated surprise, he asked Conrad Coates in the hall: "Your pseudo-emperor, is it really necessary?" Turn this place into a happy nest where you have lived for twenty years overnight?"

Kurtz gently pushed away the person who brought him children's clothes with one finger, and grabbed the list of gifts Lilia Ander had listed for him on the table.

Produced at different times during these two decades, everything from pens, vases, and heck, local specialty children's educational toys; to half-moon scimitars, ceremonial daggers, claw gloves, and laser guns are now one of a kind. Everything is reasonably distributed in every corner of the entire building.

Sprinkling a little artificial dust and adding a few scratches of time, in just a few days, the life trajectory of a Primarch in this house for twenty years has been basically laid out.

Coates put down the list and did not answer Morse's question directly.

"Have they reached orbit?" he asked.

"Yes, yes." Morse pointed towards the sky, "The airborne capsule may hit the ground at any time and penetrate into the fine gold... Speaking of this, is your nursery capsule still there? Gomo?"

Cozz's face was condensed, and it was difficult to tell whether the already large black eyes had dilated again. "...No, it doesn't matter. My nursery cabin must have sunk into the deep core of Nostramo, living on the same level as the lava. It was destroyed in the fire of the earth's crust, and it is difficult to re-excavate..."

"Okay, okay. It seems that you really don't want others to know that you grew up in Gemo." Morse smiled, "I hope you won't reveal your secret."

"Just like you never spoke out about the existence of the mechanical Perturabo; I don't know what the three people's minds are like in this world."

Coates walked into the house, checking the circuit in the corridor, using a handkerchief to wipe away the inappropriate dust that outsiders brought to the old house when they came and went.

"If there are those who regard me and the aliens as fellow creatures and dirty creatures, wouldn't it mean that conflict has arisen and disputes have arisen? They are the golden jade that has been around the emperor for several years. I am nothing more than the bloody one who just returned today. Weird people..."

"Do you also know that you are bloody and weird, respected Night Ghost Blood Marquis?" Morse smiled.

"Of course!" Conrad Coates said, adjusting his breathing and holding back more convoluted words back to his throat, "I don't plan to change, this is exactly what I like... Can you help me use your spirit again?" Can you screen it and see if there are any obvious flaws in this house?”

Morse looked at the sky and murmured: "This is your preference, I don't intend to participate."

"Then I'll ask Pettu..."

Cozz looked at a corner of the city, where the airborne capsule crossed the sky, and the fire and smoke brought by its crash to the ground were billowing into the dark sky.

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The banner of his legion fluttered in the hands of his warrior, a veteran of the Averni clan from Terra. A steely silver hand embroidered on black velvet, the edge of the banner repeatedly broken and stitched together to match the battles of the years.

Beside him, within his reach, Fulgrim's eagle banner was held by his favorite Terran swordmaster, the golden eagle spread its wings in the deep purple.

He was so familiar with this banner since the two met in Terra Watt, second only to his own legion banner, and even slightly higher than his personal banner against the silver dragon Arcinos.

A little further away from him, the bright yellow banner of the Imperial Fists fell into the hands of the chief templar in yellow armor and black and white robes without any surprise.

Rogal Dorn's face was as solemn as ever, and the severity of his character was fully reflected in his every move, without any intention of hiding it.

The stubbornness of the Primarch of the Imperial Fists was well known among the Primarchs who had returned. Once, he and Dorn almost had an irreconcilable conflict over the strategy of a battle. Horus Lupercal, who happened to be present at the time, mediated and cleverly eased the intensity of the conflict.

However, that conflict did not affect the relationship between the Iron Hands and the Imperial Fists at all, and Ferrus Manus was not even surprised by Rogal Dorn's stubborn character.

After all, Rogal Dorn and Perturabo were always so close, and Perturabo was a well-known eccentric.

"Is the signal tower that sent that signal really here?" Fulgrim's pleasant and doubtful voice floated in Ferrus' ears.

Ferrus listened to the Phoenix's words attentively, recalling Fulgrim's bright and joyful face when the signal came from the communication room a few days ago.

"Do we really have a brother...growing up here?"

"We can explore forward." Ferrus answered his brother.

Fulgrim's eyes reflected the empty and silent old streets around him, and he frowned at the corpses in fancy clothes hanging on the top of the rusty dim street lamps.

As the three Primarchs and their temporarily selected ten-man guards moved forward on the surface of the planet called Nostramo, they became more and more puzzled by the strangeness of this planet.

Wherever they went, the streets were empty, and every household - or the shabby shacks that could barely be called homes, all closed the doors and windows that might exist.

Even if they clearly heard the breathing of humans in these houses, gasping weakly, no one could overcome the fear in their hearts, break the silence of the curfew, and appear in front of them.

In addition, every street seemed to have been strictly and thoroughly swept and washed, and more than once, to remove filth and debris. The current rulers here seemed to have an almost paranoid emphasis on cleanliness.

If it were placed on an ordinary planet, this would certainly not be a problem, and it would even be a habit worthy of praise.

However, when corpses and human skins were hung every few dozen meters in the spotless long street, and the drizzle fell into the drainage ditch along these fresh corpses, things became very subtle.

In comparison, the permanently dark sky and the seemingly endless drizzle here were simply the most insignificant environmental factors.

In the middle of the empty long street, a soft whisper suddenly came from a hidden electronic speaker on the street, and Dorn immediately and accurately marked the location of the speaker with his sight.

"Primarchs from all over the galaxy..." Nostramo and Medusa are both polyconsonant languages, but the speaker's accent is more delicate and sticky, as if the language is a precious thing worth savoring slowly on his tongue, "As the second communication we sent to you said, I am the eighth Primarch, Conrad Curze."

"I am very happy that after such a long time, I have the honor to witness several respectable brothers coming to my little dark planet..."

"Oh, it will guide you. Come, respected children of the Emperor. Follow it, but unfortunately my residence is very ordinary and I can't entertain you as much as I want. Anyway, I look forward to meeting you."

The whisper gradually merged into the drizzle in a chuckle and returned to the depths of silence.

A mechanical gadget attached to a street lamp suddenly grew blade-like legs and crawled to the feet of the Primarchs as lightly and nimbly as a small spider. A faint green energy thread wandered on its surface, providing it with energy.

Dorn's attention was strangely attracted to this small machine, as if he was thinking about some possibility.

A trace of melancholy appeared on the phoenix's alabaster-white face.

"Why does he act like this?" asked the third Primarch, with more confusion than displeasure between his brows. "When have we ever annoyed him? Why does he have to compete with us like this, not being honest, playing tricks?"

Ferrus withdrew his attention from the exquisite blade-legged spider machine, unsure how he should comfort Fulgrim.

Many times, Fulgrim didn't really need comfort. He just casually sent out some careless complaints, and the accumulated emotions were fleeting, but Ferrus would always try to figure out his psychology.

"Konrad Curze may have his reasons," said the Iron Hands Primarch. "Perhaps he sees this first encounter as an implicit competition."

Fulgrim smiled and tapped the hilt of the flaming sword at his waist with his fingertips.

"I will not resent you for explaining for a brother I have never met, Ferrus. But I would like to ask him, since he has such control over his streets, he must know what the corpse in front of us is like."

Fulgrim turned to look at Dorn: "Dorn, shall we go?"

Dorn's eyes followed the small machine. "Let's go." He answered with one syllable.

In this small march led by the small machine, the three Primarchs soon realized that the instructions received by the machine were actually to take them on a tour within the area of ​​Nostramo.

They walked through the luxurious towers and luxurious manors that were like independent behemoths, and also passed by the silent suburban industrial plants and looked at the mines with lights on in the distance.

Near the newly formed ruins of many large buildings, around the collapsed statues, broken fountains and burned-out ornate aviaries, there was often another dense and messy pile of buildings separated by a wall, made of simple wooden boards, iron sheets and bricks, forming a layered three-dimensional structure.

The houses in this area were built spontaneously, without any planning or block structure. The alleys are crisscrossed, narrow and winding, and the distance between houses is only a few palms wide. The appearance of the buildings is also varied, made of various materials, and the roofs are crowded with makeshift cables and water purifiers, which are chaotic and ungoverned. The population density in this area is simply lamentable. Under the dim light cast by the dim and flickering street lamps, the imperial visitors had to get familiar with the human skins and corpses hanging everywhere, and found some commonality from these dead people. Most of the prisoners were very rich when they were alive. Even if they were not, they were mostly at the top of the military or the lower power system. "I feel..." A touch of solemnity passed across the surface of Fulgrim's almost perfect cheeks, "I understand a little bit." He lowered his head, and the acid raindrops of Nostramo accumulated on the uneven surface of his golden eagle emblem. He blinked several times, wiped off a few drops of acid rain with his fingers, and rubbed them quietly between his fingers, as if he was feeling the non-existent burning.

"This is a world full of shadows." He said, following the small machine crawling forward quickly, raising his sight.

In front of him, a newly restored new manor stood out.

The exterior walls of the house were painted with colorful paint, as if a madman had been painting here for years, forming a weird landscape. The mottled brick walls revealed the erosion of the years. A small children's riding toy fell in the courtyard, with a pool of blood on it.

Inside the building, the lights were dim and there were many ghosts. The newly built iron gate blocked the visitors from going deeper. A rather large statue was placed on the roof, covered with a black cloth.

The next moment, the statue suddenly regained its vitality, its cloak rolled up, and jumped down from the roof, landing in front of the three primarchs and their guards.

He raised his head, and his pale face smiled strangely and paranoidly under the dark light.

"Welcome to visit here, friends from the Empire."