Free Peripheral Episodes: Night Talk About the End and Death (271)

Free extra: Night talk around the stove about finality and death (1)

+++The Primarchs in this article read "The End and Death 3" extra, which has nothing to do with the main text+++

+++Occurring Primarchs: 3, 4, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 12, 13, 15, 16, 18+++

+++No translated fragments without the permission of the translator+++

"Read it.

A note was taped to a thick book.

The Primarchs looked at the cover of the book, which showed a picture of the Emperor fighting someone who looked particularly similar to Horus, and they all looked at Horus Luperkar, who was staring blankly at the cover.

"Horus, what are you two doing..." the Wolf King asked roughly, his tone rising, his eyes searching.

"Who drew this picture!" Horus angrily turned the book back to face up. "Although my father looks heroic and tall in this picture, this is no excuse for the bastard who drew the picture to slander our relationship! This book is who?"

"It's not important, Luperkar," Cozz chuckled, his long damp hair draped over his shoulders. He seemed to know something, "We, read it."

As soon as he stretched out his hand, Fulgrim stopped him. "You still have water on your hands," Phoenix said disapprovingly, "go dry them, Conrad."

Cozz muttered and turned his face to the side. After a few seconds, he decided to go to the waiter outside the conference room to borrow a handkerchief.

"Are we really going to read it?" Vulkan asked, looking worriedly at Horus, who was fidgeting.

"Don't worry about me," Horus said solemnly, shrinking back into his seat. The wolf heads on his shoulders drooped. "Father and his friend in black gave this book to us and we were supposed to read it."

"I'll do it." Perturabo shook his head, consciously taking on the responsibility that no one could deny. He picked up the book from the table and read the cover: "End and Death, Book Three."

The Primarchs gathered their spirits.

[Preface, this is a legendary era, the galaxy is on fire, and the Emperor's glorious vision for humanity is in ruins...]

"What?" Magnus stepped back a little in surprise. He pinched the monocle that Perturabo gave him uneasily. "Who dares to write that!"

"There is no need to panic, Magnus," Sanguinius said, and the Visionary's brows furrowed slightly.

Magnus nodded reluctantly.

[His favorite son, Horus, gave up his father's glory and turned to embrace Chaos. And his army, the powerful and formidable Space Marines, fell into a brutal civil war...]

Horus covered his eyes with one hand. "Why does Father want us to read this book..." he murmured.

Vulkan came to Horus' side, and relying on his size advantage, he put his arm around his brother's shoulders and gently patted Horus' back through the wolf's skin.

"No," Horus shook his head and straightened up. "Thank you, my brother. But I must face it."

Perturabo quickly turned back two pages, [The siege of Terra has begun. 】

[Interlude No. 1, "I say it again, we still have nine hours. Terra Control Center, confirm. Maintain positioning and light guidance. Terra Control Center, I am Guilliman."]

"You sound very anxious, Robert," Angron said.

"If this is true, and I have brought troops," Guilliman replied, "I can certainly contribute to the relief of Terra, no matter the cost."

"The Emperor must live," he added.

"That's exactly what you said in this article." Perturabo looked up. His words corroborate the authenticity of this book to some extent.

Guilliman folded his hands. "Please continue, Perturabo. What happens after I arrive?"

"You..." Perturabo glanced at him, [They are all vengeful spirits, replicating and multiplying, like stars lighting up, or branches of fractal patterns, slowly filling the negative space. One thousand, three thousand, six thousand... They are all the same ship, the same warship, the Warmaster's monster warship, and they are everywhere. 】

"What?" Guilliman looked at Horus in surprise. Although he didn't know what the title of "Warmaster" was, this was obviously what Horus did in the prologue. "Six thousand Glory Queen?"

"I don't know." Horus squeezed out a few words from his throat. No one had ever seen the son of the First Return with such a confused expression.

"You didn't arrive in time, Robert," Ferrus said.

"I..." Guilliman took off the green leaf crown on his head, and his reason told him that this was possible. It felt like a piece of his heart had been ripped out.

"Go on..." Guilliman said. "But it was only nine hours..."

Perturabo sighed secretly and turned to the second interlude dedicatedly. His hand suddenly froze.

[Unlike his brother Rogal Dorn, the Iron Lord never denounced the retreat strategy. It's not surrender, it's not submission - it's completely different. Retreat, as a means of warfare, always seemed feasible to Perturabo, and entirely consistent with his rational, cold logic. 】

"I would not condemn a tactical retreat..." Dorn said. "And I don't believe that Perturabo would be withdrawn from an operation to save the Emperor without reason."

Curze returned with his handkerchief and a sour expression.

"It seems that I did not escape from salvation, Dorn." After a few seconds, Perturabo spoke, "I escaped from the attack on Terra."

[Enough that he alone was able to capture the Royal Palace of Terra and destroy it by siege. Battle Dorne and gain Satisfaction, a satisfying additional reward. A duel. Individual battles in siege warfare. It was clear that Perturabo was going to win. 】

"But..." Dorn said confused, "No, why would you attack the defenses you built from the outside? That doesn't make sense, Perturabo."

Perturabo made no answer. He knows the unevenness of the world and has seen Olympia burning. His tears had already flowed.

[Perturabo is also a weapon. A perfect weapon. At least as a mortal body, he is close to perfection. There is always room for improvement. He imagined himself as a perfect weapon. A more perfect weapon, something pure, just a weapon. An incarnation of absolute destruction. 】

"Nothing is perfect, that's true," Fulgrim said. "We can only chase perfection, but we are more than just weapons."

He looked at Perturabo with concern.

"It doesn't matter, I know I'm not." Perturabo replied, "I already knew that, there is no doubt about it."

Dawn nodded. He could not imagine the possibility of Perturabo attacking Terra from the outside, so he naturally put a question mark on this book.

Perturabo turned to the text and read the jealous words in which he tried so hard to denigrate Horus. This will not be his path. He knows it very well. But that didn't stop his eyes from being stung by these words.

"The third episode concerns Lorgar," he said.

"Oh, Brother Jingshu is not here," the Wolf King said nonchalantly, grabbing a rune stone hanging on his body and letting the stone grind hard on his fingers, "So is there anything noteworthy in this paragraph?"

["Urizon! Urizen! The angel is dead... fell from heaven, Urizen, with his wings torn off! Fury follows! We have read and seen it! This foreshadows much!" 】

"Oh..." Sanguinius's face became a little weak, and Curze glanced at him, "You can only read about your death in stories instead of reality, Sanguinius. Cherish your opportunity. "

"Thank you, Conrad." the angel said, folding his wings and letting the dazzling beads on them jingle.

"Well..." Perturabo turned to Lorgar's part. Since the protagonist was not here, he would not recite.

However, he actually had some doubts about what kind of enlightenment Lorgar could get from these texts. The exegetical ability of the Goldenskin Primarch always seemed to be particularly unique.

"End of three episodes." Perturabo glanced at the Primarchs in the room.

"Please continue," said Horus Luperkar. "We have the right to know more for the Emperor's sake, don't we?"

"You are right," replied Perturabo. "I would summarize the plot - if I had the chance, I would love to get the first and second volumes. But right now we only have the third."

"You can ask father for it later," Magnus said. "Let's read this book first."

"Section 9, Chapter 1, the Blood Angels are..." Perturabo looked at Sanguinius, "You lost control of your emotions after your death."

"I hope they didn't get hurt or hurt anyone else." Angel frowned.

"Almost not." Perturabo considered his words and decided to let Fafnir Lane go when he was caught and beaten by an angel named Azkelon.

"Chapter Two, you had some conversations with a woman neither of us knew about the Death of Angels, Dorne," Perturabo continued to flip through the texts. He read the texts as quickly as possible to get enough information from them to avoid His brother waited in vain, "Chapter 3, Who is 'Buddha'? He...invented a weapon capable of killing trillions of people."

"I will remember him," Ferrus Manus said.

"You are not interested in this kind of technology, are you?" Fulgrim tried to liven up the atmosphere, but he quickly gave up, "Well, I don't know how we will appear in this book. This It doesn't sound like..." He searched for words, even the luster of his silver hair dimmed, "It's really not a pleasant story."

"Chapter 4, Constantine Valdor fights the Sons of Horus."

"Oh," Horus' Adam's apple rolled, "I swear, the Luna Wolves will not betray."

"Oh my God, Luperkar, you have to know that Sons of Horus is not an adjective. This was the name of your legion at that time." Curze leaned back on the sofa, "You abandoned the name given to you by your Mr. Pseudo-Emperor. "

"What do you call him!" Horus almost stood up until he was stopped by Vulkan.

"Sorry, I couldn't hold it back." Coz shrugged his shoulders, "It's very smooth, really."

"Okay, Conrad." Sanguinius said kindly. The death at the beginning of the story didn't seem to cause him much pain, but the underlying emotions behind it were difficult to detect.

Except Angron sighed silently.

"Okay, more on that later, Perturabo," Curze said.

"If you are beaten, I will not help you." Perturabo said, "Chapter 5 describes Luperkar's court, a place corrupted by the warp. The Emperor walks with you. They saw the fallen Sanguinius, and you, Horus."

"Don't apologize to me for changing the name of the legion, Perturabo!" Horus growled, pain and anger in his wide eyes. "How dare he!"

"Relax, Horus, and listen," Leman Russ said.

"How did I die?" Sanguinius asked.

[The Lord of Light of Baal, with his head lowered and turned to the left, was nailed to the far wall. He hangs in the air like an icon or a relic, a sacred symbol for people to worship and worship. His arms and wings were stretched out, and his golden armor was dented and cracked. Too many - too many - black spikes pierced his body and limbs. The black wall behind his arms and feet was stained red by the blood dripping down, and the blood gathered in the white feathers under him. 】

"Okay..." Before the angel finished speaking, Horus spoke with a dry voice: "This will not happen, my brother."

The angel pursed his lips: "I believe you."

"No, don't believe me either... maybe you died because of your belief," Horus frowned, and Vulkan had no choice but to give the Returned Son a second pat on the shoulder.

"I continue." Perturabo said, "Then there is the story of a man named Orr and a man named John. They...does anyone know them? No, okay. But they are undoubtedly loyal to the Emperor. , is sending a weapon to the emperor."

"Good." Dorn commented.

"Afterwards, the Blood Angels went into a rage, fighting... the renegade World Eaters, as well as the few Imperial Fists innocently involved in the battlefield."

Angron sneered heavily. "Traitor," he said. "Traitors are everywhere."

"And then, your Sigismund was fighting the enemy, Dorne," Perturabo turned the page, and then he stopped.

"Is it me again?" Horus said, the anger had faded, replaced by deep powerlessness.

【+You killed my son. +]

"I killed the angel..." Horus murmured, "How many wrong things have I done? How many mistakes have I committed? Why do I dare to cause such chaos? Do I still want to ask for emotions and authority that do not belong to me from my father? Could it be that my greed and arrogance are enough to push me down a path of extreme stupidity and death?”

"I offered him the chance to stand by my side," you said with quite genuine sadness. "I didn't want to take his life. He could have stood by my side, like you. But he refused, what a shame. That refusal made his death inevitable. It was my only choice. I know you understand me. , Father. You are a perfectly rational man, and I inherited my rationality from you. Execution is the only thing that makes sense."

"Oh, shut him up," Horus whispered uneasily.

He was indeed prepared to face the serious crime he had committed, but how could such shameless, shameless, ridiculous and silly words come out of his mouth? Not only did he betray, but he also fell into madness? Oh my God, when is that damn thing going to die? When can my father execute him?

He didn't want - ten thousand don't want to let his disgusting image appear in front of the Emperor for even a second.

【+You killed my son. +]

"You read this part," Fulgrim said.

"Not a repetition, I guess," Dorn said.

【+Why? +

What a strange question. What doesn't your father understand?

"You asked me why?" you said. "What's the why?"

+Why? +

"I think you've been hit too hard, Dad," you said softly. "You don't make sense. What are you asking? Why should I kill the angel? Or why should I provide—"

+Why? +]

"It's me," Horus said, his face already paler than Conrad's. "He...referring to me..."

[Oh, yes, you already understand. As always. For thirty years, you learned His shorthand and learned to read His difficult comments. For thirty years, He expects you to fill in the blanks and understand all that is implied in a mysterious word. For thirty years, you were afraid of getting it wrong. He is referring to "why" in the most fundamental sense. 】

"What does he understand!" Horus suppressed his voice deep in his throat, giving him a desperate hoarseness. "He doesn't understand at all! That damned beast!"

[You will have to kill Him. You had suspected you might have to. You thought you would be sad if things really ended like this. But you are not sad. not at all. He has not changed. Or maybe He just gets worse and just stares at you with those merciless eyes—

No. Not you.

He is not looking at you. All that time, He never looked at you. From the time He entered your court, every word He spoke was not addressed to you. It's like you're not here at all. 】

"Yes, great. Don't look at me, don't listen to his nonsense, father, kill him, don't let him hurt you or anyone else again..."

[He looks past you, at the shadow behind you.

They are there.

Your father has been talking to them. Look at them. When He said, "You killed my son," the old fool was not referring to Sanguinius. It is you that He has been talking to them about.

He thinks you are dead. died. lost. 】

Angron left his seat and grasped Horus' hand.

"Relax," he whispered.

"Don't take care of me anymore." Horus raised his head and his tone gradually returned to normal, but it was still lower than the usual pitch. "I have received far more care than I deserve. Now I am only curious about when that thing will die. "

Angron stared at Horus, and then he let go. "Okay." He answered shortly.

"This will be a very unpleasant story for you, Horus." Perturabo raised his head from the book, "Are you really ready?"

"Come on." Shadow Moon Wolf said.

+++I'll stop here for now, anyway, I'll write more when I have time++