Chapter 334: Settlement of Accounts

Sanguinius sat up quickly from his den, his wings shooting out and hitting the edge of his specially made bed.

He calmly retracted the wings that had cracked the head of the bed, allowing the pair of additional biochemical products that had caused trouble to gather behind him and observe the surrounding situation.

There were only two entities nearby who were sarcastically talking to each other, and a human voice that seemed to come from the shadow of a cryptex suspended in the air occasionally joined their conversation.

As soon as he sat up, the two entities were keenly aware of his movements. They both looked at him with sharp eyes, which sent a chill down the angel's spine. Only the voice from the cryptex was still speaking in the distance. His unfinished words.

"...Perturabo cannot be reached," the voice said, sounding reluctant to admit it. "Has he reached the Satradar Abyss?"

"Even if he doesn't get there, you won't be able to support instantaneous astrological communication over such long distances, Magnus."

Mors leisurely picked up a huge feather that Sanguinius had knocked off from the ground, held it in his hand and observed it, which made Sanguinius feel a phantom pain in his wings for no reason.

"Besides, what's the point of contacting Perturabo? Didn't we ask the respected Archangel about his personal wishes before remotely accessing the Court of Narni?"

Konrad Curze's eyes were still staring at the angel's face unblinkingly: "Oh, what are you thinking in your heart, Sanguinius, the guardian of Baal, who has awakened from his dream?"

That short memory before going to bed quickly returned through the fog. Sanguinius put his legs on the edge of the bed, sat up a little straighter, and complained casually: "No one told me that those things would invade in the end, yours The slogan is 'Experience a day without wings'."

"Didn't you enjoy a day like that?" Morse showed no shame, sweeping the white feather branches in his hand like plucking harp strings while introducing his dream design concept, "Just like me It is said that in this dark, cold and harsh galaxy, mortals will always be buried six feet deep and die due to various inexplicable invasions. "

"I don't think today's Baal has the potential to suddenly introduce inanimate beings. Morse, this place is not my dark and dark capital, and it does not have the temptation to be invaded at any time." Coze said.

"I must state that the plot effect I needed at first was to insert the invasion frenzy of Baal mutants into the Court of Narni, so as to better fit the local characteristics of Sanguinius's home planet." Morse put the feather on the On the small table next to it, "But someone told me that there are no statistics on mutants in the Court of Narni, and there are too many temporary achievements. I can only dig out some from the database. Sanguinius may like it." Content."

"Why do I like the Unborn?" Sanguinius said confused, using Curze's term for those things.

"You are related to the fate of that burning army stained with blood," Morse said, "but from an objective point of view, there is only the data modeling of that demonic army in the Court of Narni. Thanks to Roger Dorn gives us this wonderful data.”

"Dorne?" Curze's nails scratched lightly on the arm of his chair. He obviously forgot about the hardness of the wood in the angel's room, and his nails easily scratched a few white marks on the armrests, which turned out to be wood chips.

"Years ago, he was almost captured on a planet. That's not the point now."

After speaking, Mors smiled friendly at Sanguinius: "So, how was your playing experience?"

"I want to know if you really don't remember your Primarch identity, or if you are just acting on me." Sanguinius crossed his arms in front of him.

"Conrad and I really don't carry memories, but Morse definitely remembers that his soul structure is different from ordinary people," Magnus's voice said.

The red original body was indeed just called to deliver a remote key. Then, with a few words from Morse, he was lured into the dreamland to see the angel together.

The angel's eyebrows lowered slightly. "You scared me." He said deeply. "If it is really another world and you really die next to me, I will not be able to accept that scene."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Sanguinius..." Magnus' voice immediately contained a hint of guilt, "I didn't mean to make you feel sad. This is our first meeting, and I Hope it can bring you better memories.”

"Well, my hobbies are unusual, friends." Morse clapped his hands, attracting the attention of several people. "At least we have verified that the Court of Narni is enough to hold the souls of multiple original bodies, and allows We have made some small modifications to the image of the original body, maybe it will be used somewhere in the future.”

"Did you really only write four plays during the Olympiad, Angel of Sorcery?" Cozzi hissed, following Morse's train of thought and astutely understanding what exactly he was trying to do that was uninteresting.

"Excuse me," the angel raised one of his wings, instead of raising his hand, "no one has told me yet, what is the Court of Narni, what is the Olympia Games..."

"Oh, here's the thing," Morse turned sideways, "it seems that Konrad Coates hasn't had time to tell you all his stories, right? Can he explain where he came from?"

Magnus interjected: "Isn't it Nostramo?"

"Wait a moment, Angel of Wisdom." Morse said, "Now is the occasion for the Blood Angels."

"Well," the angel raised his lips helplessly, "I know that his sons of the Muse do not have human blood flowing in their bodies. No matter how they dress or how tightly they cover their masks, their smell shows this clearly. The dust of Baal, I dare say you can't imagine how their existence relieves my tension."

Koz curled his lips.

"Did I miss a lot of stories?" Magnus was full of doubts, and he instantly transformed from the cipher into a physical body, his feet landed on the ground, and his orange-red eyes stared at the other three people in the room in confusion.

Koz took out some small things from his tool kit, which seemed to be two six-sided dice. He threw the translucent light blue dice with triangular eyes on the table and fiddled with them casually.

"I don't want to talk so much," he muttered.

Morse knocked on the armrest, and the telepathic communication immediately flowed to Sanguinius's heart.

The Archangel was briefly speechless under the influence of the harmonious atmosphere during the Games shared by Morse and the confusing Perturabo who witnessed "that one". He shook his wings and regained his composure.

"I understand..." He struggled to show a standard angel smile, "You also know that the future I can see is just a short fragment, but it's still..."

He swallowed his questions about why Perturabo had to share everything with Rogal Dorn, and flapped his wings behind him.

"Anyway, thank you for your dream." Sanguinius regained his elegance. "It is a wonderful experience to have no wings. Since I was born in Baal and accepted by the pure-blooded tribe, this is the first time I have had such a choice." He blinked, "I even looked forward to meeting more different Primarchs in this dream." "Do they dare to cut off a piece of their mind and throw it into the Court of Narni?" Curze snorted coldly, "Trust is not enough to support any Primarch to this point, how can friendship shake the iron foundation of the human empire?" "Conrad Curze is right," Rogal Dorn said at the door, "And, Sanguinius, watch your back." Several people turned back in unison, looking at the Imperial Fists Primarch who should not have appeared on Baal II in any case, with complete incomprehension, except for Morse who took the two dice from Curze's desk. The angel was about to say something, and the bed curtain pillar behind him finally couldn't bear the weight of the continuous blows of the wings, cracked, and the entire heavy embroidered golden and red curtain fell down. The angel dodged at the speed of the Primarch, but the room was narrow and he inevitably hit the low table beside the bed when he jumped out.

Magnus tried to catch Sanguinius. He stood up, which further compressed the space in the room. With just one step backward, another cabinet hit Magnus's feet...

Before any chain reaction could further affect Morse in the black robe, the craftsman took out an Emperor Tarot from his sleeve and pressed it next to the two dice.

A red-haired warlock wearing a robe embroidered with stars and moons, his skin was hidden in the background of the parchment-like robe, and his pearl-red hands held a dark blue crystal ball.

The Magus of Executeria.

From the moment the Emperor Tarot was pressed on the table, the illusion began to break outward with the craftsman's fingers as the center point.