Angeltai looked up respectfully at the Primarch in front of him.
He had never seen such a tall woman, and he had never seen a female Primarch - but it was clear that Primarchs should not be defined by 'gender' stereotypes.
Looking at the leader of the Twelfth Legion who was half a body taller than him, Angeltai had no doubt that she could easily twist off his head.
Just like the way Erebus died in the legend.
"grown ups."
Angelte called Elaine softly.
And Elaine was looking at the endless flames of war burning in the Perfect City, as if she hadn't heard Angeltai's words.
In fact, the location they were in at this time was the tallest building in the Perfect City, the church where the corpse of the traitor Erebas hung.
Now, the destruction of the Perfect City has almost reached its final stage, and even this place, which is cared for by many Word Bearers, is about to become unsafe.
That's exactly what Angleterre is here for.
In order to withdraw the Primarch who was monitoring the Word Bearers from this battlefield, he headed to the Word Bearers' flagship, the Law of Loyalty.
"It's time for us to get out of here, my lord."
He bowed his head slightly and saluted, and his dull voice echoed in the church.
However, Elaine still seemed not to have heard Angeltai's reminder. Yao Jin's pupils looked beyond the Astartes in front of him, looking at the burning city in front of him.
She seemed to be thinking about something.
"...Sir? It's no longer safe here."
"A full-scale orbital bombardment will be launched in three standard Terra hours. We must get out of here."
"All life will disappear, and this place will become a wasteland no longer suitable for life."
Seeing that Elaine didn't respond, Angeltay once again explained his purpose of coming with some doubts.
Although billions of people were burned in the face of an irreversible tragedy, and the crisis of loyalty of the 17th Legion has reached a precarious level, the Word Bearers' nature of obeying power has allowed Angeltai to remain patient, even if I Llane's execution of the Word Bearers First Captain had triggered the crisis, but he had never questioned the authority of the Primarch's oversight granted by the Emperor himself.
After all, no matter how unwilling the grassroots Astartes were about this incident - the existence of those two traitors also confirmed the flames of rebellion within the Word Bearers, and this hatred and hatred cannot be blamed in any way. to the 12th Legion that discovered it.
As Angeltay continued to call, the Primarch's eyes finally slowly shifted to the Word Bearer.
"Really...Luojia has already made up his mind."
"...You don't have to be like this."
Looking at the humble Astartes, Elaine sighed softly.
In analyzing the battle situation a few hours ago, she had already expected that the fanatical brother would issue such a barbaric and crazy order.
It's just that the way it appears in calculations and the way it actually happens are two completely different concepts: the former is just a series of cold and heartless numbers, while the latter means that this world with billions of people is about to usher in an inevitable disaster. Crisis of destruction.
…It’s really a waste of resources.
Facing Elaine's slight regret, Angeltai nodded slightly.
Although Angeltai, as the company commander, does not yet have much power to participate in the Jihad Council temporarily formed by Lorgar, after several waves of large-scale massacre and destruction, most of the Word Bearers' troops have returned above the orbit, it can be seen that something more terrifying may happen next.
Obviously, both Angeltai and Elaine knew each other well about this situation——
"Yes. The Cyclone Torpedo is ready."
At this moment, the voice of another Astartes came from behind Angeltay, and it was Angeltay's close friend, Chaplain Shafen of the 7th Company.
This was followed by the roar of the Storm Bird's engine, and the urgent evacuation had begun.
Of course, there couldn't be any evacuation of 'civilians'.
——How ridiculous.
Elaine's eyes once again turned to the dilapidated city-state burning with war in front of her, and there was not only a self-deprecating smile on her lips.
She seemed to know why the Blood God threw herself into this critical place at this critical time point.
Everything that was happening in front of her seemed to be telling her: No matter how hard she struggled, no matter how stubborn she was, the flow of fate would pull everything to an irreversible ending.
Her right arm trembled slightly, and the dazzling golden light inside became more intense with Elaine's mood.
She is not a person who can endure the mockery of fate.
After all, the uneasiness and suspicion in her heart had completely settled at this moment.
Perhaps from the perspective of ordinary people, this is just an inevitable tragedy.
However, whether it was the opportunity for him to come to the Perfect City or the brand-new right arm given to him by the Emperor, the meaning contained in it was naturally self-evident.
"grown ups…?"
Angeltai seemed to sense that something was wrong with Elaine, especially her adamantine arm armor that was incompatible with the red armor. If he saw it correctly, some shining light was constantly bursting out from it...?
Perhaps it was an illusion, Angeltai even smelled a bit of hot sand.
Until Elaine's pair of golden pupils burning with blazing flames focused on Angeltai.
At this moment, Angeltai seemed to see a blazing hot star.
[I have seen the sacrifices you made to show your loyalty, Word Bearers. 】
[But my supervision does not stop there. 】
[The Emperor's will needs to be further demonstrated, and the lost faith will eventually return to its roots. 】
[Now...it's time to put the value of this loyalty to practical use - not for bloody sacrifice, not to prove innocence. 】
[A 'holy war' awaits you. 】
And this voice of the soul penetrates into the mind of every Word Bearer like dazzling sunlight.
"Let's go."
"Take me to see Lorgar."
After a moment, Elaine's cold voice reawakened Angeltai's consciousness, but all the illusions he had just seen seemed to have completely disappeared.
There was only the resolute and majestic scarlet figure of the Primarch.
"I will give my brother a war that will bring out his 'fanaticism'."
Elaine murmured softly, clenching her right fist slowly.
Perhaps the familiar heir is no longer around, but her father has handed over a large enough army to her.
Since this brother is so obsessed with power and faith, it is better to bring him the national religion that will support the decaying empire in future generations.
Although the Lord of Mankind may not be happy about this, Elaine knows that efficiency is far above all else.
Before confronting the unknown fate and possible enemies, she must make use of any possible help to deal with an increasingly collapsing future.
The Primarch's gaze turned to the distance again - only, this time it was not to the burned-out perfect city.
It was the star's pupil that shone deep purple in the night.
Another war needs to be started.
——And it will be in the name of the 'Atonement Crusade'.
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