Looking at Elaine's hand stretched out towards him, Luojia fell into a daze.
The golden brilliance was mixed with the smell of red sand, and the sacred praises were accompanied by ethereal singing. The entire room was completely illuminated by that incomparable sacred brilliance.
Everything is so extraordinary, everything is so incomprehensible - just like the existence of the miracle itself, mysterious and fascinating.
"This must be His gift..."
Looking at the strange sight in front of him that was no different from a miracle, Luojia slowly stretched out his hand.
This even reminded him of the day when the Lord of Mankind came to Colchis in person. A majestic figure shining like thousands of suns came from the stars, wearing a cloak carved of gold and fire, coming to redeem His Twenty descendants lost throughout the galaxy. Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, the Lord of mankind is still an existence in the real universe, but the laurel crown He wears has fully demonstrated his holiness.
At that time, the Messiah, who was clothed in divine golden armor, also extended a redemptive hand to himself and rescued the lost lambs from the sea of suffering.
That scene was something Luojia would never forget in his life.
Now, the same miracle is being demonstrated again in His descendants...
"More than just a gift."
Elaine squeezed Lorgar's hand, and the cold light shone even brighter.
"In addition to being a gift, it also means a heavier responsibility."
"Just like the trials endured by the Seventeenth Legion, the journey of each of us is always watched by our father..."
"Until the fateful moment comes for us."
At this moment, Luo Jia felt unprecedented warmth.
It was as if all the guilt in my heart completely disappeared at this moment, and all the confusion in the past was dispelled by this warmth.
The Lord of the Red Sand showed a slightly tired smile.
She saw everything about Lorgar.
He shared his six-year war in Colchis, and also experienced his confession at the destruction of the Perfect City.
Punishment and questioning from his adoptive father, indifference and blame from the emperor.
He was far from reaching the point of no return.
So Elaine subtly absorbed all of her brother's pain, just as she did for her warriors in every battle.
There may be some imperfections in her limbs and parts of her body, but since facing that inevitable fate, she feels that she has become more and more complete - whether it is the fight with Angron or the fight with Lorgar Her heart-to-heart conversations have benefited her a lot.
She could even clearly feel that the giant scar in the sea of mind was slowly healing.
Needless to say, this redemption works both ways.
Just like what she saw when she was immersed in the illusion created by the evil god himself, Lorgar only lacked the comfort from her father from beginning to end.
Deep down in his heart, Lorgar longed for understanding from his father, but the old dog of Kor Phalun completely led him astray. So much so that Lorgar became an incomplete believer and needed to rely on religious faith to fill the hole in his heart.
"...This is unbelievable, my sister..."
Luojia murmured softly.
He only expected that the Seventeenth Legion would be subject to surveillance and judgment from the Emperor, and would undergo more and more arduous tests in the long time to come before he could regain Holy Terra's trust in the Word Bearers.
Before this, he never thought that this 'grace' would come so quickly.
However, now, the Primarch sister sent by the Emperor to monitor the Word Bearers has truly demonstrated her divine and fatherly qualities...
"Father's power is beyond our imagination."
"And I...only inherited part of his will."
Elaine slowly put the Yaojin Arm Armor back on, and the strange illusions that filled the room disappeared in an instant.
It was as if the hot red sand floating in the air just now had never existed.
"The truth is, we all inherited a part of our father, no doubt about it."
"Like Llane El'Jonson's rationality, Magnus's psychic abilities and thirst for knowledge, Russ's wildness..."
"And Horus—"
When the Wolf Shepherd God was mentioned, Elaine's voice paused. Although most of these impressions were known from the past, she always maintained respect for that brother.
"He represents his father's ambition and pride. He is the most outstanding one among us... Pride beats in his body like blood, and the achievements of the Moon Wolf are also particularly strong among the twenty legions. "
Lorgar nodded slightly. He still had fresh memories of the proud Wolf Shepherd, the worlds where the Word Bearers and the Moon Wolves fought side by side.
They can always defeat any enemy, whether they are aliens or humans, with the most sophisticated and skillful skills.
Of all the Primarch brothers, only Horus was clearly favored. The first one to return was Horus, and whenever a new Primarch returned, it was Horus who led them to learn various knowledge from the Empire.
Elaine slowly turned the pages of "The Book of Holy Words" and continued:
"We are all born from an indispensable part of our father's great vision. Everyone has corresponding heavy responsibilities, and everyone has his own direction to deal with."
"Just like the internal affairs Guilliman is good at, my father obviously gave him too much power - the five hundred worlds of Ultramar, even I have heard about it far away in the Maelstrom."
"But what is more important than power is undoubtedly [responsibility]."
"The responsibility that comes with this power is filled between you and me, and it is filled with each of our brothers. Some of these things become particularly important because of my father's bad words - this is why I came here Cause, my brother.”
"He is fighting alone against difficulties that we have never imagined and that are difficult to describe in words."
Elaine looked directly at Lorgar seriously.
"Father may not want to let us children, who have been deceived by 'white lies', know about this."
"But I must bring you the truth, lest you go into that bottomless abyss."
"You...are you ready? My brother."
Luojia was silent for a moment and nodded slowly.
In Elaine's gilded eyes burning with flames, Luojia saw something heavier and more indescribable.
It wasn't until later that he knew what this kind of thing was called.
【destiny】.
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Nuceria.
The dilapidated land surrounded by hot red sand is gradually regaining its former vitality under the hard work of the Twelfth Legion. Supply merchant ships from the empire are sailing into this star field one after another. The space star ports and foundries are becoming increasingly busy. The world is stepping up to resume production.
Among the merchant ships that slowly sailed into the star port, except for the transport ships directly from the Terran War Council, there were many signs from the supply world to which the Iron Warriors belonged. It is obvious that even as far away as Olympia, Perturabo still I learned that the Twelfth Legion suffered heavy losses in an unknown war.
However, these merchant ships belonging to the Iron Warriors are generally not escorted by the Iron Warriors. Perhaps the Iron Warriors on the front line are too thin, or perhaps Perturabo does not want others to know about this assistance.
However, even so, the trauma suffered by Nuceria cannot be fully recovered in a short time - she lost an entire generation of her population in the too-long war, even with increasingly abundant resources being continuously transported from Mandeville Point , but it still cannot change the fact that the home planet of the Twelfth Legion lost its vitality in the war.
In the final analysis, the long expedition that lasted for thirty years was too costly - even the former War Dogs and today's Sons of the Mountains, such an ancient legion could not support the foundation of the war, and this cannot help but It made more people curious about what kind of war could cause an Astartes Legion to suffer such a setback.
Regarding this issue, the vast majority of the Sons of the Mountains remain silent.
Whether they are veterans who struggled to escape from that tragic war, or new recruits who grew up under rigorous training - silence is their eternal answer from the moment they join the legion.
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Kahn closed his eyes tightly, and his consciousness was swimming in the sea of his mother's mind.
Feeling the unparalleled warmth and the warm wind blowing in the gentle harbor, even any degree of pain will continue to heal under the warmth from the mother, as if the mother's warm delicate hands are gently caressing her. Caressing his face.
In fact, like all children of the mountains, Kahn has regarded it as his only and eternal spiritual home. Apart from the daily fighting and training in the dueling pits, the most common thing that every Astartes of the Twelfth Legion does is meditate.
While feeling the warmth of being constantly connected to the mother of genes, at the same time...reflect on yourself.
A hint of regret appeared on Kahn's face.
Yes, he regrets all the time. Every Astartes and mortal auxiliary in the legion regrets--regrets why they failed to contribute more strength when they were fighting in the realm of Khorne. If their will had been firmer and stronger at that time...
Perhaps the leader of the twelfth legion would not be so seriously injured that he would completely lose contact with them.
"Mother…"
Kahn murmured softly.
However, fortunately, this close connection from the heart symbolizes that their only mother and the Lord of the Legion have never been far away. Even if they are separated by the entire galaxy, this connection between blood and soul still exists.
Kahn could sense that his mother was now in a distant galaxy beyond their reach.
The increasingly throbbing blood was affecting the Bloodfinger's soul, and Kahn could even predict that the day when he would reunite with his mother was not far away.
【Blood…】
The war roar from the Destruction Power was slowly ringing in his ears.
But Kahn didn't care at all.
He will never be a [betrayer].
He will only be the [Blood Finger] of the Lord of Red Sand.
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