"What happens after that?"
For some reason, Soshyan was also deeply attracted by the story of the Eighth Legion.
"When the Legion was still serving the Empire, it suffered huge casualties during the Great Crusade. Most of them were Terran, and our subsequent reinforcements came from our homeland, Nastrom."
At the mention of this name, Savita's voice suddenly became deeper.
"It had been decades since the Primarch had last set foot on that planet's surface, and his injunctions to the law had long since died, as the humans above, too far from the rule of the Imperium and without the fear of punishment, fell into A state of lawlessness... Do you know how this world poisons its own Legion? They use rapists and murderers to reorganize the Legion, and use those who have been guilty of crimes as children to become their protectors! The Primarch's admonitions are of great significance to They are like nothing, and those words are nothing to most people in the Eighth Legion. They were originally murderers, but they were promoted to supermen, and they still have the entire galaxy in their hands as trophies."
These words shocked Soshyan.
In his subconscious mind, to become an Astartes, one must be a carefully selected mortal, even if he falls in the future.
"Eventually, the Primarch burned our home world out of furious desperation. He destroyed it, pouring the firepower of the Legion's entire fleet onto the planet and causing it to fall apart in the void."
Sevatar took a breath, low and slow.
"I am the direct executor of this extinction. You know, for several hours, the ship has been playing in a loop, playing the news from the surface of the planet. They are screaming, begging us to let them rise to the star sea... …But we never responded, not even once. We quietly watched our city burn in the universe. At the end, we watched the planet fall apart under the wrath of the fleet, and then left, becoming Nastrom. Become fragments and merge into the void.”
"Didn't you stop the Primarch?"
"I only obey orders, and I don't want to see it again. In my heart, I never will."
"he--"
Soshyan paused for a moment.
"Why would he do this? There are obviously other solutions? Is it difficult to change the recruitment site..."
"You think it's incredible, don't you?"
Sevatar looked at him with dark eyes, a mocking look on her face.
"This is what the so-called Primarch is. In the final analysis, he is just a child, growing up in the body of a god without any understanding of human nature. Their stunted spirit is in a state that no one can fully understand: simple and passionate one moment, complicated the next. cruel."
Soshyan was stunned for a while.
"I thought...you respected him very much."
"This has nothing to do with respect. I am just stating the fact that the Primarchs like to magnify their own misfortunes but turn a blind eye to the real suffering."
"Okay, what about after that."
"This has no effect."
Savitar continued:
"The Legion was poisoned at that time, and Nastrom's venom was already abundant in the blood of the Legion. Believe me in my statement about the place where I grew up. In the vast street war, human life is cheaper than a handful of dust. Maybe The central city of Nastrom is still somewhat human, but most of the planet is struggling with anarchy, and abandoned cities reduced to wasteland fall into the hands of armies of scavengers, and the strongest candidates are often selected. Join the Eighth Legion and they become legends."
There was no smile in Sevatar's eyes as her smile disappeared.
"From then on, it was too late. The Primarch struggled with his own corruption. He hated himself, his life, and his Legion... The only thing he longed for was a return to normalcy. Opportunity to make his existence seem less useless."
"what chance?"
"The rebellion against the Emperor, the war of lies that you call the Horus Heresy."
"Just because of that?"
"Just because of this, we turned to confront the Empire... But we lost, so the people who were still alive fled. They ran to a place called Sargulhasa, outside the borders of the Empire, far away from the star of Terra. Torch, but the Primarch is said to still claim that the light pierced his eyes."
"them?"
Soshyan sensitively captured the details of the other party's words.
"You weren't with them?"
"I am dead."
The Prince of Crows grins like a haunted painting in the dark.
"——Die on the walls of Terra, or somewhere else. Anyway, I will die."
"Forehead."
Soshyan blinked, he couldn't understand the rebellion of this empire anymore.
"But now you-"
"So isn't it obvious?"
Sevita looked at Soshyan as if he were a fool.
"I don't want to play with them anymore."
"Don't you respect him very much?"
"I told you, it had nothing to do with respect. You won't understand. After that, the Primarch's mind was filled with madness. He cared nothing about the long war. For him, there was nothing above bloodletting the Imperium or It was to prove this matter for his life. He had a premonition of his death before he died. Soshiyang, can you understand? This is the madness of a dying man. His whole life has been oppressed by this dark omen. , he could not correct it until his death."
"Then what's the point of his madness?"
Soshyan became more and more confused.
"Plundering a corner of the Empire every two centuries and then slaughtering the entire world is of little value."
Sevatar looked at Soshyan with his lightless eyes.
"In the light of the Star Torch, it may indeed mean nothing, but the Primarch's corruption has swallowed him from the inside... He finally succumbed and became empty. I still remember the solemnity when he looked at us. I Father was upright in our eyes at that time, but later I watched helplessly as he became accustomed to the disgusting smell and became happy with those disgusting pictures. When his soul was rotting, his sharp eyes could only be seen on certain nights. Eyes, cold sharp teeth... Some brothers asked me if he had been contaminated by some external force. I couldn't answer. After that, most people no longer cared. After all, what could they do if they knew? The result was the same. "
"What happened to that assassination?"
Soshiyan asked suddenly. The original body of the Eighth Legion was killed by the Assassin's Court. This is not a secret, and it is also one of the main achievements of the Assassin's Court to show off to the outside world.
"This is what I want to mention. When his madness became clear, the assassination followed... I have never seen any creature so calm and joyful about its own destruction. Only death can prove its innocence. .”
Sevatar sighed deeply.
"This answers your original question. In the Primarch's mind, those who break the law should be punished with the most violent and fatal execution, leaving an example for those who harbor betrayal. The Primarch decided to set an example, so he let us kill across the galaxy. , violating every commandment and legal principle to the end, he knew that the emperor would prove this very well... In fact, he had already predicted that assassins would come to kill him, this disrespectful person of the imperial laws, he decided No more struggling.”
How a Primarch's death could be so hasty and careless, Soshyan was once again struck by the bizarre tales of the Eighth Legion.
"It's just a prophecy——"
"I saw him die, and he got the innocence he wanted, and even felt relief for the first time in centuries."
"The prophecy is not destined. Even if it is destined, do we really have to let it go? I cannot agree."
"Maybe."
Sevatar nodded.
"There is no living creature in this universe who committed suicide more than my father. His life was shattered by his pursuit of how to control mankind. His death proved the tragic end of our species."
