Chapter 1132 Lennart’s Determination

Style: Fantasy Author: MogdrogenWords: 2522Update Time: 24/02/20 10:28:25
Lennart Meyers went into this hole again alone, because he realized that the problem must be solved tonight.

He walked in the darkness for a long time, and stopped when he reached the entrance at the bottom.

"We should talk."

To Lennart Meyers, the sounds in the darkness sounded like a chorus of knives scraping against metal.

Frost spread across the walls and floors, and a tingle of static shot across his skin.

After a while, a tall shadow stepped into his field of vision.

Its figure seemed to emerge directly from the darkness, and its whole body was wrapped in darkness. Only a bare snake-shaped helmet was exposed, covered with ice crystal scales. The scarlet eyepiece was contained in the snake's snout. The upper and lower eyepieces were Rows of sharp teeth.

"Talk about..."

Lennart Meyers looked very cautious, and the giant stopped.

This was not the first time that the Inquisitor wanted to find out the details of this collaborator who had been in contact with him a long time ago. Even when he was still studying under his mentor, the other party had already cooperated with his mentor, and even his mentor's tutor--

Their entire faction seemed to have had a long relationship with this man.

No one knows its name, they just call it "Viper".

He had also doubted whether the other party was a fallen member of the former Legion Astartes, but his mentor told him that the plans carried out by this man were in compliance with a great will.

But is that true?

Could that be true?

Personally, Lennart Meyers doesn't believe it, even if he can be where he is today, it has something to do with the other party.

To whom does this person serve and what is his purpose?

Now, more than ever, this question seems to need an answer.

As if he was aware of it, Lennart Meyers suddenly turned around and looked around the dark passage, and then turned back again.

"You didn't inform me before you came."

"I can come and go as I please."

Viper shook his head.

"It will only appear when I think it is needed, and it will definitely appear."

"Whose side are you on?"

Lennart Meyers asked suddenly, while Viper tilted his head as if he didn't understand.

So the judge emphasized again.

"You know what I'm talking about."

The Viper shook its head again, and for some reason, Lennart Meyers felt as if an evil smile appeared on the cold snake-shaped helmet.

"To be honest, this question is quite stupid."

"Your behavior makes me have to doubt that we must not lose this war. Although I care about the interests of the sect, I care more about the empire. I cannot hand over such an important fate to a person of unknown origin."

"Lennart, if I said I didn't care about you..."

Lennart Meyers stared into the other man's amber eyes, then shook his head.

"No, you won't."

"I just want to ask you a question, Lennart..."

The next moment, a snake-like voice hissed in Lennart Meyers's ears, as if several throats were whispering at the same time.

"What are you doing for?"

"Emperor——"

"You are a hypocrite, cunning...and an unscrupulous person, but you hesitate to move forward...why?"

Lennart Meyers blinked.

"Those are just my personal reasons."

The venomous snake was staring at him, its pupils drawing a black razor-like slit in its eyes.

The judge looked back at the other party firmly and said:

"But I will still win this war for Him at all costs..."

"Yes, I will too."

Viper nodded, but then the conversation changed.

"The question is, are you willing to make others pay the same price?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know what's coming."

Lennart Meyers blinked again, the lantern in his hand swaying again in the silence, the other person's words lingering in his skull.

Then he shook his head.

"I need her to open that thing."

"Yes I know."

"You seem to know everything."

"Then I'll help you."

Lennart Meyers looked into Viper's eyes.

"How are you going to help me?"

"...You will understand then."

The viper slowly disappeared into the darkness, just like a real snake.

Lennart Meyers turned around and waited for a moment.

Suddenly, a pale Melissa walked out of the darkness. She was sweating profusely. She glanced at the judge tremblingly and whispered:

"Owner......."

Lennart Meyers sighed.

"You shouldn't have followed."

There was no answer.

Then he turned around and looked at the dark wall in front of him.

"Open it."

Melissa did as she was told. Nothing was complicated. She put her hand on the shell of the sphere. When her unique spiritual power ran along a certain trajectory, a door flashing with light green fluorescence suddenly appeared.

Lennart Meyers hesitated in front of the door for a moment, then finally stepped inside.

The next moment, I found myself standing alone in an ancient stone corridor. A soft voice came from the depths. The voice had a rhythm, like a heartbeat, falling and falling together.

It's the sea.

The wind whistled in his ears, bringing snowflakes to stick to his face and coat, and the torches swayed in the wind, making a hissing sound.

Lennart Meyers stepped forward with his pistol raised, his boots tapping on the flat stone floor, and there were several red letters written on the wall to his right.

Honor, duty, faith.

Lennart Meyers slowly lowered his pistol, stretched out a gloved hand, and placed his fingers on the word "faith."

"Do you own it?"

The words echoed with a strange rhyme, as if they were spoken by two people at the same time.

Lennart Meyers looked around and saw a man standing there, wearing a white coat with a red ribbon hanging on his chest, his medals shining as brightly as his eyes.

That was his lost mentor.

"Faith, Lennart, do you have it?"

Lennart Meyers took his hand away from the writing on the wall and instinctively saluted to the other party.

"Yes, teacher, as you taught me, faith is my shield and my sword."

The other party shook his head.

"If that's the case, why do you still have so many doubts?"

Lennart Meyers blinked.

"Suspect?"

The other person took a few steps towards him.

"Doubts about this, doubts about the great plan, doubts about the Viper."

The man finally narrowed his eyes.

"And doubting yourself."

Lennart Meyers clenched his fists subconsciously.

"There is a reason for my suspicion, teacher."

"Is it because you think you might fail?"

The other person's words were like a knife cut, like a gunshot wound. He couldn't bear it, nor could he accept the possibility of disappointing the person he admired so much.

"No!"

He spat out the word through clenched teeth.

The world flickered for a moment, like a torch, like a corroded photograph, and the mentor smiled at him.

There is no corridor, and there is no sea, only a cool and empty stone room. The walls are illuminated by a faint light. A figure falls on the ground. His long gray hair covers his face, but it can be seen that the other person is wearing a uniform. A black coat.

Lennart Meyers stepped forward. He saw the Inquisition logo on his coat and realized that he had finally found the goal he had been looking for for so long.

"The most famous leader of the Promius sect was also the one who launched the war against the Horus sect, but he mysteriously disappeared at the most critical moment of the war, leaving the sect leaderless and eventually defeated by the Horus sect... Inquisitor, Dizzy Valentine.”