The Uncanny: The Knowledgeable Returns From Warhammer

Chapter 9 The Fool

The low murmur echoed in Aiwen's heart over and over again, and suddenly he seemed to see a ray of light penetrating the starry sky, and it seemed like an eternal flame was burning wantonly.

As the prayer deepened, a round of dark golden scorching sun was embedded in the long and narrow cracks in the starry sky full of destructive atmosphere, like a cold and ruthless eye, silently watching everything known and unknown in the universe.

"Emperor!"

The familiar light made Ivan feel joy in his heart, but when he tried to raise his hand to touch those distant phantoms, the prayer in his heart was interrupted, as if someone who had fallen asleep suddenly woke up. Everything dissipated in an instant like a dream bubble.

In the simple and small lounge, Ivan stared at the empty hands, then lowered his head to look at the unchanged body, and opened his mouth in confusion.

"It doesn't seem to be the same as expected?"

Not being able to contact the emperor means that he cannot be sure of his current state, whether there is any abnormality in the body on the golden throne, whether those future images are real or not, and a series of questions will not be answered.

But he also clearly remembered that during the Indomitable Expedition, Tzeentch, who had a stomach full of bad water, once encouraged Nurgle to end himself after the temptation failed, and dug a big hole on the agricultural star Lux.

As a result, countless battle groups fell into bitter battles, and Guilliman, the old regent of the Thirteenth Empire, was seriously injured because of this.

In the end, under Guilliman's faithful prayer, he witnessed with his own eyes that the other party was blessed with full blood and resurrected, carrying the holy sword in his hand, cutting melons and vegetables as if he was in the middle of a crowd of demons.

In the end, not only copied Nurgle's old den, but also forcibly knocked the opponent's casserole!

You must know that it is Nurgle, one of the oldest evil gods among the four evil gods, born from the will of despair, the concept of destruction, and controls the limits of life and death!

"Is it because...not loyal enough?"

The suspicion that just emerged made Ai Wen's face darken instantly, and he couldn't help defending himself in his heart.

"First, if I wasn't loyal enough back then, how could I have been tricked into becoming the Golden Throne?"

"Second...uh."

Thinking of this, he suddenly looked around as if he was stressed, and realized that there would not be Guilliman here, and after the presence of his Smurf, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

I don't know why, whenever I mentioned the word "second" in the past, Guilliman, the Regent of the Empire, No. 13 Primarch, always had red eyes and put on a desperate attitude.

This couldn't help but make him wonder whether the other party, and the Ultramarines battle group where the other party belonged, were hiding any secrets.

However, it is a pity that the 22 transformation operations presided over by the great sage Kaur in the first place almost emptied my past memory. The earth is the real pure-blood ancient humans, the natives of Terra.

"Huh... In short, it must be that there are not enough prayers, and the emperor hasn't heard it yet!"

After sorting out his thoughts and closing his eyes, and laying back on the bed again, Aiwen began to recite the contents of the Holy Word of the Empire silently in his heart.

But what made him feel strange was that as the prayer deepened, what emerged in his mind was not the scorching sun like the dark golden eyes shown by the emperor, but a handful of potholes covered with rust, and at the same time exuding crimson. A shiny brass knife.

"Could it be that the prayer was read wrong?" Ivan suddenly became a little confused.

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At around three o'clock in the afternoon, Klein, who was alone at home, locked the doors and windows, drew the curtains, walked four steps backwards, passed through the crazy roars and terrifying murmurs, and appeared above the gray mist again.

The eyes swept across the magnificent temple like a giant's residence, the long bronze table located directly under the wide dome of the temple, and the 22 high-backed chairs engraved with symbols of different constellations.

Klein, who was about to start the party, seized the time to let the gray fog cover himself.

When he was about to stretch out his right hand and tap the two crimson stars representing justice and the Hanged Man, he began to build a connection.

However, in the depths of the sea of ​​clouds filled with gray-white mist, a star that is different from other crimson stars is emitting a strange dark golden light.

And with the passage of time, the star smeared with dark gold is gradually pushing away the surrounding gray mist, tearing a long and narrow gap, like a strange eye that is slowly opening.

Since he didn't know much about the gray mist, Klein, who was at a loss for a while, stood there in a daze.

However, his own spirituality, which caused his head to throb a little due to the crazy warning, told him that if he didn't stop it immediately, when the "eye" was fully opened, it was estimated that there would be a replacement on the gray fog.

For a moment, under Klein's fiery control, the stagnant gray mist boiled like boiling water on the stove, and began to sweep towards the mutating stars, launching all-round competition and suppression .

With the passage of time, with the dark golden stars as pupils and the torn gray fog as eyelids, the strange eyes containing terrifying will finally began to close slowly.

The crimson brilliance gradually began to occupy the surface of the stars, re-establishing a subtle connection with Klein.

However, when he used his own spirituality to mobilize the gray mist and give him stronger ideas to fight for the control of the stars, the connection between him and the stars became closer.

Finally, after he was sweating profusely and completely suppressed the mutated stars, a burst of crimson brilliance flashed, approaching the lower position of the long bronze table on the right, and a figure with a dazed expression appeared.

In front of the old and mottled bronze long table, Aiwen looked up with amazed eyes. Just like the buildings on the Terra Palace, it can make the fighting Titan mecha tens of meters high, the towering dome that can stand up easily, and the outside of the palace. Shrouded by gray and white clouds, crimson stars looming.

After a long time, he retracted his gaze, skipped a handful of vacant high-backed chairs, and turned his gaze to the top of the long bronze table. The figure was shrouded in gray-white mist, and only a rough silhouette could be seen clearly.

Immediately, he frowned fiercely:

"Nurgle?"

"No, it doesn't smell that bad in here!"

"Slaanesh?"

"That's not right, there are no signs of torture instruments or parties here!"

"Khorne?"

"It's even more impossible. If that guy is estimated to be hit three times before he is eligible to talk to the other party."

"So... Tzeentch?!"

Looking again at the gray-white mist covering the opponent's figure, Aiwen suddenly had a glimmer of understanding: "Secret, full of conspiracy and trickery, it really fits Tzeentch's hobby!"

As for why he didn't think he was summoned by the emperor, but was cut off halfway by the evil god, it was entirely because there was nothing shiny and golden here.

Even if you look at it from the perspective of those aliens and demihumans, there is usually a saying among them: If the scale of the battlefield with humans is large enough, and all the muzzles point to the battlefield, "Bling Bulling" will emit dazzling light The enemy can always catch the opponent's commander!

Of course, under normal circumstances, this kind of behavior does not have much effect. If you accidentally encounter Vulcan who can catch a nuclear bomb on his face, a laser cannon is just a blushing Lion King Ryan.

Or like the traitor Magnus, he could also use psionic energy at his peak, directly ignoring the multi-layer void shield protection, and pull up the war fortress "Imperial Command Hall" weighing more than 3 tons from the air, just like a toy The primarch that was crushed and exploded on the spot can only make the death of the false believer look more heroic.

Therefore, not to mention the various versions that have been sung in the empire that regard the Emperor as a true god and the Primarch as an angel based on the dazzling facts.

Although the emperor himself does not like such a title!
"Hey, I really want to yell to Guilliman, the old thirteenth regent of the empire, your father has really become a god..."

While thinking wildly about the glory of the past, Aiwen asked the figure on the long bronze table:

"Who are you?"

"Ah? I still want to ask you!"

Looking at the figure at the bottom of the long table, Klein didn't know what to say for a while, but when he heard the other party's counter-question, he almost couldn't hold back and jumped up on the spot.

This is like, you are eating hot pot and singing songs at home, and suddenly the door of your house is kicked by someone, and the person who kicked the door said: Who are you? !

"If I hadn't reacted quickly enough, the position under the buttocks might have changed hands!"

The impulse to cut off the connection under strong pressure and kick the other party out of the gray fog.

After thinking about it in his heart for a while, Klein took a deep breath in an incomprehensible way, and told himself repeatedly that he should not be impulsive, and that he must maintain the inscrutability that a fool should have, and he must not show timidity.

Then put the right leg on the left knee, changed to a more comfortable position, and said lightly:

"They all call me, the Fool!"

(End of this chapter)