Emperor's Daughter of the Red Sands

Chapter 54 Price
"...Erebus is dead?"

Lorgar looked suspiciously at the senior priest of the Word Bearers who was kneeling on the ground in front of him. He even wondered if he had heard it wrong.

But the high-ranking priest just nodded silently, his trembling figure symbolizing that his mood was as shocking as the Primarch's.

"…This…"

Facing the shock and silence shown by his son, Lorgar was even more puzzled.

He couldn't understand the meaning of this news.

In his eyes, the pious and shrewd Erebus is undoubtedly the mainstay of the Word Bearers, and his sacrifice will almost symbolize the annihilation of the accompanying Word Bearers Chapter.

In fact, as the head priest of the Word Bearers, Erebus' status is not insignificant.

Lorgar divided the Word Bearers organization into regular warbands and his own clerics, of whom the clerics were prominent.

The two lines of power within the Word Bearers Legion often intersect and diverge.Although the two lines are theoretically separate, no low-ranking company commander would question the authority of a high-ranking priest.

Erebus, as the chief priest, symbolizes the center of the chain of command of the priests of the No.17 Legion.

He is second only to the Primarch after the Chapter Master.

Logically speaking, Erebus is even qualified to dispatch an expeditionary fleet to accompany him.

And he died.

Lorgar had no recollection of sending Erebus to some of the most dangerous heretic worlds.

Word Bearers casualties are usually not high.

The No.17 Legion has not accepted battlefield missions with extremely high combat intensity recently. Their mission is usually to recover some worlds that have not yet completely surrendered to the empire, and use faith and the "Holy Words" to send those uncivilized barbarians They are under his command.

After pondering for a moment, Lorgar asked.

"How did he die?"

Facing the question of the Primarch, the high priest lowered his head.

"...in the City of Perfection, the Head Priest was executed for 'heretics' by the Primarch of the No.12 Legion."

"The reasons... are 'planning to betray the empire' and 'heretical beliefs'."

The voice of the senior priest trembled a little, and there seemed to be an unspeakable struggle in his heart.

"...?"

Lorgar frowned.

He had heard a little about the No.12 Legion's Primarch...but why was the 'betrayal' related to the death of Erebus?

Before waiting for Lorgar to think and understand the cause and effect, the Word Bearer tremblingly delivered even more important news.

"The Emperor... came to the Perfect City in person."

"He asked...the fleet of the Word Bearers to destroy the Perfect City himself."

……

……

Perfect city.

The golden and scarlet figures paced the corridor, and the sound of conversation echoed in it.

"...can he understand what you mean?"

"He has to understand."

The holy statue of the emperor made of white jade was warmed by the candlelight, and it seemed that even the closed eyes showed a little kindness.

"...I thought you would change your choice a little after seeing that future."

Elaine sighed slightly.

"Especially... after I kill the scum that will cause all tragedies."

Just as she expected, in that unparalleled battle, time has passed by for decades without a sound.

After the war ended, she was sent to a critical time node in the real universe by the subspace storm set off by the blood god.

Not long after she slew Erebus, the fleet of the Lord of Men arrived over the perfect city.

And... the death sentence for the perfect city was pronounced.

"..."

"The future does not change with any subjective foreknowledge."

The lord of humanity looked up at the majestic and sacred statue silently, and spoke slowly.

"It's the very existence of it, the unreasonable."

The majesty revealed in the words symbolizes his determination and will.

"...you are still demanding on religion."

Regarding the attitude shown by the emperor, Elaine couldn't help shaking her head slightly.

In fact, since she returned to the current universe, she has clearly felt that there is some kind of invisible thrust pushing herself towards the inevitable and unavoidable future.

The empty right arm is still aching, and some invisible connection seems to be linking the distant starry sky.

Although the fleet of Ultramarines did not arrive with the Emperor as in history, a series of treacherous developments are gradually becoming violent.

"Not harsh."

"Because I've seen too much tragedy and destruction."

There was a hint of regret in the emperor's voice, and his eyes shifted from the majestic icon to Elaine's single arm.

His gaze became deeper and deeper, as if he realized that Elaine's right arm was still aching, and also seemed to realize that her right arm would bring an unspeakable fate.

"That's so insignificant compared to everything that's about to happen..."

"No matter whether Lorgar's fate is irreversible, no matter whether the No.17 Legion runs counter to the empire, no matter..."

"Whether that mutiny really happened."

Seemingly aware of the emperor's attitude and gaze, Elaine gritted her teeth slightly.

"—I don't understand."

"You should have seen... the human will to resist in that war."

"In fact, I see that fate is not an unbreakable enemy."

"Under this will... Everyone's sacrifice is not meaningless, and everyone should not obey the doomed tragedy."

"Even if it's just a slight chance...there are endless possibilities."

In Elaine's sonorous and powerful words, the pupils of the Lord of Humanity flickered for a moment.

After patiently listening to the daughter's rebuttal, he slowly closed his eyes.

"...the price, my child."

"The point...is the price."

"Perhaps your will is indeed enough to support this resistance, but you have to think carefully about the price involved."

The emperor's voice became more and more indifferent, and the displeasure on Elaine's face was reflected in his pupils.

"Your legion has almost been lost in the war with him, your land has been consumed in endless decades of war, and your life and will have almost been left in the highest heaven."

"...I do not deny the precious will you and your legion have shown, but you cannot impose this will on your other brothers."

"Especially... Lorgar."

"You presumptuously slew his head priest, pouring the flames of rebellion upon the Word Bearers..."

"No one will beg for a piece of salvation from the future before the truth comes."

Amid the Emperor's indifferent words, Elaine's fists clenched more and more.

"Even if he was really redeemed by your wishful thinking...but any of your efforts will never be remembered."

"……I do not care!"

Elaine roared and interrupted his father's sneer.

"Perturabo, Lorgar, Curz... my brothers, they all have a corresponding chance to be redeemed!"

"I never cared about the cost, and I never cared about any imprint..."

Amidst Elaine's roar, the closed eyes of the human lord slowly opened, but there was no longer any indifference.

"Empires should have been better, and humans should have been better!"

Yeah, she never cared about that kind of thing... remembered or not, whether or not her struggles made sense.

She just wanted to make up for all the regrets, she just wanted to restore the tragedy that shouldn't have happened.

Ever since Elaine was born as the Primarch in this dark and terrifying universe, the endless shackles from fate have surrounded her—there have been too many tragedies and regrets in that battle from the gods. Staged in an illusion, there is too much pain and hatred engraved on her body by thousands of desperate illusions, all of which are not just illusions to her, and all are not just falsehoods to her .

Every overly heavy betrayal and every overly painful struggle left huge scars on Elaine's heart. Even though she was redeemed by the emperor's holy golden light, these sufferings brewed through endless bitter wine The past still existed in her heart, the boundless darkness that lurks in the sea of ​​mind, merged with the cursed knowledge.

So much so that this heavy pain has been combined with her soul, just like Angron's butcher's nail that symbolizes tragedy.

Even though her tough soul is strong enough to block all the heavy sufferings, it also subconsciously influences her choices all the time.

…And, she herself never thought of rejecting such a choice.

Father and daughter confront each other in silence.

The cold moonlight shone on the face of the emperor, and the luxurious marble reflected a little dazzling luster.

The Lord of Humanity gazed at the fiery flames burning in Elaine's gilded pupils.

In it, he saw too little hope.

But in the terrifying darkness that stretches as far as the eye can see... it is enough to shine.

Just like himself.

"So…"

"Just be prepared to bear this suffering and responsibility..."

The Emperor whispered softly.

"my child…"

Under Elaine's shocked eyes, too dazzling fiery spiritual energy burst out from the majestic figure of the emperor. The entire church was illuminated by this dazzling light comparable to a star, and even the night sky was illuminated by this miraculous scene. Torn out unimaginable light.

Until Elaine's vision returned to normal amidst the extreme brilliance, until... her right arm felt sensation again.

She stared dumbfounded at her right arm: the extremely luxurious gilt arm armor and scarlet satin covered the entire right arm, revealing a little dazzling golden light from the gaps in the armor. If you look carefully, you will find that there is nothing inside it Physical body, but an existence composed of pure energy.

However, this flexible touch that can move freely represents that this existence is not false.

"This…"

Elaine looked at the Lord of Humanity blankly, but there was only endless pity and lament in his pupils.

It's like watching a sad opera that is about to come to a broken end.

"Now, I know... your burning will, your precious courage to face the irresistible."

"So, with that comes ... a heavier, more difficult responsibility."

In the soft voice of the Emperor, the endless laments from ancient history echoed leisurely.

He turned around slowly, leaving Elaine with a stalwart back.

In this back view, Elaine saw everything: Augustus, Jesus, the first emperor, the last saint, the woman walking by the river, the hunter walking in the forest...

Everything is Him.

He is also constantly overlapping with the icon of the god emperor.

As if never changed.

"My child. On this long journey, you will give everything..."

"Whether it is the responsibility of the Great Expedition or the price of changing fate."

"Until you're exhausted...until everything you've known and cherished inevitably perishes on its way to destiny."

At this moment, the stalwart figure in front of Elaine seemed to be gradually blurring.

As if the man in the shining gold armor was not the lord of men wearing the laurel crown, as if the being that shone with the icy rays of the sun was not the emperor of a great empire.

It is an old sailor who has been suppressed by the years and time, but still stands tall, old and strong.

……

The waves of the Empyrean churned wildly in the whispers of the Ruinous Powers.

The cowardly soul drifts with the current, and the tenacious will struggles tenaciously in it.

On the dark and sparkling sea, there are only playful gazes and mocking whispers from the gods, only the dazzling rays of the cold golden sun.

The old chess game has been completely broken in the miraculous struggle of the brave.

The brand-new chess game unfolded again amidst the whispers of many chess players.

Their eyes passed through the sea of ​​souls, watching the No. 17 Legion fleet that was driving at full speed in the subspace channel, and glimpsed the vague uneasiness in the heart of the stalwart primarch.

They saw his adoptive father go into a rage.

They saw the flickering flicker of his faith.

They saw that his mind was faltering.

Yeah...everything has changed, but nothing seems to have changed.

Indigo's string of destiny is lamenting and playing wantonly, and he has seen countless strange and strange changes intertwined at this moment.

The lavender slim figure issued a coquettish light, and he looked forward to more heavy and hysterical desires being released wantonly.

The dark green decayed courtyard echoed with pitiful sighs, and He embraced all the unmoistured souls with pity, and sprinkled all his love and despair.

And the crimson skull throne, only his wild laughter and roar.

The severed arm stained with holy blood was the reward he won in the last chess game, and it was also the bet for this new chess game.

He was looking forward to her taking it back, and also looking forward to whether she would fall in the next moment.

The heavy ax from the past and the future tore apart all who would covet the prize.

They all stared at her figure.

They all looked at the wolf god and the angel.

The intricate chess game of the galaxy has already been stepped down amidst the whispers and murmurs of the gods, and the successive endings of the clowns have also been foreseen by them.

A tide of chaos is constantly accumulating in Deep Purple's pupils, in which countless futures that even they have not foreseen are budding.

Her stalwart but small figure kept flickering in the mist.

And the overburning fireflies... will naturally come to an end.

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(End of this chapter)