40K: Where did the Emperor go?

Chapter 64 The Awakened Old Lion

"Where am I?"

The soldier woke up from his sleep, he was still wearing armor, surrounded by a forest that he was inexplicably familiar with.

The warrior got up and walked out, branches and leaves brushed against his armor, when he came to the small lake, he saw an empty boat with a scarecrow on it, and the scarecrow seemed to be fishing with a fishing rod.

Fishing with a dummy?Is this a fool?

The scarecrow gave him a familiar feeling, and the soldier wanted to go over to have a look, so he started to walk over.

The huge shadow under the water seemed to sense the warrior's entry and began to swim towards him.

"Come back soon."

A voice sounded.

The warrior looked and saw a small man in a green robe shouting to him.

The little figure was familiar to him, and the warrior walked back to the bank toward him.

"What is this place?" asked the soldier.

"Family."

The warrior waited a moment before realizing that this was the green-robed guardian's answer.

The soldier pointed to the scarecrow on the boat: "What is that?"

Guardian: "He who deceived the world, with this method, he was able to get out of trouble."

him?who is heHe is not like some of his brothers who are born to solve puzzles and can unlock complex puzzles to obtain answers.

Wait, he has brothers?Where is his brother?Anyone?
One by one, vague shapes appeared in the mind, and then quickly disappeared, as if they could not be caught by the blue smoke.

He found that the sun was shining in the forest, and there might be an exit, so he ignored the guardian and walked towards it.

The Guardian didn't move but it always reappeared from the edge of the shadows, always following the warrior in this moving pattern.

Until the warrior sees a building, or at least the dome of another.

He could only see so much from here.It was a dome of graceful white stone, with pillars supporting it.

Previously he had to carve his own way through the woods, but now there was a clean path in front of him, with well-trimmed bushes and tree trunks on both sides.

The soldier was about to pass, but the guardian stopped him: "Don't go that way."

Warrior: "Why?"

Guardian: "You are not strong enough."

The soldier stretched his shoulders and looked down at the small creature. He seemed to be much older, but he still didn't feel any weakness.

Guardian: "It's not this kind of power, what you need is not this kind of power."

The soldier narrowed his eyes and looked at the guardian: "You oppose all the decisions I have made that might help me sort out the status quo. Then what do you want from me?"

Guardian: "Follow your nature."

The soldier seemed to smell something, he sniffed again, something was wrong.

He was in the middle of the dense jungle, so he should naturally have the breath of life and death, but his nose smelled something different.

A faint, disgusting smell, a smell that does not belong to natural decay or decay, the smell is more pungent and more uncomfortable.

corrupt.

This is discordant twisted stuff.It's something that shouldn't be here, or even be there at all.

A warrior knows what he has to do.He needs to follow his nature.

The hunter stepped forward and began to pursue his prey.

The soldiers pushed through the woods, and then saw a battlefield, with explosive bombs flying, plasma washing the ground, and tanks and aircraft fighting each other.

"What the hell do you mean by support?" Political Commissar Kane raised his gun and shot at the enemy in the distance.

"Don't ask me, ask the emperor, the old man, we were abducted here, how do I know when the support will come."

"The Left Hand of the Canglang" took out his plasma bolt gun and fired at a distance. His deadly shooting method of almost using the gun until the red flashing alarm was fired every time, made Zabriel consciously run to the back of another trench.

The lunatic Astarte who claimed to be abducted by the emperor didn't take his life seriously at all. From the gene seeds and armor, he seemed to belong to the First Legion like himself.

I also know the deeds of the First Legion and the Primarch, but I feel that this person is very strange, as if he lives in a world completely different from himself and the people around him.

Zabriel also couldn't understand how he was brought to Cadia. Could it be that the emperor really appeared?
Zabriel avoided the idiot who was holding on to the plasma gun trigger until it turned red, and he planned to go to the other side to defend where even if the plasma explosion would not affect him.

Then Zabriel looked up and saw a giant in dark green armor, decorated with bright and gorgeous decorations of the First Legion, who was much bigger than himself.

Zabriel was stunned for a moment, then hatred welled up in his heart, he raised the two bolt guns in his hand to the giant, and pulled the trigger after gritting his teeth.

Zabriel's bomb missed the target, not because of his marksmanship strokes, but because of the opponent's perfect and unreasonable reaction speed and agility.

Zabriel aimed and fired the first time he saw the opponent, but the opponent was able to dodge while his bolter was still flying in mid-air.

In the microseconds between Zabriel twitching his hands slightly and his superhuman reflexes raising the guns, the opponent has already pulled away.

In just one breath, the opponent had already rushed in front of him, whipped his guns away, and held him down, just like an adult easily holding down his disobedient child.

At this moment, all the memories flooded back into the soldier's mind during this stimulus, Ryan Al'Jonson, the Lord of the First Legion.

But there are enough memories for him to recall who he is and what happened in the past.

The Knights of Caliban; his father and brothers, Horus, the pathetic traitor, Curze, the hateful monster, the noble and tragic Sanguinius, and the arrogant Russ, and the irritating Robert.

And the home worlds of those rebel brothers were ablaze with his order, and Terra was ablaze because of his late arrival.

Returning to Caliban, but even it was burning in ruins around him, facing Luthor, the overwhelming grief of realizing what his old friend had become.

The wave that felt as if it was rushing against his face hit him again, almost knocking him down.after that...after...
After that there is nothing.Only the forest is left, and the trickle.

The lion glanced at his battle-tested black armor, which was full of battle scars, and there were all kinds of symbols on it that were mysterious to people outside the legion.But the lion is familiar with every mark, just like the appearance of an old friend: "The knight of the second destroyer squad of the third company of the No. 15 battle group, the leader of the Holy Three Keys Knights, and the fighters of the Dreadwing."

More memories washed over his sea of ​​consciousness, and at the same time brought a name to which these titles belonged, "Zabriel."

The Lion King looked at Zabriel who was suppressed by him and said angrily: "You traitor, you killed me once, and you want to kill me a second time."

(End of this chapter)