Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 382 371. The Burning of Prospero

In the darkness, the warning light lit up with a shrill red light.

The white helmet stepped on the ground, the floor trembled, the sickle pole scratched the ground, causing weak sparks. In the silence, the respirator breathed heavily, and red light flashed across the bolter barrel.

Claws and boots trampled the ground, and a rude roar sounded. Under the thick fur, cold light flickered across the blade, the wild wolf howled in a low voice, the battle ax hung down, and the ax surface was hard.

The drop pod is in place.

The Lord of Death raised his head and silently raised his scythe; the Lord of Winter lowered his head, roared and gripped his battle axe. Below the fleet, Prospero's dim light poured in from the porthole, coating the original body with a faint cold light.

The Emperor held his sword in his hand and lowered his eyes.

"let's start."

He said.

[...I can, I can. 】

Magnus took a deep breath and dazedly touched the microphone in front of him with his big hand.

[Is this real-time? 】

"No."

Hades, the Watcher, answered him calmly.

【All right. 】

Magnus smiled bitterly, and then he took a deep breath——

The warm sea breeze was blowing, with a slight salty smell. The scholar was holding his daughter on the way to the Great Library of Fortepu Pyramid. The sand-yellow streets were spotless. In the distance, the crystal on the top of the Great Pyramid Library was shining. Sparkling.

As if sensing something, she raised her head and stared at Prospero's bright blue sky with slightly squinted eyes——

【My people,】

A majestic voice sounded, her legs softened, and she knelt down with her hands leaning on the child.

"mom?"

The child looked back at her in confusion, but her mother quickly pressed her mouth firmly, shush, she was too young to understand what the original body meant.

She saw people on the street waiting in panic or joy. Some people knelt down and saluted the sky.

As a prophetic psychic, her heart skipped a beat.
【……I'm very sorry. 】

Magnus sat in the small and cramped cell, folding his hands together, and Hades could see blood flowing from between his fingers.

Magnus' mouth tried to open and close, but he was hoarse and couldn't make a sound.

You need to tell them the truth, Magnus.

You can't...you can't let him down anymore.

[I claimed that I healed the Thousand Sons, just as I restored Prospero. 】

She held the child tightly in her arms, her body trembling uncontrollably.

[I still remember Prospero, which was a wasteland at that time. All the towns except Tizca fell. 】

Magnus kept clenching his fist, twitching it, and then unclenching it.

[It is I who lead you to regain the lost land and rebuild our home and our city-state. 】

[I will always admit that Prospero is my pride. 】

【but……】

Magnus opened his mouth in vain again. He felt blood oozing from his vocal cords. He struggled to speak.

long silence.

The emperor's lips moved, Hades raised his speaker, he frowned,
"You have to give him a little more time."

As if hearing the whisper of Hades, the words struggled to be coughed out of Magnus's throat,
[…The psychic array surrounding the entire planet is wrong, and it may explode at any time. 】

The Scarlet King squeezed out these words from his mouth. No, it was not the psychic array, it was... its psychic power, but he couldn't say it out.

[In the name of Scarlet Magnus, no one should resist, close Prospero's defense system, stay away from the spirit-calling circle, and go to the square to wait. 】

[The empire promised me that if I don’t resist, I won’t die——]

The stabbing sound of electricity stopped, and the recording was cut off unilaterally.

Magnus turned pale and swayed.With a bang, the trembling Magnus lost consciousness and hit the table.

Outside the cell, Hades turned on the channel and shouted at the other end,
"Just let him finish! Just cut that sentence at the end!"

The Emperor calmly raised his hand and watched as a thin layer of light lit up over the entire planet, then quickly faded.

"Let death and winter come."

He said.

The next moment, tens of thousands of fires streaked across the void.

The scholar looked into the sky, and she saw the sky began to bleed, people were screaming and roaring, and the Scarlet King's last words were repeated harshly in the air,
【Everyone, please don’t resist...】

She looked at her daughter blankly, and her daughter was staring at her. The next moment, the child burst into tears, and the dessert in her hand fell to the ground with a thud.

The first airdrop pod hit the streets of Tizca, and scythes and fangs emerged from the thick smoke.

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Prospero is burning.

The earth cracked, night fell suddenly, lightning exploded, and heavy rain seemed to fall from the ground into the sky, falling into the endless hell.

Dark raindrops splashed around his feet, and the Emperor stepped expressionlessly on the steps of the Great Pyramid of Fortepp. The black rain howled in his ears along with the shrill lightning, tearing at his golden helmet.

He climbed up the stairs.

Below the howling wind, the Emperor caught a glimpse of the trembling people in his peripheral vision. He saw the Thousand Sons whose bodies had been taken away by the "Guardian Elves" exploding with ghostly light, wolves howling around them, and the firelight piercing the night.

That is a necessary sacrifice.

He continued upward, the flames of the Emperor's Sword gleaming on the golden helm, and the raindrops evaporated before they came into contact with the flames. At the tip of Prospero's largest pyramid, the warp and the physical world were now confused, and he heard the sharp mockery sounded.

The waves of the vast ocean slapped him, and he saw the suddenly accelerating turbulence, the ghostly blue shadow twisted and laughed loudly, the galaxy burned, the stars fell, the huge waves of psychic energy hit Terra, and the twisted river of destiny It will flow back to its original place under the hands of chaos.

He saw Horus, the hollow body of Horus, he saw the Astartes pointing their swords at the Astartes, he saw the Scions trapped in place by the turbulence of the warp, he saw Magnus screaming at him. he whined.

[Father, father—I have never betrayed! ! ! 】

The winter wind slapped his face.

The lion is imprisoned in desire, the phoenix falls in heartbreak, the steel is rotten, the horse is bound, the wild wolf roars towards its former kin, the watcher collapses in the forgotten corner, the madman mocks the nobles in the night, carrying blood and laurels at the same time Blonde hair, those who despise flesh and blood will eventually be backlashed.

Those who escape fate are dragged into the whirlpool of fate again, those who firmly believe in the prophet return to the path, the king is betrayed by his people, the sinner finally proves his innocence by having a disembowelment, the lover is broken under the betrayal, the believer draws a knife in front of the god, and the dragon hides in the ground Deep in the depths, the raven screamed and its wings were ripped off by its roots.

+Fate-oh!What a wonderful destiny! +
The sharp and bloody laughter cut his flesh and stung his nerves. The blue shadow seemed to be singing next to him. The emperor raised his sword and the flames burned.

+It’s time for you to join the game!You're out of time!You man who despises fate!You have to pay your price! +
"lie."

The next moment, golden light suddenly opened.

The flames swept across and ignited, and the darkness disappeared along with the phantom. It was more like leaving consciously than expelling him. The last scream still echoed in his ears for a long time, but he never listened to the lies of liars.

The light drove away the deep night, and he saw the last painful screams of the infected souls under his feet. Some people escaped, and some died there. The wind tore at him, and he heard calls, calling him from a distance.

【All father! !All father! ! ! 】

He lowered his eyes and saw his son breaking through the wind and heavy rain, climbing the slope of the pyramid sadly, trying to reach his feet. What was reflected in the fierce eyes of the Wolf King, enough to make him move forward regardless of everything? To protect his father?
The emperor blinked,

"No problem."

He said calmly, seeing the Wolf King grinning and trying to smile.

This also made him feel a little relieved.

He stared at the Wolf King still struggling and trying to move forward, but the wind was no longer so turbulent and the rain was not so heavy at this moment. Under his light, they all fled far away. He watched the Wolf King begin to become easy.

The Emperor raised his hand, and he opened it. Magnus's single eye was staring at him from his palm, and the raindrops fell, as if he were crying.

He looked at the Wolf King and recalled the biting winter wind.

The Emperor held out his hand, motioning for Leman Russ to take it.

He let go, and Magnus's one eye fell from the top of the Pyramid of Fortepp into Leman Russ's hand.

"Take it."

He said.

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(End of this chapter)