Chapter 253 Death of the Second Primarch

"Our brothers... are a little strange, aren't they."

"I felt a strange aura in him, a kind of indifferent tragedy that made people cry, but it was neither Hamlet nor Macbeth, but a more... crude feeling."

Fulgrim stood dignifiedly on the dilapidated iron tower. He hesitated for a few seconds, carefully letting his cloak avoid the railings that had not been scrubbed for an unknown period of time, and then turned his head.

He looked at his blood relatives with seriousness and confusion.

Under the fingertips of Chemos Phoenix is ​​the city of Quintus, the core of the midnight ghost's rule. At this time, it is filled with torrents of death and silence, which are tens of thousands of Nostramos.

People lowered their heads and formed the quietest queue, leading all the way to the fine gold factories that devoured them, continuing their eternal daily work.

"There's something not right about this world, folks."

Chemos Phoenix's brows wrinkled because of the weak sun above his head and the oppressive stench of exhaust smoke, writing the dissatisfaction and disgust in the heart of the Primarch. He quickly left his position and returned to

Among his blood relatives, and behind them, the huge family recognition ceremony had just ended. The Astartes warriors and Nostramo bureaucrats silently exited, leaving those who were the noblest to possess

Hear the glory of the Emperor's words.

"I think it's okay. Except that the problems brought about by industrial development don't seem to be given enough attention, this world is pretty good. It's quiet, busy, and well-organized. It's a qualified industrial world."

As always, the first person to answer Fulgrim was his Gorgon. This pair of close brothers with outstanding military exploits and dazzling brilliance stood at the core of the five Primarchs. Next to them was the silent rock, smiling.

the apostle, and the Lord of the Far Eastern Frontier who had just returned and seemed quite unfamiliar.

The expressions of each Primarch were not very good, because although what they saw was far less chaotic than imagined, it also revealed an indescribable sense of oppression. The Lord of the Word Bearers had quietly lowered his head.

, began to pray for the gospel from the emperor for this dilapidated country, and Dorn turned his attention to the oldest and tallest buildings. Every time he saw a rusty wall, his originally extremely serious face

It became darker and darker.

As for the genetic mother of the Second Legion, her eyes focused on another interesting thing: Morgan's will drifted with the slight movement of his pupils, curiously looking at the Norths scattered in the dull crowd.

Telamor dignitaries, and was soon smacking her lips at the darkness of souls she saw.

"Come on, Ferus."

Fulgrim walked back to his brother and raised his chin arrogantly, defending his point of view and authority.

"I have ruled a real industrial world and personally led it from the brink of death to a prosperous age. I know very well what an industrial world should look like, especially one with obvious characteristics like Nostramo.

A fringe planet with inherent advantages.”

"Let me tell you, I originally thought I would see a chaotic, wealthy and crazy world, where a handful of ruling classes occupied most of the voices with their extravagant desires, but what happened before our eyes was

It will make any righteous person angry, but it will also lead to undeniable abnormal prosperity."

"But the reality is contrary to my imagination and experience. Look at us. Although this world has its own prosperity, its own career, and even comforting stability, it is silent.

The silence was terrifying. There was not even a roaring engine on those wide roads. Thousands of neon lights and billboards were spread across every corner of the city, which was enough to show that they were once glorious and prosperous, but now, they are just a piece of land.

It’s just a dull screen.”

"They are very quiet, everything is very quiet, but this quietness is definitely not a long tradition or a valuable consensus, because I can't see it on the faces of those people."

"This kind of silence... is more like a kind of breathless concentration under the fangs."

"I am not sure what has happened to this world, my brothers, but I am certain that the changes it has undergone will not be entirely good."

The Phoenician's face was serious, and his words successfully attracted the attention of all his blood relatives, but there was no real response that could answer his concerns. Several of the Primarchs present were either concerned about this.

There is no way to start with the dead silence, or you simply don’t care about such a remote world.

Finally, Ferus took a step forward, walked to Fulgrim's side, patted his shoulder gently, and showed a smile that was so rough that it was heart-wrenching.

"No need to worry so much, Phoenix."

"This is the world that belongs to our brothers. He is the king here, and the residents here are also surrendering to his rule. All this is obvious. Since Conrad would choose to create his home planet in this way, it means that

There must be some truth and opinions that belong to him."

"Just like I allowed the disputes between Medusa's tribes to remain, the situation in each world is different, and the problems in our eyes may not shake the foundation of Conrad's rule here at all."

"……I hope so."

The Phoenician snorted softly, and his eyes drifted to the midnight ghost who stood beside the emperor and said nothing. His pupils exuded real concern and care.

"But our brother does not seem to be a real king. He is more like a statue of a god that shocks everyone. I am very worried about whether he has experienced real education and understands the meaning of rule and development."

"You seem to care about this issue?"

Gorgon's soft whisper brought Fulgrim back to his senses. He raised his head, showed a meaningful smile, gently buttoned the hard armor under Ferus' neck, and then placed it on Gorgon.

whispered in his ear.

"Does this make you jealous?"

"I'm not that stingy."

"Come on, look at the fire burning in your chest, it's hotter than your forge."

"I've always been like this, Phoenix, I've always been like this."

"Yes, I know. This is also what I like most about you. After all, phoenixes are always attracted to flames, even if the being in the flames is the terrifying Gorgon."

"Do you regret this?"

"If I answer [sometimes], will your flames burn brighter?"

Whispers and laughter sounded in the lips and ears of the two Primarchs, leaking out tiny fragments, and flowed into the ears of the other Primarchs on the side with the foul-smelling breeze. The Word Bearers and the Imperial Fist

The owner seemed to have been accustomed to this for a long time, while the other poor mother of the Dawnbreaker couldn't help but dilate her pupils.

⊙ω⊙

Morgan blinked: her soul had just been shocked by the extremely high "average literacy" of the Nostramo people, and when she turned around, she saw this scene created by two blood relatives, which shocked her even more.

And just as the leader of the Second Legion was looking at the two blood relatives clinging to each other with some surprise, someone tapped her on one shoulder: it was Luo Jia.

The Lord of the Word Bearers showed that gentle smile that had remained unchanged for almost ten thousand years. He had just finished praying for Nostramo. He had obviously seen this scene, but he was already calm and could even look towards his own.

The new blood relative slowly shook his head and told her that there was no need to be so surprised.

"Our brothers: Fulgrim and Ferrus, have always been like this. This is just a way for them to express their friendship, and it is a blessing given to them by the Emperor."

【……】

Does the Emperor also bless this aspect?

On the other side, although Donne's gaze did not bring any actions or words, it also clearly expressed the same meaning: there is no need to be surprised by such a trivial matter.

【……】

I don’t know why, but compared to Fulgrim and Ferrus’ amazing performances, the already familiar postures of Lorga, Dorn and even the Lord of Humanity not far away made Morgan feel deeper.

In shock.

But fortunately, this shock did not last long, because as the Lord of Mankind moved his steps, Phoenix and Gorgon soon separated. Fulgrim joined forces with his brothers while heading towards the second

The Lord of the Legion cast a shining gaze.

"Will your legion come to take over Nostramo, Morgan?"

【……take over?】

"Yes, temporarily managed."

[But this is Curze’s home planet.]

"It doesn't look like our brothers will be acting alone anytime soon."

Fulgrim glanced at his new sister, studying some of the default rules between the Emperor and the Primarch.

"Have you not noticed that the Eighth Legion did not accompany us, and none of us received news of their assembly? This shows that the Emperor does not want to hand over the Eighth Legion to Curze's management in a short period of time."

【Why?】

"Because our brothers need time to adapt and learn."

Ferus took over the words, and in his deep voice, several Primarchs began to walk towards the Storm Bird together. The Lord of Humanity took the Midnight Ghost to go first. He needed to conduct a test on his new heir.

Comprehensive physical examination.

"Almost every Primarch will go through a period of learning after returning to adapt to life in the void. Such learning may be with the Emperor, or with a certain brother. Of course, the best thing is to

…”

""Holy Terra.""

Fulgrim and Ferrus spoke this answer tactfully. They blinked at each other and chuckled as they recalled their chance encounter at the foot of the Ural Mountains.

This time, Morgan found that she had put on an expression that was no different from Luo Jia's. The leader of the Second Legion couldn't help but secretly feel lucky for his efficient learning ability.

[Does every Primarch go through such a period of time?]

"Most of them are. After all, even we can't adapt to the void and the Great Crusade in an instant. There must always be a buffer period: Take you, Morgan, for example, haven't you studied with Zhuangson for more than ten years?

What?"

【……yes.】

So is that learning?
To be continued...