Karil opened his eyes and left the kingdom that had been built with his powers. He couldn't stay long, the place welcomed him, and that's the problem.

It welcomed him too much.

It was almost weeping and begging him to stay in it forever, to promise all conditions, to give supreme power

As always, Carlil left it behind.

In the dark halls, the Raven Guards slept quietly. More than 60,000 people, a huge number, but still too small compared to the unit of the legion. This also proves the truth of something - Horus is deliberately controlling the number of the 19th Legion.

For what? Is it more easy to control? Carlil had the answer, but he didn't bother to talk about it.

The Primitives are extremely emotional creatures who are endowed with extraordinary strength and intelligence, but that's not enough, far from enough. These two things can always be abused, the difference is only in the degree of abuse.

Horus Lupecar, the glorious wolf shepherd, was the epitome of brotherhood and brotherhood, and single-handedly created the Terra-Descendant Ravenguard. Two extremes, two opposites, two very different examples.

Primordial Body, Legion.

Legion, Primordial.

Two mirrors, mortals carrying the blood of the genetic protogens reborn as Astarte, with a face similar to their father's, they should have been closer to Corax in some places. However, as things stand, they are actually more in tune with Horus.

You have to admit the absurdity of this and be embarrassed by the situation that Colus Corax is in.

Among the primordials, he was the latest to return, and he was still an idealist. His ideals may succeed on one or two planets, but if you look at the whole galaxy, it's a stupid joke out of reach.

Every idealist's life is a constant labor pain, and the gap between imagination and reality will hit them hard again and again. In the process, some people will change, some people will go crazy, and some people will go to the end to commit suicide

Which one does Coreus Corax belong to?

Carlil didn't have an answer, and he didn't bother to think about it. Rather, he had no way to think of the answer.

He just looks, he can only watch.

He saw the Raven Guards stand up.

Colus Colax once said it was a trial, and yes, it was. But in his context, judgment is placed after the trial.

Those who fail the trial will spend the rest of their lives atoning for what they have done, they will not die, their honor will not be erased, and so will their names.

They will simply stay away from the original and the legion forever.

For the Raven Guards, this is more terrible than death. Coracles' kindness was in a way the last thing they wanted to drink, but they had no choice. That's how cruel things are.

This is what is destined to happen when a legion is branded as another primordial.

It's not right.

Carlil frowned, his view of the world seemed to be veiled.

In this perspective, time becomes useless, and even his own perspective on the world begins to become detached and indifferent, as if the viewer is observing the lives of others from the perspective of a third person

Everything no longer feels real, but becomes a simple description that can be explained in a few words.

It wasn't until the bell rang in his ears that he understood what was happening.

Wars, he has been through too many wars.

There were countless dead, and each battle surpassed what he had known about the word before, whether it was Astarte, the auxiliaries, or those who would not surrender. Every dead person roared in his head.

The sergeant of the Zorothians needed to cross the line between life and death to hear their calls, but he didn't. Their calls, their pleadings, their screams were all audible. By the power of power, they rolled in, more terrible than a tsunami.

He lost a clear grasp and scale of each day he experienced, and he began to observe everyone and everything in a completely detached attitude. Even if he wanted to say something and do something, he couldn't.

That's the price? Or is it the revenge of the dead?

In a meaningless amount of time, he saw the Raven Guards rising, another preaching by Colus Corax, and the departure of the Raven Guards a few days later.

He also saw Conrad Coetze's slightly suspicious eyes, heard his question, and his own answer.

"War changes anyone, Conrad." He heard himself. "You have understood that any sacrifice can be allowed compared to what we have to fight against."

Conrad Coates was silent for a long time, and the Lord of the Night used his talent again, and then, he said nothing, only smiled sadly.

Time is stretched out again, and Carlil tries to stop there, he tries to explain to Conrad Coetzes, tries to say something.

Unfortunately, he couldn't do it.

Carlil sighed slowly, and turned his head, and he saw a golden light shining from the darkness and the heavy sound of the scepter hitting the ground.

"This is their judgment on you, and you have failed them as God." Said the man in the golden light. "I told you to be cautious with your powers, but you just wouldn't listen. Look at what you look like now, Karil Lohals, are you satisfied? ”

He paused for a moment, then spoke again with a slight reproach.

"He can solve Colacs' problem on his own, and you could have just made one or two suggestions instead of helping out yourself. The veil is the veil, and it is not tolerant of them, and naturally it will not be tolerant of you."

"Are you complaining?" Carlil asked.

"Sounds like that." Another said.

He clutched his scepter, silver hair streaked across his old face, and his eyes were as sharp as a falcon's. "But you deserve these complaints, Carlil Lohals. You did something stupid. ”

"Am I doing less?"

"It's not as stupid as this." So said the Palm Printer. "How much of your humanity is left?"

Carlil didn't answer the question, just lowered his head. As he moved, the surrounding environment changed abruptly, and the shattered glacier was revealed.

Most of the ice that could be called a plot of land is gone, and only the one on which the three of them are standing can still be called intact.

"Already." Machado shook his head in amazement and sighing.

"You should accept my original offer to stay in Terra, away from the war, and help the Great Expedition in another form. Going to the front line like you in person will only make the power you hide under your skin swell. ”

"Hmm" Carlil narrowed his eyes and nodded, he was observing his right hand, which was already faintly cracked.

The man in the golden light stepped out of it, grabbing Carlil's wrist like a doctor without question. He wore a laurel wreath on his head, his skin was dark, and his brow was furrowed. A moment later, a golden light lit up in his hand, and in its illumination, the cracks were mended a little.

"There's only so much I can do." The emperor said solemnly. "If you do it again, you will ascend to God."

"I'll be a little more cautious, dear doctor."

"No kidding."

Makado lifted his scepter and tapped the ground.

"The future is still unclear, and what you do may make it a little bit better, but it may also make it worse. Personally, it's stupid for you to use your power to save a bunch of Great Astartes. Look at what you get, is it worth it? ”

"If this group of Great Astartes can kill one more enemy and save one more human in the future, am I still stupid?"

"It's just as stupid, and it's not worth it." Without the slightest hesitation, Machado nodded. "Your insatiable self-sacrifice complex is no different from this glittering emperor standing beside me, it is an outward manifestation of mental illness."

"You two are just as stupid and crazy, and now is not the time for you to make frequent moves, so why don't you store up your strength? The darkness of the future has somehow reached out to us with its tentacles. ”

The Palm Sealer suddenly stopped his words and shook his head a little helplessly.

He already knew that his words didn't make sense, and the only reaction to his words was two similar smiles from his glittering emperor and the god in human skin.

Laughing apologetically, but unrepentantly.

Do you know how long it has been?" The palm printer asked.

"Six years? Seven years? Carlil raised an eyebrow, guessing with a slight interest.

"Nope." The Emperor took the call. "It's eighteen years."

Carlile's smile finally disappeared from his face.

"Eighteen years?" He frowned. Why is the backlash so severe?"

"Because you've turned them down so many times, all the grievances and some kind of call from the power itself stack up to form a bomb." Machado sighed and answered his question.

"You even lit the fuse yourself, and you woke the dead from their slumber, but you only woke up what you wanted. What about the rest? They also have resentment, they also have hatred, hatred of you. And you-"

"—and I won't refuse to come." Carlil's eyes narrowed. "I see, this power has taken revenge on myself."

"It is now the ninety-fourth year of the thirtieth millennium." The emperor calmly began to explain.

"Conrad Coetzes has managed Nostramo well, and there have been many collaborations between him and Robert Kiliman, and there are many worlds in the Ghoul Field. You now have three casting worlds, twelve agricultural worlds, and twenty-three mining worlds. ”

Carlil was silent for a moment and rubbed his face: "How did he do it? ”

"Because he also has a deep cooperation with the Mechanical." The Emperor shook his head. "Konrad Coetze has made good use of Nostramo's unique environment, but that's not the main thing right now. It's time for you to go back to the real world, Carlile. ”

"Over the years, your overly detached perspective has accelerated the Nightblades' conquest efficiency, but it has also made your anchors waver and suspicious, and you need to stabilize them."

"Your description of them sounds like a description tool"

The emperor tugged at the corners of his mouth and looked like he was smiling: "Tools are also divided into hand-held and not-handed. Wake up, you're in orbit with the Ultramarines and Robert Killiman. ”

He sighed with a complicated look on his face.

Yes, the whole job. Judgment Day is not just a judgment of the ravens.

(End of chapter)