40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 501 19. The idol is broken and the dead are resurrected ()
Tujia heard his own breathing and heartbeat, which were very clear and natural. However, he could only hear these two sounds, and everything else had completely disappeared. Whether it's the prayers coming from behind the door or the fire burning in the fireplace in Horst's room
Following closely behind, running with them towards the realm of nothingness, was his sense of smell.

The smell of blood and the evil rotten stench unique to Chaos disappeared without a trace, and there was no trace of them anymore, as if they had never appeared. Tujia felt a twinge of fear. He didn't understand what was happening, but did he really need to know?

Those dark eyes were still staring at him. They had never blinked since the moment they appeared, as if their owner was not a human being or any living creature, and they did not need to blink to keep their eyeballs moist.
statue? Is it a statue?

Tujia felt ridiculous for his idea, he really didn't understand where it came from. However, after the self-deprecation ended, Tujia began to really regard this idea as a possibility.

Yes, only statues have such eyes. Black as a gem, as dead as ice, there is no emotion in it, only pure nothingness.

No living being could have such a pair of eyes, not even the dead. Tujia has seen many corpses. Unless he really died in his sleep, a person will definitely show at least one emotion at the moment before death.

But there was nothing in these eyes.

His emotions calmed down little by little. Humans are always very good at comforting themselves.

However, some people do it to escape reality and to give their conscience a false cabin that can temporarily shelter them from the wind and rain. This is not the case for some people, who do it just to keep calm in order to face the millions of difficulties that follow.

Tujia doesn't think he's the latter, but he does calm down bit by bit. In the sound of his own breathing, he slowly raised his head and looked into the eyes that belonged to the 'statue'. Then he saw his reflection in it.

They stood side by side, and the pale mist that reached their knees drifted past, making the place look like clouds in the sky. But there was darkness all around, and there were no stars or moon in the 'sky'. There was only an iron-grey ceiling and five different flags hanging together.

"Who is it?" he asked tremblingly, expectantly.

No one responded, but there was a strong feeling of weightlessness coming from under his feet. Once again, he slipped and fell, but returned to the world from the abyss.

"Ritual." Kaiul nodded and repeated the word again.

As a result, he became a madman addicted to hallucinations.

The five think tanks of the Shadow Knight were busy around an iron coffin not far away. They didn't make any sound. Even if they were walking, they were as quiet as ghosts.

Tujia silently grasped the fragment and put it in his coat pocket, where it stayed with his candy.

"I don't know," Kaiour said.

Urmit asked again: "Should I lie down in it later?"

"Emperor," Tujea said His name in a thoughtful tone. "Where am I?"

His once keen senses had been tortured into countless blurry fragments by a long period of time. In a place where there was no time to speak of, having such sensitive five senses was tantamount to aggravating the punishment.

He was still wearing a helmet, and the voice-changing function of the breathing grille was turned off, so Ulmit clearly heard a clear smile from that sentence.

Tujia blinked and looked down at his hands in confusion and a growing sense of dissonance. The black fragment was sitting quietly inside it, and everything seemed like it had never happened.

"and then?"

No one answered, leaving only dead silence.
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"Ritual?" Urmit asked.

Ulmit observed them, still unable to see where the words carved around the coffin came from. However, although he could not understand the words that gradually filled the entire coffin, he could understand who the coffin was for.

The sounds, smells, and light were all back, the matches were crackling in the fireplace, and Horst's blood-stained black clothes were windless on the coat rack.

The Last Son had no choice but to suppress the urge to ask. He knew very well that even if he continued to ask, there would be no results.

It was ten thousand years or ten thousand years after Tujia left that he realized that someone had been here before.

He left the abyss, but the owner of those eyes did not.

"Yes."

If a Shadow Knight tells you he doesn't know, then he really doesn't know.

Ulmit has never seen any of them lie, and they will try to be as honest as possible, even when dealing with traitors who deserve to be spurned.
Interestingly, many times this honesty shines through in interrogations.

But I'd rather you tell me some lies. Ulmit thought.

Twelve minutes later, the iron coffin was erected by the think tanks, and the heavy coffin lid was slowly pushed open. The inside was dark red, looking like dried blood.

Ulmit took a deep breath and began to disarm himself, even leaving the helmet hanging on the buckle around his waist. A dull-looking servitor took them one by one with his modified hands, and then disappeared into the increasingly cold fog.

Watching it go away, the Son of the End calmly retracted his gaze and walked towards the opened iron coffin. The faces of the think tanks were hidden under the dark hoods, and the bright blue light bloomed in the darkness. One of them suddenly raised his right hand to signal Ulmit to stop.

Then, he asked: "Are you loyal, descendant of Luojia?"

What kind of problem is this? And that title
Ulmit frowned and couldn't help showing a little disgust, but he still answered the question: "In the name of the Emperor and Terra, I am absolutely loyal."

"No, I'm asking you, are you loyal to Lorgar Aurelion?"

Ulmit was stunned. At this moment, the emotions on his face were switching back and forth between anger and suppressed anger. After half a minute, he answered: "No, I have nothing against him." Loyalty to speak of.”

"Very good," the man said.

In an instant, the world was spinning, Ulmit's extraordinary reaction speed had no effect, and everything turned into a shadow that was about to be torn apart.
Ulmit stared at them, and suddenly realized that he had walked into the coffin without knowing it. He looked sharply at the think tank who spoke to him. Before he could say a questioning question, the coffin was closed.

Darkness came in, completely covering everything. Immediately afterwards, two dull knocking sounds came from outside the coffin lid, as if someone was tapping with their fingers as a reminder. "Get ready, scion of Lorgar Aurelion."

"What are you ready for?" Urmit asked.

No one answered his question, and outside the coffin, separated only by a layer of steel on the physical level, the engraved words began to glow with scarlet brilliance.

When Ulmit was observing the Think Tanks, he subconsciously ignored one thing, that is, a rusty blade that was constantly being passed around in their hands. He had seen too many 'ritual items' and thought this was just one of them. He was wrong.

As for the words which he could not understand, they were in the Colchian language.

They are a eulogy, written in the form of poetry. A total of three people are mentioned in the poem, Lorgar Aurelion, Angel Tai, and Ulmet who just lay down, the sergeant of the Son of the End, a young man without even a service nail on his forehead. people.

How can he be equal to those two people?
Kaiour didn't care about the answer, he only cared about the result. He walked towards the think tanks and asked: "How long will this take?"

"You know I can't give you an answer, Chapter Commander." The think tank who had talked with Ulmit answered his question truthfully. He raised his hands and slowly took off his hood.

His eye sockets have been completely replaced. It is hard to tell whether it is silver or steel that has replaced his brow bones. The light of psychic energy burns permanently in the glass-like transparent eyes.

"So, what's the guess?" Kaiour asked again.

"At least twelve hours," the think tank said. "It takes time for a deception to be effective, not to mention that the person we want to deceive is Erebus."

"What? You don't sound like you have any confidence in this plan."

The think tank shook his head and knocked on the coffin again with his right hand. This time, it made no sound.

"I'm just worried about Sergeant Ulmit," he said slowly. "Can he really remain rational under the impact of the truth? Even if he has hatred for Lorgar Aurelion in his heart, how long can this hatred last?"

"Once he learns the truth, it will completely dissipate in confusion and shock. At that point, we may just have to pray for Angel Tai to appear."

"No need to pray, he will come," Kaiour said.

The think tank shook his head, said nothing more, and left here with the others. They were going to face the next war. However, as Chapter Master, Kaiul did not leave immediately.

He looked at the iron coffin and sighed softly.

Two centuries ago, Shen personally ordered such a coffin to be cast. It was made from a mixture of steel and a kind of ash. In order to obtain that handful of ash, the Shadow Knights lost two hundred and twelve battle brothers in that operation.

That handful of ashes came from a world that had been destroyed long ago, and its name was the Perfect City.

No one knew why Shen issued this order, not even Kaiour had any idea about it. But he knew other things, like the full scope of the plan.

In other words, how this scam is supposed to work.

For ten thousand years, the name of the traitor Erebus has been resounding in countless worlds. Unlike other traitors, he did not choose to escape from subspace. Instead, he arrogantly stayed in the real universe.

Even Ezekiel Abaddon, who commanded the Black Legion, did not dare to be so bold. However, what was hidden under Erebus's madness was an extremely cunning heart.

Unlike Abaddon, he never came near the solar system, nor did he join the demons and traitors in their attack on Holy Terra. He is like a disease that slowly eats away at human health, only acting in the smallest details.

By the time you discover his existence, it's already too late.

Erebus has been confirmed to have carried out at least twelve terrible conspiracies in the past ten thousand years, each time starting from a subtle point and then spreading to an originally stable galaxy.
His mere existence makes countless people hate him. More than twenty Chapters have announced that they will continue to hunt him for centuries to come, but so far, they have found nothing.

Erebus seemed to have become a ghost. He truly existed, but could not be caught by anyone.

But he still has a desire, and that desire may be traced back to an evil thing that he can freely summon.

The skin of Lorgar Aurelion.

In the words of Yago Severtarion who once laughed at it, 'Chaos gave you to Erebus. You are nothing, just a ridiculous creature that is regarded as a plaything and tool by the so-called priests under his command. You Not even life. '

'You think he's loyal to you? You are wrong, he is seeking your skin, open your eyes and take a good look at what he wants to do with you. He wants to advance, monster, you know? '

After he said these words, he ordered the launch of the Extermination Order, blasting the planet that had been completely contaminated by Chaos into dust among the stars.

Erebus had already escaped. Afterwards, Yago Severtalion's words spread like wildfire and spread to all the Night Blades present. They were all there at the time, and it was a hunt for Erebus initiated by the Midnight Blade himself.

Although they failed, some things were passed down, and this trick is one of the legacies of that event.

Erebus wanted promotion, no matter the reason, but he did want promotion. Everything he did was to please the Chaos Gods and gain greater power.

The conspiracies he hatched did bring him great power, but it was not enough, at least in Yago Savitarion's cold reasoning, that power was still not enough, even if it was enough to destroy the world.

What Erebus really wants is evolution, so he is eyeing the last drop of Lorgar Aurelion's blood, and he will use all means to get this drop of blood.
Therefore, this time, he will definitely show up. He will definitely leave the dark corner and be exposed to the range of the macro cannon.

And this time, we won't let you slip away, we are all here, this is another hunt. Not only do we want to get the piece back, but we also want to burn you to ashes in front of him. Caiul thought with hatred.

However, what he didn't know was that Erebus had already arrived, and he was waiting on a ship very close to them.

The ship was burning, just like the world beneath it.

(End of this chapter)