Chapter 139 A Confusing Murder Case
Holy Terra.
Inside the Emperor's palace.
The long corridor with an arched roof, four corridors intersecting in the center, and warm golden light penetrating through the window glass, everything in the palace looks so sacred, just like the sacred emperor himself.
Erebus wore no armor, only the rough robes of a wandering monk. He was a messenger of truth, and truth required humility, but such simplicity might have irritated his usual sense of nobility.
Hearing the sacred hymns in his ears, Erebas knew that the false emperor had appeared in the celebration.
The whole city says.
Erebus thought.
The Emperor was only concerned with his own attainment of sainthood and would rather let humans fend for themselves. Otherwise, why would he have hidden for thousands of years?
Humanity will fall like the Eldar before its potential is realized, all because of the Emperor's desire for apotheosis.
Erebus had known this a long, long time ago.
The room at the end of the corridor is a resting place assigned by Terra staff to the entourages of each legion.
Click——
The doorknob turned, and Erebus pushed open the door. His pupils suddenly contracted for a moment, but soon returned to normal, with a hint of surprise on his face.
"Respected Primarch, why are you here where I rest?"
Inside the room, a tall man sat on a chair with his hands hanging on his knees. A gorgeous azure sword blade lay there quietly.
It was none other than the Primarch of the Second Legion - Galen's Crownguard.
"I thought you were supposed to be in the throne room at this time for the investiture ceremony."
Erebus blinked, respectful and humble to the extreme.
The corruption plan was about to be executed, but the target of assassination suddenly appeared in his house. Erebas had a bad feeling in his heart.
The arm, which was shrunk under the robe and as dry as a chicken claw, silently took out a bottle of warp in the palm of his hand. This is the personal tool used by the Word Bearers to tear apart reality and make short-distance warp travel.
They are gifts from the gods. They have the power to protect the holder from harm, or to help their owner perform powerful magic. But their effect depends on the ability of the holder.
Across from him, Garen did not answer his question. He just sat there with no expression on his face, staring at him straight, like a lion on the grassland looking at his prey that was about to be caught.
"Get in!"
"Now!"
"Don't resist!"
Three majestic voices sounded from behind. Erebas twisted his stiff neck with difficulty and looked behind him. Three burly men had blocked his retreat.
He wore the same helmet as the Imperial Guards and was completely naked, with only a few simple strips of cloth covering his private parts.
A little disgusting.
Erebus thought so.
They wouldn't do anything weird to themselves, would they?
The way they dress doesn't look like decent people at all. Only those copper smelting priests would dress so fancy.
A wise man never suffers a loss in front of him. What else can they do to him in the palace of Holy Terra?
Erebus thought so, then moved his legs and walked into the room.
Suddenly, a steel-like hand clamped his right arm, one hand lifted his sleeve, and one hand reached in and grabbed the bottled warp hidden at his wrist.
"Look, what did I find?"
"Oh, he's on guard against us."
"Father, you are not hiding something, are you? You are not a bad person, so why are you afraid of us?"
"Three, three. If I were a bad guy, I wouldn't be afraid of three."
As he spoke, Erebus pointed intentionally at the fashionable attire of the three guards.
"Erebus is right. Only a good person would be afraid of what you three are wearing."
Sitting in the chair, Galen, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke.
"Your Excellency is wise. I wonder what it is that has brought you here?"
Erebas moved forward, walked in front of Garen, and asked cautiously and tentatively.
"Nothing, I just heard from Luo Jia that he has a fierce general under his command, so I came to take a look."
Galen said in a casual tone.
At what time does the award ceremony take place?
Ghost letter!
Erebus sneered inwardly.
"Have you read it? If there is nothing else, I will take my leave."
A strong sense of uneasiness was shaking in his heart, and his instinct told him to leave as soon as possible. "Of course not, Erebus."
"After this observation, I have taken a fancy to something you have. I wonder if you would like to give it up?"
Galen said with a smile.
"What do you like?" The uneasiness in his heart was magnified to the extreme, and Erebus' hands under his robe trembled violently.
"Your head."
Garen said with a smile, while his right hand already touched the hilt of the Blade of the God-King.
"This joke is not funny, sir. The Word Bearers are not cowards who allow themselves to be bullied."
Erebas changed his humble and flattering look and spoke solemnly.
next second.
The sword was unsheathed, the clanging sound of the sword echoed in the house, a storm surged, and thunder roared.
The gap between Erebus and the Primarchs is like the gap between the Astartes and mortals.
He couldn't even catch the trajectory of the blade, and in an instant, Erebus was split in half from head to toe.
Filthy blood immediately splattered, the white walls were covered with blood, and Garen's gorgeous armor was also stained with the blood of the despicable.
"Search to see if there are any products that symbolize heresy."
Galen gave the order.
The three Fearless Guards immediately searched the room, including the closet, under the bed, and even the still warm body of Erebus.
"Nothing at all."
"Except for some books on religion."
"There's only this bottled warp."
The three imperial guards responded one by one.
"Is that so? Am I overthinking it?"
After thinking for a moment, nothing came to mind, and Galen could only accept this fact.
"Clean it up, don't let that idiot Luo Jia see anything."
Leaving this sentence, Galen walked out of the room.
Terra.
just now.
The Custodes had surrounded Erebus's chambers, and anyone who had passed through the vicinity during this time was being tortured.
"Damn it! Who on earth is that?!"
Luo Jia looked at the corpse in the room angrily and punched the wall casually. A big hole was easily smashed in the solid brick and stone wall, and broken bricks fell out.
This is a provocation!
A provocation to the Word Bearers!
Kill a high-ranking Word Bearers commander within the heavily guarded Emperor's palace!
Horus stepped forward to comfort his angry brother.
Garen stood not far away, staring at the body that was split into two halves, without saying a word.
Sanguinius poked Galen with his slender white fingers and whispered in his ear.
"You didn't do that, did you?"
In the past, Galen had mentioned to him that if he had the chance, he would meet a guy named Erebus.
do not hesitate.
Kill him.
"How can it be!"
Ahem, another shameless push.
I want to get a round of recommendations next Friday. I still have a long way to go to catch up. I need two more people to catch up. Are there any good brothers who can support me?
(End of this chapter)
Holy Terra.
Inside the Emperor's palace.
The long corridor with an arched roof, four corridors intersecting in the center, and warm golden light penetrating through the window glass, everything in the palace looks so sacred, just like the sacred emperor himself.
Erebus wore no armor, only the rough robes of a wandering monk. He was a messenger of truth, and truth required humility, but such simplicity might have irritated his usual sense of nobility.
Hearing the sacred hymns in his ears, Erebas knew that the false emperor had appeared in the celebration.
The whole city says.
Erebus thought.
The Emperor was only concerned with his own attainment of sainthood and would rather let humans fend for themselves. Otherwise, why would he have hidden for thousands of years?
Humanity will fall like the Eldar before its potential is realized, all because of the Emperor's desire for apotheosis.
Erebus had known this a long, long time ago.
The room at the end of the corridor is a resting place assigned by Terra staff to the entourages of each legion.
Click——
The doorknob turned, and Erebus pushed open the door. His pupils suddenly contracted for a moment, but soon returned to normal, with a hint of surprise on his face.
"Respected Primarch, why are you here where I rest?"
Inside the room, a tall man sat on a chair with his hands hanging on his knees. A gorgeous azure sword blade lay there quietly.
It was none other than the Primarch of the Second Legion - Galen's Crownguard.
"I thought you were supposed to be in the throne room at this time for the investiture ceremony."
Erebus blinked, respectful and humble to the extreme.
The corruption plan was about to be executed, but the target of assassination suddenly appeared in his house. Erebas had a bad feeling in his heart.
The arm, which was shrunk under the robe and as dry as a chicken claw, silently took out a bottle of warp in the palm of his hand. This is the personal tool used by the Word Bearers to tear apart reality and make short-distance warp travel.
They are gifts from the gods. They have the power to protect the holder from harm, or to help their owner perform powerful magic. But their effect depends on the ability of the holder.
Across from him, Garen did not answer his question. He just sat there with no expression on his face, staring at him straight, like a lion on the grassland looking at his prey that was about to be caught.
"Get in!"
"Now!"
"Don't resist!"
Three majestic voices sounded from behind. Erebas twisted his stiff neck with difficulty and looked behind him. Three burly men had blocked his retreat.
He wore the same helmet as the Imperial Guards and was completely naked, with only a few simple strips of cloth covering his private parts.
A little disgusting.
Erebus thought so.
They wouldn't do anything weird to themselves, would they?
The way they dress doesn't look like decent people at all. Only those copper smelting priests would dress so fancy.
A wise man never suffers a loss in front of him. What else can they do to him in the palace of Holy Terra?
Erebus thought so, then moved his legs and walked into the room.
Suddenly, a steel-like hand clamped his right arm, one hand lifted his sleeve, and one hand reached in and grabbed the bottled warp hidden at his wrist.
"Look, what did I find?"
"Oh, he's on guard against us."
"Father, you are not hiding something, are you? You are not a bad person, so why are you afraid of us?"
"Three, three. If I were a bad guy, I wouldn't be afraid of three."
As he spoke, Erebus pointed intentionally at the fashionable attire of the three guards.
"Erebus is right. Only a good person would be afraid of what you three are wearing."
Sitting in the chair, Galen, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke.
"Your Excellency is wise. I wonder what it is that has brought you here?"
Erebas moved forward, walked in front of Garen, and asked cautiously and tentatively.
"Nothing, I just heard from Luo Jia that he has a fierce general under his command, so I came to take a look."
Galen said in a casual tone.
At what time does the award ceremony take place?
Ghost letter!
Erebus sneered inwardly.
"Have you read it? If there is nothing else, I will take my leave."
A strong sense of uneasiness was shaking in his heart, and his instinct told him to leave as soon as possible. "Of course not, Erebus."
"After this observation, I have taken a fancy to something you have. I wonder if you would like to give it up?"
Galen said with a smile.
"What do you like?" The uneasiness in his heart was magnified to the extreme, and Erebus' hands under his robe trembled violently.
"Your head."
Garen said with a smile, while his right hand already touched the hilt of the Blade of the God-King.
"This joke is not funny, sir. The Word Bearers are not cowards who allow themselves to be bullied."
Erebas changed his humble and flattering look and spoke solemnly.
next second.
The sword was unsheathed, the clanging sound of the sword echoed in the house, a storm surged, and thunder roared.
The gap between Erebus and the Primarchs is like the gap between the Astartes and mortals.
He couldn't even catch the trajectory of the blade, and in an instant, Erebus was split in half from head to toe.
Filthy blood immediately splattered, the white walls were covered with blood, and Garen's gorgeous armor was also stained with the blood of the despicable.
"Search to see if there are any products that symbolize heresy."
Galen gave the order.
The three Fearless Guards immediately searched the room, including the closet, under the bed, and even the still warm body of Erebus.
"Nothing at all."
"Except for some books on religion."
"There's only this bottled warp."
The three imperial guards responded one by one.
"Is that so? Am I overthinking it?"
After thinking for a moment, nothing came to mind, and Galen could only accept this fact.
"Clean it up, don't let that idiot Luo Jia see anything."
Leaving this sentence, Galen walked out of the room.
Terra.
just now.
The Custodes had surrounded Erebus's chambers, and anyone who had passed through the vicinity during this time was being tortured.
"Damn it! Who on earth is that?!"
Luo Jia looked at the corpse in the room angrily and punched the wall casually. A big hole was easily smashed in the solid brick and stone wall, and broken bricks fell out.
This is a provocation!
A provocation to the Word Bearers!
Kill a high-ranking Word Bearers commander within the heavily guarded Emperor's palace!
Horus stepped forward to comfort his angry brother.
Garen stood not far away, staring at the body that was split into two halves, without saying a word.
Sanguinius poked Galen with his slender white fingers and whispered in his ear.
"You didn't do that, did you?"
In the past, Galen had mentioned to him that if he had the chance, he would meet a guy named Erebus.
do not hesitate.
Kill him.
"How can it be!"
Ahem, another shameless push.
I want to get a round of recommendations next Friday. I still have a long way to go to catch up. I need two more people to catch up. Are there any good brothers who can support me?
(End of this chapter)
