Chapter 486: Rebirth from the Ashes: The Emperor’s Lies (Part 2)

"Constantine, are you still listening?"

"Yes, Miss Petronilla, please continue."

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There was no one in the quiet gallery, so quiet that it was almost deathly silent. The eyes of the paintings were staring at Pedronela blankly, as if they were live audiences, watching the dialogue on the stage.

She looked at Anthony in silence. She was speechless in this dead silence for a long time, and then spoke after a while.

"Anthony, do you know what you just said?" she said, and Anthony just smiled, as if he didn't understand what she said.

"I will not take back my words, Pedronilla Viva. You vowed to write down the truth no matter how ugly it is, and I will tell you the truth."

"But before that, let's go back to another story." He said and turned around. "When you finish listening, you will know everything you need to know. Then, make your choice."

He started walking, walking along the empty gallery, under the gaze of those godless eyes, "Look, our beautiful home among Macragge, how beautiful it is, isn't it?"

Anthony stopped in front of a painting, "I have searched all over the Milky Way, but it is difficult to find such a beautiful place. The gods have blessed me with luck. I was born in Macragge, and was born into a noble family."

"My family is quite prestigious in the local area. Even the Chapter Master of Calgar knows our surname for the same reason." He said looking at Guilliman in the painting and the blue angels surrounding him.

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"My family has given birth to the largest number of Ultramarines in Macragge in the past years, dozens of the Emperor's Angels of Death, and several of them eventually became company commanders or were quite respected.

status."

"So we children have grown up listening to the stories of the Angel of Death. Like all the boys in Macragge, my brother and I are eager to be chosen to become another generation of the family's pride and make our names the new

The protagonist of the story has been sung for a long time.”

Anthony said, raising his head and looking at the angel in the painting indifferently, "I am the eldest son in the family. I am better than my brothers in every aspect, including swordsmanship, knowledge and everything, but they finally chose my brother.

, not me."

There was resentment and unwillingness in his words, "Why? I asked the Chapter Chaplain at that time why it was him and not me. He didn't answer me, he just turned around and left."

"I asked many people, and they told me that I lacked qualifications and was not selected by the Chapter." He said, "But in what way am I inferior to my brothers? We were born at the same time, learned and grew together, and I,

Better than him, always."

He stared viciously at the Astartes in the painting, stared at the giant, then turned away and continued walking along the darkness of the gallery.

"My brother became an Astartes and became a being beyond mortals. When he returns home again, everyone needs to kneel down and salute him, and so do I."

"But I know that under that superman's body is a mortal. He is no different from us. I understand him and know him, but why, why is he that special, and who decides what is special?"

"So I began to search, why are the Astartes special? People told me that they are the descendants of the Primarch, the blood of the Emperor, the descendants of the divine blood, so they are different from us."

Pedronilla followed him, listening to his self-narration in silence. He kept scanning the paintings on both sides. Most of them had Astartes figures. Mortals surrendered to them and knelt down to praise them.

of greatness and immortality.

"I later inherited the family position, but wealth and fame did not change me. The statue of my brother is in the garden. Like all the chosen ones in the past, I look at them and always remember what I am looking for."

"Why are they special?" Anthony said, his eyes scanning a painting with portraits of the Emperor and the Primarchs, "And, why are they special?"

Those words made Pedrone shudder. It was not only an ordinary description, but also made her feel a little scared, but he continued to speak.

"I have consulted many documents and ancient books and spent many years looking for facts, but all I found were the same answers that told me they were gods, gods, and angels, so they were unique."

"Over time, I began to get tired of it, but just when I wanted to give up, a book appeared. I don't know where it came from, but it appeared on my desk, among many other books.

Together."

There was excitement in Anthony's words. He looked back with a twinkle in his eye, "It attracted me, and it also gave me a different answer. The book records that the emperor created a gene in the Himalayas.

Primarchs, not as the scriptures of the state religion say."

"Creation, Pedroneira, that word is creation, not birth, birth from." He became excited, "That means they are not born unique, they are created, man-made weapons, but

Weapons can be forged again."

"He created twenty-one weapons, and used them to give birth to the Astartes, those angels. At that moment, I completely understood that they were not unique."

Anthony raised his arms, circled them, and moved on.

"This gave me a new direction to look for, a possibility, an unprecedented possibility. There is no difference between me and my brother. I can also be called an angel, and we can all do it!"

He shouted loudly, and the sound echoed in the gallery, which startled Pedronniera. He seemed to realize it, apologized to Pedronniera apologetically, and his voice calmed down.

"I began to search, how did the Emperor create the Primarchs? Some people say that he is the most powerful immortal, so only his blood can give birth to the Primarchs."

He whispered, "But that's a lie. I know that there is not only the Emperor and the Immortal in this world. There were many others in the past. I followed this clue to search. Unexpectedly, it was not difficult.

It’s as if someone from somewhere is guiding me.”

"I have seen more ironclad evidence of the existence of immortals from past legends, scriptures and stories. They have existed widely in human history, and they all have miraculous powers. He is not unique. The Emperor has never

Not the chosen one."

He passed by a painting of the Emperor, never looking at the painting again, but immersed in his own words.

"Then why is the Emperor the only one unique? Or rather, what about the other Eternals? They suddenly disappeared. At a certain moment, they all suddenly disappeared, leaving only the Emperor and the Supreme Marshal."

"I spent several years searching for the truth, digging for mysteries and classics. I read all the ancient books I could find, many of which were called forbidden books, but I found nothing." He was silent for a moment, "But I also found nothing.

The bottleneck moment was the same as before, and the sudden enlightenment came again."

"I heard that on a certain mining planet, a miner unearthed an ancient data template, which recorded the knowledge of ancient times. I don't know why, but the voice in the dark guided me to find it. I

The truth you are looking for lies within."

He raised his hands like a prophet leading the world in the painting. He put his hands in front of him as if he was holding something.

"I hired mercenaries to kill the priests from the Mechanicum and all the miners, and faked a landslide accident, burying them and the accident underground. No one knew that the ancient secret book came into my hands.

."

"That voice is right, I found the truth in it, Miss Pedrónilla." He suddenly turned around, his paranoid and eager eyes frightened Pedrónilla, like a crazy explorer.

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He shouted, not knowing what dangerous thing he was looking for.

"That data records the records of mankind's first flight into the universe and the ancient years when fossil fuels were used as rockets." He raised his finger, "It records a group of immortals who flew across the stars in spaceships.

, headed to a planet called Moro.”

He said, "What are they looking for there? There is no answer left in the data." His face gradually turned cold as he spoke.

"But among them, only one person survived. He came back, and all the other immortals died. From then on, the stories of the immortals began to become rare, rare, and eventually disappeared."

"You know who that is, right? Miss Viva, you know who he is," he asked, but Pedronilla did not answer and remained silent.

Anthony looked at her in silence for a moment, "You know the truth."

He was silent for a while before speaking, "After that person came back and established the human empire, the planet Moro disappeared from all records, and this time coincided perfectly with the moment when the original body was first born.

coincide."

Pedronela felt cold, and a biting chill swept through her body. Her intuition told her to cover her ears, turn around and run away immediately, and never listen.

But her body did not move, and she did not cover her ears.

"I couldn't find any information about Moro, it seemed to have suddenly disappeared. Later, ah, now, I joined Guilliman's army because I thought it would allow me to find out more things.

Power always leads to more discoveries.”

"I found it. When Guilliman ordered to revive the empire's knowledge and re-excavate the ancient documents and knowledge that had been dusty for a long time, I obtained an ancient shipping record from the History Court through bribery. It was an

The record of a famous rogue trader."

"He discovered a planet called Moro in the past and set out to explore it without any purpose. Maybe it was to rest or to find supplies, but in any case, not long after that voyage,

The rogue trader disappeared and disappeared from the world.”

He narrowed his eyes, clenched his fingers slightly, and said with a slight smile, "Someone is hiding something, cheating, hoping to hide something, and I will find it."

"In a rare brief meeting in the future, I asked Lord Guilliman about Moro. He didn't say a word and just told me that it was a dangerous planet that had been destroyed."

"He lied, and like his Emperor, he tried to deceive me, but I know that Moro was destroyed in his hands. From an extremely ancient recorder's unique document, I learned that in Horus

During the rebellion, he set foot on Moro together with Lion Al'Jonson and Sanguinius."

Anthony narrowed his eyes with a faint smile on his lips, "They were looking for something there, and then they destroyed Moro, turned the planet into cosmic dust, and destroyed the things on it to prevent others from knowing.

"

"He drove me away. Not long after that conversation, I was assigned to the expeditionary force and exiled from Terra." He sneered.

"Like the Emperor, he hid something on Moro, he deceived us, hid it." He smiled, "But I know, I know what they are trying to hide, that is their ugliest secret, the Primarch,

The secret of the Space Marines, and indeed of the Emperor himself, the secret that makes them unique."

"It's interesting, isn't it? The Emperor went to Moro, and the Primarchs and the Space Marines were born, and Guilliman went, and the Primaris Space Marines were born, the unique Chosen One? God? Hmph."

His contemptuous words, resentment and vicious curses made Petronilla frown.

"what do you want to say in the end?"

"You know, Miss Pedrónilla, you knew it from the beginning, right? I didn't try to hide it." He walked up and came to Pedrónilla.
To be continued...