Chapter 90 Double Honey Rose Syrup Apple Peach Pie

A rare and extremely uneasy atmosphere is spreading among the Phalanx in the synchronous orbit of Holy Terra and the Imperial Fists Expedition that has sailed to the Calixis Sector for rest.

Rumors about some unprecedented shocking news started from the Astropathic Tower or a psyker - although the angry Lysander has ordered a trace, the source seems to be a space port or planetary orbital station they have passed through. There are too many possible sources and it is completely untraceable - in the form of whispers, tacit glances, etc., sweeping every corner of the Wrathstorm, and flowing to other places with fragments and multi-encrypted void whispers.

The worst reality is that this time, what is lurking in the shadows, contrary to the norm, has a greater impact on the sons of Dorne than mortals.

Danat Lysander himself knew this clearly, and this was confirmed again in the most confidential voice file he had just finished listening to from the ship sent by Thor Galadon to catch up with him.

The captain of the third company who was in charge of guarding the Imperial Fists' home above Terra at the time told him a terrible truth in a bitter tone that Lysander had never heard before, and had never thought that such a worried and painful tone would be spoken by a reliable warrior like Galadon.

"The holy remains of our father are melting, Lysander."

"Melting?! Melting-what does that mean?! Galadon! Please tell me next! You are not what I think you mean!"

"As much as I want to say it is not true, I am afraid I will disappoint you, Lysander." Galadon's voice was a little distorted, but it still sounded as if he was chewing the gall of ten Grox with all his back teeth, "But this is what I want to tell you." He repeated, "Our Gene Father, Terra Guardian, Primarch of the Imperial Fists, the Honorable Seventh Son of the Holy Emperor, the Rock-hard Rogal Dorn-now the only remains left to us, placed on the Phalanx, engraved with the past honors and names of the Chapter, his hand bones, began to melt gradually, like ice and snow under the sun."

Even in a secret box handed to Lysander across half the galaxy, the voice of the Phalanx Guard can still clearly reveal the endless bitterness and sorrow in his heart.

Lysander's brain, which was a combination of a warrior, an instructor, and a hero, suddenly became hot due to the incredible news he heard. He heard his eardrums making a sharp buzzing sound - but he had promised the dead captain, and he had reflected on it publicly and privately. Danat Lysander could not lose his composure again at this moment.

The first captain heard his voice futilely, frantically and coldly asking the message of the third captain who could not actually answer him.

"Since there is only one chance to send you a clear and long message in a short period of time, I think you should know the following information: Captain Hagen did not get in touch with Terra or other places that could provide help." Galadon's voice paused briefly, and Lysander could almost imagine that when he said this, the calm and insightful face of the third captain shook in his power armor.

"The Chapter Captains' Meeting has been held in the Memorial Hall as soon as possible. Of course, we couldn't contact you at that time, and your astropaths should be replenished at the next spaceport - but we haven't made any substantial progress. The only conclusion we can draw is that this should be an internal affair of the Astartes Adeptus, and we shouldn't alarm other unrelated institutions or people first. Therefore, we have decided to send an astropathic communication to the Iron Hands on Medusa. - So far, no response has been received."

"The Brotherhood of Apothecaries, those who stayed on the Phalanx, and those who came as quickly as possible from neighboring galaxies - he We tried various methods, but the dissolution process of the holy remains developed completely undisturbed, firmly and slowly. "

"Brother Miaisson, the chief think tank, summoned all the think tank brothers he could summon, but the think tanks had different opinions on this, but various tentative calls, divinations, inquiries and prophecies were used... What's more disturbing and regrettable is that almost none of them worked. The thread of fate was like a tangled thread, and there was only chaos in the galaxy. The only useful prediction result was..."

"What is it?" Lysander couldn't wait to ask the message of his least favorite but most trusted and affirmed battle brother.

"That is one," Galadon's worry seemed to deepen, "a prophecy about you. So this is one of the reasons why I sent this message box at all costs."

"My-? My what?"

The voice of the box continued to speak on its own-

"The only omen revealed is that this time we may lose you, Lysander. It said, 'The irresistible ship of Theseus, the Fist of Dorne will eventually face his other side and be lost in the storm. This is a voyage that will never return.'"

The voice of the third captain dissipated in his sincere blessing, "For the Emperor, for everything, for Dorne, Lysander, come back alive, just as you did a thousand years ago."

"I will. And before that, I will bring destruction to our enemies."

Danat Lysander, standing alone in his private room on the Wrathstorm, clenched the Fist of Dorne in his hand.

The message box on the table issued a warning beep and began to burn automatically, turning into a pool of molten and unrecognizable residue.

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"I can't believe it." The sound of the tip of the staff hitting the ground echoed in the passage that had returned to tranquility, stirring up lurking dust and new turbidity.

"In the end, the finishing work of this kind of thing fell on me in the end." Uther Ma'atra muttered complainingly, wrapping his shawl tightly and leaning on his staff.

He stepped through shadows with claws and claws, and passed through grotesque scenes formed by rings of inanimate beings trying to confuse or attack him. One of his hands was surrounded by a halo strip formed by numerous runes and magic circles, and from time to time, , a highly condensed psychic lightning was emitted from the rune array collection in his hand, easily killing one or more demons with one blow.

"I'm so skinny, I'm coughing, I haven't graded my papers yet - I'm not cut out for this kind of work! He should get some burly guys to fix the sewer grinder!"

Complaints are complaints, but the psychic consultant still skillfully made several gestures that could not be caught by the naked eye. A hot orange halo gathered from the top of his staff into a ball of light, and then followed a liberation spell, The high-heat halo shock wave burned all the monsters around him, except for the one on the B13 deck where he arrived.

"Well, who makes me his most confidant and dear brother? There is also an apple and peach pie with pistachio and crushed double honey and rose syrup that you don't need to rush to buy."

The Fifteenth Primarch raised his hand, and those dizzyingly complex spells began to spin, and he severely repaired the Great Unclean One who was not working properly.

Gua.

It’s cold and I want to eat something sweet and high in calories.

I ate dumplings today