HH荷鲁斯叛乱《异端初现》渣翻3(14)

Once, he would have smiled at the delicious blasphemy of an impossible idea. Not now.
‘We’re being hailed,’ one of the vox-officers called from his console.
At last. A fleet-wide message, from the only voice that mattered. The message was relayed across the bridge, ruined by vox-breakage but recognisable nonetheless.
‘My sons.’No amount of distortion could conceal the hurt and affection in the words. ‘Mysons, we have reached Khur. The last prayer from Monarchia must now be answered. Today we witness with our own eyes the ruin our brothers have made of the perfect city.’

The four Astartes warriors around the command throne shared a glance, though their expressions remained hidden behind their Mark III helms. Eachof them heard the tremor in their father’s voice.
‘My sons,’the message continued. ‘Blood demands blood. We will have the answers we seek before the day is done. This, I swear t—’
The message didn’t end, it was cut off. An overriding signal took hold of the vox-network, powerful enough to eclipse the words of the Legion’s own primarch.
Deumos的心绪重新回归平静。他需要集中精力。