"You just said that this is the ghost of Tessifon."
Saul said while gesturing to the temple ahead.
"But I can't see them, but I can feel them. I can step on the steps under my feet, but in fact they don't exist."
"Sor, how much do you know about the Internet?"
"It's rare, and it happened many years ago. The Sealer told us a lot of secrets about the Internet, but unfortunately it's still very limited."
"Have you seen the internet under Terra Palace?"
"I have seen it, only once, and after that it was destroyed by Magnus' reckless actions."
"The destruction of the Internet is not only a loss of humanity, but also a loss of the entire Galaxy."
YT-001 said, strode forward.
"It will disappear like a forgotten story, sinking into the quagmire of memory, and only those lonely poets remember it, and will reappear in their dreams until they are searched."
"Poetic, but you did not answer my question."
“You didn’t ask any questions either.”
"Are we already in the internet?"
"I said, the entrance is right in front of you."
"You once again answered the question that was not right."
"Subspace is a distorted reflection of reality, and the Internet is a field between subspace and reality. In other words, both real and illusory can exist in it. Yes, we have entered the field of Internet, so everything here... has existed before, but you cannot observe it with your current eyes."
"The Eleventh Primarch's research on the Internet is so profound, did the Emperor know all this back then?"
“Is there any benefit to doing that?”
"The process of converting unknown into known is the process of seeking knowledge, but believing in unverified knowledge seems to be a very rash act."
"His Majesty's goal is his faith."
"Belief?"
Thor frowned.
"I don't understand very much."
"If you didn't believe that your doubts could be answered, why would you come?"
“It is not the so-called 'faith' that lead me to come.”
"What is that?"
As he reached the top of the steps and faced the solemn palace, Thor raised his head and said:
“It is His will.”
The two entered a huge square, covered with pebbles and snow, shining.
The snowflakes fell on Thor's armor, and they lit up slightly, and melted like tears.
Hundreds of statues were like guards of honor participating in the military parade, arranged neatly on both sides, silent and solemn. The only thing that was active on their bodies was the strange energy in their bodies. At the same time, the material that made them was not metal or rock, but some kind of bone - probably the so-called spiritual bones of the spiritual race.
Thor looked carefully at the appearance of these statues and confirmed that they were not humans, but they were also completely different from the current spiritual races.
YT-001 walked freely among the spiritual statues, and Thor followed it silently.
The black lacquered wood door automatically opened when the two men approached, revealing the columnar hall made of porphyry and beautiful jade inside, and the cool reflections jumped on the floor tiles.
Thor walked into the hall with the semi-robot and found that the palace was filled with display cabinets made of crystal cabinet doors, as if conquering the boastful trophy in the museum - some display cabinets were covered with well-made weapons, while others were mainly works of non-human races, but most of the cabinets were filled with weird bones.
At the same time, he also noticed that the temperature in this place was very low. According to the detection of the power armor, it was about minus thirty degrees below zero, but there were braziers burning on both sides of the road, and the flames were strangely light blue.
Thor walked through the narrow paths between the display cabinets and was amazed at the incredible wealth of these collections. His eyes wandered through the dazzling array of exhibition objects. Suddenly, he noticed a window with a glittering skull with a silver death helmet on his head, a geometric rune engraved on his forehead, and his eye sockets were dazzling dark green.
A spiritual race, and also an extraordinary spiritual race.
The deeper Thor went, the more he noticed that there were subtle mistakes in the dimensions in the palace.
What you can see clearly from here is completely invisible when you turn to the other side, and it is replaced by a brand new collection.
Finally, at the end of the road, Thor stopped in front of a cabinet showing delicate bone-white armor.
The smooth and elegant workmanship of this set of armor is obviously from the hands of the spirit race, and Thor felt the silent anger beyond the ages. Its helmet was designed as a ghost of death, with blood-red feathers coiled on the shoulder armor, like a poisonous snake ready to attack at any time.
A slender sickle hung on the human shoulder, and a broken sword was tightly held in the blood-stained guard's hand.
Thor knew without looking at it, that solidifying in the long river of time was an ultimate curse for things attached to this armor.
“Where is this place?”
"The Internet has existed before His Majesty discovered it."
Thor tapped the crystal glass outside the cabinet with his fingers, feeling the angry soul in it hungrily looking forward to his death.
"Spirituals."
"Yes, it should be a prophet or war witch drifting in the universe shortly after the demise of the Spirit Clan, but according to His Majesty's investigation, it does not belong to any known Spirit Clan shrine or path."
"What's the meaning?"
"Your Majesty investigated the myth of the Spirit and found that in the legend of the Spirit, there seemed to be another god hidden. It may have used some way to avoid the destruction of the Spirit when it fell, or that the 'it' has not been born yet... This should be the burial place chosen by its last hidden worshipper, and this incomplete network is the 'hatchery' he chose for that god, but it is obvious that his plan has made some mistakes, and his god cannot be 'hatched'. Your Majesty guesses that it may be because of the lack of some opportunity or object."
Thor approached the showcase and looked at the things inside.
"There is such a thing... Has that spiritual god found out its name?"
"No, but your Majesty speculates that it is likely... death."
"The Spiritual God of Death...this is something worth paying attention to."
He then left the place full of spiritual remains and walked along a spiral road to the center of the palace.
With each step he took, the way these cabinets were placed changed, the previous exhibits disappeared from sight, and other artworks seized their place.
Before he knew it, his steps led him into a strange area.
From the tower he had just seen outside, bright rainbow lights radiated from the depths of the octagonal shaft. A pair of rising stairs coiled into a double helix structure, half of which were translucent ice crystals and half of which were deep black stones.
“It’s all at the top.”
Thor nodded and walked towards the double helix step.