Ashes flew from his hands to the distant horizon, and he watched it drift with the wind, and his mind could feel every particle of it and taste it.
He can listen to the dead from the touch of ashes.
For a moment, he felt a sound that seemed familiar, but in a flash it turned into a soft pounding sound of dust hitting the armor.
This is Pai Shangxing, an almost forgotten world, the sky is like fire, and the trembling wind swept by - it is wrapped in hungry whispers.
He stood, waiting, observing the dust flying in the wind.
His name is Azek Aliman, the president of the Black Crow Society of the Thousand Sons Legion, the son of the Scarlet King Magnus, and the destroyer of the Legion.
Prospero, wild wolf, wizard star, red letter—
Memories fade away as the dust fades away, gradually fade away, disappearing at the end of vision.
Aliman took a breath, and could still smell the blood from afar, and the dust flew in his hands.
"The curse still binds us."
He murmured to himself, lowering his head and removing his gaze from the wounds in the sky.
Fire was leaping between the sky and the earth, ruins were spread all over the fields, and guns and cannons in the distance were heard everywhere, and waves of explosions blackened the horizon. That was the movement of the empire besieging Abaddon.
He has seen war scenes many times, but the results are always very similar.
If Abaddon wants to continue his meaningless long battle, let him continue to entangle with the defeated empire. This war is actually meaningless.
Aliman closed his eyes and saw Magnus' face again, feeling the roar of the subspace.
exile--
That was the last word his father said, and this word fell into subspace with him.
Day after day, year after year, he traveled through countless bizarre worlds, got along with many strange people, and even became a mercenary, but that word always accompanied him and explained a fact.
The red letter failed—
He failed.
Pride, the last original sin of human nature, came upon him, as always.
exile.
The word became clear and vivid in Aliman's mind. He looked down at his palm, and the sand and dust had flowed.
He failed, a sinner, watching the things he once cherished turn into dust, living in the shackles of arrogance.
Then he raised his head.
Memories fade, hope disappears in the last touch of red glow.
He is still exiled, still an exile, but will no longer be troubled by the burden of the past.
The red letter is the result of him, and it will be compensated by him. If the gods in the space do not give him redemption, then he will pursue the gods of the entity and gain the power to change everything from them.
Madell, the outsider is just a starting point, and the Astral Knight and Soshiyan will be more important factors.
The red afterglow spreads on the dust in the air. Aliman saw the future through the trajectory of the dust. Countless possibilities and unborn fates spiraled in front of his eyes. Each one is a real or universe that still needs to be nurtured.
He saw everything in the past, how it would end, and also saw hope.
Redemption will come.
Aliman lowered his hand, looked at the scattered dust with his heart, turned around, and many eyes behind him shone on the face armor.
They were waiting, silent, and staring.
"Come on, my brothers, it's time."
Aliman summoned his scepter, and the one-eyed eyes on his helmet shone brightly.
"Retrieve our lost destiny."
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"Who are you!"
When Stryker learned that the target he needed was blown up, he seemed very angry at the first time, but when he learned that a few people ran out of the door, he suddenly became curious.
So he decided to personally interrogate these sneaky guys of unknown origin.
A guy, strong and bald, had a gun and a few knives on his body. Based on Stryker's years of experience in marching, his head was big and his neck was thick, and he was either an officer or a chef.
A guy is relatively thin, but he looks like he is full of tendons, wearing black clothes and black pants, black ink marks, looking very harsh, and a long knife in his arms.
A guy was wearing a thick protective suit and a gas mask on his head, which was wrapped tightly. Not only was he unable to see his face clearly, but he couldn't even see his skin, but he was really pretty. He also had a strong smell of motor oil and toilet cleaning. It was hard not to remind people of the toilet.
The last guy looks the most vulgar, but also looks the most like a normal person.
The four of them were surrounded by Katachang soldiers, and their weapons were thrown to the ground, only the guy holding a knife.
It’s not that they didn’t intend to disarm him, but those who tried were now lying on the ground. Of course, the Katachang people could also deal with it with guns, but this was too embarrassing, so they were respectful to the strong, and they did not disarm Sinrata.
"We just came out to pick up trash and pick up trash."
Rozim said sincerely to Stryk:
"I accidentally walked into the wrong place."
"Scavenger picking up? Your lying level is not as good as that of Green Skin! I believe that picking up trash can help you pick up a sub-space portal! Say! Are you heretic spies!"
"No! No! Master Jun! I am definitely not!"
Rozim waved his hand and explained:
"We are good people of the empire! Great people!"
"Good people?"
Stryk looked at Rozim with a pistol and shook his head.
"I don't have the final say about this matter, the judge has the final say. Why don't you go and explain it to him."
"Ah, this-"
At this moment, Sinrata suddenly moved and pulled out the knife in his arms. The black blade carried some strange light green fluorescence.
As soon as he moved, the other Katachang soldiers also moved and raised their guns one after another.
Rozim was startled and said to Sinrata:
"Don't be excited, why do you do it?"
Before he could finish his words, the world suddenly changed color!
The sky above the jungle began to become distorted, and thunder began to make a loud noise, and countless dazzling lightning flashes fell from the sky.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The trees were blown to pieces in the lightning and thunder, and many buildings hidden in the jungle were also affected. A wooden house was hit by lightning and instantly turned into a ball of fire.
Just as everyone was confused, the sudden downpour of rain wrapped around the heat from the ground and unfolded a cold high wall.
The violent rain smashed the huge and dense leaves on the canopy, smashed the moss on the ground, and even smashed the originally broken trunks, and the river channel was flooded with blood-red floods.
In the cold rain, the soldiers prayed and hid, and the communication channel was interrupted, and it was less than a meter to see around.
"Damn! What happened!"
Rozim and the other two hid under a collapsed stone house as soon as possible. They were shocked when they saw the blood outside.
"What kind of fucking storm is this?"
Hank Evans shouted.
"Where did it come from?"
Sinrata lowered her head and said.
“It’s coming…”
"who?"
"Master of Hellfire Stone."
Then, in the dense raindrops, fist-sized hail fell from the sky.
The hailstorm almost broke the soldiers' bones. Seeing that the mud was about to spread to his knees, Stryker could only temporarily put down the four people and retreated to the heights of the foothills with his team.
"Go now!"
Sinrata suddenly growled and rushed out of the heavy rain first.
Although the other three people didn't know what was going on, their experience along the way told them that following this person would be right, so they rushed into the heavy rain.
Within a radius of 60 kilometers above Attica, black clouds were already swaying, lightning and thunder, and strong winds were roaring.
The storm is so powerful that even the array of contemplators in the planetary orbit stations cannot calculate its magnetic field distribution or remove its violent signal interference.