"The most famous leader of the Promuses, who also launched a war against the Horus, mysteriously disappeared at the critical moment of the war, resulting in the denomination being headless and eventually being defeated by the Horus... The Grand Inquisition, Dizzy Valentine."
Hearing Leonard Meyers' words, the man raised his head and showed his wrinkled face, croaking:
"So, are you ready to accept that secret?"
"Yes, I'm here for that."
"Then come here."
Leonard Meyers walked forward, holding a gun in his hand, but the other party's breathing was already very weak, so he relaxed his vigilance and squatted in front of the legendary judge.
"Sir, I will listen to everything you say."
"Do you know why I disappeared at that time? Because I was looking for something-"
As he said that, the old man took out a dagger from his arms, a dagger with an indigo-green color that resembles a bird feather of some kind.
"This is--"
The next moment, when Leonard Meyers focused on the dagger, the opponent's arm rushed forward like lightning, and the dagger pierced straight into his chest.
"ah!"
Leonard Meyers screamed, his whole body twitching like an electric shock, while the legendary judge smiled slightly and instantly turned into a pile of ashes.
The judge initially wanted to pull out the dagger, but when he held it, his hands were stuck to the handle, and he could only curl up in a ball due to severe pain.
At the same time, a large number of black silk threads surged out of the dagger and gathered along his body towards his brain.
At that moment, the vortex of non-reality pulled him, and his unlimited and terrible promise sought to leverage his perception of the material world.
Leonard Meyers strives to control himself without wavering.
He knew his identity, and he could feel his body, even though he was on the brink of his perception.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a strange room composed of eight walls covered with runes.
There is no other furnishing in the room, the chaotic runes winding on the marble floor, a basalt throne stands on the high platform close to the north wall, covered with gold, steel and brass threads, and a hunched, thin man in a robe and hood.
Something was calling him, at first it was far away and not clear, but Leonard Meyers reacted immediately, as if something important needed to be known.
So he approached carefully.
"Do you know what the Sky Eagle Emblem represents?"
Suddenly, an old voice rang under the drooping head and Leonard Meyers stopped.
“Demonstrate the glory of the empire and mankind.”
"What else?"
“…Demonstrate the alliance between Mars and Terra in the common interests of mankind.”
"What else?"
"Remember the past and look forward to the future."
"Ah, you have said that as long as the empire still exists, I hope that this attitude of distinction will not be reversed... But this is not just a symbol, it is a reminder, not only to others, but also to the One, who sometimes does not think carefully about the past, and always focuses on his vision of the fate of the race of mankind, so he does not always remember the lessons that others have learned... As one saying goes, the only lesson that mankind has learned from history is that mankind cannot learn anything from history."
Leonard Meyers stopped in place and hesitated. He felt his mind was a little confused, and he seemed to be able to understand the other person's words, and seemed to know nothing about it.
"I...I'll find the answer."
"Is the answer..."
Suddenly, a floating stone slab appeared in front of the basalt platform.
Leonard Meyers walked forward involuntarily. He looked down and found four dice on the slabs in front of him. The patterns of the slabs were very strange and mysterious, but the rules were emerging.
The judge stared hard, seeing something he had seen before, and something new, blurred by suspicion, invaded the edge of the picture.
He approached, he could hear some words, and his fate was half-spraying.
Just throw a few more times and throw a few more times on the ever-changing ocean.
So he reached out, grabbed the dice, and threw it on the slab, which clattered on the stone and fell between the slab carved vortexes and intersections, and the half-light and half-dark rust lighted the symbols on the sieve.
Leonard Meyers bowed his head and was addicted to the runes. He didn't know if he could understand the meaning of it. He was not a fortune teller, and it looked messy and irregular.
"Doing."
A skinny finger floats above the dice without touching it.
"struggle."
Leonard Meyers tried to see what the other party saw, but he couldn't.
So he looked up at the old man.
“What does it mean?”
"This is its rule, every time it is full of changes, but the core remains unchanged."
Leonard Meyers looked at the rings again.
For a moment, as the other party said, he did find something.
It is not a picture, but a certain necessity summoned by arrangement.
In the blink of an eye, the floor under me became transparent, revealing a vortex below - the stars disappeared and turned into infinite, leaving only a thousand shimmer trajectories in the void.
This illusion did not last long and disappeared soon.
“Unknown and fear.”
As he said that, the man reached out to pick up a black sieve.
"What are you afraid of?"
The judge asked subconsciously.
"What is fear?"
"What I fear is that the situation is irreversible, war and time have brought so many unpredictable changes, and everything we do may end up in vain."
Leonard Meyers looked at him suspiciously.
"Who are you?"
"Answer."
"You didn't give me the answer."
"Because you come with doubt, then what is the ultimate you pursue?"
Leonard Meyers froze, then he whispered:
"Victory, the ultimate victory for mankind."
"Yes, victory, we almost got close to this goal, but my mistake was to underestimate the real enemy, and the war started before we were ready, and that was the responsibility I needed to take, and I would also bear it and correct it, but it would cost."
As he said that, the man picked up the last dice.
"Sacrifice, the price."
"The whole galaxy hates us...humans are isolated in the darkness, and if we want to survive, we must hate it more, I get it."
Leonard Meyers said, smiling with a certain clear look, his body began to dissipate.
"I understand, I'm willing to accept the price."
"So--"
Half an hour later, the judge stood up staggeringly, gently pulled out the dagger in his chest, and then rubbed the wound with his palms.
It stopped bleeding immediately.
"Owner......"
In the darkness, Melissa blinked and saw Leonard Meyers walking out of the door with a blank expression.
"There is nothing to do with you here, go to bed."
Leonard Meyers waved his hand, and Melissa fainted instantly and was hugged by the other party the moment she landed.