"——The future will usher in a dark era. Humanity will fall into decline. The light of the stars will gradually disappear. The last bit of hope will be ruthlessly taken away by reality. I dreamed that I was standing in a black desert, and the ground was dotted with stars.
Bits of diamonds, in this dream a powerful hunger spreads across time and space. It is more terrifying than the hunger and thirst that plagues my children... It appears from the east of the night sky, traveling through something unfamiliar to me.
The sky swallowed up Baal. Before Ba Er was swallowed up, a bright light flashed and escaped from the shadow... The hunger quickly dispersed after enjoying my hometown. Due to devouring Baal's blood,
This invisible hunger turned into a giant dragon that devoured the stars, until the last light of those stars turned into diamonds in the desert. As the last star was devoured, the traitor's hellish eight rays
The star burned up from the western sky, burning in the pitch-black void, and then even it dimmed, leaving me alone standing in the darkness."
The dark prophecy carried a strong sense of oppression, and even Soshiyang's breathing became heavy involuntarily.
"——The shadows twisted and dissipated in all directions. The illusion lost its metaphorical disguise. The scene I saw may be the real scene in the future. I saw my father, broken and scarred, even though he was already in shape.
Corpse, but I knew it was him. I felt his will, but I did not perceive the existence of consciousness. There was only a cold force that could destroy my sleeping consciousness at any time... My living corpse
A typical father is trapped in a machine that feeds his soul by absorbing the essence of others. I don't know if I should write this down, even if it's just a private diary. If he
If he doesn't know this fate yet, then he will never know this... Or does he already know this? And he made a choice between the complete destruction of mankind and his own state of immortality?
If that were the case, I would respect my father even more."
"——The Warmaster's artillery fire is knocking on the wall of the palace. Maybe at the moment, this sad reality is the best ending we can hope for. Maybe this is the future I must win with death...
..In the vision, the hunger rushed towards my father, and the puppets of the dark gods fought against this hunger for the pleasure of killing him. In front of the throne stood a golden warrior, surrounded by me
Father's Imperial Army and other heroes, although these heroes have many achievements in battle, they still cannot compare with the heroes of our time. They fought there and fell there. At the end of this illusion, they are the devourers of flesh and blood and the devourers of souls.
The Devourer is close to our Lord and Creator...Despair has become everything, there is nothing but despair. However, before I woke up, I felt something else. I felt the fluctuations of the subspace, and
My father's presence, his sanity was renewed, everything would be fine, just as it was meant to be... I saw my brother, my lost brother, who protected our father.
, that may be him, or it may not be him, I can't even write his name in my private diary, maybe this illusion is false, I pray that the future is changeable, just like what I have seen in the past, but the only thing that is not
What changed was that moment when I had to face my own reckoning, which I couldn’t escape.”
Hearing this, Soshyan was already a little restless, but he didn't show it, even though his heart was already turbulent.
"——I don't know who this golden warrior is. He looks very similar to my messenger. I also saw my face painted on his mask, but he is not me, and I don't wear the armor on him.
Unfamiliar, all I know is that he is one of my descendants, even though I don't know if his sacrifice will have any effect, I only know one thing, he was a noble warrior, better than anyone of his time
More pure, it means that my contribution to the Emperor is not in vain, that my inevitable death is not in vain... But my lost brother makes me doubtful, and his surroundings
Surrounded by conspiracies and shadows, although I can no longer remember every detail of my past with him, I am convinced that he is the wisest and calmest among my many brothers. His appearance must symbolize something that has been planned for a long time. Perhaps this has something to do with it.
There is something about the Seal Holder, but I can't be sure. They are very close, and there are too many secrets about the Seal Holder, some of which involve some of the oldest dark existences in the galaxy. I can only hope that his appearance symbolizes redemption and redemption.
It's not a more terrifying conspiracy..."
This recording ended, Dante leaned on the back of the chair, and the ancient wooden chair made a slight sound as his center of gravity changed.
He looked at Soshyan with a faint smile on his face, but the mask still showed the roaring expression of Sanguinius.
Being looked at a little bit by the other party, Soshiyang coughed lightly and said:
"Venerable Dante, you... seem a little troubled?"
Dante smiled and shook his head,
He placed his hand on the scroll, as if seeking comfort from physical contact with Sanguinius' words.
"Who can not be worried? The galaxy is burning. I have been leading the battle group for more than a thousand years.
I fought as a company commander for three hundred years, and before that I served two hundred years as a sergeant and a private."
He looked at Soshyan's slightly evasive eyes.
"From aggressive greenskins to endless bureaucracy,
I have fought against every enemy of mankind."
"And you defeated them all, you are the greatest in the empire
A hero, no one has achieved such outstanding achievements as you."
"I'm just a product of probability, there's nothing special about me."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Dante sighed softly, intertwined the fingers of his hands and placed them on his chest.
"People always say that the Astartes are immortal, but few live long enough to test this theory, and when I saw the wrinkles on my face, I began to understand what was going on...
I am not immortal. I am old. I always wonder how long I have left. What keeps me alive until now is not my fighting skills or leadership, but luck. Soshyan, do you know?
, Sanguinius has thousands of bloodlines, and there will always be one person who lives to this age, and this person just happens to be me."
With that said, the legendary chapter leader took off his helmet.
When he saw the wrinkled face and the white hair, Soshyan was also shocked. For the first time, he realized that time would really leave traces on Astartes——
He hesitated for a moment, then said:
"Your Majesty, the so-called probability is too mysterious. In my opinion, you are the embodiment of will and strength, which will not change with age."
"Young man, forgive me for calling you this, but I am not a living saint."
Dante waved his hand.
"Do you know why I am telling you this? No one from other Chapters has ever been able to see the Primarch's manuscript with their own eyes, and even few within our Chapter have been able to get a glimpse of it."
Soshyan had the answer, but he didn't dare to say it, even though the other party would also say it.
His silence seemed to be an answer. Dante smiled, dipped his finger in the water glass on the table, and then wrote two numbers on the table.
"Lost cousin, which side are you?"
Looking at the two numbers 11 and 2 on the table, Soshiyang was speechless for a moment——