"——The future will usher in a dark era, human beings are in decline, the light of stars gradually disappears, and the last little hope is ruthlessly taken away by reality. I dreamed that I was standing in a black desert, with diamonds dotted on the ground, in which a powerful hunger spreads throughout time and space, it is even more terrible than the hunger that troubles my children... It appears from the east of the night sky, shuttles through the sky that I am unfamiliar with, swallowing Barr, and before Bawei was swallowed, a flash of light flashed
After escaping from that shadow... The hunger quickly dispersed after enjoying my hometown. Because it devoured Barr's blood, the invisible hunger turned into a giant dragon that devoured stars, until the last little light of the stars turned into diamonds in the desert. As the last star was swallowed up, the traitor's hell-like eight-pointed star burned from the sky on the west side, burning in the dark void. After that, even it dimmed, and I was the only one standing in the dark."
The dark prophecy was filled with a strong sense of oppression, and even Soshiyan's breathing became heavier.
"—The shadows twisted and dissipated around. The scene lost its metaphorical disguise. The scene I saw may be the real scene of the future. I saw my father, broken and scarred. Although he was already like a rotten corpse, I knew that it was him. I felt his will, but I did not sense the existence of the consciousness. There was only a cold force that could destroy my sleeping consciousness at any time... My zombie-like father was trapped in a machine that provided power to his soul by absorbing the essence of others. I don't know if I should write down these contents, even if it was just a private log. If he didn't know this fate, he would never know these... Or did he already know these? And he made a choice between the complete destruction of mankind and his undead state? If so, I would respect my father more."
"——The fire of the war commander was hitting the walls of the palace. Perhaps in the present moment, this sad reality is the best ending we can hope for, and perhaps this is the future I must win with death... In the illusion, the hunger was heading towards my father, and the puppets of the dark gods fought against this hunger in order to fight for the pleasure of killing him. Standing in front of the throne was a golden warrior surrounded by my father's imperial guards and other heroes. Although these heroes have made great achievements, they still cannot compare with the heroes of our time. They fought there and fell down. At the end of this illusion, the flesh and blood devourers and the soul devourers approached our Lord and Creator
....Despair became everything, nothing else except despair. However, before I woke up, I felt something else. I felt the fluctuations in the subspace, and the existence of my father. His consciousness became new and everything would be well, just as I was destined to.... I saw my brother, the brother I lost, who protected our father. Maybe it was him, maybe it was not him, I could not even write his name in my private diary. Maybe this illusion was false, and I prayed that the future would be variable, as I saw in the past, but the only thing that remained unchanged was that at that moment, I had to face the time of my reckoning, which I could not escape."
Hearing this, Soshiyan was already a little restless, but he did not show it, although his heart was already surging.
"—I don't know who this golden warrior is. He looks very similar to my messenger. I also see his mask with my face painted on it, but he is not me, and I am not familiar with the armor on him. I only know that he is one of my descendants. Although I don't know if his sacrifice will have any effect, I only know one thing. He is a noble warrior, purer than anyone in his time. He means that my contribution to the Emperor is not in vain, and that my inevitable death is not in vain... But I
The lost brother made me wonder. He was surrounded by conspiracy and shadows. Although I no longer remember the past, I was sure that he was the wisest and calm man of my many brothers. His appearance must symbolize something that had been planned long ago. Perhaps it was related to the Seal Palmist, but I cannot be sure that they were very close, and Seal Palmist had too many secrets, some of which involved some of the oldest dark existences of the Milky Way. I can only hope that his phenomenon was to conquer redemption rather than a more terrible conspiracy..”
The record ended, and 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 Soshiyan with a faint smile on his face, but the mask was still the roaring expression of San Gilles.
Soshiyang coughed lightly and said:
"Honor Dante, you... seem to be a little worried?"
Dante smiled and shook his head,
The hand was placed on the scroll as if to obtain comfort through physical contact with the text of San Gilles.
"Who can not worry? The Milky Way 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 as a sergeant and a private for two hundred years.”
He looked at Soshiyan's eyes that were dodging slightly.
"From aggressive greenskins to endless bureaucracy,
I have fought against every enemy of mankind.”
"And you defeated them all, you are the greatest empire
No one has achieved such outstanding achievements as you have.”
"I am just a product of probability, I have nothing special."
Dante sighed lightly, his hands and fingers intertwined, carrying them on his chest.
"People always say that Astarte is immortal, but few people can live to the point of testing this theory. When I see the wrinkles on my face, I begin to understand what's going on... I'm not immortal, I'm old, I'm always curious about how long I have to live. What makes me live to this day is not my fighting skills or leadership, but luck, Soshiyan, do you know that San Gilles has tens of millions of blood, and there will always be someone who lives to this age, and this person just happens to be me."
As he said that, the legendary commander took off his helmet.
When he saw the wrinkled face and white hair, Soshiyan was also shocked. He realized for the first time that time would really leave traces on Astat.
He hesitated for a moment and then said:
"Honor, the so-called probability is too mysterious. In my opinion, you are the incarnation of will and power and will not change due to age."
"Young man, forgive me for calling you that, but I am not a living saint."
Dante waved his hand.
"Do you know why I'm telling you this? No one from other battle groups can see the manuscripts of the Primarch with his own eyes, and even few people in our battle groups can get a glimpse."
Soshiyan had the answer, but he didn't dare to say it, although the other party would say it out.
His silence seemed to be an answer. Dante smiled, dipped his finger in the water cup on the table, and then wrote down two numbers on the table.
"Which side are you lost cousins?"
Looking at the two numbers 11 and 2 on the desktop, Soshiyan was speechless for a moment—