The lonely giant sitting upright on the throne overlooks the distance, and the Milky Way and the Milky Way seem to be in its eyes.
"The stars join hands to hold their wrists, following the orbits and laws of the cycle, dancing gracefully between the heaven and earth paved by the Milky Way. I also saw the crown surrounding the celestial ball. The tide-like nebula flooded me, and the calm tide turned into the surging waves in the great sea. I swam towards the waves, swallowing the nebula whole until my dream quietly left me."
The lone giant's hall is boundless and boundless, and it is as ever-changing as his words.
The spirals surrounding him spirals intertwined, turning into a thick book and a wildly changing thunder cage, dragging the world to his eyes. In the colorful lanterns in the distance, they were loaded with leaping programs and knowledge, which looked like the tone of a gorgeous hymn.
Tubaker's eyes crossed the dazzling light and the rows of solemn red warriors, waved the bent staff in his hand to push away the huge soldiers blocking them, eager to come forward to see his lord.
"Give it, let it go."
The lonely giant is the scarlet king, the Red Devil Magnus, who commanded the 15th Legion and the Prophecy of the Thousand Sons.
“Dark advances transformation.”
Magnus continued to chant.
"Dark, confusion and fear, the lack and lack of understanding of things are all endless catalysts."
As the chanting became louder and louder, Magnus's body expanded and raised, and his majestic torso crossed the thunderous black clouds. Even the most powerful wizards under his command were shocked by the overwhelming energy and could not help but reach out to cover their eyes.
"What did they see when humans first moved their eyes from the soil and turned their eyes to the sky and the universe? Only madness is reflected in their eyes! What other words can they use to describe their feelings? When the sun and their scorching gods sink into the horizon, what else can they think? They think that the Lord of Light abandoned them and abandoned them forever! The great father betrayed them, and life has reached its end, and the light has been extinguished! But when the dusk was completely swallowed up by the night sky, the vast sea of stars covering the night sky was reflected in the eyes of our ancestors. When such a magnificent and majestic scene fell into their hearts, what would they feel? How should they explain the various stars floating all over the sky? How should they understand the bright full moon? Where will their thoughts go?"
Magnus laughed loudly and leaned into the throne with a brilliant light.
He gradually narrowed his figure until it was almost the same as the figures of Astart's subordinates under his seat.
"They expressed their questions and pursued the answers. They must have felt the hunger that exists in your hearts all the time - the hunger of seeking knowledge, as far as the past, and even afterwards, human beings must have felt the faith that is waiting to emerge on the road ahead, although it was so rough at that time - they understood, and you and I also understood, just as we have always understood, you and I are not fools who are shy in the dust, fascinated by the greatness of the world, worship them! We are conquerors and rulers! We are destined to understand, understand everything, remove the shackles of ignorance, and bathe in the warm sun composed of causes and consequences. This is our destiny and heavenly rights. Only by rejecting it can it be called betrayal."
The wizards nodded and said no.
"I traveled all over the great sea, and the stars crossed the realm and the stars were like the sand of the vast sea. It was just because of my innate talent, because I completed the instructions given to us, and I was exiled. The incalculable years and centuries passed by. I finally understood the guilt that belonged to me back then - not shameful betrayal, not contact with taboo knowledge, and all of this is not my sin! Hypocritical humility, lack of ambition, and suppression and erasure of my own heart are my problems! I don't need to feel ashamed, and so do you."
The body of the lonely giant began to rise again, and the skin on his body became darker and redder, filled with the power of transformation and change.
“We will never apologize for our own existence again!!!”
The words turned into a roar filled with sounds, and the sound waves hit the wizard group standing everywhere in the hall, forcing them to hold the handle of the axe in their hands and struggle to support them.
Then, the sound of the continued advance crashed into the neatly lined up red-word warriors, shaking them to the ground.
"We are the beginning of the original!!!"
As the melody reached its climax, the entire throne room turned into a colorful vortex.
Tubake struggled to maintain the integrity of his spiritual body, resisting the violent thunder that stretched in all directions.
At this moment, he could not stand up and could only pinch the curved staff in his hand tightly as if he was holding a life-saving straw.
As always, this imminent threat often leads to an old and old memory—the simple training he had experienced before he became Astart, which they called "enumerations" in the Great Crusades ten thousand years ago—they were just simple psionic tricks, tools used to assess the limits of human potential.
Magnus answered them--humans must devote themselves to the highest heaven and soak their limbs with their slurry, otherwise they will be swallowed up by their ignorance.
Tubeck murmured the ancient spell, the spell that he realized when he was a little acolyte on Tizka—the words that allowed his soul to break free from his material body.
After a few breaths, the lonely giant sat down again, and the wizards swaying candlelight gradually calmed down and rebuilt their own spiritual body.
The warriors of the red letter took back unconsciously and quietly picked up the explosive guns that fell into the dust, as if nothing had happened.
The wizards had long been used to the passionate speeches of the Red Devils and immediately started their interrupted discussion again.
Magnus was very happy to argue with his subordinates who would not refute him.
Seeing the opportunity, Tubeck pushed and walked towards the towering throne. From the moment he entered the hall, he clearly saw Magnus's appearance for the first time-
The appearance he presented to everyone was quite human, but for some reason he chose this face?
Homesickness or ridicule?
The laws of physics and even all laws in the material universe could not bind such a powerful demon. Although Magnus could transform his appearance as he pleased, he chose this image - the muscles covered by the warrior's scarlet skin were bulging and raised, and he was wearing gilded armor from top to bottom. It was obvious that he had no intention of hiding.
Magnus was not ashamed of his ever-changing changes, nor did he intend to hide the impact of the great sea on himself: a pair of wide wings shining with rainbow light shining behind him, hanging from lapis lazuli and coral ornaments, no mortal could look directly at such a psychedelic and intense color.
At the end of his thick legs was a pair of powerful sharp claws, and on the wild and noble head, a pair of spectacular and huge sharp horns were born. No matter how much the emperor had planned for Magnus' future, it was now a passing cloud.
Magnus had a magnificent figure, with wisdom and light lingering beside him, like a god.
"grown ups!"
Tubak shouted, and he squeezed through the last row of red-letter warriors and approached the surrounding wizards.
The company commanders turned their heads one after another, their faces were cold and full of contempt.
It has been quite a long time since the last time Tubaker attended an internal meeting.
Thousands of organizational changes and allegiance betrayal have been performed, and Tubeck has been regarded as a failure, a relic poured by the light of a giant and wasted by time and time.