After dealing with those chores, Soshiyang, who had not been in a tact for several days, returned to his private room.
Rozim was punished the most severely. Because he used the group supplies privately, left his post without permission, and illegally contained aliens, he was revoked his position as the restaurant master and became an agent of the restaurant master. At the same time, all illegal income was confiscated (only a small part) for the group construction, and the green skin waited to return to Nesson 4 before disposing of it.
As an "accomplice", Loken's punishment was second only to Rozim. Not only did the system's authority be reduced from 12 to 9, but all the supply of the workshop was cut in half within ten years, and the deducted part was invested in other mechanical workshops, such as Faya.
The new recruits were relatively lightly punished, but from this day onwards until they returned to Nesson 4, they had to undergo punitive training - that is, the amount of all training subjects doubled, there were only three hours of rest time a day, and they were responsible for all cleaning work in the upper deck monk living area.
When I return to my home planet, I will have a full month of confinement waiting for them!
However, it is not true to say how annoyed Soshiyan is, because he knew Rozim's small moves very early, and just turned a blind eye.
But this time he not only brought the recruits, but also hooked up with Green Skin, so he couldn't stand it anymore.
The main purpose this time is also a warning to make him converge.
Soshiyan, who had taken off his armor, sat on the chair in a loose robe, and then opened a drawer under the table.
Inside, an ancient scroll was lying quietly.
He has never had the chance to open the secret record of San Gilles that Dante gave him. Today he plans to see what it is.
Pick up the scroll and get a slightly rough feel, a bit like ancient papyrus.
There is a small metal buckle on the secret record. Soshiyang gently disassembles it, and then slowly unfolds it on the table with both hands.
"This is--"
To his surprise, there was no text on the secret record, and there was just a pure black card lying quietly.
Soshiyan picked up the card and looked at it carefully, but could not see anything strange, except for its weirdly pure black.
He had never seen such pure black.
It was so dark that it seemed to pull his soul into it.
Staring at the weird black card, Soshiyang couldn't help but blink. He suddenly felt his vision blurry, and the lights around him seemed to gradually become darker.
The next moment, darkness swallowed him.
Surprisedly, he looked around, but could not see anything, there was a smell of dust and time in the space.
He exhaled, and the candles in the room suddenly ignited again, flames chasing the faded, charred marble surfaces and shadows on the drawings.
But Soshiyan found that his body suddenly became out of control and he became a stranger in a strange body.
The body stood still for a moment, Soshyan felt the weight of time and meaning surrounding him and through his eyes he saw a luxurious palace that was completely different from his room. Every object in the palace seemed to be a beautiful work of art: a crystal cup of a bull carved on the side; a sword with steel folds, whose blade was still sharp; an obsidian plate was polished into a mirror; a spear handle, painted on it, which still looked bloody black.
Images, items, memories...
“I have to know.”
Suddenly, "he" spoke, facing silence.
"I have to make sure..."
"He" walked forward, raised his hand covered with golden armor, took off the large shawl on the shoulders of the cape, revealing a smooth blonde hair.
Through the mirror opposite, Soshiyang saw an ethereal and handsome face that was almost like a god, and the closed wings behind his shoulders.
There is no doubt that this is San Gilles, the father of the genes of the Holy Blood Angel.
With a soft moan, the candle floated away from the tray and turned in the air, forming a circle around as San Gilles approached the wooden table.
Then a box rose from the table, and San Gilles turned the machine with his spirit, and the lock on its edge also rotated.
The box opened and a small velvet-wrapped bag fell into San Gilles's hands.
Around him, the candles were in place and the flames gradually became stronger, making the rest of the room look very dim after the fire gathered.
He held the small bag in his hand for a long time without any movement.
About five minutes later, San Gilles stripped the soft weaving cloth, and there was a stack of pure black cards lying. Each rectangular crystal could capture light and spread images into his eyes. He distributed them on wooden tables, and then patterns appeared on the cards: hammers and swords, poisonous snakes, lost figures wrapped in rose thorns, dark oceans, and beasts and horrors that were light and dark.
Some people will call it a tarot card, and the arrangement and combination of fate and connotation are broken into pieces and thrown to mortals to interpret.
There are many decks like this in the mortal world - slender cards, patterned metals and bones, telling the inner truth of the universe.
But these cards of San Gilles are completely different.
He looked down at the cards, and Soshiyang was also watching. They were black and did not reflect light, as if each one was now a hole that cut into the lightless void among the stars.
In his mind, Soshiyan heard the fear of billions of creatures on Terra rising as the ships filled the night sky.
Horus has arrived, and fate has sent him back to his birthplace, and in the nests and crowded metropolises, humans are waiting to witness, and when the future comes, who will become their masters.
“What will be the future?”
San Gilles whispered:
"Where will we go?"
Then, slowly and hesitate, as if something was holding his hand - San Gilles reached towards the first card.
But at the last moment, his fingers curled up.
The whisper sounded in his mind, and Soshiyan could hear it very clearly: shouting, screaming, and hissing that he knew but could not remember.
Then, with a sense of determination, the Archangel touched the first card and flipped it.
Then Soshiyan saw it.
Black trees poked into the tumbling snowstorm in the air, and the moon floated in the torn clouds.
Soshiyang could feel it, feel the chill, and the branches creaked in the storm of the wind.
In other people's thoughts, he knew that this was not true, it was nothing but thoughts or dreams.
But San Gilles' senses are different from Soshyan. Archangel has been on the spiritual path for a long time and knowing that reality is just a choice to believe in which lie.
The archangel staggered towards a tree trunk and half-kneeled, with the snow around his legs thick and the ice condensed on his hair and armor.
"The forest at midnight..."
He gasped, and the words covered his mouth with mist.
"The cold winter of the soul, from the fear and predators in the dark...I know all this, I know all this, but why do I see it again?"
He closed his eyes, but when he opened it again, the forest was standing there.
"This is not the past, isn't it? This is the darkness we are trying to escape, the source of all our fears."