Looking back ten thousand years ago, he was still a child, with the ambition of an elder and the intelligence of a wise man, and looked at the streets and alleys of the City of Light with his eyes that had not yet witnessed the war.
The stars illuminate this hot night. Although the evening breeze makes people breathe, it also drys the fine beads of sweat on the skin.
"What if they refuse us?"
Another child asked him.
"Then I'll become an explorer."
At that time, he answered so proudly:
"I'm going to venture out on the wastelands and build a new city for Prospero."
The other boys still looked hesitant.
"But we have to join the Legion, Iskander, and any other dream will only disappoint our family."
"I won't fail."
He then summoned a cup full of water from the other end of the table with his mind, spilling some out halfway, while the other boys could only lean out and reach for their own cups of water.
He could sense the faint jealousy in the hearts of others, but he still didn't say a word.
Ten years later, he is no longer a child.
They are great warriors.
The bomb guns were roaring and the swords roared. Their purpose of life was to make sentient beings surrender to their feet.
And their fathers, whose power is so dazzling, it is painful to just look at it.
The red giant stepped through the layers of battle lines, and his sword swung to the alien city in the distance.
"Destroy them!!!"
The boys who joined the Legion with him stood beside him, and they charged side by side, putting on their helmets in unison.
Their father wanted the city to disappear before sunset, so it must be.
More than ten years later, they stood in a magnificent temple as magnificent as an arena, listening to Horus telling every detail of Terra's impending destruction.
The tactical analysis has ended, and it is the climax of the speech.
But some of the superhuman talents of the Warrior have disappeared and can no longer inspire his warriors as they used to. He once encouraged the warriors to confront each other in order to share their own opinions and plan their tactics together.
Tonight, there is so little similar communication. Horus always talks too much and listens too little.
Didn't he realize that everyone in this hall has his own purpose? Didn't he know that this war has other meanings to others?
He doesn't know.
Hate was flowing in his blood vessels, and Horus thought he was self-righteous and determined that everyone was as whining as he did.
But he was wrong.
The warriors of several legions stood side by side, and the wolf god Horus revealed the confidence and majesty of a god in his words.
He talked about triumph, portrayed hope, and boasted about the scene when the wall of eternity turned into ashes.
But he didn't care and turned around and left...
"Aliman!!!"
He had already shouted the name ten times, but perhaps he couldn't hear it, or he didn't want to pay attention to it at all. The once familiar president of the Black Crow Learning just raised his hands to the sky surrounded by ghosts and roared at the top of his lungs.
The three wizards in the inner circle could not resist this terrifying power and turned into a raging witch fire. Two were torn to pieces. Their bodies collapsed like sand and were wiped out by Aliman's barbaric mental power.
Where he is located has become the core of the storm.
The names were recited one by one, and hundreds of wizards stopped praying and looked at each other in horror.
He was very angry, but he could not use witchcraft to kill Aliman, which would only cause the etheric core to lose control and the bursting energy would kill everyone.
The dense energy around him began to radiate dangerous arcs into the sky. He tried to shoot the damn bastard, but the strong wind blew the bullet without a trace.
This ceremony, Aliman's red letter, is struggling on the verge of failure.
He had already had a premonition that all this, and the battle axe Sheen cut through the air beside him, bringing another wound to this miserable world.
"Kill this madman!"
Their company commander roared out an order in the face of the irritable hurricane.
A shining lightning flashed across the edge of the pyramid, making a burst like a whip, and the loud noise shocked the entire building.
The wild rainbow light blinded one wizard's eyes, and the other fell to the ground.
"Kill him!"
Each heartbeat is accompanied by more warriors leaping out of the passage.
"Kill Aliman!!!"
The chorus of dozens of explosive guns was like a desperate dragon roar, but nothing hit, nothing shot.
Aliman was still screaming at the sky, and Mekari, his partner, was approaching him step by step.
The wizard stretched out his hand with all his might, and his twisted metal finger was only one centimeter away from the throat of the chief think tank, but the red letter was completed.
A surging wave of energy surged from Aliman's body. He heard Merica's miserable scream. It was not until the last moment that he realized that he had failed.
Then Mekari went, his closest friend.
They will never rest as long as they have ever been sleepy.
The brother who was fighting with him at the top of the pyramid in the last second suddenly fell into silence under the gaze of the strange stars of Sotiarius.
Mekari stood quietly, then his hands fell silently.
He looked at the familiar figure, but he could no longer sense the existence of his close friend. It felt like you were standing in front of a mirror, but the person in the mirror no longer looked back at you.
Even though the armor still stands, everything has changed.
The soldiers collapsed to the ground one after another, and the Kotaran-style crown fell on the glass floor, and spider-web-like cracks spread everywhere.
Mekari's T-Eyepiece was still open, and he nodded slightly to the visitor.
Who is calling in the distance...
"Kayang."
"Kayang!?"
Looking at the figure walking out from the side, Soshiyang was surprised. The prisoner who was supposed to be in the prison appeared in a swagger in his robe.
"Why are you here?"
Soshiyang drew his sword and pointed it at the other party, and the gray marrow was activated immediately.
Kayang ignored him, but walked to the iron coffin, pointed at the thing and said:
“It let me out.”
"What?"
"Don't be surprised, I made a deal with him, and I will help you get your flagship back, and you-"
Amber-skinned Kayang turned her bare head and stared at Soshiyan with deep eyes.
"When you enter the dark capital Comoros, you have to find someone for me."
“I’ve never heard of this deal.”
Soshiyang did not put down his sword.
"I won't go to Comoros either."
"You will go, sooner or later."
"I can't believe the words of a Chaos Traitor."
Kayang laughed as if he had heard the funnyest jokes in the world.
"Hahaha! Is this what you can say that has hosted the Prophet of the Eighth Legion? Soshiyan, Soshiyan, your face is thicker than the walls of the Terra Palace."
"you--"
Soshyan was speechless, but he tried hard to refute the other party.
"At least Talos was not thrown into Chaos, but you were the main member of the Black Legion!"
"Did you imagine the difference between these two?"
"Okay, stop arguing."
Thor walked between the two and gently pressed Soshiyang's sword with his hands.
"Soshyan, you can trust me for the time being, I will be a guarantee."
Soshiyang had no choice but to withdraw his sword.
"Kayang, tell me, what exactly is Monk Seid?"
Kayang spread his hands and shrugged.
"I don't know, what I can tell you is...its existence is related to subspace."
Soshiyan, who received too much information today, is now a little confused. He can't understand what Kayang is referring to. In short, the situation is beyond his control.