It was a large, stately place, dimly lit by scattered candles, with black marble floors and walls disappearing into black shadows.
A huge wooden throne, full of folds and carvings, was placed in the center of the room, under a tall and vague dome. Eleven smaller chairs were arranged in an arc facing it, and the darkness in the room shrouded the room.
A circle of chairs.
Military flags with various animal shapes were barely visible in the darkness. They fluttered occasionally, and the white cloth rustled with the airflow of the ventilation system.
Suddenly, a huge shadow appeared on the throne in the middle, squatting on it like a dormant beast.
Then the same huge shadows appeared on the surrounding chairs one after another, filling nine chairs, leaving only two empty.
"Everyone is here."
A cheerful voice spoke first, seemingly ignoring the two empty chairs.
"Let's talk about each other's progress."
The person who spoke next had a low and gloomy tone.
"There's no problem with me."
"Me too."
"everything is normal--"
Until the last person.
He paused for a moment, then said apologetically:
"I have some problems here. The Necron Dynasty in the Ghoul Sector has been completely infected by the Skinner Plague. We cannot go deep into its internal investigation, but judging from the information and evidence we have obtained, there is a high probability that it will not be wrong.
.”
Everyone was silent for a while, and finally the one on the throne in the middle spoke, with a frosted texture.
"This is an understandable surprise. Nothing is 100% accurate, even what we investigated cannot be guaranteed."
"Feel sorry."
"We are all gay, there is no upper or lower class, you don't need to apologize to anyone."
Then, the one on the throne turned to the chair at 8 o'clock.
"How is the situation over there with the Astral Knights?"
"Everything is normal. They have been in contact with the White Templar for some time and are now heading towards their legion flagship."
"What is the status of Soshyan Alexey himself?"
"Hmm... He seems to have gotten or seen something in Ullanor, and he also brought back a female Eldar. The identity of that Eldar seems to be not simple. Anyway, from the time he brought that Eldar back, I heard
Rumor has it that the rotten meat of the Fourteenth Legion seems to be crazy, and they are planning some big plan. Maybe it has something to do with that Eldar? It's a guess, but it may not be correct."
The person who spoke paused, then took out a data tablet and threw it towards the throne.
The data tablet was still spinning in mid-air when it was gently grabbed by a large armor-covered hand.
"The above are reports from the past ten years. In addition, he has obtained the Spiral Flame."
"He got the Spiral Flame? Well, that's good news."
The shadow on the throne moved his body, and then opened the data tablet, but the faint light from the data tablet could not penetrate the darkness covering him at all.
"Well, well... it's developing well. It's because we didn't choose the wrong person. We no longer have the cost of trial and error."
After a few minutes of simply looking at it, the man on the throne closed the data pad.
"Now that these things are settled, let's talk about the next thing, but first..."
As he spoke, the man on the throne stretched out his arm, and then an ancient book floated out of thin air from the ground.
As the pages of the book were turned, a hoarse voice sounded from all directions.
"——When I woke up in the morning, I felt as if I had been sleeping for a long time. All I could do was open my eyes. The same dreams haunted me again. Most of them were so terrifying that it was difficult to talk about them. The rest were
Everything cannot be ignored because it is closely related to my mission... I found that my thoughts had already scattered, and as time went by, it became difficult for me to recall what I had done in the past.
A prison of fragile thoughts... The lack of sleep didn't bother me, the scenes before my eyes were clear now, they seemed so real, but when I tried to remember them
, but my thoughts cannot be concentrated. In the records of filthy people who worship those unspeakable enemies, I am jealous of those whose living conditions are opposite to mine, but I must always remind myself that everything I do is for the empire.
And even for the benefit of all mankind... I have to stay alert at all times and pray constantly to complete this work before I am completely lost. Sometimes I write for hours without taking a break, writing with great concentration, but
After a while, I didn’t know where the thoughts in my mind came from... I read back the previous article, but everything I saw made me feel scared from the depths of my soul. Although these terrible things were made by my hands,
I don’t really want to know about them.”
The huge palm let go, the book fell to the ground and disappeared without a trace, and then another one rose up.
Likewise, it unfolds itself in invisible forces.
"——The crack in the sky tore open a giant eye, and blood flowed out from it, living in it. Legions that fought endlessly every day swarmed out of it. They gathered under the command of a leader and once again relied on mankind.
Launching an attack on the cornerstone of survival, the thugs in the Nether Eye gathered an evil alliance. Millions of fanatics and thousands of battleships were waiting for opportunities to find a way to break through the defense line. There, the loyal warriors
Always on standby to prevent emergencies, these once-in-a-hundred-generation invasions are so powerful that if they are not stopped, they will eventually bring mankind to its knees...Keeping these fiercely attacking alliances together is a formidable man.
The Chaos Overlord, he may be a demon or a human. These waves of destruction are coming, bringing us to the darkest and most dangerous moment. The fate of all mankind hangs on a thread... I saw it.
These are battles for the survival of humanity, with all the dangers and hopes they entail.”
One book ends and one book begins.
"——The corrupted ones will gather again behind their king. Although after so many years, the giant eye has calmed down, people will guess that the chaos trapped in it will split up and become like
The beasts will fight each other in the desperate situation that trapped them, but these speculations will be proven wrong, and the price will be paid dearly... The traitorous legions will return, and their leader will return.
There will be a bloody cry, and he will lead the dark legions with renewed ambition to force mankind to kneel before Chaos and cry bitterly in front of his own powerful power..."
"This attack showed only a small part of the cunning and ferocity he would later display, but this attempt would benefit him greatly in the future, completing the unfinished work of their cursed ancestors.
In the vision, his army marched towards the core of mankind. No matter where the demon army went, there were ruins everywhere, and all life was wiped out... Just as they were preparing to continue to carry out the atrocities of the times.
, when humanity was brought back to the terrible times of the past, the Imperial Guards, the Mechanic-Priests, and the giant-like warriors who wore armor and purified and brought death in the same way appeared, and the Astartes Company
They united and marched forward to drive the damned back to their lair, but this was only after a fierce battle. At that time, they were very close to the core of the empire, which made people unavoidably frightened...
During this expedition, the Cursed claimed to have obtained the sword in which the Soul of Murder was imprisoned in the Forbidden Mountains of Uruolan, but I did not see how he obtained this item."