Dante took the data pad and looked at it for a while, then sighed and placed it on the table.
"Abaddon launched a large-scale invasion of Permalink, and this happened more than a year ago."
Then he put his arm on the table, leaned towards Mephisto, and said:
"Are you worried that the Black Legion will unleash this demon?"
"If nothing else happens, this is inevitable."
"But you don't look very nervous."
"Well, I asked someone to inquire and found out that the Astral Knights, Dark Angels, and White Templars all went to the Paiji Planet."
"Astral Knights."
Dante blinked but said nothing more.
Mephisto looked at his chapter leader and immediately determined that the other party must know something, because the other party did not have any doubts about the Astral Knights going to the Pavilion Star - the Astral Knights had been there for a long time
Something feels wrong.
"Then what do you think, Mephisto."
"I want to go to the Pai Shang planet, and I can do it alone."
But Dante shook his head and rejected the think tank's proposal.
"The war group has just completed the task of clearing out the Genestealer Sect. The soldiers are still repairing. What's the point of going alone? Since all three war groups are involved, it means that things will not get very bad, not to mention
This place is so far away from the Pai Shang Star, and things will probably be over by the time you arrive."
"I have a way to get there quickly, just give me a frigate."
Dante still disagreed.
"We have to trust our fellow combat brothers that they can handle these things."
"No, Chapter Master, to be honest, I have doubts about the Astral Knights."
Dante was stunned for a few seconds, then asked:
"Why?"
"They are abnormal, not in terms of behavior or mentality, but in terms of feeling. Their warrior styles are very different, as if they are several war groups from different cultures blended together. I have dealt with people from the Death Watch.
The two give me very similar feelings.”
Dante looked at his think tank and sighed slightly.
"They have their own missions and tasks, Mephisto, there is no need for you to doubt them now."
Mephisto looked at his chapter leader with burning eyes, and then suddenly stood up.
"Then Chapter Master, I personally apply to go to the Alliance of Suffering. I want to talk to Malakin of the Lamenters."
"Give me a good reason."
Mephisto knew that he had to convince his Chapter Master with irrefutable facts. After all, it was good to be feared by everyone - people would always pay attention to his actions.
Then, the think tank waved to summon his winged servitor: it flapped its wings and flew out of the fragrant shadow, struggling to hold the heavy metal tray in its hand.
Mephisto took the tray and placed it gently under the slowly rotating holographic star map.
As the star map swirled, the lines and points twisted by the stream of light shone on the smooth tray. Dante leaned forward and studied the obscure lines engraved on the metal, as well as the strings of symbols and scattered patterns.
His eyes widened in surprise.
"The original body's divination disk is really completely different from when I first gave it to you."
Mephisto was not happy, these characters seemed to spurt out from a corner of his mind - a corner that he had no understanding of.
He spent more than ten years deciphering those words and sentences, deciphering the mysterious connections between fragments of words and obscure illustrations, and even some parts still elude him.
Most of the symbols were intricate carvings, and the remaining vague and rough symbols gave him some impression - he vaguely remembered how he bent his fingers to make the marks, using his cracked nails and bloody fingertips as pens.
Brush, writing frantically and constantly, unable to stop.
One corner of the divination disk is engraved with a pattern similar to the holographic star map shining in the sky. The gaps between the coordinates and intersections of the star map are filled with rows of fine traces - pieces of poetry and poetry wrapped in dense and complex network lines.
Mathematical equations.
After looking at it for a while, Mephisto reached out and pointed at a symbol - a square with nine wings.
"This is the perfect point where my thoughts converge, and all the years of research finally lead to this point - to this place."
Following the clues, his finger left the symbol and pointed to an article written in an ancient language.
The messy scrawl was twisted and ugly. They originated from the madness flowing in the warp. Mephisto knew that only he could decipher this kind of writing.
"Signus."
"Is it...Signus One?"
Dante is no stranger to this name. The Blood Angels' preservation of historical archives is the best among many founding groups. There are many shocking secrets hidden in the ancient and deep library of the Baal moon.
Mephisto nodded and turned his attention to the text again.
"An almost forgotten world. The Empire no longer has any information about it. But in fact, it was not completely destroyed. It was just transferred to the Ghoul Star by some unknown force."
As he spoke, he glanced at Dante.
"All dreams and divination results are warning me, warning me not to ignore the undercurrents roiling here."
"What does it have to do with the Weeper?"
Mephisto raised his hand and pointed elsewhere on the tray, his fingertips poking at a small engraving - it was a flame painted in a freehand style.
"I spent some time searching for some clues about the Lamenters in various places. This chapter was established when the Cursed Army was founded, and their first mission after its establishment was to attack someone in the Ghoul Sector.
An expedition is launched into a world occupied by aliens."
Dante frowned and tapped his fingers on the table.
"Go on."
"Since that expedition, some strange signs have appeared in this chapter. For example, each of their chapter leaders has been called the Watcher of the Abyss, and there has never been Blood Thirst or Black Rage in the chapter."
"The pharmacist has contacted them and found nothing wrong... and nothing special."
"Lord, do you remember what happened to Signus One?"
Dante nodded, of course he knew what had happened.
At the end of the Great Crusade, Sanguinius received a mission from Warmaster Horus: to recapture the Signus Star Cluster from the alien invasion and liberate humanity from its oppressors.
However, when they arrived, they found that the entire galaxy had been swallowed up by the demonic corruption of the Chaos Gods. In particular, a Grand Keeper of Slaanesh who called himself Kyris the Twisted had led the Blood Angels to become a complete demon.
Transformed world, Signus One.
The entire operation was actually a trap set by Horus to eliminate Sanguinius. The Blood Angels were caught off guard and suffered heavy losses, but they eventually regrouped and defeated the Daemon Legion.
But a greater threat soon appeared. The bloodthirsty demon Ka'banha appeared and began to attack the Ninth Legion. Although it was still thwarted by the powerful Sanguinius, the influence of Khorne's power began to affect the Legion.
As the blood spreads, red thirst appears on every warrior.
At this time, Chaos began to seduce Sanguinius, claiming that if he chose to join Chaos, he would cure the Ninth Legion's Red Thirst.
The kind-hearted Sanguinius hesitated. At this moment, Melos, the Legion Apothecary, jumped into the trap directly on behalf of the original body, and told his father not to give up hope.
The sacrifice of Melos alerted Sanguinius, and he never considered any proposal given by the demon again, and completely defeated the demon and redeemed the Legion.
"....If the Lamenters were in dire straits on a certain world, and the warriors began to produce red thirst and black rage on a large scale, would it be very consistent with the situation of the legion at that time?"
Dante looked at Mephisto and stopped tapping on the table.