Chapter 440 Shadow Prison
Alfaris can still think of the scene where he sneaked forward in the shadow of the palace and made the golden-armored imperial soldiers spin around.
At that time, the palace had not yet been completed, and some of the places that would become magnificent spiers and fortresses in the future were just ruins on the plateau waiting to be built. Humans tend to build new things on abandoned debris. If there is no debris there, then humans will first destroy the ground to lay new foundations.
The Forbidden Army has never changed. They are the most convenient tools and the most obedient works of art for the Lord of Mankind. They wear high-quality craftsmanship and gold that can be called part of their bodies, calculating the pace and pace of every step. Orientation, a measure of how much energy they expend on patrolling from here to there and back on a regular basis.
Their innate intelligence was not enough for them to see clearly a well-hidden person. Alpharius boarded one of the countless containers that entered and left the palace every day - he should have chosen this because of the complicated paperwork management. The system was still the biggest natural omission when the human empire started.
Yes, just like that, Alpharius loaded himself into a container and penetrated the palace's security system.
Next, Alpharius will come out of the logistics hub, and he will either continue to act as a mortal and walk through those open spaces. It was a bit too tall. The laborers and pilgrims would not suspect it, but the Custodes would.
Besides, it is impossible for him to play the Thunder Warrior.
So, he can either play the role of a Custodian: he can only play the role of a Custodian, which will help him move unhindered within the palace, because doubts from mortals are equivalent to disloyalty.
If you want to enter the equipment room, you must first be a Custodian or a slave worker. So Alpharius will choose an easier method, such as killing a Custodian and replacing him.
What will Alpharius do next?
How close can he get to the Emperor's Sanctuary? Outside its thick and exquisite door, engraved with gilded paintings left over from the Unification War; still passing through the sentry post and corridor, going deep into a certain scale, until he was unfamiliar with the code words of the communication rosary and the internal fortification of the sentry post. Expose your identity through ignorance?
Alfaris - No, Omegon couldn't think of it. Even though he and Alpharius were connected, as if they were one and the same, he could not further imagine the details hidden in history.
He yearns for the past he could not have. This is not out of jealousy, but an instinctive expectation. It is the only nourishment used to fill the lonely gap in his early life.
When Omegon returned to the Empire, he no longer had a legitimate reason to recreate the glory of his twin brother.
More specifically, "recreate the original Bloods game," which can be used, but only once. Omegon would not risk violating the laws of the Lord of Mankind again after receiving the expected admonishment. It would hurt himself and unduly implicate his twin.
So he cherished it until he got what he needed.
Until the third smuggler fulfills his agreement and responsibilities.
Omegon stood by a floor-to-ceiling window in the marble building near the shuttle landing port, letting the building's natural shadow cover him.
This suit of armor does not fit well enough. Every Custodian tends to spend decades breaking in his armor, so that the curves and movements of each nerve socket and each vertical plate fit perfectly into his. Second skin, but Omegon knew exactly how to imitate the posture of the Custodes.
It should be noted that the Custodian who lost his armor only received a mild and prolonged coma. This detracts from the focus of the entire palace defense system, because it means that this is just the aftermath of a game of blood - Alpharius' own little game.
When you've dealt with double-digit numbers of Alpharius' shenanigans over the decades, you don't realize how rare it is that he was inspired by the Blood Game to set up additional puzzles again.
Omegan watched the gray shuttle covered with the characteristic decorations of the Human Empire slowly descend. Three patrol planes hovered in the sky, vigilantly escorting their important targets. The shuttle lowered its landing gear, and the engine sprayed out a cloud of hot steam. Soon, the soft click of the hatch unlocking reached his ears.
According to the intelligence he obtained, No. 11 is in that shuttle, and he will point out a path for Omegon that no one outside knows.
This reminded Omegon of the basement of the past.
According to the classics, rumors and memories, it was destroyed twice, first by an unknown power, and second by the Astartes.
Of course, he was referring to the Lady Astartes, the founder of what is now the most dazzling army in the Imperium. She herself is the tombstone of all her achievements and past events.
With her Primarch lost, she could no longer trust the stability of the Astartes warriors. Therefore, when the Imperial Guard broke into the vault, Astartes' life-long efforts had been wasted and all the collections were destroyed. At least, she thought at that time that there was no backup of Astartes' research.
She was destroyed by her own weakness and fear of the future, otherwise she must be shining among the stars of today's imperial officials.
I heard that Waldo is very interested in the ruins, "interested", even the Forbidden Army, a group of living machines with only loyalty and the knowledge required for loyalty in their minds, they will also be interested in rebuilding on the ruins Interesting in something.
Then, it became the safest place in the entire galaxy.
The two Word Bearers priests were the first to step out of the shuttle, with Omegon waiting for their Order Master, and Eleven.
On the 11th, he remembered the moment they first met.
In that ruined dead world, in the wreckage and dregs of human civilization, in the swirling residual brilliance and the eternal repetition of rain and music, No. 11 and his caregivers preceded anyone else Found him.
Eleven told him about the existence of the Empire, told him what a great blood game Alpharius had completed, and also told him how to learn to find his way in the warp. Otherwise, how could he have traveled across billions of stars to make his debut on Macragge?
More than a hundred years ago, Eleven was more energetic than he is now, and his arrogant and tired confidence is impressive. "If you are interested, the Illuminati is waiting for you."
In the Word Bearer Pastor After that, he saw Eleven again. They had kept in touch through another means over the years, and he found that he was still familiar with the way Eleven looked now: typical Old Earth attire, as if he had lived in a time before humans had reached the stars.
The focus of No. 11's eyes crossed him, and Omegon prepared to follow quietly.
Then, a hovering patrol plane also began to descend. Likewise, two Word Bearers came out, but the next person who appeared was beyond Omegon's surprise.
It was Lorgar Aurelion who came here, not his Master.
Omegon returned to the narrow shadows and silently took off his armor. The subsequent follow-up would surely violate the regular patrol route of the Custodes, and he covered himself with an optical cloak.
If Aurelion thought Eleven intended to destroy Terra, he was sadly mistaken. Eleven cared more about the integrity of Terra than any of the Primarchs, although he sometimes showed a fleeting dislike for Terra whom he had never met.
The soft boots muffled the sound of his walking. Omegon went up to the second floor, jumped out of the window, and walked silently on the smooth roof, stepping on the golden bricks, always paying attention to the walking direction of the people below. .
As he jumped from spire to spire, the inevitable sound beneath his feet, Eleven spoke: "I've always wanted to meet the Emperor, and I hope I get the chance."
"Tell it to the cell wall, rebel," Lorgar replied. "This is the strongest fortress in the galaxy."
"I'm looking forward to it." Eleven said.
Omegan descended along the stone pillar, fixed himself on the outer edge of the wall, and looked for the next decoration as a foothold. They passed through layer after layer of areas. The terrain and paths here were enough for one person to explore for two hundred years, not to mention the existence of many one-way doors that greatly restricted the scope of activities of daring explorers.
Sometimes Omegon must knock out the guarding guards in time and avoid the patrolling Custodes. If one of them was disturbed, all would turn sharply towards him.
He groped for the perfect path, which twisted and swam beneath his feet like ever-changing snakes. Constantin Waldo is not here. He has confirmed that the other party is leaving for Ullanor.
Outside the tunnel on the ground floor of the palace, they identified themselves and the Imperial Guard opened the door.
Lorgar nodded slightly: "I will stand here until I can confirm that No. 11 is imprisoned."
"This is useless, Aurelion," No. 11 said softly, "If your senses As sharp as Leon El'Jonson—" "My abilities are limited," Aurelion said coldly, but Omegon caught the hint of Eleven's sarcasm.
If he could say less suspicious things, Omegon's journey would not be so scary.
Omigang landed on the closed back side of the turbine cable car, turned on the jamming signal device to avoid the detection instruments for security inspections, and firmly grasped the iron ring connecting the cable car and the sling, and hung it in the carriage. Ride it down into the abyss. The surrounding stone walls seeped slightly, scattering a thin ghostly light. The cables were buried within the stone walls and were illuminated by lumen lamps from a distance.
Continuing downward, the wind pressure and poisonous gas here are gradually enough to suffocate any mortal. Tens of minutes later, Omegon saw those building layers flashing past. These reactors, power plants and water supply pipelines hidden under the foundation of the palace were the real foundation of the huge building above. They were like a spindle, with the upper half and The lower half unfolds equally.
Further back, there are the remnants of the old palace that were directly buried. More than ten floors of palaces were filled in by those who came before, and were covered by those who came after.
Omegan tried his best to lay his body flat so that the optical cloak could work better. They continued their descent until the dampness in the air began to subside. The Imperial Guard stepped out of the cable car and monitored No. 11's every move as he walked without fear.
The five inhuman giants and the hum of the perfectly functioning machines surrounding them are a silent threat in themselves, enough to make the surrounding workers fall into panic due to lack of observation. Despite this, the intensity of surveillance here reminds Omegon directly of the throne room. A large number of blast-proof doors are chasing the heels of the Imperial Army. The door locks close quickly after sliding open, and there are no bunkers to hide in or vehicles to enter. .
When Omegan almost realized that this was an impossible mission, No. 11 gave him some help: his extraordinary and well-trained psychic powers opened a way for Omegan to rely on. The way of the afterimage of reality.
Eleven once shared its principle, "a temporary road built to imitate the small webway system that the Eldar Outcasts have inside the planet," he said tiredly, "you can call it the Shadow Way."
The Shadow Way was fleeting under the palace's psychic protection system, but it was enough for the original body. Omegon stepped on No. 11's footprints and felt his body trembling as he crossed the entity.
He estimated that he had advanced far enough, so he left some evidence on the edge of the monitor that he had left this place early.
The dust turned the air into a heavy semi-liquid, and Omegon pushed away the air, walking like a ghost in the shadow of the towering dome pressing against the ground. He avoided the mechanical arms responsible for transportation and the hot air waves in the ventilation ducts. The harsh chemicals inside were not good for anyone. Once he almost ran into a shield guard in black and gold armor, but that time The unique smell of ancient incense on the Imperial Guards alerted him. The long hours of tracking were rapidly draining his spirit, but he couldn't afford to fail.
He got into the operating shaft of the next elevator, followed the maintenance handrail on the vertical wall, and jumped down in groups of steps, chasing the speed of the box's descent.
Finally, Omegan followed the vertical afterimage path left by No. 11 in the box's trajectory and slid to the rear of the Forbidden Army. He accurately inserted a knife into the gap in the armor, cut the cable, and interfered with the nerves of the Forbidden Army. Then there was a quick punch and a quick attack to seize the Sentinel Blade.
Within ten seconds, the four Forbidden Soldiers were disarmed. Omegon stopped the moment before the long knife slashed across the Forbidden Soldier's neck, and turned into a horizontal strike.
Eleven grabbed a forbidden soldier who was about to hit the ground and ensured that he fell softly. At most one minute, the shadow prisoner will soon notice the time deviation, and they will not have time to communicate more.
"Finally." Eleven said silently with his lips, adjusting his collar, without any joy at the success of this infiltration, "Do you know its location?"
"I just need to create chaos." Omega replied, "Destiny only needs a push, and then everything will be completed."
He does not need to know the specific location of the Blade of Destiny hidden in the stasis field deep in the shadow prison. Use the Sentinel Blade to force open a few gates that are about to open, and the chain reaction created will be just right.
"Should we leave the same way?" Omegon asked.
Eleven paused for a second: "I haven't seen the throne yet, maybe this is the only time I come to Terra."
"Tell me you are not insane like Erda. "
"Maybe soon," Eleven said, a smile flashed on his cold face, "It's a joke. Only after the chaos breaks out will I be able to break through the psychic defense. I wish you the best. Good luck.”
Omegon turned around and left, stepping into the silent space of the shadow prison filled with whispers and ghosts. He went deep into the shadows painted with runes and bound with chains, listening to the seductive plaintive whispers and challenges that were always at the edge of hearing and vision. The creeping ghosts at the bottom of the soul and the misty phantoms that seem to have disappeared.
This is the Shadow Prison, where the terror of the old night has been condensed and gathered countless times, almost turning into an entity, flowing and winding, coldly soaking the ankles of everyone walking here.
While the clarion call of the Unification War was still ringing, the door of Shadow Prison was locked. If Shadow Prison is the second most secure place in the galaxy, then the only safest place is the Throne Room.
Throne Room. Eleven thought. It is rumored that this is the former Astartes Laboratory. Is that true?
Maybe.
He turned his head and looked at the entrance of the shadow prison intently. Two hundred years later, this place was still in the same state as he remembered.
A few minutes later, he heard the door of a secret room open, and the echo lingering in the shadow prison suddenly intensified, and then, the scream that spanned time split through the thick air with the smell of blood, and then It was the second filthy whisper that echoed in the long narrow corridor, making a noise like insects crawling across a person's brain lobes.
Some rustling crawling sounds touched his riding boots, he lowered his head and stretched out his right hand. The illusory crystal snake head protruded from his sleeves, driving away the Chaos creations approaching the Imperial Guards shield guards. The surrounding darkness moved away from him, as if it was dispersed by a cold lamp.
After the first thing regained freedom from the cell, the chain effect unfolded at an extremely fast speed. The light of the stasis force field exploded one by one, and the solid wall of the shadow prison cracked like frost. Fine lines and blood stains cling to the weak light of the sodium lamp. The imprisoned things wandering in the void call, fight, and tear each other. The wind behind the curtain rushes in with a scarlet stench, and the sharp laughter floats and spreads, And the vortex gradually formed, and the chaos only increased.
Eleven heard the raven's rough laugh, and he frowned but did not do anything.
More restrictions were broken, and cracks spread on the walls like spider webs. The blood gathered on the ground and formed a stream, crawling like life. The unborn gradually tore through the barriers of reality and revealed its form. The dark shadows of various creatures were entangled with each other, tearing each other or their own bodies wildly. A mix of shrill screams and wails of agony filled the air with the horrific smell of despair, changing its character every nine seconds.
He could imagine what was happening inside the shadow prison. In the swirling ocean of souls, the material at the edge of the vortex was pulled and shattered, and together with those powerful restrictions and blockades, was drawn into the depths of darkness. everywhere, destroyed in the endless void.
Countless items, large and small, will be lost forever in the drift of subspace, but only one of them will ride on the ups and downs of the waves, go through nine twists and turns, and finally be washed up on the shore of the ocean. And then accidentally picked up by the right person.
Old Enemy Blade, a cursed name.
Soon after, Omegon ran out in a panic, with many wounds on his body caused by various reasons while escaping.
"Can we go?" he asked breathlessly, his eyes bright because the plan was going well.
Eleven stretched out his hand.
His fingers began to blur, each finger turned into a crystal snake, and his nails turned into crystal snake letters.
Then, the skin of his pale, ivory palms became transparent, the muscles and blood vessels gradually became clear, and the blood turned into changing silver light, flowing in the blood vessels. Those silver scales reflected tiny rays of light in the deep void. Each snake lin was engraved with figurative decorations, and the hazy colored light covered its surface, slightly illuminating the dim shadow prison.
Following this, the delicate embroidery of snakes and eagles on its cuffs seems to be a kind of summons, and the snake part becomes vivid and agile. The changes spread, the silk texture of the sleeves gradually disappeared, its wide-sleeved coat and gray vest with silver buttons gradually faded, the chest, back and abdomen transformed into a snake body, and the spine turned into the main trunk of the silver snake, winding up and extending to the neck , transforming the hair into frozen gold.
Eventually, its facial outline disappeared and transformed into a silver snake's head, plus two snake heads transformed from its arms. The three silver snakes wrapped around Omegon's arms, and invisibly liberated and expanded its body. The body is completely transformed into another huge existence of void.
In the turbulent energy vortex of the Shadow Prison, it took Omegon and dived into the subspace.
(End of this chapter)