Chapter 463 The Crimson King (Part 1)
Rogal Dorn stood on the wall between the mountain passes, looking down at the thick high wall below that had been damaged by battles over several generations. Concrete and steel fit into each other and were buried in the rock wall by time. Together with the remains, armor, arrows and smiling heads of all those who died in battle in front of the city wall, they merged into the mountains themselves.
In a sense, this wall is more indestructible than when it was independent from the mountain in the past, even though that part of the wall has been shattered by the torrent of history and war.
"The Word Bearers' traces disappeared one sector away from the Sun Sector, my lord. They are not accepting communication requests, and they have penetrated deep into the subspace channel." Acammus Report, by the way Walking up the remaining steps of the city wall.
The mountain wind suddenly roared up, passing through the forest, crossing the canyon, and rustling against the ridge. Rogal Dorn frowned slightly in the strong wind, but his voice was still clear.
"We have nowhere to pursue." Rogal Dorn nodded, "I need an answer from Terra."
"Still no response, the Astropath reported that Terra's soul sea was in chaos, touching They died immediately. In the last round of attempts, three astropaths died. The navigator also said that it was impossible to go to Terra at this time."
Akanmus answered succinctly that he knew those three stars. The Whisperer's extreme fear took the form of smashing his own head, strangling another companion, and being torn apart in a psychic explosion, but none of these helped the situation and need not be introduced.
Dorn glanced at Acamus, "Then, we will not be able to gain command of the Sun Star Domain defense system. At the same time, we have no way of knowing the location of the Word Bearers, the Iron Warriors or The Sun of Thousand Dusts is unable to provide further help, and Perturabo and Magnus are outside the contact range. In addition, the World Eater is far away in Nuceria."
Akanmus. He heard the parts in his combat prosthetics creaking in the biting wind.
"That's right, my lord."
Dorn turned his head slightly, his thoughts were silent and hidden behind an invisible solid wall, making it impossible to detect.
"Go to the nearest large open entrance to the Webway," Rogal Dorn ordered, a lightning-like cold light sliding across his golden armor as it moved. "We need to evacuate those who are still inside the Webway. Iron Warriors troops, and use this to directly reach the throne world. I will give you ten hours to organize the army and plan the route. After that, I need the mountain formation to set sail."
Akanmus swallowed the net. The Tao map is still preserved in the Terra Palace, as well as the irregular obstruction of the subspace channel in the Jeremiah Shard Belt. He knelt down on one knee: "Yes, my lord. For the Empire of Man."
In the strong wind, Donne's voice echoed from far to near, like the rolling stone itself.
"For the Empire of Man." Dorn answered him, "We should do our best to invite death (indeathwetryst)."
He paused for a moment, and then gave a new order to Arkham Unexpected and unrelated requests. "In addition, contact the Alpha Legion. I need to confirm their movements."
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The mist spreads deeper into the passage, like liquid amber half-solidified above the white silk. Gnus's feet flowed slowly. The temporary door lost its light behind him and turned into a slightly heated light golden stone, falling to the ground and shattering.
He returned to the Webway again, taking not a single Astartes with him.
Even Azhak Ahriman's understanding of the mysterious pathways throughout the galaxy was far from sufficient to enable him to help his genetic father here. It may not be pleasant, but they will be a burden rather than a help.
So Magnus stepped into the webway alone, holding in his hand the Emperor's Tarot he needed for divination.
The Pilgrim card was hot in his hand, and half of the card surface was soaked in dark ink. The remaining cards have not changed much: the High Priest flickers on and off, the cracks on the Lightning Tower worry Magnus, the Duty Knight is as stable as a rock, and the Jackal card that once belonged to Perturabo has turned into dust. It represents some kind of complete loss.
He took a deep breath and let the Emperor Card float in front of him, guiding the way to the throne world.
The Webway is not empty, but today, the environment inside the Webway is particularly strange and changeable.
In addition to the various node cities, secondary realms and abnormal spaces that are attached to it, some kind of chaotic atmosphere between life and death, moment and eternity blows towards the face. The phosphorescence that should not exist is particularly dim today. highlighted against the background.
As Magnus noticed them, a poisonous and malignant sheen began to seep around him, rising and falling like a tide, filled with some kind of ghostly will of longing, climbing over him The little legs seem to want to take a part of him and use it as food.
The smell of burned rocks and obsidian sand is quietly becoming stronger, and some malicious thoughts are lodged in it, but this has never given Magnus the sense of life—— All the subspace demons he had seen were more alive than this existence.
Here, between this trance-like layer outside time and space and the dream-like space between the universe, there are no humans, no aliens, not even insignificant moss, insects and microorganisms... only scorched earth and death, And the great terror that death itself brings to life.
He weaved an exquisite red-gold checkered shield around his body, trying to block this aura from the rotating red-gold ball cage as much as possible. This is almost exactly the same as the way to block the energy of the warp, and it is this similarity that makes Magnus's thoughts confused - this kind of power of darkness and destruction should not penetrate through the outer wall to the inside.
Even if it was coming directly from within the Webway, it meant that the situation was still under the Emperor's control.
He continued forward, adding more incantations in a low voice. The black mist gradually twisted into threads, staining his robe and red hair. His empty eye sockets began to bleed again, and pain penetrated into his brain along black threads. His feet kept getting caught, making it almost impossible for him to move even an inch. Every step was a huge test of his spiritual power and physical strength...
Suddenly, the Emperor's Card floating in front of him to lead the way suddenly appeared. Burned in black flames, everything happened in a gap shorter than a heartbeat, but the subsequent heavy blow like a hammer to the head had a longer-lasting impact.
Magnus became dizzy, and the direction he knew was all confused in a short period of time. He staggered a few steps and looked ahead again.
The situation in the network channel seems to have changed. Countless channels seem to have randomly reconnected, and the darkness has become denser. The light spots are identified as the faint phosphorus fire floating on the upper level of the mausoleum, and a certain sound can be vaguely heard. A kind of whisper and neigh, hovering at the edge of the range of perception...
Magnus took a breath and stroked the heavy tome hanging on his waist. He resisted the external panic and struggled to open a part of his consciousness to the darkness in front of him, hoping to re-perceive the direction of Terra.
After countless calculations, the Crimson King came up with only one law from the vast sea of calculation results.
No matter what kind of dark force, or the cruel wheel of fate itself wants to run over the human race, no matter who is the entity blocking them, and where their real disaster lies, only one person is everything The heart of the unknown storm. Emperor.
Only the Emperor knows the full extent of the struggle hidden in the dark side of the universe, and only the Emperor is powerful enough to keep the threat of Chaos away from the borders of the Imperium of Man. .
The power of the Emperor determines his absolute status.
Therefore, what they need to listen to is still the emperor's words in the end, and what they need to protect is only the emperor's safety. Just like the king on a chessboard - if you lose the Emperor, you lose everything.
So Magnus wanted to find the Emperor, meet him in person, and do everything he could for his father. This is the go-to answer for all mysteries.
Besides that—besides that, Magnus thought, he remembered that tens of thousands of Iron Warriors were still within the Webway and had not yet evacuated. Unlike the green-skinned orcs, they cannot truly become the cornerstone of the Webway. Their destination is in the steel of the real universe.
The dark road split before his eyes, splitting from one path into three, then five, seven... some extended forward, some eventually formed a loop, and all the forks in the road were constantly reorganized, Trembling and twisting uneasily under the cover of darkness.
Sometimes, some special obstacles blocked Magnus, such as the blocking and rejection of objects with high subspace content, or some suspicious traps, leading to those endless gloomy tributaries until he was lost in the depths of the Webway. Or fall straight into the cold deep space of reality and be destroyed by the universe itself...
He even passed by Vigberach again - the end and end of time, where countless souls have lost their way. A crossroad intersects and coexists, from the past, present to the future, their projections are refracted at the end of this incredible path, until the projection itself becomes their only existence, and they continue to wander in disordered stagnation and chaos.
Magnus often stopped and patiently discerned where he was going, whether he was far or near the current time and space of Terra, and whether his next step would throw him a light year away or a distance away. A hundred light years away, or step directly into the depths of the void...
At this time Magnus regretted: he should have calculated the chaos inside the webway in advance and warned his other brothers Don't come in.
The situation in the webway was much worse than he expected. The timing fragments here are definitely not something that any of them can grasp. They may go through the same period of time a hundred times, or they may be intermittently The time of arrival is treated as a continuous reality.
At a certain point, the darkness seemed to thin out, and even the borders of the Webway became transparent. Blazing blood red and gangrene-like rotting green light swirled and washed manically outside the boundary. The curtain revealed a sickly bright iridescent luster, while the nebula began to bloom with a weird blue color from the inside. Come with an evil sting and a sickening feeling.
"Hmm..." Magnus muttered to himself, wiped the left side of his face, and squinted his eyes to avoid the dangerous energy seeping from the outside.
This is undoubtedly a weak point near the outer boundary of the Webway, where the vast ocean of subspace is constantly beating against the soap bubble-like walls of the Webway. He had to change the road and walk back, groping for the direction again, until he sensed the brilliance of Tutmons Formation - that would be an excellent road sign.
"...Magnus?" A call came from near him, and Magnus had to look at the dangerous border protection layer again.
The figure squatting behind a shelter similar to a colonnade was gradually revealed, which made Magnus feel a deep surprise, as well as the worry and anxiety that followed.
"Why are you here!" Magnus shouted, "Alfaris or Omega, you are... by the way, Omega!"
He looked around, gritted his teeth and looked at Omega Get close to where you are, and observe the opponent's damaged silver-blue armor, broken spear stained with blood, and the haggard look on his face caused by being trapped for days.
"Why are you here!" Magnus asked, "It's too dangerous here, you need to get out of here... Well, I remember you do know about the Webway, you fell in once. Oops , It’s really terrible. It’s hundreds of times more dangerous than when you came here! Did you come in on your own initiative?”
Omigon waved the broken spear in his hand listlessly. , even his usual contemplation and caution were overshadowed by fatigue, as if he was as weak as after struggling in a swamp for a month.
"I was fighting," Omegon replied, "some runes were triggered, and then I fell here."
He gasped for air, a low, choked sound coming from his throat, as if these few words were enough to drain all his strength away. "How long has it been outside? No... what year is it now, Magnus?"
"The first year of the thirty-first millennium," Magnus replied quickly, looking worriedly He looked at Omegon, trying to judge his brother's physical condition from a distance. The invisible barrier behind Omegon seemed to become weaker, and the sickly light pierced the barrier structure like long needles, making people feel pain all over.
The original body, who was not as familiar with psychic powers as Magnus, was still squatting there helplessly, enduring the discomfort, and glanced at Magnus expectantly.
"Thank you, I didn't miss it for a long time," Omegon said. The chaotic energy activity attached to the slope of the protective layer behind him continued to intensify, and the claws of the inanimate suddenly cut through the barrier from time to time. Leaves burning marks.
The cursed aura has taken advantage of the void, and any slight movement may cause Omegan to fall into the void, and the original body who accidentally entered this place seems to be unaware of it.
"Don't stay there, you have to come over," Magnus said, untying the ring decoration wrapped around his right hand, re-smelting it into a long rope, and throwing it to Omega, "Come here, Omega."
Omega took a deep breath, then reached out and grabbed a section of the long rope, "Give me a hand, too, Magnus."
Magnus slowly retracted the rope. Helping Omegon escape from the edge of the dangerous curtain, the brilliant and disgusting lights scratched the wall unwillingly, devouring each other in mania and anger, and the tongues of fire chased the departing original body.
When they were close enough, Magnus stretched out his hand, trying to grab Omegon directly.
Omegon raised his head, and his broken spear thrust upward from below, burrowing into Magnus's chest like a poisonous snake.
Then it failed.
The broken spear fell into the afterimage, and the poisonous blue-green light from the spear tip drew a bright but useless short line.
Magnus did not know when he was standing to the side, and the heavy tome in his hand was smashing towards Omegon's back with all the fury of the Crimson King.
(End of this chapter)