Chapter 482 The Lord of Mankind
The son of a bitch, the Word Bearer.
Ctesias heard a voice say.
Is this someone among the thousand elites of the Fifteenth Legion who usually pretends to be polite, cursing in his heart, or is it the dissatisfaction of some mortal captain, helmsman, calculator or operator? He has no time. discernment, and have no intention of exploring further unless necessary.
Ctesias let the runes swirl in his hands and dip into the vast waves. His runes extend in the ocean of souls, looking for names and patterns hidden in the waves, capturing those spiritual sensibilities and thoughts. The rainbow light of emerald and forged metal danced on his staff, reflecting a manic and dangerous aura.
He decided to think that those words were Battusa Narek, the traitor to the Word Bearers who had made a clean break with his past. That man had just descended to the hangar and launched a gunship to help defend against the Word Bearers' surveillance and hunting of them. .
When Narek appeared at the Round Table in the Thousand Dust Sun, he was almost escorted there, and a thousand warriors knew about Prospero's burning. Narek was greeted with silence, while some of the squires who heard the news began to weep.
Ctesias pushed the staff, and the aura brought by his power gradually expanded, integrated into the entire outer psychic shield that protected the Wan Zhang Ray, and continued to expand outward, like a needle Puncture an inflated balloon without bursting it.
Subsequently, a sinister spiritual fire burst out from the tip of the needle, containing murderous intent that was naturally bred and born in the toxic environment of the vast ocean. A series of invisible fires focused into a beam of blazing light. Before the traces it left in the real universe were noticed by the Word Bearers fleet, it swept away the names of the red-armored warriors in the void space. This also means Their existence was torn to pieces and plundered.
Red-armored warrior - blood-red armor, the color of dried blood. Ctesias added to himself that the red armor he himself wore was brighter, covered with a hazy mist or halo derived from the radiance of the warp. When he performs the technique, when these mist-like threads appear, others will know that this is not the time to touch him again.
It would take some time for the consequences of his attack to become apparent, and the damage he had done was not directed at the steel structure of the real universe. But the ship still shattered quickly enough: it crashed into another nearby speed attack craft, and a large number of sparks erupted during the collision. The remains of some deceased people began to float out of the cracks in the spacecraft. From a distance, only a few tiny particles could be seen. dust.
+The beacon grew brighter,+the voices of his brothers told him, reminding him of the deeds of Ahriman. Ctesias took a breath and replied: + Go to the captain, not to me. +
The Glory Queen-class ship shook, and the outer void shield array neighed miserably under the extreme anti-strike saturation state. A burst of bright red blood flashed in front of Ctesias' eyes.
+Law of Faith! + A series of echoes echoed in the ship of Thousand Dust Sun, and the surrounding psychic environment also experienced obvious changes.
Ctesias's affinity for the warp is rapidly fading, and the power he gained with the name trick is being taken away again, turning into a cold and terrifying roaring power like fire.
Lorgar Aurelion, and his sorcery.
Witchcraft. Ctesias repeated that his armor was warning him of an overuse of his psychic powers - this should not be the case, and was undoubtedly caused by the Word Bearers' sorcery.
According to Narek, they internally call it "Emperor's Divine Art", but the Suns of Thousand Dusts can see at a glance that there is no doubt that it violates the Holy Code of Nicaea. Witchcraft.
...Except that Lorgar truly believed that it was a magic gift given by the emperor, and the thing on the throne now probably really gave him a magic trick.
The Word Bearers sullied their own existence in formlessness and ignorance, dedicating their name and faith to another nameless power; mentioned by Magnus the Red at the Council of Nicaea Countless times unable to pay homage to any higher invisible god, Aurelion either listened to nothing or scorned a word.
Thinking of this, Ctesias found himself despising a Primarch, even if he was only an Astartes.
But this does not prevent them from defeating Aurelion who came to hunt them down personally.
+How far is it from the beacon? How far is it from Ahriman's Webway Gate? +
+Come now. +A thought was sent to their psychic network, instantly occupying the core position of the network. They involuntarily handed over that part of their leadership to Azak Ahriman.
The chief think tank remained silent after giving his only instruction, and the spiritual flames of the Sun of Thousand Dusts began to swirl and surge in the same direction, burning a large amount of invisible will and desolate primitives. Power, until this hot blazing flame gradually swirls in the opposite direction of an emerging black vortex.
Ctesias's skin began to tingle, and he supported the platform beside him with both hands, and his staff was clasped on the side of the platform to support his dizzy body. Sweat fell into his eyes. The Word Bearers' attacks increased, perhaps half the fleet behind them, hunting their cousins with ecstatic terror.
+Hurry up. +He said something powerful.
The dark vortex and the scorching flame began to intersect, and the two twisted powerful forces collided to create interfering ripples. Like the scorching sun reflected on the black water, the waves sparkled, and a new image began to flash, unknown. Why, Ctesias seemed to be able to see the flashing shadows of Prospero from the power guided by Ahriman, those light and bright colors... He paused, as if he understood something.
Different forces are still canceling each other out, and the spiritual energy of the Suns of Thousand Dusts gradually gains the upper hand, and the red fire surges forward, breaking through the barrier of darkness.
The flow of light.
A shining invisible path...
Suddenly, a brand new weak force summoned their existence, and the space lost meaning under the flow of light. They seemed to suddenly fall into a phosphorescent long beast. Within the body, like a stone, it kept falling into the depths of the light, until the wake of the Wan Zhang Ray of Light stretched into a barbed needle, nailing from the front to the back of reality...
They fell, fell, until a while A miraculous vibration suddenly caught them.
Right in front of Ctesias, two afterimages intertwined, two contradictory yet unified things overlapping each other. On one side is the shadow of the throne, and the dim light of the electric candles reflects a dull and huge cold large machine with pipelines as half of the support body. There are some incomprehensible things supported in it, attached to the body like a living corpse. Existentially, but far darker than that.
The image on the other side was superimposed on the shadow of the throne, and gradually became stronger, fiercely occupying the perception in front of Ctesias. It is far beyond the constraints of physical existence in the throne room, and even beyond time and space itself. It is above the world and was born from the ancient vicissitudes of time that has never begun...
Ripples layer upon layer. The air was suddenly filled with another transparent and even fresh smell, even with the unique earthy smell when the evening wind swept through the grass after rain. Some thin sounds rustled in their ears, which came from the bushes. The whirling sound of primitive small animals...
A river with human beings living on its banks. The rolling wheat fields bring a burst of fragrance of crops. The voices of people in the village follow each other from the houses, and some whistles. The sound lasted as long as the evening wind... The canoe passed by the river, and the silver fish bounced twitchingly in the basket...
Sitting on the shore was a boy playing in the water, with a darker complexion. The black hair is half long and messy, with a shell necklace hanging on it, and the clothes are simple and rough in texture. He held something like a sphere in his hand and sat there without saying a word. The water rushed past his legs, and the water shone with the light of the setting sun.
Ctesias looked down at himself. He was still wearing his armor, and blood stains caused by excessive use of psychic energy flowed from the gaps in the armor. Otherwise, he was alone. "Who are you?" A powerful thought appeared, and its appearance caused time to tighten. This thought directly broke into Ctesias's mind. He fell to his knees, and countless too bright words exploded in his mind. blip.
Then, time relaxed, Ctesias struggled to his feet, and finally he just knelt on one knee.
At some point, the boy was already standing beside him. He held a skull in his hand and stared at him mercilessly. Water dripped from the wet hem of his clothes.
"Who are you?" The boy asked again. This sentence hammered Ctesias's heart, but it was no longer as painful as the first time.
"I am a warrior of the Emperor," Ctesias replied, the staff slipping from his hand and he managed to hold on to it, "under the command of Brother Azak Ahriman, for our "The father is dead."
Why did he say the last half of the sentence in that tone, Ctesias thought, with a rusty taste of hatred in his throat, why? Because he already knows who this is...
He exhaled and looked into the boy's dark eyes with a slight trembling. The moment became long and silent.
"Who are you?" Ctesias asked.
The boy's eyes became distant. He looked down at the skull he was holding, looking very confused.
"My father also just passed away," the boy said, stroking the skull with his rough fingers, then holding it up and placing it against the side of his cheek, as if he wanted to listen to any sound the skull could make. He tilted his head: "My uncle attacked him, and I don't understand why he did that."
Ctesias shook his head: "Wealth, or power."
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"Is it worth him killing my father?" the boy asked thoughtfully.
"I can't answer," Ctesias searched for a qualified title for a while, but his attempt failed. "But you can't stay here forever. There are many things waiting for you outside."
"I know." The boy raised his head and said, but it gave Ctesias a condescending illusion. He cradled the skull in his arms again and stood up straight.
“Do you remember who you are?”
“I don’t remember,” the boy put his hand on his own heart, feeling the beat there, “but there are a thousand people And at the same time talking me out, telling me I'm a leader...what kind of leader am I?"
"Humans." Ctesias replied tremblingly, and as he gave the answer, a startling panic burned through his body. Can't worship any higher invisible gods...but what is he doing?
The boy touched his cheek with the hand that had just felt his heartbeat, exploring the contours of his face. Soon Ctesias knew that what he was feeling was the shape of his skull.
"But you are not human," the boy withdrew his hand in confusion, "neither of you are."
Somehow this sentence made Ctesias' consciousness feel a slight pain, and he was speechless. The irony rose unwillingly from the edge of his consciousness. "Maybe." He said, "We don't ask for your guidance anymore, but humans are waiting for you. This is a wish."
"The sorcerer whose name is - also said the same," the boy Meditating, an astonishingly unique name came out of his mouth, a series of prayers or ancient mystical syllables, a name that was different from "Azhak Ahriman" but without any ambiguity about the object of reference, a... real True names of chains and bonds, flames and tides.
The boy didn't know what unexpected thing he had done. He looked at Ctesias' surprise and blinked.
"But how do I get out of here?" The boy then asked, "I only have this village, I only know this place."
This stumped Ctesias, whose knowledge There are countless possible related methods combined in it, but none of them are completely applicable - there is no piece of knowledge that tells him how to bring one... What is this? A fragment of the Lord of Mankind or a reborn creature? How to lead an invisible god who has lost his memory to get out of the end of time?
The boy saw his distress, and a smile gradually formed on his face. A normal, childish smile. He thought, and gave his forehead a soothing tap, like the touch of a feather.
“Take this, then,” said the boy, taking off the shell he had used to decorate his father’s skull and handing it to Ctesias, “I will hear your voices, just as I can hear the The sound of the river flowing is both beautiful and sad.”
He said with a smile, and Ctesias suddenly realized that the river was a long river of dead souls. His expression tightened on his own face, and Prospero's wind passed through his soul again.
"But I only have one shell," the boy continued, "There are a thousand of you. Which of you likes shells the most?"
He paused, "Who can afford to listen to me? Sound torture?"
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"He saw a lot of scenes, I think, and we were all surprised when we found out he decided to create a batch of inhuman things... I was surprised that he would change, and Erda was very suspicious of whether he knew the consequences of his actions...Who did he see behind the door? We have no answer, and he doesn't know either..."
Orr Persson still told the story that he thought he had forgotten long ago. John Grammaticus had a knack for persuasion. Every syllable made him feel bitter, as if every word he wrote grew into a monument of sin after falling to the ground, engraved with ominous omens.
“At that time, I remembered the letter that Remus once sent me - sent on his behalf. That letter once wrote about his doubts about subspace and his past naivety. Sigh, and the time we spent together. I held the letter, and I didn’t understand why he chose to believe the whisper in the door again. He clearly knew the danger there... and I also thought, Is Remus still alive? I have never seen him again..."
(End of Chapter)