Chapter 488 Thousand Sons
“The Great Library will be burned.”
Ahriman walked forward, every step he took was light and careful, falling on the heartbeat of all of them. Among the ancient drum beats, it was like a light feather caressing the sedge, tumbling in the hot air waves. He raised his eyes through the goggles of his helmet, and the Tizca Great Library was already bursting with tongues of flame like lotus petals in the light of the runes.
He blinked slowly and gently, and threw the manuscript paper used for calculation in his hand into the burning large library. He watched thousands of pictographic patterns burn into dry soot, and the flames moved upward. Channeling, sending out a scattering of sparks.
"Do you know what you are talking about, Azak? I don't want to stop you. You are Magnus's most trusted student, but you must have a reason."
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Amon's voice surged up from his memory, in circles, like climbing up the long steps of the tower of his memories, finding his will at the top of the tower of thinking. The Primarch's squire was much gentler in private than he was in council, no longer the verbal representative of the vast army garrisoned at Prospero, but just another Sun of the Thousand Dusts.
A cluster of fire burned at the end of Ahriman's robe. It was a lens between the entity and the non-entity, reflecting his place into the back of the world, imprinting the image of the world in places that did not belong to humans. A solidified and broken place.
After the ceremony is completed, the traces of the Tizka Great Library will disappear from the real universe and be transformed into a creation that exists forever beyond the dream sea, or a pyre that burns long and lonely deep in the subspace. at.
“We have preserved the crystallization of our wisdom and the most noble palace from the hands of the Luna Wolves. For many years, the status of the Great Library has even been higher than that of the Primarch’s own pyramid. Look at the top floor, the sky above The golden sun supported by magic is the symbol of the Legion. "
"I know, Amon, because it is important, the location must be here. It will be the spirit of the dead. It is the guiding lighthouse of Sah, and there must be something to play this role
"Amon, you know that we are about to leave, from our old place, to move far away among the stars... But when the souls of our dead return here, we will find that the place where Prospero should be is already empty. Should the resting souls know where we have gone... We will leave with most of the traces of their souls."
Ahriman stepped back and let the fire burn the Great Library. Remain in its proper place. Gradually, the physical structure of the Great Library became blurred, while its shadow on the backside of the world, etched out by powerful psychic waves, became increasingly clear and solid.
At the top of the Great Library, the light wheel they used to simulate stars lit up again. The light that was originally scattered evenly around the world condensed into thin golden lines, penetrating the thin layer of subspace. The fog is like a fine needle piercing the ocean.
A stinging cold touch poured down, pricking him or their connected thoughts, causing a squeezing dizziness. Above him, the spiritual layer used to resist the attention of the Dark Throne was slowly falling into burned fragments. Each fragment was part of their life essence.
Ahriman felt many words swirling in his mind. The faces of his brothers flashed in front of him, and the reluctance in their eyes was lit by the cold spiritual fire. He hoped that these brothers would wait a little longer, or rather, let them stay a little longer.
"I believe you, Azak." He remembered a sigh, "Then do it. This is not the first time that the Sun of Thousand Dusts has burned down a library... Is this ritual also engraved in the Book of the Original Body? What's its name?"
"It's not all my father's work. I'll be honest with you. This is an unfinished spell, a ritual that has not yet begun."
"That's it. It's like I have never heard of the return of the spirit body of the dead," Amon said meaningfully.
"No...not a real return," Ahriman felt a trembling feeling of confusion in his heart, and he carefully suppressed it, "That is impossible. There will never be a return to life. There may be magical powers, but I don't believe in those witchcraft. I imagine..."
"Words have power, Magnus said to us that every sound is important. . Don’t tell me what it is.”
"No one is listening, Amon."
"I am listening, don't give me hope."
Ahriman closed his eyes from the memory and opened them in reality. The cold wind surged up from the burnt ashes of the Great Library, crushing the hearts of the Suns of Thousand Dusts. Part of them disappeared with the burial of the Great Library, and the dust rose with the wind. Covering his faceplate, it fell like snow into the indentations of his blank cheeks.
He took a breath, continued to maintain the internal links in the Sun of Thousand Dusts, and allowed the Great Library to completely fall into the subspace, flashing like a torch in another void. All this happened just like every formula in his calculations. He made no mistakes, and he could only believe that he had not made any mistakes.
+Smooth. + He spoke in the language of the soul, and the leaders of the various schools of thought responded to him one by one.
In order to prepare for the subsequent large-scale ceremony, they stepped up their defenses and ensured that there would be no interference from the Luna Wolves within a certain period of time.
As they dive into the Warp, they will be accompanied by the invaders still on the planet's surface, including the imprisoned Sejanus. It was extra difficult to separate the Luna Wolves alone, and after discussion, they determined that it was not necessary.
The next ceremony will continue the aftermath of the destruction of the Great Library and will be carried out as quickly as possible. With every second of delay, their protection against the Dark Throne will further collapse, and frightening dangers are pressing down on their heads little by little, as well as the interference of the unknown slaves of transformation who do not know whether they have left or not.
Time extends infinitely in the universe, but it is not owned by them.
Vhistaka's eyes looked at him through the drooping flag, Tubek's hand was wrapped with bright fire, and Hathormat's raised robe crossed the fire and was on him Casting tiny, jumping black shadows... there are also many suns of thousands of dust, many inconspicuous particles of dust, flying around his body. They look at each other, protect each other, and occupy each other.
Ahriman's throat felt a little thirsty, his heart was heavy, and he suppressed the words he wanted to say.
+We are also ready. + The low voices were engraved on the life of Azak Ahriman. They whispered one after another. Compared with this huge power, he was fragile. Even if he was the chief, he could be completely destroyed at any time.
Compared with the will of the entire legion, he is just a mortal shadow. He was not Magnus, not the Emperor of Mankind, not any great transcendent being, he was just Azak Ahriman.
There is no turning back.
The staff in Ahriman's hand became heavier and heavier, and his mind was throbbing with pain. Tens of thousands of minds were commanded by him. He closed his eyes stiffly and urged his mind to imprint the prepared talisman on the surface of the world. His eyes seemed to burn hot behind his eyelids.
A long, sharp neighing sounded in Azak Ahriman's ears. This neighing gradually expanded and lengthened into a continuous flute sound. The flute sound carried a thousand chants one after another, and all their broken sentences and words were Belong to him, and he to them.
The sound of the flute is still expanding, rolling into a hot river of fire, mixed with too many sparkling shards.
The port in the old city of Tizka, the waves splash and create crispy and sweet white foam, the sunshine from the Sanctuary Mountain spreads on the silver wings of the birds, the sparkling Sesosteli The canal rolled through the Palatine City, and the Skemis Hills fell into the deep pit left by the shattering of the Secret Eye Square. The flames of their souls reluctantly licked everything they had built with their own hands, even the Great Pyramid of Tizca, in their minds. It echoed, leaving a long and curved echo.
All the fragments shine at their most dazzling moment, melted into a collection of consciousness like an active volcano. The vortex of the soul continues to spread, and circles of invisible wisdom spin out red ripples on the surface of the planet, which are both a raging storm and a solid shield.
+It’s time to go,+ Ahriman told them. +Let's go. +
The drumbeat of the heart beats against the long ringing in the ears, trembling and oscillating completely, dragging the unified soul upward. The river of fire overturned the sky and earth, one wave after another pushing higher and higher, covering the earth, surging through trees and pyramids, impacting the atmosphere of the planet in a harbinger of destruction, and reaching the vast starry sky in the distance.
In an instant, the violent power weaved a secret web that enveloped the world. The "card" of the Thousand Dust Sun was dismantled into ten million tough threads, and the "name" was broken into countless pieces. With strokes and syllables, ten thousand minds suddenly burned into a blazing rage under the dark sky filled with haze. Ten thousand tongues of fire that hoped to explore violently tore at the dark shadows condensed in the sky, and then gathered into a wave of power. The hurricane, surrounding the eye of the hurricane, Azhak Ahriman, is surging throughout the world. They are ready.
Azhak Ahriman thought about saying something, but words were no longer necessary. They were one, no longer individuals, no longer existing or not, their imprints were forged into a new heart, and the ocean would give way to them.
Get out of the way.
He raised his staff and extended his hand forward.
The star map emerged in their will, and the locations of the stars corresponded one by one with their names and locations on the map. There were more countless broken star dust and sentient beings. Emotions condensed brilliantly into various star points, illuminating their path forward.
They need a channel.
In the depths of this vast sea of stars, they saw a distant star, a dim star field projected in subspace... Even though there was still a crisis there, there was still a lurking shadow wreaking havoc on the edge of time. Peeping and watching... it seems far and near, as if there is something but not at all.
No, maybe there is a trap, maybe they will face the next war. Perhaps war and dust are their destiny, but there will never be another battle with the Luna Wolves. He will no longer be alone and die in the dust with the Iron Warriors.
You will give in.
The vast red power roared, and the fierce anger ignited by thousands of thoughts burned through the ocean instantly. This was not a single will, nor was it scattered debris. Everyone is together, looking forward to their future. What is burned is life and will, energy and essence. Burning to the last fragment, what can be turned into the last wisp of dust remaining in the fire is theirs. hope.
The power of the Sun of Thousand Dusts surges forward, cheering and roaring as it rushes into the sticky and filthy invisible world, forcing the sea of souls to retreat to both sides at the back of heaven and earth. Gradually, the vast ocean was burned dry, and a wide and dustless void was opened up.
Prospero sank into the warp, and in the empty nothingness left in the vast ocean, he moved forward... forward, to the deepest point.
The planet rolled over the two-divided ocean, and the fireworks flowed from the surface into condensed lava, which dried up in the ocean, leaving an infinitely long trail. They sang, sailing the planet-based ark, leaving the ocean behind. This is all they have, and they won't throw away any of it.
The existence of the Great Tizka Library sunk in darkness still remains in place, echoing the planet they have in reality. Only a Prospero, only a Prospero who has already etched the Great Tizca in his soul, can feel the connection between these two places. No matter where they were, Tizca's sun was still with them.
Gradually, they came to reality. How long had passed during this voyage? There is no time, no space, everything exists in a non-existent moment, it seems that nothing is lost, and it seems that no cost is worth mentioning. They've done a great job, this is where they're going, and wherever they are, they're still where they came from.
They raised their heads again and stretched out their hands towards the vast ocean, and the ocean flowed back to its original place. Some of the ships chasing them, the tangible traces, and the evil spirits native to the vast ocean were all there. It was crushed in the returning ocean. They handled it cleanly. The enemy is nothing but dust.
A new starry sky has accepted them... The gravity of the orbit still needs to be adjusted, but the relationship between the stars has been solved in the initial calculation. In the future, adjustments will be needed year after year, but the empire's technology That was enough to take care of this little thing... The next task was to talk to the Interexians, and the Iron Warriors promised that, just waiting for them to recover from their voyage.
Ahriman, holding his scepter, knelt on the ground. His skin prickled and he was confused. He was back within himself, but the world was still spinning. Did they succeed? Success... His heart started beating again, and the blood in his body resumed flowing, even slightly colder than before. There was a sharp pain in his veins.
Their thoughts separated quietly, without much obstruction, and the entangled threads swung away easily, as if the tight connection between them suddenly disappeared...or, it was no longer enough to support the previously huge connection network.
He heard the sound of falling to the ground. Not far away, a soldier fell. He fell lightly and quickly, as if it was just an empty metal shell.
Azhak Ahriman's breath stopped.
He opened his eyes, and the ashes were falling all over the sky, like heavy snow, and the vast white land covered Prospero cleanly.
He was stunned for a moment, and then fell into silence.
"Yes," Azak Ahriman said, even though no one asked him whether their exit from the valley was a success.
He paused and spoke again: "No." Even though no one asked him whether this was the ending he sought and whether his plan came to an end.
It’s not time to rest yet. Never.
He paused for a while, waiting for his consciousness to clear up again, and then took stock of the remaining will on the planet. The only voice inside him was breathing itself.
Ahriman...Some voices called him, Ahriman, his name was sung and remembered by Prospero, the last sigh of countless wills was his name, Ahriman... He felt their last words, listened to their voices, their gasps, screams, songs, whispers...Ahriman...
He burned them, yes he did, for Prospero, for their home, for their will, for the Sun of Thousand Dusts, for Magnus, for the Tizcans, for all that is worth cherishing , that's everything...
He counted them one by one, and his counting gradually stopped, too fast. He would rather count for a while, but he had already counted to the last person. The sound has disappeared. it's over. There was only dust and embers all over the sky, and it was snowing all over Prospero.
So, Magnus has a thousand children left.
Thousand Sons.
Thousand Sons.
Thousand Sons.
So Azhak Ahriman did the only thing he could do.
Amid the ashes, he stood up.
(End of this chapter)