Chapter 252 The Shadow of Valedo (Part 2)
The captain walked out of the hall and turned to the bow of the ship, followed closely by the archbishop.
They passed through the choir, entered a narrow passage, and then walked another hundred meters to a crossroads.
Then the captain went down the stairs, and the archbishop followed him down several flights of stairs until there was a huge iron door at the end of the stairs.
Then Billak nodded, and the two guards opened the door for them.
Inside the storage facility, crates and boxes are stacked high on steel racks. The vault was so plain that Pamphili frowned when he saw it.
“You are disappointed.”
“Where are those sacred prayers I just saw?”
“I believe this is enough.”< br>
The captain pointed to the container.
"Many of the items stored here are replicas. They are also respected, but not the most solemn respect. I promise that nothing ungodly will happen here."
Pangfili lowered his head, He admitted it.
“As for those unidentified objects.”
The captain continued:
“The same principle applies. Before we determine their identity and therefore their sanctity Before sex, they can only be stored here. Although this depository is undecorated, my lord, it is still sacred."
"I am satisfied, Captain, please continue."
The Captain led the Archbishop to a box at the end of the first row of shelves. It was placed on a large workbench, next to data pads, scrolls and leather Bound volume.
“I know, you have been working hard.”
“Yes, this work is very complicated, and there are many contradictions in the records, and we have not made much progress yet.”< br>
As he spoke, the captain began to open the box.
It was unlocked, but a dozen bronze clamps held it shut.
“Where did you find it?”
Pangfili asked curiously:
“Can’t this provide some clues?”
Bi Lark shook his head.
"We found it from the remains of an underground ruin. In that ruin we also saw the remains of some Astartes power armor, but we couldn't identify which order's power armor it was. They were all silver and There are no shoulder emblems...the remains were reburied, which we believe is the best courtesy to the angels."
"What are the Astartes doing there?"
Pamphili said even more. I'm curious, because before the destruction of Plantium, it had been fighting alone, and there was no record that any Adeptus Astartes came to support it until it was completely devoured by the Tyranids.
Even so, he saw a greater meaning in the growing number of coincidences.
“I don’t know.”
The captain shook his head.
"I can't guess why they were there, but anyway, this is what we found"
After saying that, he took out a shelf from it and placed it on the table , then took a step back, let Pangphili get out of the way, and let him inspect the holy object.
This is a thick ancient book. The cover is made of gorgeous precious metal, and there is a cold face on the front. The mask looked neither male nor female, staring at Ponfili with blank eyes.
He received a cold gaze, and his limbs began to tremble. The blood in his body flowed toward his heart, leaving only numbness on his skin.
The face is golden and fixed to the cover by a sturdy frame, which looks both sturdy and beautiful.
Bejeweled around its eyes and mouth, and dazzling gems lining the contours of its cheekbones, they extracted the light from the rooftop lights and refracted it into a dazzling spectrum for Pamphili to see Brilliant gold and colorful brilliance intertwined.
The face was both serene and serious, with tiny runes engraved on its forehead. Lines of runes streaked across the surface of the mask like wrinkles of time and experience, highlighting the beauty of that face.
Around the face, cryptic messages, complex patterns and chants are written in twisted handwriting.
This ancient book held the archbishop's full attention, and his eyes jumped from one detail to another. Every detail was perfect, and together they created an existence beyond perfection.
Pangfili felt as if he was shocked, and the beauty in front of him was even painful, but his eyes were still wide open, as if he were watching a kaleidoscope, from one person's face to another. face, and then another.
He felt that he could spend his whole life looking at every face represented by the mask, and even then he would not be able to see them all.
"This..."
Pangfili cleared his throat, unable to look away.
"This is amazing!"
"Indeed, this is a great masterpiece, and once we have determined its origin, we can safely display it."
The archbishop admired it with rapt attention. The beauty of ancient books was the only thing in his mind.
"Gazing at this miracle is like feeling the gaze of an emperor, which can only be copied from the face of an angel or a saint."
This is not said because of the sacred object. Holiness, but the idea that the ancient book itself gave the Archbishop.
The runes on that face held so much magic, and the light shone so brightly on the gems, that no mortal face could match it.
It is destined to be admired, as if a pair of living eyes looked out from behind the mask, calling believers to immerse themselves in the ecstasy of faith.
The Archbishop felt a twinge of nervousness as the ability to see the mask with a rational eye was slipping from him, but then awe flooded his mind.
“I think so too, the person who made this face for the saint must be special, but until we know which saint it is, I have to leave it here, this is what I have to do Responsibility.”
“Indeed.”
Pangphili reluctantly replied that he really didn't want Bilak to put away the ancient book in front of him.
He stared at the relic until the lid was closed, and moved the perfect face out of his sight. He felt the pain of having something important stolen.
No, it's worse than that, it's a form of bereavement.
When the captain took him out of the vault, the Archbishop looked normal, but his mind was in turmoil.
He found what he had been looking for. The value of that holy book was much greater than all the other relics on the ship combined. Such holy relics must be displayed in the most magnificent cathedral.
When he thought about the inflammatory influence that the Holy Scriptures would have on citizens' beliefs, the heaviness in his body disappeared, and now he even wanted to dance with excitement. This was an event that would surely bring as much intensity as fire to Valedo. The gift of faith.
He had to find a way to make this happen, it must be the Emperor's will.
Otherwise, why would fate allow me to see such a relic?
The reflection of gold and the light of gems reflected in Pamphili's mind, until he returned to his bedroom, the memory of the perfect face still tormented him, calling him, and he vowed to answer its call .
(End of this chapter)