Chapter 779 Archangel’s Prophecy
“——The future will usher in a dark era. Humanity will fall into decline, the light of the stars will gradually fade away, and the last bit of hope will be ruthlessly taken away by reality. I dreamed I stand in a black desert, the ground is dotted with diamonds. In this dream, a powerful hunger spreads across time and space. It is more terrifying than the hunger that plagues my children. It rises from the east of the night sky Appeared, shuttled through the sky that I was unfamiliar with, and swallowed Baal. Before Baal was swallowed, a bright light flashed and escaped from the shadow. The hunger quickly dispersed after enjoying my hometown. Baal's bloodline, this invisible hunger turned into a giant dragon that swallowed the stars, until the last light of those stars turned into diamonds in the desert. As the last star was swallowed up, the traitor's The hellish eight-pointed star burned up from the western sky, burning in the pitch-black void, and then even it dimmed, leaving me alone standing in the darkness."
The dark prophecy carried a strong sense of oppression, and even Soshiyang's breathing became heavy involuntarily.
“——The shadows twisted and dissipated in all directions. The illusion lost its metaphorical disguise. The scene I saw may be the real scene in the future. I saw my father, broken and scarred, Although he already looked like a rotting corpse, I knew it was him. I felt his will, but I did not perceive the existence of consciousness. There was only a cold force that could destroy my sleeping consciousness at any time. My zombie-like father is trapped in a machine that feeds his soul by draining the essence of others. I don't know if I should write this down, even if it's just a personal journal. , if he doesn't know this fate yet, then he can never know this, or does he already know this? And if so, he has to choose between the complete destruction of mankind and his own immortality? If so, I will respect my father even more."
"——The Warmaster's artillery fire is hitting the walls of the palace. Perhaps at the moment, this sad reality is the best outcome we can hope for. Maybe this is the future I must win with death. In the illusion, the hunger was heading towards my father. The puppets of the dark gods fought with this hunger for the pleasure of killing him. On the throne In front of me stood a golden warrior, surrounded by my father's custodians and other heroes. Although these heroes had many achievements in battle, they could not compare with the heroes of our time. They fought there and fell there. At the end of this vision, the devourer of flesh and the devourer of souls approached our Lord and Creator. Despair became everything, there was nothing but despair, and yet before I woke up, I felt something else , I felt the fluctuations of the warp and the existence of my father. His mind became brand new and everything would be fine, just as I was destined to be. I saw my brother, my lost brother, who The father who protected us may or may not be him. I can’t even write his name in my private diary. Maybe this illusion is false. I pray that the future is changeable, just as I have seen in the past. But the only thing that remains unchanged is that moment when I have to face my own reckoning, which I cannot escape.”
Hearing this, Soshyan was already a little restless, but he didn't show it, even though his heart was already turbulent.
“——I don’t know who this golden warrior is. He looks very similar to my messenger. I also saw my face painted on his mask, but he is not me. He I am not familiar with the armor on his body. I only know that he is one of my descendants. Although I don’t know whether his sacrifice will have any effect, I only know one thing. He is a noble warrior, better than him. Purer than any man of that time, he meant that my service to the Emperor was not in vain, that my inevitable death was not in vain. But my lost brother, left me doubting that his Surrounded by conspiracies and shadows, although I can no longer remember every detail of my past with him, I am convinced that he is the wisest and calmest among my many brothers. His appearance must symbolize something that has been planned for a long time. Perhaps this It's related to the Seal, but I can't be sure. They are very close, and there are too many secrets about the Seal, some of which involve some of the oldest dark beings in the galaxy. I can only hope that his appearance symbolizes redemption. Rather than a more terrifying conspiracy"
This recording ended, Dante leaned on the back of the chair, and the ancient wooden chair made a slight sound as his center of gravity changed.
He looked at Soshyan with a faint smile on his face, but the mask still showed the roaring expression of Sanguinius.
Feeling a little embarrassed by the other party, Soshiyang coughed lightly and said:
"Venerable Dante, you seem a little troubled?"
Dante smiled and shook his head, placing
his hand on the scroll, as if to pass the meeting with Sanguinius. words to gain comfort from physical contact.
"Who can not be worried? The Milky Way is burning. I have been commanding the battle group for more than a thousand years.
I have fought as a company commander for three hundred years, and before that I served as a company commander. Two hundred years of service as sergeant and private."
He looked at Soshyan's slightly evasive eyes.
“From the aggressive greenskins to the endless bureaucracy,
I have fought every enemy of humanity.”
“And you will They were all defeated. You are the greatest hero of the empire. No one has achieved such outstanding achievements as you. "I am just a product of probability. There is nothing special about me." >
Dante sighed softly, intertwining the fingers of his hands and placing them on his chest.
“People always say that the Astartes are immortal, but few live long enough to test this theory. When I saw the wrinkles on my face, I began to understand why. It's over. I'm not immortal. I'm old. I'm always curious about how long I have left. What keeps me alive until now is not my fighting skills or leadership, but luck, Soshyan, Do you know that there are thousands of Sanguinius bloodlines, and there will always be one person who lives to this age, and that person just happens to be me."
As he said this, the legendary chapter leader said. He took off his helmet.
When he saw the wrinkled face and the white hair, Soshyan was also shocked. For the first time, he realized that time would really leave its mark on Astartes. Traces——
He hesitated for a moment, and then said:
"Honorable Sir, the so-called probability is too mysterious. In my opinion, you are the embodiment of will and strength, which will not change due to age."
< br>"Young man, forgive me for calling you this, but I am not a living saint."
Dante waved his hand.
"Do you know why I am telling you this? No one from another Chapter has ever been able to see the Primarch's manuscript with their own eyes, and even few within our Chapter have had a glimpse of it."
Soshyan had the answer, but he didn't dare to say it, even though the other party would also say it.
His silence seemed to be an answer. Dante smiled, dipped his finger in the water glass on the table, and then wrote two numbers on the table.
"Lost cousin, which side are you on?"
Looking at the two numbers 11 and 2 on the table, Soshiyang was speechless for a moment——
(End of this chapter )