Chapter 788 The Scarlet King
“I saw clusters of stars.”
The lone-eyed giant sitting on the throne overlooked the distance, and the Milky Way seemed to contain thousands of worlds. in the eyes.
“The stars held hands hand in hand, following the repeated orbits and laws, dancing gracefully in the sky and earth paved by the Milky Way. I also saw the crown surrounding the celestial sphere, and the nebulae that came in like a tide drowned me. , the calm tide turned into turbulent waves in the great sea, and I swam against the waves, swallowing the nebulae, until the dream quietly left me. "
The hall of the lone-eyed giant is endless, just like that. His words are as varied as his words.
The electric light spirals surrounding him were intertwined, turning into thick books and wildly changing thunder cages, dragging all living beings in the world in front of him. In the colorful lanterns in the distance, there were jumping programs and knowledge, which looked like belonging to The flat tones of some gorgeous hymn.
Tubek looked past the dazzling light and the rows of red-lettered warriors standing solemnly. He waved the crooked staff in his hand to push aside the huge soldiers blocking the way, eager to step forward to see his lord.
"Give way, give way."
The lone-eyed giant is the Scarlet King - Magnus the Red, the demon primarch who leads the fifteen legions, thousands of The Lord of Prophecy for His Sons.
“Darkness drives transformation.”
Magnus continued to chant.
"Darkness, confusion and fear, the lack and lack of understanding of things, are all endless catalysts."
As the chanting grew louder, Magnus' His body swelled and lifted up, and his majestic torso transcended the thundering black clouds. Even the most powerful wizards under his command were staggered by the overwhelming energy and involuntarily reached out to cover their eyes.
“When humans first looked away from the soil and turned their eyes to the sky and the universe, what did they see? All they saw was madness! What else could they use? What words could they use to describe their feelings? What else could they think of as the sun, their scorching god, sank into the horizon? They thought that the Lord of Light had abandoned them, betrayed them forever! , life has come to an end, and the light has been extinguished! But when the dusk was completely swallowed up by the night, the eyes of our ancestors reflected the boundless sea of stars covering the night sky. When such a magnificent and majestic scene fell into their hearts, they would again What do they think? How should they interpret the bright full moon? "
Magnus laughed loudly with a smile. The bright light leaned into the throne.
He gradually shrank in size until he was almost the same size as the Astartes subordinates beneath him.
“They asked questions and searched for answers. They must have felt the hunger and thirst that always exists in the hearts of you and me - the hunger for knowledge, as far back as those years, and even further forward, human beings must feel it. The faith waiting to emerge on the road ahead, even though it was so rough at the time - they understand, and you and I understand, just as we have always understood that you and I are not cowering in the dust, fascinated by the greatness of the world. , Fools who worship them! We are the conquerors and rulers! We are destined to understand everything, take off the shackles of ignorance, and bathe in the warm sun of cause and effect. This is our destiny and destiny. , only by rejecting it can it be called betrayal."
The wizards nodded in agreement.
“I have traveled across the great sea and crossed the sky and stars as many times as the sands of the vast sea. Just because of my innate talent and because I have completed the instructions given to us. I Being exiled, countless years and centuries flew by, and I finally understood the guilt that belonged to me back then - it was not a shameful betrayal, it was not exposure to forbidden knowledge, none of this was my fault. ! False humility, lack of ambition, suppression and obliteration of my own heart, these are my problems! I don’t need to feel ashamed, and neither do you.”
The body of the lonely giant begins again. As he ascended, the skin all over his body became increasingly crimson, filled with the power of transformation.
"We will never apologize for our own existence again!!!"
The words turned into a roar full of rising rhymes, and the sound waves impacted the wizards standing around in the hall, forcing them to He clenched the ax handle in his hand to support himself.
Then, the sound wave that continued to advance crashed into the neatly lined up red letter warriors, shaking them staggering.
"We are the beginning!!!" As the melody reached its climax, the entire throne room turned into a whirlpool of colors.
Tubek struggled to maintain the integrity of his spiritual body and resist the violent thunder extending in all directions.
At this moment, he was blind and unable to stand up. He could only squeeze the crooked stick in his hand like a life-saving straw.
As always, this imminent threat often brings back an old and cliched memory - the simple training he experienced before becoming an Astartes, thousands of years ago during the Great Crusade. They call them 'enumerations' - they're just simple psychic tricks, a tool used to gauge the limits of human potential.
Magnus gave them the answer-human beings must plunge into the highest heaven and soak their limbs and bones with its serous fluid, otherwise they will be swallowed up by their own ignorance.
Tubek murmured the ancient incantation, the incantation he had learned when he was a young acolyte on Tizka - the incantation that allowed his soul to emerge from the physical body. Words to break free.
After a few breaths, the lone-eyed giant sat down again, and the wizards with swaying candlelight gradually calmed down and rebuilt their psychic bodies.
The Scarlet Letter warriors retreated unconsciously, quietly picking up the bolters that fell into the dust, as if nothing had happened.
The wizards had long been accustomed to the Red Devil's impassioned speeches, and immediately resumed their interrupted discussion.
Magnus was more than happy to argue with his men who wouldn't argue.
Seeing the opportunity coming, Tubek pushed towards the towering throne. For the first time since he entered the hall, he could clearly see Magnus’s face——
The appearance he presented to everyone was somewhat human-like, but why did he choose this face?
Nostalgia or ridicule?
The laws of physics and even all the laws in the material universe cannot restrain such a powerful demon. Although Magnus can transform his appearance at will, he still chose this image-the warrior scarlet skin bag The muscles underneath were bulging, and he was covered in gilded armor from top to bottom. It was obvious that he had no intention of hiding anything.
Magnus is not ashamed of his ever-changing nature, nor does he intend to hide the impact of the great sea on himself: a pair of broad wings glowing with rainbow light shines behind him, hanging The pendants made of lapis lazuli and coral are so psychedelic and intense that no mortal can look directly at them.
A pair of powerful sharp claws are attached to the ends of his thick legs, and a pair of spectacular and huge sharp horns grow on his wild and noble one-eyed head. No matter what the Emperor has done to Magnus's future, What kind of plan has now become a thing of the past.
Magnus was majestic and magnificent, with wisdom and light lingering around him, like a god.
"My lord!"
Tubek shouted, he squeezed past the last row of scarlet warriors and approached the surrounding group of wizards.
The company commanders turned their heads one after another, their expressions cold and filled with contempt.
A long time has passed since the last time Tubek attended an internal meeting.
Thousands of organizational changes and betrayals of allegiance had taken place, and Tubek was considered a failure, a relic cast by the light of giants and wasted by the uncertain times.
(End of this chapter)