Chapter 794 Black Card
“It’s really troublesome”
After handling those chores, Soshiyang, who had not slept for several days, returned to his private room.
Rozim received the most serious punishment. Because he secretly used the group's supplies, left his post without permission, and illegally sheltered aliens, he was revoked from his position as the owner of the restaurant and became an agent. The owner of the restaurant also confiscated all illegal gains (leaving only a small part) and used them for the construction of the battle group, while the green skin waited until he returned to Naisen IV for disposal.
As an "accessory", Loken's punishment is second only to Rozim. Not only is the system authority reduced from 12 to 9, but all supplies of the workshop are halved within ten years, and the deducted part is invested in other Mechanicus. Workshops, such as those in Falla.
The punishment for the new recruits was relatively light, but from this day until they returned to Naisen IV, they had to undergo punitive training-that is, the amount of all training subjects was doubled, and they only had three hours of rest every day. , and need to be responsible for all cleaning work in the monks’ living area on the upper deck.
When they return to their home planet, there is still a whole month of confinement waiting for them!
But to say how angry Soshyan was, it was not that serious, because he had known about Rozim's little tricks for a long time, and he just turned a blind eye.
But this time he not only brought new recruits with him, but also hooked up with the greenskins, and he couldn't bear it anymore.
The main purpose this time is also to warn him to restrain himself.
Soshyan, who had taken off his armor, sat on a chair wearing a loose robe, and then opened a drawer under the table.
Inside, an ancient scroll is lying quietly.
He has never had the chance to open the twentieth volume of Sanguinius' Secret Records given to him by Dante. Today he plans to see what is in it.
When you pick up the scroll, it feels slightly rough, a bit like ancient papyrus.
There was a small metal buckle on the secret record. Soshyan gently took it off, and then slowly unfolded it on the table with both hands.
"This is-"
To his surprise, there was no text on the secret record, and there was just a pure black card lying quietly inside.
Soshiyang picked up this card and looked at it carefully, but couldn't see anything strange about it, except for its strangely pure black color.
He had never seen such pure black.
It was so dark that it seemed to drag his soul into it.
Staring at this weird black card, Soshyan couldn't help but blink his eyes. He suddenly felt that his vision was a little blurry, and the surrounding lights seemed to be gradually dimming.
The next moment, darkness swallowed him.
Surprised, he looked left and right, but couldn't see anything. There was a smell of dust and time in the space.
He exhaled, and the candle in the room suddenly lit up again, the flame chasing the faded and browned marble surface and the shadows on the picture.
But Soshyan found that his body was suddenly out of control, and he became a stranger in a strange body.
The body stood still for a moment, and Soshyan felt the weight of time and meaning surrounding and oppressing him. Through a pair of eyes, he saw a luxurious palace that was completely different from his own house. Every item in the palace seemed to be different. They are beautiful works of art: a crystal cup with a bull carved on the side; a sword with folds of steel, its edge still sharp; an obsidian disk polished to look like a mirror; a spear handle with painted Let it still look black with blood stains.
Images, objects, memories...
"I must know."
Suddenly, "he" spoke, To the silence.
"I have to make sure..."
"He" walked forward, raised his hands covered with golden armor, and took off the large shawls on his cloak shoulders, revealing his smooth blond hair.
Through the mirror opposite, Soshyan saw an ethereal and handsome face that was almost divine, and the folded wings behind his shoulders.
There is no doubt that this is the genetic father of the Blood Angels, Sanguinius.
With a soft groan, the candle floated from the tray, spinning in the air, forming a circle around Sanguinius as he approached the wooden table. Then a box rose from the table, and Sanguinius mentally turned the mechanism, the locks on its edges turning with it.
The box opened, and a small velvet-wrapped bundle fell into Sanguinius's hands.
Around him, candles were in place, and the flames gradually grew stronger, making the rest of the room appear dim as the firelight gathered.
His hand held the small bag for a long time without any movement.
About five minutes later, Sanguinius peeled off the soft fabric, and there lay a pile of pure black cards. Each rectangular crystal piece could capture light and spread the image. into his eyes, he distributed them on the wooden table, and then patterns appeared on the cards: hammer and sword, poisonous snakes, lost figures wrapped in rose thorns, dark oceans, and beasts that alternate between light and darkness. and scary things.
Some people would call it Tarot cards. The arrangement and combination of destiny and connotation are broken into pieces and thrown to mortals for interpretation.
There are many decks like this in the mortal world - slender cards, painted metal and bones, telling the inner truth of the universe.
But these cards of Sanguinius are completely different.
He looked down at the cards, and Soshyan was also looking at them. They were black and did not reflect light, as if each one was now a hole cutting into the lightless void among the stars.
In his mind, Soshyan heard the fear rising among the billions of beings on Terra as the ships filled the night sky.
Horus has arrived, and fate has sent him back to the place of his birth. In the hives and crowded metropolises, humans are waiting to witness who will become the future when it comes. their master.
"What will the future hold?"
Sanguinius whispered:
"Where will we go from here?"
Then, slowly and hesitantly, as if something Taking his hand - Sanguinius reached for the first card.
But at the last moment, his fingers curled up.
Whispers resounded in his mind, and Soshyan heard them clearly: shouts, screams, hisses that he recognized but could not recall.
Then, with a burst of determination, the Archangel touched the first card and turned it over.
Then Soshyan saw it.
Black trees stretched into the churning blizzard in the sky, and the moon floated in the torn clouds.
Soshyan could feel it, the biting chill, the branches creaking in the sound of the wind.
In other people's thoughts, he knew it was not real, had no reality, was just an idea or a dream.
But Sanguinius's senses are different from Soshyan's. The archangel has been on the spiritual path for long enough to know that reality is just a matter of which lie he chooses to believe.
The archangel staggered towards a tree trunk and knelt down halfway. The snow around his legs was thick, and ice condensed on his hair and armor.
"The midnight forest..."
He gasped, the words fogging up his mouth.
"The winter of the soul, the fear and predators from the dark... I know all this, I understand all this, but why do I see it all again?"
He closed his eyes, but when When he opened it again, the forest was there.
"This is not the past, is it? This is the darkness we are trying to escape from, the source of all our fears."
(End of Chapter)