Chapter 795 Shocking Dream
The archangel forced himself to take a step in the snow, then stood still, gritting his teeth and holding his breath.
He slowly turned his head and looked behind him.
A black wolf stood on the white snow, with black fur, bloody muzzle, and wounds dripping with blood.
It looked at him, its eyes reflecting like silver coins in the moonlight.
"Ruth——"
As soon as he opened his mouth, the wolf jumped up and drowned out the sound of the wind with a howl.
The smell of blood inhaled his nose, and the fangs approached his neck, but it was not Sanguinius, but Soshyan.
Aware that the wolf was approaching him, he quickly retreated.
But it disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if the action just now was just some kind of warning.
And somewhere, far away yet so close, Sanguinius' hand turned over the next card.
Starlight and fire, a throne rose from the steel deck, and a world was ignited by explosions that rippled across the surface.
Sanguinius stood, forcing himself to rise from where he had fallen.
There was silence, shadows wrapping around the pillars that lined the room, hiding the walls.
High above, the flag hangs beside a chain of bones.
He knew this place, even though it had been years since he had last visited it, and its spirit had not changed at that time - it was the Vengeful Spirit, flagship of Horus.
"Who are you?"
A voice came from the throne in front of the burning world.
Sanguinius looked up.
A shadow sat on the throne, light wrapped around it, and swaying cold lightning flashed around its edges like an approaching storm.
"Who are you? Whose ghost came to my royal court?"
The voice was like a knife being filed on a dry head.
The man on the throne stood up, and there was the rattling sound of armor and the hissing sound of sword blade. The wrapped shadow flowed from the armor, and Soshyan could see a face emerging from the darkness, pale. , lit by the crown of fire burning upon it.
The voice was on the edge of a scream, followed by a whimper, and the man took a step forward.
"My brother..."
Sanguinius gasped, the figure growing in size as he walked forward, swelling upwards and outwards.
The ashes fell with his steps, and the scene in the room burst open. Beyond this, Soshyan could catch a glimpse of the world and vistas that extended to the end of his field of vision.
The sea of people kneels to the ground, iron fire machines surround it, and the Eye of the Forge selects the next victim to be dragged into the sky.
The towering human form stands in the shadow of the gods, covered in skin and silk, with blood-stained hands and eyes that are dull and merciless.
“Ah, it’s my brother.”
The man said, standing before Sanguinius, claws of fire and blades extended.
"I see you reaching into the future in search of hope..."
Bladed fingers wrapped around Sanguinius.
"Look at me, know that I am here, I am existence, witness me, know that I am the future, it is the only hope you can find."
Then the finger It closed suddenly.
Soshyan felt a moment of agony as, in reality, Sanguinius' fingers turned over the last card.
Suddenly, it started to rain.
Soshyan could feel the rain pouring down his face, the painful scene from the past still lingering around him, but the feeling dissipated as the cold rain soaked into his skin.
A bolt of lightning struck from the sky. Sanguinius looked up at the light for a long time, and then nodded slightly, as if accepting the inevitability of what he had witnessed.
"After we have given everything, our future remains the same..."
He whispered to himself as lightning lit up the land around him, filling the valley with shadows and drowning the distant mountains in light.
In front of them was an ancient castle that almost collapsed. Soshyan blinked. If he recognized it correctly, this was the remains of the monastery fortress of Nessen No. 4.
In his confusion and shock, Sanguinius had strode inside.
Shadows spread on the damp stone slabs, an angel wearing a crown and a ghost from ten thousand years in the future, almost walking side by side...
When Sanguinius walked by The door and the raindrops disappeared. In the center of the ruined assembly hall, flames burned with fallen branches, damp wood emitting sparks and smoke, and above, the shattered roof, battered by wind and rain.
A man was sitting in front of a fire, with a spiral sword stuck diagonally above the fire.
The person in front of the fire is wearing metal armor and a black cloak. The crown on his head is a silver ring. He wears a silver mask with no expression on his face, and a halberd is placed beside him. , half a glass of wine in hand.
The man stared blankly at the flame, the reflected firelight dancing in his dark eyes.
He looked like a lost king, like every king who has ever been remembered in a story or a song - not sitting on a throne or wearing golden armor, but alone All in one, sitting among the last remnants of the kingdom.
As if aware of the footsteps, the mysterious man looked up at Sanguinius, his eyes full of exhaustion.
"You are still looking for a way out."
The man said softly, and Suoshiyang felt that the voice was inexplicably familiar for some reason.
“For a long time, you have been trying to peek at different roads, a road that can lead to a different direction in the future, but nothing changes every time, and you are still looking for it.”
"Do you blame me for seeking hope?"
Sanguinius asked rhetorically.
The man shook his head and looked at the flames.
"How could I blame others for such behavior?"
The archangel glanced up, and another bolt of lightning outside the broken roof made the sky white.
“So this is all that’s left? Disaster befalls us? Destiny becomes inevitable?”
The man by the fire raised his head, his eyes suddenly sharp.
"What has always been must have been the price we paid."
"Blood..."
Sanguinius could not help but whisper.
"And killing,"
The man said, picking up the wine glass and holding it to the lips of the metal mask. The liquid in the glass was dark and thick.
"Sacrifice..."
"...And, death."
Outside the castle, lightning and thunder thundered.
“Exactly.”
The man did not drink, but put down his glass.
"Exactly, but who exactly? When? Meeting between the present and the future? All this is not written on the back of the card."
Speaking, the man Taking off his mask, Soshyan immediately opened his mouth.
That face turned out to be his own!
He slowly stood up, and his skin was gradually covered with a surging silver metal, and it kept getting higher and higher——
"Your witness, destruction and rebirth, old dreams will eventually echo!"
In Soshiyang's shocked eyes, that "him" turned into a terrifying thing as vast as the stars. The metal god raised his hands as if to lift up the dark cloud-covered sky.
The next moment, crazy lightning struck the gods in mid-air, the light covered the sight, and the thunder swallowed up the sound.
The horrified Soshiyang fell all the way, and the roar of collapse also followed him...
After a moment, he fell into another room, the flame of the candle swaying in the air, Smoke rose from the cards on the table that were caught in the flames.
The Archangel burned all the cards except the last one.
And in the silence, alone and unaware, Sanguinius' tears formed in his eyes and eventually ran down his cheeks.
Soshiyang opened his eyes again. He was still in his private room, sitting on a chair, but the card in his hand had turned into countless small black fragments.
"Sanguinius, what are you trying to tell me?"
Suddenly, he recalled the spiral sword. Although he didn't pay much attention to it at the time, but now that he thinks about it, that spiral sword The sword seems to be very similar to the Sheng Yan Sword.
"Is it related to the Holy Flame Sword?"
Thinking about it, Soshiyang decided to wait until he returned to his home planet. He had many questions that he needed to consult with Brother Said before he could decide.
(End of this chapter)