Chapter 812 The Original Stone
“That mask.”
Kayon suddenly pointed at the thing in Soshiyang’s hand.
“Keep it well. Someone will come to take it away in the future.”
“Who?”
"I don't know either."
Soshiyang was almost annoyed. He slapped his palms on the table and said loudly:
"Damn it! Why are each of you like this? All of them are just half words, all damned riddles! If I am guilty, then the Emperor will punish me instead of letting you torture me with these damn words!"
Then he pointed out! He looked at Kayon and scolded him sternly.
“Today, you must shake off everything you know no matter what, otherwise I will not care what Brother Seid’s arrangements are, and I will throw you back into prison to rot!”
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Soshiyang's toughness surprised Kayon. He hesitated for a moment, and then looked at Sol.
"Soshyan, don't push him, he really doesn't know."
"Instructor Sol——"
"The most important thing now is to find your legion "Abaddon's large-scale invasion is imminent, and we don't have much time."
Thor's words were like a bucket of cold water poured on Soshyan's head, making him calm down immediately.
Randall on the side asked curiously:
"Abaddon's large-scale invasion? What happened?"
Kayon looked at him and asked him calmly What Shi Yang said was repeated to Randall.
Twenty minutes later——
“The Thirteenth Black Crusade.”
Randall crossed his arms and looked serious.
"If what you say is true, then this will be the greatest threat the Imperium has faced since the Horus Heresy."
"There is no need for me to fool you at this time. ”
Kayon paced gently in the room, and then looked at Soshyan.
“Show me what you took from Armageddon.”
"What?"
"If you want to find your flagship, bring it to me."
Soshiyang still frowned.
“Why are you so sure that you can help us find the Legion flagship?”
“Because the Spirit of Vengeance was the first one I found. Is this a good enough reason?”
Soshiyang thought for a while. Apart from Fentian, the only thing left from Armageddon was the stone carving with unknown meaning.
So he asked people to bring the things in and put them on the table.
“This thing”
Kayan touched the rough stone carving with a strange expression, as if he saw something that should not exist.
"I tried it, and it's just a rock."
Soshyan on the side described the process of his persistence.
“Whether I use my own ability or use other equipment, the result of the inspection is the same, it is just a stone.”
“Of course you can’t know the truth about it. "Kayang shook his head contemptuously, as if Soshyan was telling a joke.
“You can’t even analyze what it’s made of.”
"It sounds like you know it?"
"This thing is called the original stone. The original stone is the material used by the ancient saints to build the silent sanctuary for meditation. Its greatest function is to isolate all prophecies. , divination and memory recall.”
Hearing this, Soshyan suddenly thought that he seemed to have encountered similar materials in the Tomb of the Ork Tyrant, but Veronica did not know about it. The name of the material.
I didn’t expect it to be related to the ancient saint.
“So how do you interpret it?”
Faced with Soshyan's inquiry, Kayan stepped forward and opened his hands.
"Psychic energy."
Before he finished speaking, he and the original stone were floating in the air at the same time, and then a seemingly invisible light extended from his forehead and submerged into the original stone. among.
The moment he closed his eyes, Kayon found himself in a domed quiet room with a pale interior shining with light. The quiet room was not closed. Its ceiling was supported by twenty-four columns. , the quiet room is surrounded by many crystal trees.
The trees tower against the blurry light of the sky, and flat paths wind through the shimmering forest, their routes unknown even to those who step on them.
At the same time, a silent song echoed in the dome, neither heard nor seen, but painfully missed when not heard.
The sky is filled with the ghosts of past and future years, for it is a place of death and, perversely, of immortality.
Kayon walked into the Crystal Forest because he found a darkness among the glowing crystal trees.
At this moment, he has returned to his appearance before he became an Astartes, with a slightly childish face, bright eyes that are narrow and oval, and black hair hanging loosely on his thin shoulders.
And he was only wearing a long ocher-red cloak and a black cloth coat, with a yellowing strip of cloth tied around his waist.
After walking only a few steps, his right hand rested on the trunk of a crystal tree.
The structure of the tree was covered with flickering lights, and there seemed to be a calm face swimming in the depths of the tree.
While meditating, a long staff with crystal texture appeared in his hand, with a snake wrapped around it, exuding dangerous power.
As he went deeper into the Crystal Forest,
the vision appeared again, stronger than before.
There were things he didn't actually say to Soshyan - no matter how hard he tried, a period of chaos was destined to come to the galaxy, but it was equally significant.
The crystal forest began to shake and vibrate. Khayon let himself float and felt himself flying higher and faster.
Although his spirit felt neither warm nor cold, passing through the dancing ghosts on the dome and entering the cold and dark space still made him shudder.
As he traveled through time, stars flashed past him, and then he saw the echoes of ancient races lost to legend, and then the immense energy of new races forging their destinies among the stars.
Then he saw humanity, spreading like a virus across the sky, conquering the solar system from the cradle of their birth, and then exploding across the galaxy in a great crusade, absorbing them Lost pieces early on and ruthlessly destroyed those who stood in their way.
The sheer bellicosity and arrogance of this endeavor shocked Khayon, and what followed was the death of the Empire, the bloody apocalypse where the Lords of Darkness and the Lords of Light battled.
After
He saw the rise of the warriors, the betrayal of the apostles, their future was war and death, blood and terror, but they would still move on, believing in their own superiority and immortality .
Despite the bloodshed and despair, there is hope.
Glittering embers of an uncertain future, in the darkness, its light surrounds amorphous distortion-generated monsters with huge, yellowing fangs and claws.
Khayon saw them wishing to extinguish the light, and as he looked at the fading dream of the future, he saw what might be.
(End of this chapter)