Chapter 1104 Azek Ahriman
The ashes flew from his hand to the distant horizon. He watched it drifting in the wind, and his soul could feel every particle of it and taste its flavor. taste.
He can hear the dead from the touch of ashes.
For a moment, he felt that a voice seemed familiar, but in an instant it turned into the soft knocking sound of dust hitting the armor.
This is Pai Shang, an almost forgotten world. The sky is like fire, and the trembling wind sweeps - it carries the whisper of hunger.
He stood, waiting, observing the dust flying in the wind.
His name is Azek Ahriman, the president of the Black Crow Society of the Thousand Sons Legion, the son of the Scarlet King Magnus, and the destroyer of the Legion.
Prospero, the wolf, the wizard star, the scarlet letter——
The memories go away with the dust, gradually drifting away, disappearing at the end of the field of vision.
Ahriman took a breath and could still smell the blood in the distance, and the wind and dust were flying from his hands.
"The curse still binds us."
He said to himself, lowering his head and looking away from the wound in the sky.
The sky and the earth are leaping with flames, ruins are scattered all over the fields, the sound of gunfire is heard in the distance, and waves of explosions blacken the ground. This is the sound of the empire besieging Abaddon.
He has seen war scenes many times, and the results are always the same.
If Abaddon wants to continue his meaningless long war, then let him continue to struggle with the decaying empire. This war is actually meaningless.
Ahriman closed his eyes and saw Magnus's face again and felt the roar of the Warp.
Exile -
Those were the last words spoken by his father, and the word fell with him into the warp.
Day after day, year after year, he traveled through countless bizarre worlds, got along with many strange people, and even became a mercenary, but that word always accompanied him, explaining a fact.
The red letter failed——
He failed.
Pride, the last original sin of human nature, befell him, as always.
Exile.
The word became clear and vivid in Ahriman's mind. He lowered his head and looked into his palms, and saw that the dust had disappeared.
He failed and was a sinner. He watched the things he once cherished turn into dust and lived in the world wearing the shackles of arrogance.
Then he looked up.
Memories fade and hope disappears in the last touch of red clouds.
He is still in exile, still an exile, but he will no longer be haunted by the baggage of the past.
The result of the red letter was caused by him, so he will make up for it. If the gods of the subspace do not redeem him, then he will pursue the gods of the entity and obtain the power to change everything from them.
Madel, the outsider is just a starting point, the Star Knight and Soshyan will be more important factors.
The red afterglow sprinkled on the dust scattered in the air. Ahriman saw the future through the dust tracks. Countless possibilities and unborn fates were flying in front of his eyes. Each one was a real one, or one that still needed to be nurtured. universe.
He saw everything in the past, saw how it would end, and saw hope.
Redemption will come.
Ahriman lowered his hand, looked at the flying dust with his mind, turned around, and many pairs of eyes behind him were shining on the visor.
They were waiting, silent, and watching.
"Come, my brothers, it is time."
Ahriman called out his scepter, and the single eye on his helmet shone brightly.
"Recover our lost destiny."
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“Who are you!”
When he learned that the target he needed had been blown up, Stryker seemed angry at first, but when he learned that several people ran out from the door, he suddenly became curious.
So he decided to interrogate these sneaky guys with unknown origins in person.
A guy, strong, with a big bald head, carrying a gun and several knives on his body. According to Stryker's many years of marching experience, he had a big head and a thick neck. He was either an officer or a cook.
A guy, relatively thin, but he also looks like a man with tendons. He is wearing black clothes, black pants, and black ink marks. He looks like he is dragging himself hard, and he has a long knife in his arms. .
A guy was wearing heavy protective clothing and a gas mask on his head. He was wrapped so tightly that not only his face could not be seen clearly, but his skin was not visible, but his physique was really quite big. , and there is a strong smell of machine oil and toilet cleaner, which is hard not to associate with the toilet. The last guy looks the most wretched, but also the most like a normal person.
The four of them were surrounded by Catachan soldiers, and all their weapons were thrown to the ground, except for the guy holding the knife.
It’s not that I didn’t intend to disarm him, but those who tried are now lying on the ground. Of course, the Catachans can also be solved with guns, but this is too embarrassing, so out of respect for the strong, They did not disarm Zinlata.
“We are just here to pick up trash.”
Rozim said to Stryker sincerely:
"I accidentally went to the wrong place."
"Scavenger? Your level of lying is worse than that of the greenskins! Only ghosts believe that picking up garbage can pick up a subspace portal! Tell me! Are you heretics? Spy!"
"No! No! I am absolutely not!"
Rozim quickly waved his hand and explained: "We are good citizens of the empire! Great people! ”
"A good citizen?"
Stryker looked carefully at Rozim, who looked like a gangster, with a pistol in his hand, and shook his head.
"I have no say in this matter. The judge has the final say. How about you go and explain to him."
"Ah, this——"
At this moment, Xinlata suddenly moved and pulled out the knife in her arms. The black blade had some strange light green fluorescence.
As soon as he moved, other Catachan soldiers also moved, raising their guns.
Rozim was startled and quickly said to Xinlata:
"Don't be excited, why are you using the knife?"
Before he finished speaking, heaven and earth Sudden color change!
The sky above the jungle began to become distorted, thunder began to boom, and countless dazzling lightning fell from the sky.
Trees were blown to pieces in the lightning and thunder, and many buildings hidden in the jungle were also damaged. A wooden house was struck by lightning and instantly turned into a ball of fire.
Just when everyone was stunned, the sudden downpour took away the heat from the ground and spread out a high cold wall.
The violent rain smashed the huge and dense leaves on the tree crown, smashed the moss on the ground, and even smashed the cracked tree trunks, and the river was flooded with blood-red floods.
In the cold heavy rain, the soldiers prayed and hid, even the communication channel was interrupted, and the surrounding area was less than one meter visible.
“Holy crap! What happened!”
The four of them immediately hid under a collapsed stone house and were shocked to see the blood outside.
"What the hell is this storm?"
Hank Evans yelled.
“Where did this wind come from?”
Xinlata lowered her head and said.
"It's coming"
"Who?"
"The owner of the Hellfire Stone."
Then, in the dense raindrops, fist-sized hail also fell from Smashed down from the sky.
The hail almost broke the bones of the soldiers. Seeing that the mud was reaching their knees, Stryker could only temporarily put down the four men and lead the team to retreat to the foothills.
"Let's go now!"
Xinlata suddenly roared and took the lead to rush out of the heavy rain.
Although the other three people didn't know what happened, their experiences along the way told them that they were right to follow this man, so they also rushed into the heavy rain.
Within a radius of sixty kilometers over the entire sky above Attica, dark clouds were already covering the city, lightning was thundering, and the wind was howling.
The power of this storm is so powerful that even the cogitator array of the planet's orbital station cannot calculate its magnetic field distribution or remove its violent signal interference.
(End of this chapter)