God Emperor’s Angel of Death

Soshian found himself in an unfamiliar castle, and the dull singing reverberated in the hall. The warrior and servants, veterans and newcomers, all blended in the sound of flames and battle roars. For one.

Countless deep voices sang loudly, forming a resonance of soul.

If you go, you should be a centurion.

Shroud and return, you should be a centurion.

Beacon is full of flames, you should be a centurion.

Ge Yue horse, deserve to be a centurion

Snow my old shame, should be a centurion

Don’t be humiliated, should be a centurion

Since you are brave and martial, you should be a centurion

In the end, you will be a ghost, you should be a centurion

You should be a centurion. In that moment, the thunder was loud, and it was immediately covered by the impudent laughter of the warriors.

Soshian cautiously walked into the hall, he wanted to take out the weapon, but found that he was empty-handed.

There are rows of huge long tables in the hall. On both sides of the long tables, there are countless red and black armored warriors. They sit on the chairs and tap the tabletop with their fists. Many echoes make them His voice was vague, as if he was telling those ancient legends, and as if retelling the stories of those battles, those old wars that had long been lost in the sea of ​​stars.

Soshian kept staring at them, staring at those fuzzy figures, those old Legion ghosts.

For some reason, tears burst into his eyes.

Just as he was immersed in the singing, he heard someone calling his name, so he turned around and walked towards the far hall door.

When he walked past a faceless statue, the cold wind was whimpering through the cascading arches.

Why do they have no faces? Who deprived them of their faces?

Beyond the arches, the continuous empty corridors spiraled into the summit, murky heavens dark earth, no light, when he stared at them, they also stared back.

He stopped at the threshold and turned around. The fighting brothers were still celebrating. The slave laborers quietly shuttled at the feet of these giants, sending more to the celebration. fuel.

He knew he should call them brother, but he couldn't say a word.

After that, he walked out from the nearest arch, and the hell-like low temperature hit, quietly swallowing the last ray of warmth.

Soshian stood with his back on the hard rock covered with frost, and took a deep breath, filling his lungs with biting cold air, and the pure darkness covered the world, just like endless void.

He began to move deeper, as if he knew the way here.

This fortress is so huge, as if it will never be filled, after all, it was originally prepared for a Legion.

He walked and walked, the farther and farther he went, the deeper he fell.

Human voices quietly ceased at some point, replaced by almost unrecognizable rhythms surging under the earth, ticking endlessly in the darkness.

The buried energy pipelines melted the ice, they swirled and slipped on the rocks, and then frozen into frost again.

Obviously, in the depths of the fortress are large reactors and foundries used to forge weapons. An inaudible roar loomed into his ears. This distant roar buried his heart deeply. In the ground, the mind is locked in a stagnant dream that will never wake up.

This kind of illusory, the feeling of ignorance is very wonderful.

Now, he neither knows where he is going, nor does he know why he continues to hike, only shadows accompany him.

But he knows that he doesn't need flames to warm his heart now, because he is used to this cold feeling.

The next moment, he froze in place, the hair on the back of his hand stood upright, and then quietly, he clenched his fist tightly.

This corridor is dark and no living creatures can be seen. Soshian squinted his eyes, raised his head slightly, and turned to the left, but the shadows there were also thick and could not be peeped.

Something is there, to be precise, just ahead, even though he can't see anything, his senses still perceive something.

Maybe it is some kind of ghost breath.

Soshian slowly leaned down and tiptoed forward. This passage suddenly became dangerous in his eyes.

Soon, he found that his armor was making a noisy crashing sound, which made him feel very uncomfortable. If he took off this equipment, he could have moved forward quietly.

At this time he heard the sound coming from the front again, breathing, soft and deep-but he was not sure what it was.

Soshian crouched down, shifted his center of gravity, ready to move on.

But before that, a low, indifferent voice stopped him.

"My son, you are here, stand up."

Soshian instinctively obeyed, this is a restriction from the depths of genes.

The curtain slowly opened, and in the shadow of the castle, a silhouette wandered out.

For a moment, Soshian felt that what he saw was himself, an almost identical self, wearing a flame-shaped crown, and his eyes were like blue stars.

Soshian's eyes twitched slightly, but then he began to observe the features that he was so clear about, but had never seen with his own eyes.

The face and eyebrows in front of me are 70% similar to myself. The pale skin of the chin is painted with a scarlet flame pattern, a bright red cloak is placed on the right shoulder, and the pair of gloves is heavy. Cyan-gray color gloves, with a wine glass in his left hand tightly.

Without any hesitation, Soshian immediately one-knee kneels.

"Enough, enough."

The Eleventh Legion Original Body smiled and asked:

"Why are you here?"

But Soshian couldn't give the answer to this question. Maybe this is actually the traction of fate.

He is standing here now, alone facing the gone Primarch.

"My son, I can see you, but the warriors can't. Did we meet at a certain moment across time and space."

Xerxes said, getting closer Somewhat, in the darkness, his eyes flashed with strange brilliance.

"Or this is also a subspace trick."

Soshian didn't dare to judge if he was joking.

"My father, aren't you an illusion in my mind?"

He hesitated to say, guarding against any offense in his language.

"We have lost you."

After a few seconds, Xerxes burst into laughter, and his cloak rustled.

"Really, is that right?"

He said, returning to the shadows, the chill seemed to fade with it, but in reality it was only reduced by a few minutes.

At this moment, Xerxes noticed the power armor on Soshian, and he looked at it strangely.

"Do you guys in the future look like this?"

Soshian wanted to answer, but his head was empty, so he shook the head, which disappointed the original snorted.

"You know nothing, the memory is empty. I should have guessed that it will do tricks and feet."

The original body's voice lowered, his half side Turning around, looking into the darkness, Soshian remained silent. The two hearts in his chest were under indescribable pressure. The heartbeat became slow and low. It was an instinctive response to danger-even though there was no sword pointing at this moment. he.

"I don't know if you were sent to humiliate me or bring comfort to me, but since fate has brought you here, then listen well, listen carefully, and remember with your heart."

Soshian stood there, daring not to move half a step, he looked towards the huge father in front of him, wrapped in gorgeous armor.

"Since I am dead, then be careful of the palmprinter."

Soshian froze for a moment, his brain seemed to be no longer his own for some reason.

"He doesn't--"

The original body turned his head, and those sapphire eyes lit up.

"Remember."

Next moment, Soshian opened his eyes.