The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Leaving the first floor lobby, Solomon followed the automatic spiral staircase tightly against the wall all the way up to the second floor, but this place had also become a sea battle related scene. One could even see the scene of Pluto IV exploding. In the small antechamber, there were monitors playing communication records of various ships at that time.

Most of the cultural relics displayed here came from the flagship of the Imperial Fists fleet at that time, the strike frigate *Tear Drop*.

The next floor up was basically the same as the second floor, but there were some more cultural relics left behind when the enemy flagship *冥府王座 (Mingfu Wangzuo)*, or *Netherworld Throne*, launched a boarding operation against the *Tear Drop*. Through those still-bloodstained fragments, the remains of cogitators, and the broken armor, one could get a glimpse of the situation at that time. Crucially, a portion of the images remaining from the ship's various monitoring devices at that time were also preserved here.

Through the images left by the external monitors, Solomon could see torpedoes constantly shooting at the traitor ships floating among the wreckage, and fighter planes flying from the deck into the darkness, dancing between the clouds of broken metal and rock.

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Through the internal monitors, he saw the bridge of the *Tear Drop* filled with the noise of fire and slaughter. Warriors in sea green armor, bearing the marks of the Sixteenth Legion, spread out, moving and shooting. As bolters exploded among the crew and slave laborers, flesh and blood splattered in the air, and warriors in golden yellow armor fell one by one on the bridge.

In an image lasting only three brief seconds, Solomon saw a warrior in ornate armor, wearing a roaring bronze helmet under a feathered crest. A silver crescent moon was painted on the shoulder plate beneath a blood-red Eye of Horus. Then, a yellow-armored warrior with chains on his hands rushed into the image, wielding a long sword, and then the image disappeared.

After that, Solomon browsed through each hall, floor by floor. The warriors were also distributed throughout the memorial hall, but before the top floor, everyone had to stop.

Only Solomon and Viletz had permission to enter that hall.

Because the memorial hall was actually a bamboo shoot-shaped profile, small at the top and large at the bottom, this hall was very small, but the display inside shocked Solomon.

On a huge circular base, hundreds of helmets were cast together with molten iron. The sea green color proved their identity. Many helmets showed obvious signs of battle, and some were split in the middle.

The murals around the hall seemed to have been depicted as if witnessing the scene in person—

Imperial Fist warriors holding huge boarding shields were squeezed together, firing from the observation ports on the tall shields. Black and yellow armored warriors wearing laurel wreaths ran through the hail of bullets with power swords, while warriors in sea green armor bombarded the shields with plasma torrents and melta beams. Some were vaporized, and some were beheaded.

The core of the painting was two champions standing in the crowd, Sigismund, wielding a long sword and locking the sword to his hand with chains, facing a tall warrior wearing ornate armor, a red cloak flowing from his shoulders, and blood-red lenses embedded in his green-faced fanged mask, the opponent wielding a huge two-handed greatsword.

This was also the true appearance of the traitor appearing in this memorial hall, without deliberate uglification, and without being erased. Perhaps this was the only place in the memorial hall that had not been modified.

It truly presented the brutal civil war to people without reservation.

Perhaps, this was the original meaning of the establishment of this memorial hall—

"It's a pity, the only lesson history teaches people is that they never learn any lessons from history."

As Solomon shook his head and said this, Viletz smiled slightly and replied:

"History will always be surprisingly similar, but it will not simply repeat itself."

"Well, yes, there will be no second Horus Heresy, but mankind will always have new major crises."

"That's why the Imperium needs true heroes now."

Under Viletz's burning gaze, Solomon turned his face away and sighed:

"The Imperium is full of heroes. The status quo cannot be changed by one or two heroes."

"Solomon, you can't use this statement to escape your responsibility."

Viletz suddenly grabbed his left hand with both hands, startling Solomon's hand to twitch slightly.

"I am just a Chapter Master, I have my responsibilities."

"I believe what I see."

Solomon said nothing and turned to the stairs.

After leaving the Cerberus Memorial Hall, the fleet did not leave immediately, but instead took a flyer directly to the largest fragment of Pluto III, where there was also a place of great commemorative significance.

But that was not a memorial hall, but a huge statue.

When Solomon stepped onto the polished platform from the Stormbird, he realized the enormity of the statue. It seemed that only in the weightlessness of space could such a statue stand perfectly.

Just by visual estimation, the statue, including the huge base nearly one hundred meters high below, reached a total height of about eight hundred meters. Standing in front of it, even Space Marines seemed incredibly small.

The statue was cast and spliced ​​in sections in space using alloy. It depicted a giant holding a chainsword, wearing ornate armor, with a resolute face and neat short hair, and an eagle emblem engraved on his shoulder, angrily splitting the weapon in his hand at a huge hydra under his feet. The monster seemed to be twisting in pain under the giant's feet, and opened its snake mouths full of poisonous fangs, baring its teeth at the giant, but three of its heads had already been cut off.

The entire statue was very realistic and shocking, and the giant in the statue was known to everyone - the Primarch of the VII Legion, Rogal Dorn.

This statue seemed to be a symbol of the Primarch conquering evil, but in fact it contained a cruel metaphor about fratricide—

When the loyalists and traitors engaged in a bloody battle on Beta-Garmon, the Alpha Legion had already begun to sabotage and infiltrate the Sol System. At that time, Rogal Dorn and his legion were responsible for the defense of the Sol System. Just as the Imperial Fists were being distracted by attacks that broke out throughout the system, the Alpha Legion suddenly launched a large-scale attack on Hydra on Pluto III.

Hydra was the location of the astropathic monitoring station of the Pluto defense line. If Pluto IV, Hyllrad, fell, the other satellites of Pluto would be lost one after another, and the entire Sol System would lose communication.

At that time, the Imperial Fists' garrison on Pluto consisted of only 30 warships led by Sigismund. They were severely damaged in the sudden overwhelming attack. After identifying the true intention of the Alpha Legion, Captain-Commander Arkumas led his men to Hyllrad. However, they did not expect that the Alpha Primarch was also there, and was immediately defeated by Alpharius himself, and Arkumas was fatally wounded.

Just when the loyalists were about to be defeated, Falanx arrived.

Rogal Dorn led a large fleet led by Falanx to Hydra. While supporting fleet suppressed the rebel firepower on the satellite, Dorn himself led the Primarch's guard directly to Alpharius and beheaded his own brother in a brutal sibling fight, becoming the second Primarch to kill a blood relative during the Great Heresy.

This was the truth about the Hydra statue, but it was already little known.

Witnessing this magnificent statue and thinking about the meaning behind it, Solomon couldn't help but want to recite a poem at this scene - but unfortunately, there was not half a drop of ink in his stomach for a while, so he had to give up.

While everyone was visiting the magnificent statue, on the bridge of the *Unbound Soul*, a solitary figure was also gazing at the distant statue through the huge observation window, and then slowly retreated into the shadows.