The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Walking into the dark and deep interior of the tower, with the aid of his enhanced vision, Soroshyan saw countless ablation marks on the walls, like imprints left by ancient wars.

Scattered on the ground were even some remnants of ancient, dried bloodstains, and the floor tiles bore many marks, seemingly eroded by time, or perhaps from thrilling fights and friction that had occurred.

Soroshyan reached out and touched the wall, as if able to touch the deep layers of dust, sensing the secrets and dangers hidden within this tower.

And the tranquility here was not just the ultimate method of time; there was another force here, blocking the passage of years, slowly burying the once glorious memories.

Yes, not long after entering, Soroshyan felt the power of the Warp.

He guessed that it was either a psychic array or a psychic trap, but whatever it was, it would likely hinder his steps. Since he had already come here, there was no need for any scruples.

As the power of the Grey Pith erupted, Soroshyan directly pressed his palm against the wall.

In an instant, an invisible force, like the shockwave of an explosion, swept forward along the corridor, even causing dust to fall.

Then Soroshyan heard a series of popping sounds, like balloons being punctured.

He continued to walk forward and saw the psychic traps on the walls and floor manifesting and smoking. As he expected, this place was artificially sealed off.

Then where was the person who led him here?

Soroshyan decided to continue forward, because the psychic traps had been broken. Soroshyan put away the Grey Pith. He wasn't sure if this thing would have any impact later, so temporarily deactivating it would make him feel more at ease.

Soon, he discovered that the interior of this tower was abnormal. It was definitely not as "small" as it looked on the outside. At least its internal space was larger than it appeared. Was this a visual trick or a psychic trick? Soroshyan couldn't guess.

But if it was a psychic trick, it should have been broken.

In addition, Soroshyan also found that there were almost no cobwebs or other things that could prove the traces of time here. Except for dust, even the dust was mostly just stirred up, and there wasn't much on the ground and walls.

This indicated that there might have been some kind of time force field device here before.

About two minutes later, Soroshyan found the key, a disguised archway. He was sure that this was a visual effect, or rather a spatial effect, but judging from his walking trajectory, he believed that the interior was likely using some kind of space technology. In short, it was actually much larger than it looked from the outside.

Having arrived here, there was no choice. Soroshyan stepped forward and walked through the archway.

As he observed his surroundings, he saw many extinguished psychic seals, densely distributed on the walls and floor. It was conceivable that if anyone broke in rashly, they would probably be blasted into slag immediately. And such powerful protection must be to guard some amazing secret.

But after walking a few steps, Soroshyan stopped. He felt a bit of resistance in his heart. He couldn't describe this feeling. It was like there was always a voice urging him to turn around, leave here, and pretend that nothing had happened.

But could he really pretend that nothing had happened?

The end of the corridor was already in sight, and he could see that the end was a foyer, followed by two large doors.

Those were doors designed for giants, not made for humans, not even for Astartes, but prepared for an even larger existence.

The two metal doors were about fifty meters apart. There were no decorations on the doors, or Soroshyan didn't pay attention at all, because his sight had long been deeply attracted by the numerical symbols. They were——

II and XI

A brass archway was on the right, engraved with the number II. A similar entrance archway was imprinted with the number XI in steel, located on the left.

Although he had been prepared for it, when this moment really came, Soroshyan's breathing still inevitably became rapid.

He quickened his pace, stepped over those dim psychic runes, and entered the hall.

But gradually, his pace slowed down, and became heavier and heavier.

Finally, he stopped ten meters away from Gate XI.

It seemed that fate was giving him a second choice——

What was behind opening this door?

What might be waiting for him?

Was he really ready to face everything that might happen?

In the darkness, Soroshyan widened his eyes, staring at the door, as if trying to see through the heavy metal. The surroundings were so silent that only his rapid breathing could be heard.

Finally, footsteps sounded again, but very slowly, like a prisoner reluctantly walking to the gallows.

Soroshyan slowly reached out his hand, but at the moment of contact, he instinctively retracted it.

"Are you really ready, Soroshyan?"

He whispered to himself, but no one could answer, not even himself.

"Why does it have to be me?"

He reached out again, but at the last moment he still pulled back.

"If I had died in the World Engine at that time, would there be no need to consider these things?"

Closing his eyes and taking a long breath, Soroshyan finally put his hand on the huge metal door——

"My brothers…"

At that moment, a giant wearing ornate golden armor, with a stern face and sharp white crew cut, stretched out his hands and pressed his armored palms heavily on the metal of the door.

"If you were still here now, what would be different?"

The giant asked in a slightly sad and helpless tone.

"If you stood with us, would the course of this war have changed? What if you joined them?"

Then the giant shook his head.

"I wish I could know the answer."

"Dorn"

Soroshyan blinked.

"Dorn had been here. He knew of the existence of the lost legions. This matches the contents of his notes."

Then, with a little force, the metal door creaked open, seemingly without any protection measures.

Soroshyan stepped into it. It was a corridor completely different from before. Not only were there lighting fixtures here, but also exquisite decorations and incense burners emitting light smoke. Several paintings hung on the walls, mostly landscapes, but the last one was a dignified and upright beauty. After looking at it for a few seconds, Soroshyan suddenly realized——

Isn't that Elena!?

On the other side of the corridor were several huge windows. Through the glass, one could see thin clouds and the star-studded garden palace nearby, as well as the huge throne room, very close, very close.

However, if Soroshyan remembered correctly, he should be in a tower far away from the throne room.

Then this could only mean one thing.

He turned his head, and sure enough, at the end was a wall. There was no door from when he came. There must be a very powerful space device in that place that could send him to a distant place without him knowing.

Withdrawing his gaze, Soroshyan looked to the other end of the corridor, where there was a quaint red wooden door with a gorgeous metal doorknob.

Stepping on the soft, thick carpet, Soroshyan walked towards the door. After taking a deep breath, he no longer hesitated and pushed it open, no longer avoiding it.