The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Trajan first looked at the spearhead in front of him, then at Sosiang's face, but did not show the disappointment of failure, or rather anger, but a strange look of understanding.

"It seems the rumors are true, Chapter Master Alexei."

"Just lucky, just lucky, I believe Marshal Trajan, you must have held back."

Sosiang put away the spear, turned around and walked to the weapon rack to put it back.

"There's no luck in battle."

Trajan still held the spear, looking at Sosiang very seriously.

"Chapter Master Alexei, according to the instructions of the Tarot cards and the interpretation of the dream readers, we must transfer something to you. I will arrange for someone to transfer it to your flagship later, but I hope you don't tell anyone else about this. It is extremely rare for the Emperor to directly convey an edict, possibly no more than ten times in ten thousand years."

"What is it?"

"I don't know, it's the highest-level cargo that no one has the authority to view. It has always been stored in the most hidden place, so when they deliver the item, you better not open it easily. Try it after confirming that it is safe and there is no one around. There may be anything inside, even extremely dangerous things. There is a small observation window outside the container, you can take a look at the situation inside first."

Sosiang frowned. At first, he thought it was the Eldar Mythology Investigation Notes in Fan Zhe's hands, but now it doesn't seem to be the case. However, this matter cannot be stated clearly, so he could only nod and say:

"I will treat it with caution."

At this moment, he suddenly thought of something and asked cautiously:

"Marshal Trajan, can I have an audience with the Emperor?"

As a result, the other party shook his head.

"There is no edict, I'm sorry."

"Understood, but I'm very curious, if the Custodes have always been able to communicate with the Emperor, then why haven't you taken the initiative to guide the Empire in these ten thousand years?"

"I never said that we can communicate with the Emperor. He didn't even leave handwritten records. Everything we know about Him comes from the memories of some recorders or the beautiful scenes bestowed by pious faith."

"Then the Tarot cards"

"This is just a very vague divination method, but the meaning behind it is difficult to discern the truth. I think you should know what Tarot card divination is like, so it is not difficult to understand the difficulty of interpreting it. Just what method should be used to interpret the Tarot cards, and the classics to refer to, the Custodes have been arguing about it for ten thousand years. Those scholars who serve in the Tower of Hegemon, devote their entire lives to explaining the content of these fragments of information, their exhaustion of life may only be to lift a corner of the veil of fate. Even now, that is the only way we can obtain enlightenment. Since the establishment of the Tower of Hegemon, we have been watching the domain of all mankind on this tower. We can only speculate that this is His intention, which is the study of the Emperor's will."

"So the Custodes rely on mortal divination to decide their actions?"

Trajan narrowed his eyes.

"It seems you are really curious about us. In fact, this statement is not entirely correct. Valerian, whom you met earlier, is a scholar. One of his tasks is to reveal the Emperor's will from dreams and the study of mysterious and obscure prophecies, although it is very difficult, like a blind man guessing the patterns marked on invisible pages to guess His will."

"But this time the hint seems very clear?"

"That's why I insisted on seeing you."

Trajan said, suddenly stopping, as if considering what to say next. After a few seconds, he said meaningfully:

"Whether in body or mind, you are indeed very different from the Astartes. If this is His arrangement, then I look forward to the day you come to Terra again."

Sosiang replied with a wry smile:

"I'm afraid there won't be such a chance."

"Who can say for sure what will happen in the future? Perhaps the next time you come, you will be granted permission to meet Him."

Hearing this sentence, Sosiang suddenly thought of what Fan Zhe said at the end for some reason.

A friend?

Who is going to see Him?

In an area of ​​the Imperial Palace that no detector can scan, stands a Gothic basalt arch with stripes. Electricity flashes in the air, crackling, briefly illuminating the darkness inside.

Hundreds of Emperor's bodyguards in golden armor stood quietly on both sides of the gate. They are the elite of the Custodes, the strongest among the strong, but they will never step out of this place. Their lives will be to protect this place called the Gate of the End, because behind this gate is the true core of the human empire and the ruler of all mankind—

Suddenly, in the surrounding electric light, a figure that was very small compared to the surrounding magnificent buildings appeared at the end of the long steps.

Then he stepped onto the long marble steps step by step, but the Custodes remained motionless, as if they didn't see anything.

While climbing up, through the faint electric light, you can see that the person's right arm is across the abdomen, the palm is naturally stretched down, the fingertips are drooping, the palm is outward, the left arm is raised in front of the chest, the fingertip of the thumb of the palm lightly touches the fingertip of the middle finger, and the other three fingers are naturally翘起.

One step, two steps, three steps

Even when he passed those towering Emperor's bodyguards, they still maintained a motionless posture.

Finally, the man came to the Gate of the End. The surface of this magnificent gate, large enough for a Knight Titan to pass through, was mottled black, cast from an ancient unknown metal. In the middle of the two gates, there was a jet-black face carved, with a human face, stern and sad, in the halo of the outer ring.

Then the image split in two, and the door opened slightly inward, revealing a gap. The man slowly walked into it, and then the door closed again.

Until the man disappeared, the two Emperor's bodyguards on the left and right suddenly turned their heads slightly and looked at each other, seemingly with some confusion.

However—

It seemed that nothing had happened.

Behind the Gate of the End is a huge hall, with rows of pillars neatly arranged, deep into the depths shrouded in mist. Golden-armored Custodes stand in front of the pillars, and huge energy pipelines hang down from the invisible roof, winding around like giant snakes, making the overflowing air around them golden, as thick as milk, and even the light is broken or distorted.

Particles of energy surged in the mist, moving forward step by step under the eyes of the Custodes. The orange-red robe on his body was agitated by the hot wind generated by the high-intensity psychic energy.

Soon, he arrived at the core hidden among the overlapping terraces and Baroque platforms. Among the forest-like cable lines, a towering throne was clustered. In the entanglement of metal and cables, only some remnants of flesh could be seen.

This is the Golden Throne, the Lord of Mankind is buried in it, protected by it, and also enslaved by it.

In the warm light, Master Shi, who was only wearing an orange-red monk's robe and had his eyes covered with cloth strips, walked barefoot step by step to the throne. The circuits on his body melted in the thick psychic energy, plating him with gold.

Finally, he stopped one meter in front of the throne, a distance that almost no one had approached. Then, he raised his right hand to his chest, palm facing outward, while his left hand's thumb and index finger were clasped into a ring, and the other three fingers were slightly stretched.

Then, Master Shi first chanted in some ancient human language that had disappeared, and then whispered:

"Moro, long time no see."