The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Seeing that the Custodes no longer said anything, SoshJan immediately tore open the scripture that had been soaked soft.

"Is that it?"

But he was a little disappointed by what appeared. It looked like a high-footed ritual cup made of some unknown material. The surface was carved with many strange tentacle-like patterns and flame-like curls. It seemed to have been stained with blood before. There were spots of blood clots on it, and some silver-white could be faintly seen under the dark red scars. SoshJan even took it to his nose and sniffed it. Apart from the strange smell of cerebrospinal fluid, there was nothing special about it.

Seeing SoshJan looking at the Holy Grail in his hand with a puzzled look, the two Custodes seemed very surprised and didn't know what to say for a while.

Just as SoshJan raised it, suddenly, he noticed a vague symbol on the bottom of the cup.

Why does it look a bit like an Eldar rune?

Just as SoshJan was staring at the mysterious symbol, his whole spirit suddenly fell into a trance. His consciousness passed through the chaotic gray mist, and then he heard an unusual call, a voice weak and distant. Although he couldn't understand its meaning, he couldn't resist its summons.

Driven by some kind of thought, he walked through the gray mist as if walking in the clouds. As he moved forward, the voice became clearer and clearer. Finally, he understood - the voice that crossed time and space was calling his own name.

The mist gradually dissipated, and he saw that he was in a huge black corridor, which looked like it was carved out of a black stone.

There was not a trace of light here, but for some unknown reason, he could see everything around him clearly.

The floor, ceiling, and walls were all carefully polished, shining with a faint light. On them were carved strange murals, like various races engaged in a terrible war. Above the murals seemed to float ancient gods that had almost been forgotten by the world.

Looking at the huge and blurred outlines of those nameless things, he trembled suddenly.

Then he quickened his pace to get away from the nameless fear, and soon came to a wide staircase carved from rock. On both sides of the passage were etched profound symbols, so ancient and terrifying that SoshJan's whole body stood on end. Each step was carved with a phoenix-like pattern, and when he stepped on the steps, flames rose from the cracks in the steps, as if this was deliberately designed.

However, those azure flames did not burn him, but even so, it could not make SoshJan feel relaxed.

The voice was still calling him.

Finally, he passed through a darkness that was invisible to the naked eye and came to a strange hall, which was composed of huge pillars and scattered small high platforms, just like a mausoleum.

Following the voice, SoshJan walked into the depths and saw a blurry figure sitting on a throne.

As he considered whether to approach, the figure spoke gloomily.

"You have finally arrived, our fallen light, the light of hope."

"Who are you!"

"Like a pebble thrown into a black lake, the ripples will spread to the distant shore. What happens in the invisible world will also echo in the mortal world. He has chosen you, and you are Him."

"Your words are full of riddles."

"This is your test. A poisonous snake lurks in the dark world beyond imagination. His soul is full of dark temptations. He has been tormenting and devouring us. Only with the fire of the phoenix can we resist."

"What?"

"Your destiny is closely linked. The creature of desire sits on our souls, like a giant python entwining its prey. Draw your sword."

"Sword?"

Before SoshJan could react, the surrounding darkness and mist gradually dissipated, allowing him to see clearly that each high platform was a throne, on which sat Eldar dressed in gorgeous armor and shaped like mummies - the Phoenix Kings of the ancient Eldar Empire.

Then a sea filled with color and emotion surged, instantly filling SoshJan's senses. The boiling sea was constantly surging, purple smoke shrouded everything, and ugly alien behemoths were half-hidden in it. Their over-stretched bodies were covered with screaming human faces, and the expressions on them were constantly changing between pain and ecstasy.

Then the air began to surge, as if something was floating to the surface, causing ripples.

A wind filled with musk and whispers seemed to blow gently through an open door, caressing SoshJan's senses. He felt something appearing, his eyes fixed on the front, where a faint shadow was shaking.

"Wahahaha, look who's here."

As the shadow opened like a curtain, a handsome man with slender limbs, a strong body, and almost as tall as SoshJan floated in. His skin was as delicate and smooth as marble, and he was wrapped in a purple silk robe, which was covered with gorgeous jewelry. The ribbons fluttered and dragged dozens of meters behind him, making his open-armed posture as elegant as a swan landing. Under his scattered white hair, a perfect face was sometimes full of pain and sometimes indulging in pleasure.

When he gently landed barefoot in front of SoshJan, an unspeakable fragrance and strange smell squeezed into SoshJan's nostrils. The man's wrists and ankles were adorned with gorgeous bracelets. The bells on them made a crisp sound with his movements.

"Oh, my God, who is this?"

The man circled SoshJan, carefully examining him with a mocking and playful look, then turned around and instantly came to the throne where he had previously spoken with SoshJan. There sat an Eldar spirit wearing the same armor as SoshJan when he held the Yan Yang Sword, but he was not in a mummified state, but alive, just with his eyes closed, and pale blue flames burning on his shoulders and head.

"Let me weep! Cruel fate, how I long for the coming of freedom, how I long for it, let me weep!"

The tall and handsome man suddenly sang, his voice so perfect that it seemed enough to hook the soul with just one listen.

Then he danced around the throne.

"Cruel fate, how I long for it! The suffering of the world is endless, and no one pities my pain -"

With the last tune, the man lowered his raised arms and looked down at SoshJan.

"Although it has been a long time since I said this title, brother, have you been well recently?"

Although SoshJan had never seen the other party, from the other party's posture, behavior, and his inner intuition, he had already guessed who this former "person" was.

And this caused an unnamed fire to rise from his chest.

"Fulgrim, you have no brothers, and no one is your brother anymore. You are just a monster now, a monster who killed his own father!"