The Emperor’s Angel of Death

In the mysterious hall, clouds and mist swirled. As Saul Tigh looked up, he saw rays of light shining through the skylight, scattering through the clouds and coating everything in the room with a layer of silver.

And that wasn't all. Saul Tigh suddenly noticed that there were flashes of light in the clouds from time to time. Looking closely, he saw that the light came from miniature lightning bolts, and the strange smell came from the ionized water vapor in the air.

Finally, Saul Tigh stopped in front of a door. This door was unique, with no door panels, only two trapezoidal gray-white stone door frames on the left and right, like a triangle split in the middle. The edges of the door frame were carved with many cloud patterns and animal heads, and the main body was complex carvings and symbols. Saul Tigh felt a little familiar, as if he had seen it at Grand Master Ananda's place.

Qingzhao stood in front of the door, only able to vaguely see an outline. As tiny sparks jumped around, Saul Tigh suddenly had a strange feeling, as if this artificial intelligence was a priestess walking out of the ancient mist.

"This is?"

"Your timing is good. I am operating the ecological control equipment here. This micro-weather control technology is also experimental. It can simulate natural wind, clouds, mist, and lightning, and restore the original ecological weather on Earth as much as possible."

"Amazing."

Saul Tigh felt his face was wet, and tiny droplets of water kept falling from the cloud of mist. He stretched out his hand, feeling the raindrops falling on his palm. For some reason, a strange emotion surged in his chest.

"Is this the rain of Earth?"

"Yes."

Qingzhao's voice sounded, and perhaps because of the mist and lightning, her voice sounded a little ethereal.

"Although it is not as good as the real rainstorm on Earth."

"Can this weather controller simulate other weather?"

"Of course, it can also control the thickness and number of clouds, creating cloudy or overcast days, and it can also adjust the temperature to imitate snowfall."

"Snowfall?"

"What are these for?"

"This."

In an instant, all the lights behind the door were lit, and a magnificent complex of buildings made Saul Tigh slowly widen his eyes.

It was not the largest complex of buildings Saul Tigh had ever seen, nor was it the most gorgeous, but it deeply attracted his attention because it was so complex, seemingly blending many cultural styles, all of which he could occasionally glimpse in the data.

Saul Tigh stepped into the door, and on the road ahead, dozens of arches of different styles were arranged in order along the road, from simple ones that seemed to be built only of a few red wooden poles, to those with complex carvings and marble pillars, and those with unique eaves and dense tiles.

Passing through the road, he came to the building complex.

He really couldn't describe the structure here, because many of them were not in his concept at all. The culture of the Empire was not monotonous, but it was surprisingly unified in some aspects, while what was expressed here was a more complex cultural form.

For example, a certain palace was majestic and magnificent, with very unique double eaves and flying eaves, as well as unique cloisters. Among them, the red walls and golden tiles, dragons and phoenixes danced, and paper-made lanterns seemed to hang on the walls. When Qingzhao manipulated the light to dim and imitate the night, the lit lanterns were like stars, setting off a solemn and mysterious atmosphere. At the same time, incense burners and giant tripods kept emitting wisps of smoke, as if many kings and subjects had just walked here not long ago.

Another palace seemed luxurious and noble, with Gothic spires and arches similar to those of the Empire reflecting each other, and Baroque sculptures shining in the artificial sunlight. The well-trimmed hedges and fountains in the garden dotted with it gave it a touch of life and vitality.

When turning into another palace with a tower-shaped spire, the interior decoration was exceptionally luxurious, with exquisite carvings and delicate mosaics that were breathtaking. At the same time, the hall was filled with a mixed fragrance of sandalwood and frankincense, making people feel peaceful and sacred. Every brick and tile revealed a strong religious color and mysterious atmosphere.

There were also palaces that were amazing for their grandeur, with huge stone pillars and indescribable statues showing the power of some ancient civilization. The walls of the palace were also engraved with many hieroglyphs.

These palace complexes are not only the intersection of civilizations, but also the epitome of history. Together, they constitute a once brilliant and diverse human civilization.

Moreover, in different weather environments, they can bring different feelings to people. Saul Tigh liked to sit under the eaves where heavy snow was falling, staring at the palaces with roofs covered by heavy snow. Only the rustling sound of falling snow could be heard in his ears, and he would involuntarily fall into the memory of human history, using another perspective to measure the past, present, and future.

".So, this is actually a museum, right?"

Hearing Saul Tigh's low murmur, Qingzhao appeared behind him, transformed into a long-sleeved palace dress.

"The departing travelers hoped that they could always remember the appearance of their home, even if they were likely never to return."

"Return... Humans can no longer return."

"But the direction can still be adjusted."

Saul Tigh raised his head and sighed softly. He stood up and shook the snow off his legs.

"No one can steer anymore, not even me."

"I'm talking about humans."

Saul Tigh turned around, looking at the artificial intelligence projection with a calm expression.

"Why do you think I can do better than the Emperor? I may not be suitable for your expectations."

"You are the person he chose. His views are rarely wrong."

"He? The Omnissiah? Or Grand Master Ananda?"

Saul Tigh smiled self-deprecatingly.

"In my life, I have been 'chosen' too many times. In fact, no one has ever considered whether I am willing or not?"

"Just my opinion, you are the commander, everything is up to you."

"That's what I like most about you, you have measure. It's a pity that I've encountered too many people who lack measure along the way. It seems they have to manage and ask about everything I do."

After saying that, Saul Tigh continued to tour this palace complex.

As a result, he found a unique building among them. It had no style, and looked like a mausoleum made of gray rock. In front of it stood a stone tablet with dozens of languages on it. Saul Tigh couldn't understand it, so he simply walked in.

After entering, he realized that there was something special inside. It actually combined various cultural decoration styles, and its main body was a long corridor. There were three steps on both sides of the corridor, densely filled with many statues.

Starting from people wearing primitive animal skins and rough clothes, to people wearing gorgeous robes, wearing different styles of armor, wearing religious clothes, and then to men and women wearing simple military uniforms or simple clothes, they had various actions. Some seemed to be hunting, some seemed to be singing, some were laughing, and some were full of sorrow.

At this time, Saul Tigh seemed to feel a wind blowing, a wind from tens of thousands of years ago, with lamentations and odes, brushing away the heavy dust of history, and showing him many things that had been buried.