Wanderer——
This is a word that Soshyan's father found from the vast family library.
After his various investigations, it became clear that at the end of the Great Crusade, a civilization called the "Wanderers" did exist.
This is a nomadic space civilization, composed of humans and other alien races. It is also an extremely rare civilization in which humans can coexist peacefully with aliens. They use fleets as their homes, dragging huge energy collectors in different galaxies. Wandering around.
Faced with the expansion of the human empire, they chose to escape and stay away from the galaxies that the human empire had already occupied.
But by the end of the Great Crusade, there was not much room for them to escape, and the Emperor had lost patience with this civilization that coexisted with the xenos.
A strike fleet composed of the Emperor's Children and the Iron Hands Legion began to pursue the Wanderer, and eventually destroyed it completely.
This is the origin of the family recorded in Soshyan's father's first notebook. They are likely to be descendants of a certain human group in the Wandering Fleet, who left the fleet on the eve of the destruction of civilization and surrendered to the empire.
After reading this, Soshyan felt that he needed to go to Sol to verify whether there was such a civilization back then.
But in his heart, he already felt that the father's research was accurate.
After rubbing his head, Soshyan stood up, poured himself another glass of wine, then sat back on the chair and took out a second notebook.
"Originally, I thought that the history of our family ended here, that this was the end of everything, but one day, I saw the three names of Ullano in a battlefield notebook said to be written by the fifteenth ancestor. A word..."
"What!"
With a crash, Soshyan almost jumped up from his chair and almost knocked over his wine glass.
He never thought that this term would appear in his father's notebook.
After calming down a little, he sat down and continued to read the contents of his notes.
This notebook mostly records his father's research on that ancestor.
According to the above records, it is known that the fifteenth generation ancestor was once a member of the Ullanor Expeditionary Army and an officer, but his purpose in joining the legion seemed to be not only to gain glory and status.
He seemed to have planned to go to Ullanor from the beginning, and joining the army was just a free ride.
But he did not disclose more details in his battlefield notes. It was just based on Soshyan's father's speculation that this ancestor should be going to Ullanno to find something.
At the same time, in the battlefield notes, the fifteenth generation ancestor also hinted at another thing.
The Emperor seemed to be looking for something on Ullanor.
Soshyan read this notebook very carefully, and accordingly spent more time on it. He spent all his sleeping time on it.
When he saw the last page, his father left a message.
"...Based on my research on the notes of my fifteenth generation ancestor, I boldly speculated that he must have left a more detailed record, but it was hidden. I wanted to look for it, but spent a lot of time but found nothing. Put the ancestor's original manuscript at the end, maybe you can decipher it."
Soshyan closed the notebook and dug out the fifth notebook from the box - it was different from the first four, smaller and thinner, and easier to ignore.
Its cover is light yellow, looks more decayed, and has signs of being rebinded.
He thought about it and decided to read the third one and deal with this one last.
Time passes bit by bit...
, Storm Star Territory, Mining World Safinius
Mechanicus apprentice Falla doesn't remember sleeping with him, but it did happen.
This is understandable, after all, no one can stay awake for long after hard work in the eternal twilight and sleepless nights in the dark, not to mention the heavy work at hand.
He was dreaming, he was sure of that, for he was back in the silver-grey cave of his nightmare.
He comes here night after night, trapped in an endless cycle of terror.
The experience never changed, there was no respite, only the dark premonition of a nightmarish flight from the claws of those multi-jointed creatures with polished steel claws hammering against the rock.
Da da da--
The cave was still that strange silver color, wet and sparkling, and that omnipresent threat lurked right in front of us.
He knew that the surface walls of the cave only seemed solid, he knew what lay behind that fragile film of reality, and he couldn't possibly not know it.
Looming figures danced around him like puffs of smoke.
He hurried through the cave, expecting at any moment the walls would begin to peel away, revealing the corruption beneath.
He heard sounds, but they meant nothing to him and he could not answer.
With every step he took, he felt like he was being guided, but he couldn't tell who or what was guiding him.
The premonition was almost unbearable, like the blade of a guillotine hanging barely above the back of his neck.
Falla wished he could wake up, but he had long known that he had no power to control the inevitable development of this horrific scene.
Sure enough, he heard a gentle scratching sound, like a rat inside the wall.
Ta, tap, tap—
Falla suddenly started running, and he heard the scratching sound of claws over and over again.
Ta, ta, ta, ta, ta, ta, ta, ta, ta, ta, ta, ta, ta...
The sounds were louder now, coming from all around him.
This is a new nightmare, a more terrifying nightmare.
Then, as if flames had ignited the papier-mâché inside the walls, the walls began to disintegrate, turn black, and spiral away like dying embers.
The walls peeled away from the familiar rusty grid that held them up, and the terrifying void behind them was revealed again.
It was like the depths of a heavily polluted ocean, filled with the filth and sludge of an entire species.
What's inside is parasitic, a horrific byproduct of some alien species that hates humans.
Falla again heard the claws of the demons that were hunting him tearing their way, and he immediately started running.
This time, they weren't just behind him, they were on all sides of him.
The wall in front of him bulged, as if something pressed its unnatural body against the barbed wire. Faya saw many gleaming sharp claws and green eyes, and the pupils on each eye were like a stripe. Onyx dagger.
The crack opened wider and wider, and a group of beasts with shiny steel claws rushed into the cave.
Their blades shone with a murderous light, their bodies were like some kind of arthropods, their oval and narrow heads kept howling, and their limbs seemed to be cut off from some huge beast.
These beasts have skulls that look like metal, skin that glows wetly, and long tongues with mouthparts that stretch and retract in mouths full of fangs.
Falla kept running, and the beast followed closely behind him, stalking him and teasing him.
They could catch him and kill him at any time, but the hunt was just too much fun.
He could feel their hot breath rushing over him, sour and empty.
After all this time, Falla knew there was only one way to escape.
He ran forward, hoping with each breathless step he would reach the giant stone gate with the strange symbol on it.
Only within that gate can shelter be provided.
Just when those sharp claws almost reached him, a sound of flapping wings sounded from inside the giant door.
Falla woke up, the cries of the monsters echoing in his ears.
Nothing seems to have changed.
Suddenly, he trembled violently because he saw a wet skin hanging on the window of his bedroom, a skin of a twisted creature, which was torn off the body alive, still exuding heat and dripping with blood.
He almost screamed, but then he calmed down and quickly rolled up the leather and hid it, erasing all traces.
But he knew that this would not be hidden for long, and those monster groups would definitely try to vent their anger.
Things seem to be getting worse...
