"Horus."
Malcador breathed hard:
"There are things in this galaxy that you don't understand, just because you don't need to understand, and that knowledge will eat away at your heart, you know? Just like your brothers."
Horus, still trembling, took a moment to stagger to his feet and take a step forward.
The Sealmaster was still fiddling with his simple robes and the ancient technology collar around his neck absentmindedly.
"You cannot see clearly what we are doing to you because you are too focused on what you think you deserve, your earthly concept of no sacrifice, and it is in that way that you can sublimate..."
Horus's hand was close to the hilt of his sword in the sheath at his waist, its prongs shaped like the wings of an eagle, shining with gold, and in the center was the all-seeing Eye of Terra.
"And this, this is why humans cannot be ruled by supermen! Your concerns are different from those of mortals. Mortals must eat, sleep, love, fear, and finally... die. People will never understand the immortality you are born with. If If you can't see this truth clearly, then you are all the fallacies I need to prove."
The sword's energy field activated the moment it was unsheathed, and the Khan shook his head and held down Horus' arm.
"Calm down, brother, and think about where you are standing."
Horus's expression was still gloomy, and he stared at the fragile old man in front of him.
Then he raised his sword high and thrust it into the table.
The tip of the sword pierced the hardened wood and completely penetrated the floor below.
"I despise you!"
Horus spat at the Sealbearer.
"You and this shadowy bureaucratic council, people like you have no qualifications to rule. An empire ruled by mortals would be... that... that would be..."
"That's exactly what your father wanted."
Malcador took a deep breath, looking extremely tired.
"Leave here, Horus, and return to the expeditions and killings you deeply love. You will have your moment of glory, I promise you."
Soshyan lowered his head and saw
Half a meter away from the debate table, the Eye of Terra and the Sky Eagle were turned upside down into a strange symbol, like some kind of terrible omen.
Looking at this scene, Soshiyang had a lot of thoughts in his heart. The witnesses of this kind of history have long since disappeared. Just like his original body, they were lost in the torrent of history and no one knows about it.
But recalling Horus's words, Soshyan could not help but have doubts.
Is mortal rule a failure or a success?
Judging from the outcome of the debate between Malcador and Horus, it seems that Malcador won.
Just as he was meditating, the whole world shattered again. He was still in that hall, and Brahma lay quietly in his palm.
The material of this weapon is neither gold nor stone, but has the texture of amber. It is engraved with mysterious carvings, and there is a gap in the center of the head.
Soshyan blinked and noticed that the size of the opening was similar to something, so he took out the red talisman.
After comparing them, they found that they were exactly the same size, so he carefully put the red amulet into the gap.
Before he let go, Fentian heard a soft click and locked the red amulet by himself.
Suddenly, those silent constructs revived again, but the flashing red light on their heads turned into a relatively peaceful green light.
Although he didn't know what happened, Soshyan guessed that he probably obtained the command authority of these constructs, and Loken had already touched them.
"Guigui, if you take this thing out and replace it with a sage, it will be -"
As a result, as soon as he touched one of them, he suddenly began to tremble violently, and at the same time, sparks from the electric shock could be seen on his robotic arm.
"Let it go."
As soon as Soshiyang gave the command, Loken's shaking finally stopped, and he collapsed to the ground with smoke all over his body.
"Good, so good——"
After seeing that Loken was fine, Soshyan turned around, only to find that all the warriors were staring at him.
Then, Mark was the first to kneel down on one knee, followed by other warriors.
Soshyan felt the weight on his shoulders, and the past history was weighing heavily on him. If the hallucinations at that time were really memories of the past, then their original body had voluntarily sacrificed for the Empire.
And this sacrifice will eventually bear fruit on them.
Thinking of this, although Soshiyang was thinking a lot, he didn't know what to say.
Finally, he raised Brahma and said in a deep voice:
"The undead army will last forever!"
"The undead army exists forever! The undead army exists forever!"
The soldiers shouted in unison.
"Huh? It seems... there is something else."
Suddenly, Soshyan heard Loken's surprised voice behind him. He turned around and saw the Tech-priest groping under the base of the statue.
Soon he found a button on the relief and pressed it gently.
Just hearing a slight transmission sound, the base opened a hidden compartment and delivered a rusty box.
Soshyan walked over immediately, and Loken gave up his position knowingly.
He knelt down, pulled out the last latch, and reached out to open the lid.
The upper board covered the entire box and was as thick as the palm of his hand. Soshyan reached under it and gently pushed it open.
At the same time, he smelled stale dust rushing out of the opening and felt a sudden unease.
But eventually he pushed the lid back.
Loken stretched his neck out of curiosity, only to see a bulky object in the box, wrapped in what looked like a coarse cloth bag.
Soshyan pulled a knife from his boot and started cutting. He saw what was inside, but he didn't stop until every piece of fabric had been cut and removed, just to make sure.
Finally, he stood up straight and stared down at what he had just unwrapped.
"what is that?"
Mark asked curiously.
Soshyan did not answer immediately. A strange feeling of horror surged through his body, blocking his words.
When he finally spoke, his voice sounded intrusive.
"There's nothing in there."
Mark walked over to the box, looked inside, and saw what Soshyan had seen.
"ah."
Inside the box was a large piece of stone, perhaps granite, just like the most common stone in the ground, even with some cracks at the edges.
It occupies most of the space inside the box, with a slender tapered shape at one end and a mottled, rough oval shape at the other end, like a drop of water.
This may be a piece of a building, as if it was discarded from some ancient building into the wind and sand. The only thing special is that there is a line of words engraved on it in Gothic -
[Glory and shame are hidden deep in Pandora's box]
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