"I saw clusters of stars."
The lone-eyed giant sitting on the throne overlooks the distance, and thousands of worlds in the Milky Way seem to be in its eyes.
"The stars held hands hand in hand, following the repeated orbits and laws, dancing gracefully in the sky and earth paved by the Milky Way. I also saw the crown surrounding the celestial sphere. The nebulae that came in like a tide drowned me, and the calm tide turned into Overcoming the turbulent waves in the great sea, I swam against the waves and swallowed the flowing clouds until the dream quietly left me."
The halls of the Lone-Eyed Giant are endless and as ever-changing as his words.
The electric light spirals surrounding him were intertwined, turning into thick books and wildly changing thunder cages, dragging all living beings in the world in front of him. In the colorful lanterns in the distance, there were jumping programs and knowledge, which looked like belonging to The flat tones of some gorgeous hymn.
Tubek looked past the dazzling light and the rows of red-letter warriors standing solemnly. He waved the crooked staff in his hand to push aside the huge soldiers in front of him, eager to step forward to see his lord.
"Give way, give way."
That solitary-eyed giant was none other than the Scarlet King—Magnus the Red, the demon primarch who commanded the fifteen legions and the prophecy of the Thousand Sons.
"Darkness drives transformation."
Magnus continued to chant.
"Darkness, confusion and fear, lack of understanding of things, are all endless catalysts."
As the chanting became louder and louder, Magnus's body expanded and rose, his towering torso rising above the thundering black clouds. Even the most powerful wizards under him were staggered by the overwhelming energy. , involuntarily reaching out to cover his eyes.
"When humans first looked away from the soil and turned their eyes to the sky, what did they see? What was reflected in their eyes was madness! Besides, what other words could they use to describe their How do they feel? When the sun, their scorching god, sinks into the horizon, what else can they think about? They think that the Lord of Light has abandoned them, abandoned them forever! The great father has betrayed them, and life has come to an end. , the light has gone out! But after dusk was completely swallowed up by the night, the eyes of our ancestors reflected the boundless sea of stars covering the night sky. When such a magnificent and majestic scene fell into their hearts, what would they think? How should they explain the various stars floating in the sky? How should they understand the bright full moon? Where will their thoughts go?"
Magnus laughed loudly and leaned into the throne with a bright light.
He gradually shrank in size until he was almost the same size as the Astartes subordinates beneath him.
"They asked questions and searched for answers. They must have felt the hunger and thirst that always exists in the hearts of you and me - the hunger for knowledge. As far back as that time, and even further forward, mankind must have felt the hunger that is waiting to emerge on the road ahead. Faith, even though it was so crude at that time - they understood it, and you and I understood it, just as we have always understood that you and I did not cower in the dust, be fascinated by the greatness of the universe, and worship them. Fool! We are conquerors and rulers! We are destined to understand, understand everything, take off the shackles of ignorance, and bathe in the warm sun of cause and effect. This is our destiny and destiny. We can only reject it. Only then can it be called betrayal.”
The wizards nodded in agreement.
"I have traveled across the great sea, crossing domains and stars as many times as the sands of the vast sea. Just because of my innate talent, just because I completed the instructions given to us, I have been exiled, which is immeasurable. Years and centuries flew by, and I finally understood the guilt that belonged to me back then - it was not a shameful betrayal, or exposure to forbidden knowledge. None of this was my fault! Hypocritical humility, lack of Ambition, suppression and obliteration of one’s own heart, these are my problems! I don’t need to feel ashamed, and neither do you.”
The body of the lone-eyed giant began to rise again, and the skin all over his body became darker and darker, filled with the power of transformation.
"We will never apologize for our existence again!!!"
The words turned into a roar filled with rising rhymes. The sound waves impacted the wizards standing around in the hall, forcing them to hold on to the ax handles in their hands to support themselves.
Then, the sound wave that continued to advance crashed into the neatly lined up red letter warriors, causing them to stagger.
"We are the beginning!!!"
As the melody reached its climax, the entire throne room turned into a whirlpool of colors.
Tubek struggled to maintain the integrity of his spiritual body and resist the violent thunder extending in all directions.
At this moment, he was blind and unable to stand up. He could only squeeze the cane in his hand tightly as if holding a life-saving straw.
As always, this imminent threat tended to bring to mind an old and cliched memory - the simple training he had gone through before becoming an Astartes, thousands of years ago during the Great Crusade, they called it Examples - they are simple psychic tricks, tools used to test the limits of human potential.
Magnus gave them the answer - humans must plunge into the highest heaven and soak their limbs and bones with its serous fluid, otherwise they will be swallowed up by their own ignorance.
Tubek murmured the ancient incantation he had learned when he was a young acolyte on Tizka—the words that freed his soul from its physical form.
After a few breaths, the lone-eyed giant sat down again, and the wizards with swaying candlelight gradually calmed down and rebuilt their psychic bodies.
The Scarlet Letter warriors stepped back unconsciously and quietly picked up the bolters that fell into the dust, as if nothing had happened.
The wizards had long been accustomed to the Red Devil's impassioned speeches and immediately resumed their interrupted discussion.
Magnus was more than happy to argue with his men who wouldn't argue with him.
Seeing the opportunity coming, Tubek pushed towards the towering throne. For the first time since he entered the hall, he could see Magnus's face clearly——
The appearance he presented to everyone was somewhat human-like, but why did he choose this face?
Nostalgia or ridicule?
The laws of physics and even all the laws in the material universe cannot restrain such a powerful demon. Although Magnus can transform his appearance at will, he still chose this image - the muscular knots covered by the scarlet skin of a warrior. It was bulging and covered with gilded armor from top to bottom. It was obvious that he had no intention of covering up.
Magnus was not ashamed of his ever-changing appearance, nor did he intend to hide the impact of the great sea on himself: a pair of broad wings glowing with rainbow light shone behind him, hanging a stone made of lapis lazuli and coral. Hanging ornaments, no mortal can look directly at the psychedelic and intense color.
A pair of powerful sharp claws are attached to the end of his thick legs, and a pair of spectacular and huge sharp horns grow on his wild and noble one-eyed head. No matter what plans the Emperor had for Magnus' future, they are now gone. It has become a passing cloud.
Magnus was majestic and magnificent, with wisdom and light lingering around him, like a god.
"grown ups!"
Tubek shouted as he squeezed past the last row of scarlet warriors and approached the group of wizards standing around them.
The company commanders turned their heads one after another, their expressions cold and filled with contempt.
It has been quite a while since Tubek last attended an internal meeting.
Thousands of organizational changes and betrayals of allegiance had taken place, and Tubek was considered a failure, a relic cast by the light of giants and wasted by the uncertain times.
