Looking back ten thousand years ago, when he was still a child, with the ambition of an elder and the wisdom of a wise man, he looked at the streets and alleys of the City of Light with eyes that had not yet witnessed the war.
Starlight illuminated the hot night, and although the evening breeze made it difficult to breathe, it also dried the fine beads of sweat on the skin.
“What if they reject us?”
another kid asked him.
"Then I'll be an explorer."
At that time he replied arrogantly:
"I am going to venture into the wasteland and build a new city for Prospero."
The other boys still looked hesitant.
"But we must join the Legion, Iskander. Any other dream will only disappoint our family."
"I won't fail."
He then used his telekinesis to summon a cup filled with water from across the table, spilling some of it while the other boys could only lean forward and reach for their own cups.
He could sense the faint jealousy in other people's hearts, but still didn't say a word.
Ten years later, he is no longer a child.
They are great warriors.
Bolters roared, swords screamed, and their purpose in life was to bring all living beings under their feet.
And their father's power was so dazzling that it hurt just to look at him.
The crimson giant strode through the battle lines, swinging his sword towards the alien city in the distance.
"Destroy them!!!"
The boy who had joined the legion with him stood beside him, charging side by side, donning their helmets in unison.
Their father wanted the city to disappear before sunset, and so it must.
More than ten years later, they stood disgraced in a huge palace as grand as an arena, listening to Horus tell every detail of Terra's imminent destruction.
The tactical analysis has ended and this is the climax of the speech.
But some of the Warmaster's superhuman talents have faded, and he no longer inspires his warriors to the same level as he once did, encouraging back-and-forth verbal exchanges between warriors in order to share their opinions and plan tactics together.
Tonight, there were very few similar exchanges. Horus always talked too much and listened too little.
Didn't he realize that everyone in this hall had their own purpose? Doesn't he know that this war has other meanings for other people?
he does not know.
Hatred coursed through his veins, and Horus smugly assumed that everyone else was as whiny as he was.
But he was wrong.
Soldiers from several legions stood side by side, and the wolf god Horus showed the confidence and majesty of a god in his words.
He talked of triumphs, painted hopes, and boasted of what it would be like to see the Wall of Eternity reduced to ashes.
But he didn't care in the audience and turned around to leave...
"Ahriman!!!"
He had shouted the name ten times, but maybe he couldn't hear it, or maybe he didn't want to pay attention at all. The once familiar president of the Black Crow Society just raised his hands to the sky surrounded by ghosts and roared at the top of his lungs.
The three wizards in the inner circle could not resist this terrifying power and turned into raging wizard fire. The other two were torn into pieces. Their bodies collapsed like grains of sand and were annihilated by Ahriman's brutal mental power. All.
The place he was in had become the core of the storm.
The names were recited one by one, and hundreds of wizards stopped praying and looked at each other in horror.
He was very angry, but he could not kill Ahriman with sorcery. This would only make the etheric core go out of control, and the burst of energy would kill everyone.
The dense energy around him began to emit dangerous arcs into the sky. He tried to shoot the damn bastard, but the strong wind blew the bullet away without a trace.
This ritual, the scarlet letter of Ahriman, is teetering on the edge of failure.
He had already foreseen all this, and the battle ax Sheen cut through the air beside him, bringing another wound to this miserable world.
"Kill this madman!"
Their company commander shouted orders in the face of the violent hurricane,
A flash of lightning flashed across the edge of the pyramid, cracking like a whip and shaking the entire building.
The crazy rainbow light blinded one wizard's eyes, and the other fell to the ground.
"kill him!"
With every heartbeat more warriors leapt out of the tunnel.
"Kill Ahriman!!!"
The chorus of dozens of bolters was like a dragon's cry of despair, but nothing hit, not a single shot.
Ahriman was still shouting to the sky, and Mekari, his companion, was approaching him step by step with difficulty.
The wizard stretched out his hand with all his strength, and the twisted metal fingers were only one centimeter away from the chief think tank's throat, but the scarlet letter was already completed.
A huge wave of energy surged out from Ahriman's body, and he heard Merika's miserable scream. It was not until the last moment that he realized that he had failed.
Then went Mekari, his closest friend.
They never sleep again.
The brother who was fighting with him at the top of the pyramid a second ago suddenly fell silent under the gaze of Sotearius's unfamiliar stars.
Mekari stood silently, then his hand fell silently.
He looked at the familiar figure, but could no longer sense the presence of his best friend. It felt like you were standing in front of a mirror, but the person in the mirror no longer looked back at you.
Even though the armor is still standing, everything has changed.
The warriors collapsed to the ground one after another, and the Cortallan-style crown fell to the glass floor, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading everywhere.
Mekari's T-shaped eyepiece was still open, and he nodded slightly to the visitor.
Someone, in the distance, calling...
"Kayon."
"Kayon!?"
Looking at the figure walking out from the side, Soshiyang was greatly surprised. The prisoner who was supposed to be in the prison now appeared in a swaggering robe.
"How will you be here?"
Soshiyang drew out his sword and pointed it at the opponent, and Gray Marrow was activated immediately.
Kayon ignored him, but walked to the iron coffin, pointed at the thing and said:
"It let me out."
"What?"
"Don't be surprised. I made a deal with him. I will help you find your flagship, and you-"
The amber-skinned Kayan turned his bald head and stared at Soshyan with his deep eyes.
"When you enter the dark city of Commorragh, you must help me find someone."
"I've never heard of this deal."
Soshyan did not put down his sword.
"I won't go to Comoros either."
"You will go, sooner or later."
"I cannot believe the words of a Chaos traitor."
Kayon burst into laughter as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
"Hahaha! Is this what you, who has taken in the prophet of the Eighth Legion, say? Soshyan, Soshyan, your face is thicker than the walls of the Terra Palace."
"you--"
Soshyan was suddenly speechless, but he still tried to refute the other party.
"At least Talos did not commit himself to Chaos, but you are a major member of the Black Legion!"
"Is the difference between the two just a figment of your imagination?"
"Okay, stop arguing."
Thor walked between the two and gently pressed Soshyan's sword with his hand.
"Soshyan, you can trust me for the time being, I will be your guarantee."
Soshyan could only withdraw his sword.
"Kayon, tell me, what exactly is Brother Said?"
Kayon spread his hands and shrugged.
"I don't know either. What I can tell you is...its existence is related to subspace."
Soshyan, who had received too much information today, was a little confused. He couldn't understand what Kayan was referring to. In short, the situation was beyond his control.
In other words, everything was never under his control?
