"That mask."
Kayan suddenly pointed to the thing in Soshyan's hand.
"Keep it well...someone will come and take it away in the future."
"who?"
"I don't know either."
Soshyan was almost annoyed. He slapped his palms on the table and said loudly:
"Damn it! Why are you all, each of you speaking only half the words, all these damned riddles! If I am guilty, then the Emperor will punish me instead of letting you torture me with these damned words! "
Then, he pointed at Kayon and yelled.
"Today, you must shake off everything you know no matter what, otherwise I won't care what Brother Said's arrangements are, and I will throw you back into prison to rot!"
Soshiyang's toughness surprised Kayon. He hesitated for a moment, and then looked at Sol.
"Soshyan, don't push him, he really doesn't know."
"Instructor Sol——"
"The most important thing now is to find the flagship of your Legion. Abaddon's large-scale invasion is imminent and we don't have much time."
Sol's words were like a bucket of cold water poured on Soshiyang's head, making him calm down immediately.
Randall on the side asked curiously:
"Abaddon's massive invasion? What's going on?"
Kayan looked at him and calmly told Randall what he had said to Soshyan.
Twenty minutes later——
"The Thirteenth Black Crusade..."
Randall crossed his arms and looked serious.
"If what you say is true, then this will be the greatest threat the Imperium has faced since the Horus Heresy."
"I don't have to fool you at this point."
Kayan paced gently in the room, and then looked at Soshyan.
"Show me what you took from Armageddon."
"What?"
"If you want your flagship back, bring it to me."
Soshyan still frowned.
"Why are you so sure that you can help us find the Legion flagship?"
"Because, the Spirit of Vengeance was the first one I found. Is this reason enough?"
Soshiyang thought for a while. Apart from Fentian, the only thing left from Armageddon was the stone carving with unknown meaning.
So he asked someone to bring the things in and put them on the table.
"This thing..."
Kayon touched the rough stone carving with a strange expression, as if he saw something that shouldn't exist.
"I tried it and it was just a rock."
Soshyan on the side described the process of his persistence.
"Whether I use my own ability or use other equipment, the result of the inspection is the same, it is just a stone."
"Of course you can't know the truth about it."
Kayan shook his head contemptuously, as if Soshyan was telling a joke.
"You can't even analyze what it's made of."
"Sounds like you know?"
"This thing is called the original stone. The original stone is the material used by the ancient saints to build a silent sanctuary for meditation. Its greatest function is to isolate all prophecies, divination and memory retrieval."
Hearing this, Soshyan suddenly thought that he seemed to have encountered a similar material in the Tomb of the Ork Tyrant, but Veronica did not know the name of this material.
Unexpectedly, it was related to the ancient saint.
"So how do you interpret it?"
Faced with Soshyan's inquiry, Kayan stepped forward and opened his hands.
"Psychic energy."
Before he finished speaking, he and the original stone floated in mid-air at the same time, and then a seemingly invisible light extended from his forehead and submerged into the original stone.
The moment he closed his eyes, Kayon found himself in a domed quiet room with a pale interior. The quiet room was not closed. Its ceiling was supported by twenty-four pillars. The quiet room was surrounded by many crystal tree.
The trees towered against the blurry light of the sky, and flat paths wound through the shimmering forest, their paths unknown even to those who walked over them.
At the same time, a silent song echoed in the dome, neither heard nor seen, but painfully missed when not heard.
The sky is filled with the ghosts of past and future years, for it is a place of death and, perversely, of immortality.
Khayon walked into the Crystal Forest because he found a darkness among the glowing crystal trees.
At this moment, he had returned to his appearance before he became an Astartes, with a slightly childish face, bright eyes that were narrow and oval, and black hair hanging loosely on his thin shoulders.
And he was only wearing a long ocher-red cloak and a black cloth coat, with a yellowing strip of cloth tied around his waist.
After walking only a few steps, his right hand rested on the trunk of a crystal tree.
The structure of the tree was filled with shimmering lights, and there seemed to be a peaceful face swimming in the depths of the tree.
While deep in thought, a long staff made of the same material appeared in his hand, with a snake wrapped around it, exuding dangerous power.
As he went deep into the crystal forest,
The vision came again, stronger than before.
There were things he didn't actually say to Soshyan - no matter how hard he tried, a period of chaos was destined to come to the galaxy, but it was equally significant.
The crystal forest began to shake and vibrate. Kayon let himself float and felt himself flying higher and faster.
Although his spirit felt neither warm nor cold, the thought of passing through the dancing ghosts of the dome and entering the cold, dark space still gave him a shiver.
Stars flashed past him as he traveled through time, then he saw the echoes of ancient races lost to legend, then the immense energy of new races forging their destinies among the stars.
Then he saw humanity, spreading like a virus across the sky, conquering the solar system from the cradle of their birth, then exploding across the galaxy in a vast crusade, absorbing the lost fragments of their early days, and ruthlessly destroying those who stand in their way.
The sheer bellicosity and arrogance of this endeavor shocked Khayon, and what followed was the death of the Empire, the bloody apocalypse where the Lords of Darkness and the Lords of Light battled.
after
He saw the rise of the warriors, the betrayal of the apostles, their future was war and death, blood and terror, but they would still move on, believing in their own superiority and immortality.
Despite the bloodshed and despair, there is hope.
Glittering embers of an uncertain future in the darkness, its light surrounds amorphous distortion-generated monsters with huge, yellowing fangs and claws.
Khayon saw them wishing to extinguish the light, and as he looked at the fading dream of the future, he saw what might be.
