Dante took the data pad and looked at it for a while, then sighed and placed it on the table.
"Abaddon launched a large-scale invasion of Paidu, and this happened more than a year ago."
Then he pressed his arms on the table, leaned towards Mephisto, and said:
"Are you worried that the Black Legion will unleash this demon?"
"If nothing else, this is inevitable."
"But you don't look very nervous."
"Well, I asked someone to inquire and found out that the Astral Knights, Blood Angels, and White Templars all went to the Paiji Planet."
"Astral Knight."
Dante blinked but said nothing.
Mephisto looked at his chapter leader and immediately determined that the other party must know something, because the other party did not have any doubts about the Astral Knights going to the Pavilion Star - the Astral Knights had been there for a long time Something feels wrong.
"So what do you think, Mephisto."
"I want to go to Pai Shang Star, even if I am alone."
But Dante shook his head and rejected the think tank's proposal.
"The war group has just completed the task of clearing out the Genestealer Sect. The soldiers are still repairing. What's the point of going alone? Since all three war groups are involved, it means that things will not get very bad, not to mention This place is so far away from the Pai Shang Star, and things will probably be over by the time you arrive."
"I have a way to get there quickly, just give me a frigate."
Dante still disagreed.
"We have to trust our fellow combat brothers that they can handle these things."
"No, Chapter Master, to be honest, I have my doubts about the Astral Knights."
Dante was stunned for a few seconds, then asked:
"Why?"
"They are abnormal, not in behavior or mentality, but in feeling. Their warrior styles are very different, as if they are several battle groups from different cultures blended together. I have dealt with people from the Death Watch, The two feel very similar to me.”
Dante looked at his think tank and sighed slightly.
"They have their own missions and tasks, Mephisto, there is no need for you to doubt them now."
Mephisto looked at his chapter leader with burning eyes, and then suddenly stood up.
"Then Chapter Master, I personally apply to go to the Alliance of Suffering. I want to talk to Malakin of the Lamenters."
"Give me a good reason."
Mephisto knew that he had to convince his Chapter Master with irrefutable facts. After all, it was good to be feared from time to time - people would always pay attention to his actions.
Then, the think tank waved to summon his winged servitor: it flapped its wings and flew out of the fragrant shadows, struggling to hold the heavy metal tray in its hands.
Mephisto took the tray and placed it gently under the slowly rotating holographic star map.
As the star map swirled, the lines and points twisted by the stream of light shone on the smooth tray. Dante leaned forward and studied the obscure lines engraved on the metal, as well as the strings of symbols and scattered patterns. His eyes widened in surprise.
"The original body's divination disk is really completely different from when I first gave it to you."
Mephisto was not happy, these words seemed to spurt out from a corner of his mind - a corner of which he had no understanding.
It took him more than ten years to decipher those words and sentences, to decipher the mysterious connections between fragments of words and obscure illustrations, and even some parts still elude him.
Most of the symbols were intricate carvings, and the remaining vague and rough symbols left some impression on him - he vaguely remembered how he bent his fingers to make the marks, using his cracked nails and bloody fingertips as pens. Brush, writing frantically and continuously, unable to stop.
A corner of the divination disk is engraved with a pattern similar to the holographic star map shining in the sky. The gaps between the coordinates and intersections of the star map are filled with rows of fine traces - pieces of poetry and poetry wrapped in dense and complex network lines. Mathematical equations.
After looking at it for a while, Mephisto reached out and pointed at a symbol - a square with nine wings.
"This is the perfect point where my thoughts converge, and all the research over the years finally leads to this point - to this place."
Following the clue, his finger left the symbol and pointed to an article written in an ancient language.
The messy scrawl was twisted and ugly, originating from the madness flowing in the warp, and Mephisto knew that only he could decipher it.
"Signus."
"Is it...Signus One?"
Dante is no stranger to this name. The Blood Angels' preservation of historical archives is the best among many founding groups. There are many shocking secrets hidden in the ancient and deep library of Baal Moon.
Mephisto nodded and turned his attention to the text again.
"An almost forgotten world. The Empire no longer has any information about it. But in fact, it was not completely destroyed. It was just transferred to the Ghoul Star by some unknown force."
As he spoke, he glanced at Dante.
"All dreams and divination results are warning me, warning me not to ignore the undercurrent rolling here."
"What does it have to do with the Weeper?"
Mephisto raised his hand and pointed elsewhere on the tray, his fingertips poking at a small engraving - it was a flame painted in a freehand style.
"I spent some time searching for some clues about the Lamenters in various places. This chapter was established when the Cursed Army was founded, and their first mission after its establishment was to attack someone in the Ghoul Sector. An expedition is launched in a time occupied by aliens.”
Dante frowned and tapped his fingers on the table.
"Go on."
"Since that expedition, there have been some strange signs in this chapter. For example, their successive chapter leaders have been called the Watchers of the Abyss, and there has never been Blood Thirst or Black Rage in the chapter."
"The pharmacists have engaged with them and found nothing wrong ... nothing special."
"Lord, do you remember what happened to Signus One?"
Dante nodded, of course he knew what had happened.
At the end of the Great Crusade, Sanguinius received a mission from Warmaster Horus: to recapture the Signus Cluster from the alien invasion and liberate humanity from its oppressors.
However. When they arrived, they found that the entire galaxy had been swallowed up by the daemonic corruption of the Chaos Gods. In particular, a Grand Keeper of Slaanesh who called himself Kyris the Twister led the Blood Angels into a completely demonic world. World, Signus One.
The entire operation was actually a trap for Horus to try to eliminate Sanguinius. The Blood Angels were caught off guard and suffered heavy losses, but they eventually regrouped and defeated the Daemon Legion.
But a greater threat soon appeared. The bloodthirsty demon Ka'banha appeared and began to attack the Ninth Legion. Although it was still thwarted by the powerful Sanguinius, the influence of Khorne's power began to affect the Legion. Spreading inside, red thirst kept appearing on every warrior.
At this time, Chaos began to seduce Sanguinius, claiming that if he chose to join Chaos, he would cure the Ninth Legion's red thirst.
The kind-hearted Sanguinius hesitated. At this moment, Melos, the Legion Apothecary, jumped into the trap directly on his behalf and told his father not to give up hope.
The sacrifice of Melos alerted Sanguinius, and he never considered any of the demon's proposals again, and completely defeated the demon and redeemed the Legion.
"...If the Lamenters were in dire straits in a certain world, and the warriors began to produce red thirst and black rage on a large scale, would it be very consistent with the situation of the legion at that time?"
Dante looked at Mephisto and stopped tapping on the table.
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