"Hmm...is this? Flame, sacred flame...winged monster? That should be what it means...cold blood...a sleeping giant .....What is all this and what?”
The more he looked at it, the more confused his tone became.
Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at his companion.
"Don't you think these clues have anything to do with the Web Channel?"
"You just need to tell what you see, and let the wizards take care of the rest."
"To be honest, I don't even know how to describe it in words. It's probably... there is a place burning with sacred flames underground. There is a gate guarded by a winged monster. Behind the gate sleeps a... The giant beast needs cold blood to awaken it..."
"that's all?"
"That's it, what else?"
As he spoke, the corpse examiner's eyes stayed in the shadow of the house for a while, and then he quickly raised his head.
"Wait, it looks like we're not alone."
Thor immediately heard the sound of a bolter being cocked, followed by the roar of the Chaos Lord.
"Guards, get to the anatomy room right away, right now!"
A heavily armed squad burst into the room.
"Spread out and find the hider!"
But Thor had exited the room long before the corpse defender peered into the shadows.
He returned to the way he came, silently left the road where the candlestick was placed, kicked open a maintenance hatch, fell into a pile of wires and circuits, and then quickly left the temple.
He has gained enough today and needs to contact Soshyan from behind.
After leaving the temple, Thor walked for an hour, avoiding the patrols on the road, and came to a hidden cave underground. Inside, a tall figure was on guard.
"Welcome, Captain Thor."
After the red dot of the scanner crossed Thor's body, YT-001's dry voice sounded.
"Open the long-range encrypted communicator. I need to send some information to Soshyan."
The cyborg obeyed Thor's order, took out a lightweight communicator from the metal backpack behind him, and set the encryption parameters.
Thor walked to the communicator and began to enter two messages.
The first one reminds Soshyan that the bodies of the fallen soldiers must be recovered no matter what, because there are corpse discerners in the Black Legion.
The second one is to ask him to ask Veronica if the Eldar have any special flames, which are mainly used underground.
About five minutes later, Soshyan's reply came.
The first one is no problem.
As for the second item, after asking Veronica, I learned that the Eldar have a kind of ice flame, which is used underground in some ancient garden worlds. It is mainly used to worship a god of their race who symbolized death in ancient times, but this The gods have been lost for a long time. Before the great fall, they no longer had many believers, and even their names were lost.
One of the characteristics of this kind of flame is that it absorbs the surrounding heat, so once it is ignited, the surrounding area will be plunged into extreme cold and it will be difficult to extinguish.
After reading this information, Thor turned off the communicator and fell into deep thought.
YT-001 on the side remained motionless, as if it had fallen into stillness.
I don't know how long it took, but Sol sighed softly, took two steps back, and sat on a polished stone.
"Light the fire."
YT-001 raised his arm, and then a bright light flashed, and the extinguished bonfire beside Thor was rekindled. The light dispelled the darkness and illuminated the stone chamber again.
Thor has been using this place as a shelter for four days. He knows that this is the last day and he will give up here later and go deeper underground to find an area with abnormal temperature.
After sitting by the campfire for a while, and seemingly absorbing enough heat, Thor looked at YT-001.
"You are from the Great Crusade era, right?"
The cyborg did not move, but responded hoarsely:
"Sorry, the production date has been erased."
Sol smiled and said meaningfully:
“It’s a miracle that people like us can still survive to this day.”
The cyborg remained frozen in place.
"Do you know why I only chose you as my follower? Because you have a feeling of being incompatible with this era, just like me. We are the same kind of people."
The other party still didn't respond.
"Do you know how I survived Istvan?"
Sol didn't care about the other party's attitude and kept talking to himself.
"I thought I was dead, but they came to me in the dark, and I fell into a deep coma, with every face, every scream, and every frightened breath occupying my memory. My consciousness, when I was trying to forget these painful and painful memories, I was taken to a place where I flew over the towering mountains, passed through the starry clouds and the dizzying peaks smeared by the moonlight, and then came to a Deep in the mountains, there seems to be no division between light and darkness. Along the corridor, through the echo gallery, I was taken into the rumbling elevator, until finally I was placed in an empty space carved directly out of the rock. In the cell, only the most basic human survival is met. A rusty pipe in the corner of the room drips salt water, and a round pit in the opposite corner seems to be a container for waste."
Approaching being in the prison of the past, Thor casually pointed at the corner of the stone room.
"On the first day, two people came, a man and a woman, dressed in plain clothes. They were wearing white coats that looked like lab coats. They checked my body and left."
"The next day, two Imperial Guardsmen came to see me."
Thor closed his eyes and recalled the scene at that time.
"I was taken to the interrogation room. A tongue depressor to prevent biting off my tongue filled my mouth with the antiseptic smell of rubber, an air tube was inserted into my throat, and a leather hood with needles and electrodes embedded in it looked like It surrounded my head like a pilot's helmet, and the bronze wire was connected to the interface of the visual recording device... The interrogation room was terribly ordinary, like an extremely simple metal box, with no windows or mirrors. There is nothing distinctive. Surveillance equipment surrounds me. Each device records the data of the changing rhythms in my body in real time. A device that shines like a scorpion's tail and makes a buzzing sound is fixed on the ceiling above my head. It was also full of suspended instruments, which looked scary, and then the Custodes asked me, 'Are you ready to start?', and I nodded."
After speaking, the emperor's son sighed softly.
"On the third day, the Imperial Prime Minister came to me. He told me the nature of this war and what was about to happen, and hoped that I would join the Knights Errant——"
"On the tenth day, I saw Him."
At this time, the body of the cyborg trembled slightly, followed by a sound that was so slight that it was difficult to detect.
"who....."
Thor smiled slightly, and a face appeared in his mind.
A face, ancient and wise, ruthless and thin.
Countless identities can be seen in Him - warrior, poet, diplomat, assassin, businessman, killer, politician, mystic, father, tyrant.
Thor could see part of Him, but there were thousands more of Him.
But it was his eyes that caught Thor's attention the most.
The color of those eyes was as refreshing as warm honey, like the purest gold coins.
"You should have guessed."
The cyborg did not respond, and Thor just sighed, turned around, and faced the bonfire.
"Having said so much, let's talk about you."
Still the same, silent.
"Ten thousand years ago, the captain of the Conqueror, the flagship of the Twelve Legions, was a woman. In such a legion known for its violence, there was a female captain. It was hard for many people to believe, but she did a great job. Well, people later dubbed her the blood-stained rose, but no one knew that before her, there was another heroine of the Empire. She also drove a Legion flagship, and she was also a Primarch returning to the Empire. The last wife I married, she was still called... the Queen of Flames at that time."
Thor raised his head and stared at the cyborg's increasingly trembling body.
"Really? Queen Elena Alcaraz."
