Trajan first looked at the spearhead in front of him, and then looked at Soshyan's face, but he did not show the loss of failure, or anger, but instead had a strange look of understanding.
"It seems that the rumors are true, Chapter Master Alexei."
"It's a fluke, it's a fluke. I believe that Marshal Trajan must have some reservations."
Soshyan put away the spear, turned around, walked to the weapon rack and put it back where it belonged.
"There's nothing left to chance in battle."
Trajan still held the spear and looked at Soshyan very seriously.
"Leader Alexei, according to the instructions of the Tarot cards and the interpretation of the dream reader, we must transfer something to you. I will arrange for someone to transfer it to your flagship later, but I hope this matter Don’t tell others that it is extremely rare for the Emperor to directly convey orders, probably no more than ten times in ten thousand years.”
"what is that?"
"I don't know either. It's the highest-level cargo that no one has the authority to see. It's always been stored in the most hidden place. So when they deliver it, you'd better not open it easily and make sure it's safe and there's no one around. "If anyone tries it later, there could be anything inside, even extremely dangerous things. There is a small observation window outside the container, and you can take a look inside first."
Soshiyang frowned. At first, he thought it was the Ada Myth Investigation Note in the mortal's hand, but now it sounded like it wasn't. However, there was no way to explain this clearly, so he could only nod and said:
"I'll be careful."
At this time, he suddenly thought of something and asked cautiously:
"Marshal Trajan, can I go to see the Emperor?"
As a result, the other party shook his head.
"No order, sorry."
"I understand, but I'm curious. If the Imperial Guard has always been able to communicate with the Emperor, why didn't you take the initiative to guide the Empire in these ten thousand years?"
"I never said we could communicate with the Emperor. He didn't even leave a handwritten record. Everything we know about Him comes from the memories of some recorders or the beautiful scenes given by devotion."
"So Tarot Cards"
"This is just an extremely vague divination method, but the meaning behind it is difficult to discern. I think you should know what Tarot divination looks like. Naturally, it is not difficult to understand the difficulty of interpreting it. It's just that you should use The method of interpreting Tarot cards and the classics they refer to have been debated within the Forbidden Army for ten thousand years. Those scholars who serve in the Tower of Overlord have devoted their lives to interpreting the contents of these fragments of information. Their exhaustion may last their entire lives. Just to lift a corner of the veil of destiny, even now, that is our only way to gain enlightenment. Since the establishment of the Tower of Overlord, we have been watching the realm of all mankind from this tower. We can only speculate that this is His intention is to study the emperor’s will.”
"So the Imperial Army relies on mortals' divination to decide their actions?"
Trajan narrowed his eyes.
"It seems that you are really curious about us. In fact, this statement is not entirely correct. The Valyrian you met before is a scholar. One of his tasks is to learn from dreams and mysterious and obscure prophecies. Study to reveal the Emperor's will, difficult as it is, like a blind man guessing the patterns marked on an invisible page."
"But the hint this time seems very clear?"
"That's why I insist on seeing you."
As Trajan spoke, he suddenly stopped, as if he was considering his next words. A few seconds later, he said meaningfully:
"Both physically and mentally, you are indeed very different from the Astartes. If this is His plan, then I look forward to the day when you come to Terra again."
Soshyan replied with a wry smile:
"I'm afraid we won't have this chance."
"Who can say for sure what will happen in the future? Maybe the next time you come, you will get permission to see Him."
Hearing these words, Suoshiyang suddenly thought of Mortal's last words for some reason.
a friend?
Who is going to see Him?
In an area of the palace beyond the reach of any detector, a Gothic-style striated basalt arch stood. Electricity flashed and crackled through the air, briefly illuminating the darkness within.
Hundreds of emperor's guards in golden armor stood quietly on both sides of the gate. They are the elite of the imperial army, the strongest among the strong, but they will never step out of this place. They will protect this place called The door of the end, because behind this door is the true core of the human empire and the ruler of all mankind——
Suddenly, in the surrounding electric light, a very tiny figure compared to the surrounding majestic buildings appeared at the end of the long stairs.
Then he stepped up the long marble stairs step by step, but the Imperial Guards remained motionless and seemed to see nothing.
When climbing up, you can see the person's right arm across the abdomen through the faint electric light. The palm is naturally extended downward, the finger tips are drooping, the palm is facing outward, the left arm is raised in front of the chest, and the tip of the thumb of the palm touches the middle finger lightly. point, and the other three fingers are naturally raised.
One step, two steps, three steps.
Even as he passed the towering Emperor's bodyguards, they remained motionless.
Finally, the man came to the Gate of the End. The gate was grand enough for the knight mecha to pass through. The surface of the gate was mottled black and made of ancient unknown metal. In the middle of the two gates, there was a black inscription. Face, there is a human face in the middle of the outer circle of light, cold and sad.
Then the image split into two, and the door opened slightly inward, revealing a gap. The man slowly walked into it, and then the door closed again.
Until the man disappeared, the two emperor's guards on the left and right suddenly turned their heads slightly and looked at each other, seemingly confused.
However--
It seems like nothing happened.
Behind the Door of the End is a huge hall, with rows of pillars arranged neatly, deep into the mist-shrouded depths. Guards in golden armor stand in front of the pillars, and huge energy pipelines come from the invisible roof. It hangs down and coils around like a giant snake, making the surrounding air look golden and thick as milk, and even the light is broken or distorted.
Particles of energy surged in the mist, and he moved forward step by step under the eyes of the imperial guards. The orange-red robe on his body was agitated by the hot wind generated by the high-intensity spiritual energy.
Soon, he arrived at the core hidden among the cascading terraces and Baroque platforms. Among the forest-like cable lines, there was a towering throne. In the entanglement of metal and cables, he could only see to some remaining flesh.
This is the Golden Throne, in which the Lord of Mankind is buried, protected and enslaved.
In the warm dim light, Master Shi, wearing only an orange-red monk's robe and his eyes covered with cloth, walked up to the throne step by step with his naked feet. The circuits in his body were dissolved in the strong spiritual energy, and he was Plated into a golden man.
Finally, he stopped one meter in front of the throne, a distance that almost no one has ever come close to. Then he raised his right hand in front of his chest, with the palm facing outward. At the same time, the thumb and index finger of his left hand were clasped into a ring, and the other three fingers were slightly extended.
Then, Master Shi first whispered a certain ancient human language that had disappeared, and then said softly:
"Morro, long time no see"
