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"ah--!"

Long-lasting, uninterrupted screams were heard in the Forbidden Fortress.

This building is basically integrated with the palace and runs through the entire Himalayan peak. It is extremely majestic, but only a few people are allowed to come here, and their responsibilities are completely disproportionate to their numbers.

The Star Torch Court has maintained a membership of 10,000 psykers in the past years. Compared with the huge responsibility of maintaining the Burning Star Torch, these 10,000 psykers are really insignificant. But they only maintain

The Star Torch is the master of mankind who really plays a guiding role.

The top of the Forbidden Fortress is a hollowed-out mountain, and the interior has been carved into the Star Hall. It is magnificent, with no decoration except for thick cables and complicated instruments. It is extremely monotonous, and there is not even a chair. It is empty.

There was a constant whistling of cold wind in the hall.

The stone wall still maintains its original appearance. Over the past 10,000 years, 10,000 psykers have chanted scriptures here every day and used their psionic powers piously to contribute to the future of mankind.

Today, they are dying one after another.

Keep dying.

There was another scream, and He Shenyan's fingers twitched because of the scream.

An acolyte sitting in the back completed his ritual. His flesh and blood began to tremble, and his bones twisted out of his body, turning into a terrifying appearance in the heart-wrenching sound.

Then his skin wrinkled and became transparent. The dark blue spiritual energy penetrated from the body. After a short pause, the spiritual energy suddenly became violent, igniting his whole body into dark blue.

torch.

The flesh and blood began to melt, and the disturbing thin sound was enough to show how much pain the acolyte was experiencing. His screams never stopped, but his actions of burning himself also never stopped.

Sometimes, humans can refuse something by sheer will.

Money, the temptation of immortality, the beautiful opposite sex, or life. Endure pain, endure torture, endure everything, just for one goal.

Thirty seconds passed, and the acolyte became a puddle of light blue dust that was still smoking.

His spiritual energy rose from the ashes. The manic, ownerless spiritual energy hovered over the ashes for a while, echoing hollowly in the cave, mixing with the chanting of the acolytes. Finally, it howled.

It sank into the mage's body, causing him to let out a muffled groan.

His forehead was already covered with beads of sweat, and his clasped palms were trembling. The injuries from the previous battle with Nurgle had not yet healed, and the violent psychic energy entering his body had the opposite effect. Not only did it not speed up the healing of the injuries,

It even made his pain more intense.

It's like this every time.

He breathed tremblingly, and his lungs hurt like fire. It had nothing to do with absorbing spiritual energy. It was just an illusion of his body, a self-protection mechanism to warn him. He had absorbed too much in a short period of time.

Energy - first the planets in the warp, then the psykers.

Complex energy mixed together will produce many complex reactions. To put it more simply, those energies are exploding in his body. And He Shenyan deliberately did not stop this process. He needed this kind of pain.

If he wants to dominate the brilliance of the Star Torch, he needs the following conditions.

First, the same willpower as the Emperor.

Second, he has the same or at least similar psychic energy fluctuations as him.

Third, pain.

For ten thousand years, he has continuously guided the Star Torch's light to guide the ships of the Empire and guide the way forward. The Star Torch has long been familiar with the severe pain that is everywhere in his spiritual energy. If he wants to bypass the Star Torch's

Self-protection mechanism, He Shenyan must do this.

This approach reminded him of a word.

sacrifice.

At the cost of the broken souls of 4,700 people, in exchange for an opportunity.

They were willing to be sacrificed and used as sacrifices in exchange for an uncertain future. He Shenyan did not guarantee that he would succeed, nor did he give any success rate. He just stated the plan and then said that he was going to try it.

Give it a try.

That's all.

All the acolytes wasted little time. In fact, they agreed in less than a minute.

The death of 4,700 people took half an hour. Dust covered the floor and gave off an unpleasant burnt smell. Their last gifts floated above He Shenyan's head and submerged into his body one by one. Ji looked on.

Liman gritted his back molars tightly, and the lines on his face were extremely hard.

He doesn't know what the future of the empire will be. In fact, Robert Guilliman, a politician who is good at thinking and calculating, doesn't want to think about anything now.

He just sincerely wishes the Master success.

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Angron was still sitting on the long steps. He was familiar with this place. Two parallel worlds, some things were completely different, and other things were very similar. Just like the steps under his butt. He emptied his mind,

Trying his best not to think of Givadoron, he didn't want to become angry again.

A man approached him, and Angron didn't even bother to raise his head. He just told him calmly: "I'm trying to stay calm. You'd better not try to provoke me."

"Why would talking to you be seen as irritating you?"

"Because I don't want to communicate with anyone right now." Angron said stiffly, his tone was like ice. His fingers were rubbing the handle of the giant axe.

The visitor sat down next to him. Unlike Angron, who had his head lowered, he raised his head. His long white hair was scattered behind his head. He stroked the shallow scars on his face and stared at the golden sky in the sky.

The sun said softly: "I never thought that this day would come."

"If I remember correctly, you have betrayed me before." Angron grinned and smiled. "In those days, didn't you ever think about this situation? I thought you were looking forward to it day and night.

What about a scene like this?”

Fulgrim was not angry, Phoenix just smiled and shook his head: "Here, you are also a traitor, Angron, don't forget this. Look at the way those Imperial Fists and Imperial Guards are looking at you.

Show your expression."

"I think they should be looking at you." Angron said without mercy. "Anyone with eyes should be able to tell the difference between me and that person, but you - ha."

He let out a sharp laugh. The sun above his head was still hanging there, but there was no real sense of temperature. It didn't have any warmth that the sun should have, it was just pure coldness.

"At this point, are you still trying to argue with me?"

Fulgrim asked helplessly: "What? Don't tell me that he is as helpless as we are."

"He disappeared with Guilliman half an hour ago. Those Ultramarines are extremely anxious now. Look at their anxious looks."

Angron was not stingy with his ridicule. It was obviously not a wise move to ridicule his brother troops. But considering his emotions, Fulgrim let him go. Phoenix began to think about more realistic and serious topics.

.

If... He failed and his father, the Emperor of Mankind, really died, how could the Empire continue to survive?

Their society is a complex, huge and extremely bloated system, ruled by totalitarianism and clothed in the guise of religion.

The people are ignorant and irrational. Unless their ancestors are nobles or soldiers who have made meritorious service, they may spend their whole lives in factories until they die. They are consumables, replaceable goods and parts. Such parts

There are too many to count throughout the empire.

They have been indoctrinated from birth on who they should believe in and who they should reject. They are brainless fanatic believers and fools who devote themselves wholeheartedly... They are also people who have no right to choose.

Such a terrible rule, lies wrapped in truth that obscures the people's vision, they are not allowed to know the truth, and sometimes are not even allowed to live, just because they have seen something.

However, this is the only way to protect them in this cold and dark universe.

The empire's state religion is a monotheistic religion. If after today, the leading god dies...

what happens?

Fulgrim can list a thousand complex and cruel endings in an instant.

The great collapse, the division of the empire, and the invasion of aliens. Most of the planets were directly controlled by the four gods in the pollution of chaos. The remaining people are lingering in the dark future. The Astartes cannot change the future and can only fight.

died in despair.

And those they protect will die behind them, dying in deeper despair.

He hesitated and raised his head, wanting to say something, but his thoughts were interrupted the next moment.

A violent sound began to fill his eardrums. The sound was so manic, but it contained great pain. The first second, severe pain came from Phoenix's ears, and the second second, sticky fluid flowed from his nostrils and eyes.

The blood stained his face scarlet.

The third second.

The long third second.

A huge light pillar rose from the ground and reached the sky in an instant. The golden light pillar also had no temperature at all, only pure pain and reason existed in it.

Fulgrim knelt on the ground. He stared at his nails and fingers. At that moment, he had an hallucination. He felt as if he could see his finger bones. The terrifying hallucination hit him in an instant, but he used his willpower to control it.

Press down.

It wasn't until Angron asked him if he was okay that Fulgrim came back to his senses. He gasped, and complicated thoughts set off a storm in his mind. It lasted for a while before he understood what had happened. Then, Fulgrim

Rem realized that the violent sound was a scream.

"what happened?"

He asked with difficulty, and finally had time to look around. The Astartes were staggering all over the place, and those with stronger psychic abilities like him were even more miserable. Several of them had even fallen into a coma.

"I have no idea."

Angron gritted his teeth and told him. The Lord of Red Sand felt an urge to vomit at this moment. He tried his best to suppress it and forced himself not to show any reaction, but Fulgrim still saw something from his pale face.

.

"Well, no matter what he is doing..." Fulgrim took a deep look at the huge light beam. "I hope he can succeed."

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Ezekiel is also one of the people with strong psychic abilities.

The Third Captain and his team have been fighting since the Revenge landed. Due to their small number, they did not go to the palace to support like the monks of the Iron Serpent Chapter, but rode in the Imperial Fist.

Combat bikes move quickly between battlefields.

At this moment, he was sitting on his motorcycle, staring silently at the huge golden light beam rising from the direction of the palace. The chain sword on his waist was still bleeding, and there was huge damage on one side of his helmet.

You can even see half of his face directly from the gap.

This is the mark left by a predator on him.

The damn thing rushed out of the trench, and its huge force and sharp claws almost tore off his head. Fortunately, Ezekiel took a step back at the last moment and avoided death.

There was only one reason why he still wore this helmet. Ezekiel also needed the indicator function on the eyepiece.

"Company commander..." The combat veteran in the company called to him. Ezekiel did not answer. He still sat on the combat motorcycle and remained silent. His vision rose in an instant - he came to the command.

An unimaginable height.

This is a sea of ​​stars.

He had seen it many times, but it was always on a battleship or in a landing bay preparing for a gang-hopping battle. He had never actually stood in a vacuum wearing power armor. Ezekiel lowered his head and looked down, and the magnificent scene failed to capture him.

It made him feel a little confused.

Until a familiar voice sounded behind him: "I hope you don't blame me for bringing you here without saying hello, Ezekiel."

"...the father of genes."

Ezekiel turned around and bowed his head deeply, expressing his humility. The man he called the father of genes obviously didn't like this.

He sighed, and then asked: "Do you still have the feather I entrusted to you?"

"Yes, the father of genes."

Ezekiel stretched out his hand, secretly pressed on the side of the breastplate, and a buckle was opened. From the gap in the ceramic steel, he pulled out the still white feather.

It lay quietly in the crimson gauntlet, with gleaming white light emitting from it. A slender hand took it over and began to look at it carefully in front of him.

After a while, Sanguinius smiled helplessly.

"I once thought death was the end, Ezekiel." Sanguinius said slowly. "Now it seems that it is not."

"Death is not the end of duty...for creatures like us," he paused. "...for living things, death is not the end, it is just a short rest."

"I don't understand, Father of Genes."

"You don't need to understand, Ezekiel. It's better that you don't know these things."

Sanguinius stretched out his hand and pushed him gently. A strong feeling of weightlessness came quickly, and Ezekiel felt that his eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. Then, he heard Sanguinius's last words.

One sentence.

"I'll be back soon."

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