The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"I saw clusters of stars."

The lone-eyed giant sitting on the throne looked down into the distance, and the galaxy's thousands of worlds seemed to be in its eyes.

"The stars hold hands together, following the repetitive orbits and laws, dancing lightly among the heaven and earth paved by the Milky Way. I also saw the crown surrounding the celestial sphere. The tide-like nebula flooded me, and the calm tide turned into After the turbulent waves in the great sea, I was cruising against the waves, swallowing the flowing clouds, until the dream quietly left me."

The halls of the lone-eyed giant are endless, and they are as varied as his words.

The electrical and optical spirals surrounding him turned into a heavy book and a wildly changing thunder cage, dragging all sentient beings across the world to the eyes. The colorful lanterns in the distance carry dynamic formulas and knowledge, exactly like belonging to The flat tone of a gorgeous hymn.

Tubek's gaze crossed the dazzling light and the rows of scarlet soldiers, and he waved the crooked staff in his hand to push away the huge soldiers blocking in front of him, eagerly eager to step forward to see his lord.

"Let's let it go, let's let it go."

The lone-eyed giant is the Scarlet King——Red Devil Magnus, the Demon Primarch who commanded the Fifteenth Legion, and the prophet of the Thousand Sons.

"Darkness advances transformation."

Magnus continued to chant.

"Darkness, confusion and fear, lack and lack of understanding of things, are all endless catalysts."

As the chanting became louder and louder, Magnus's body swelled and raised, and his towering torso crossed the thunderous black clouds. Even the most powerful wizards under him were staggered by the energy of the overwhelming mountains. , Involuntarily stretched out his hand to cover his eyes.

"When human beings first looked away from the soil and turned their eyes to the sky, what did they see? Only madness was reflected in their eyes! Besides, what other words could they use to describe them? How do you feel? When the sun and their scorching gods sink into the horizon, what else can they think of? They think that the Lord of Light has abandoned them, forever forever! The great father has betrayed them, and life has come to an end. , The light has gone out! But when the dusk was completely engulfed by the night, the eyes of our ancestors reflected the endless sea of ​​stars covering the night sky. When such a majestic and majestic scene fell into their hearts, how would they feel? How should they explain the various stars floating in the sky? How should they understand the bright full moon? Where will their thoughts go?"

Magnus laughed loudly and leaned into the throne with a bright light.

He gradually reduced his figure until it was almost the same as the figures of Astarte's subordinates under him.

"They asked questions and searched for answers. They must have felt the hunger and thirst that existed in our hearts all the time-the thirst for knowledge, as far back as that year, and even following forward, mankind must have felt what is waiting on the road to germinate. Faith, even though it was so crude at the time-they knew it, and you and I knew it, just as we always knew, you and I were not shy of in the dust, fascinated by the greatness of the universe, and worshipped them. Fool! We are conquerors and rulers! We are destined to understand, understand everything, remove the shackles of ignorance, and bathe in the warm sun of cause and effect. This is our destiny and power. We can only reject it. It can be called a betrayal."

The wizards nodded their promises.

"I have traveled across the great sea, and the number of times I have crossed the sky and the sky is like the sand of the sea, because of my innate talent, and because I have completed the instructions given to us, I have been banished, which is difficult to measure. The years and centuries passed by, I finally understood the guilt that belonged to me—not a shameful betrayal, not a contact with taboo knowledge, all of this is not my sin! Hypocritical humility, lack of My ambition, the suppression and obliteration of my own heart, these are my problems! I don’t need to be ashamed, and so are you.”

The lone-eyed giant's body began to rise again, and his skin became more and more crimson, full of the power of transformation and mutation.

"We will never again apologize for our own existence!!!"

This speech turned into a roar full of rising phonology, and the sound wave slammed into the wizard group standing everywhere in the hall, forcing them to hold on to the axe handle in their hands.

Afterwards, the sound that continued to advance hit the neatly lined up scarlet fighters, shaking them up and down.

"We are the beginning of the original!!!"

As the melody reached a climax, the entire throne room turned into a colorful vortex.

Tubek struggled to maintain the integrity of his spiritual body, resisting the tyrannical thunder that stretched in all directions.

At this moment, he couldn't see and couldn't stand up. He could only pinch the crooked stick in his hand like a straw.

As always, this imminent threat tends to make an old and clichéd memory—the simple training he had experienced before becoming Astarte, in the great expedition age ten thousand years ago, they called it a Ju'-they are just simple psionic tricks, which are tools used to evaluate the limits of detectives' human potential.

Magnus answered for them-humans must plunge into the highest heaven, soak the limbs with its slurry, otherwise they will be swallowed by their own ignorance.

Tubek murmured and sang the old mantra, the mantra he had understood when he was a little acolyte on Tizka—the words that made his soul break free from the material body.

After a few breaths, the lone-eyed giant sat down again, and the wizards swaying by the candlelight gradually calmed down, rebuilding their psychic shells.

The scarlet soldiers stepped back unconsciously and quietly picked up the blaster gun that had fallen into the dust, as if nothing had happened.

The wizards had long been accustomed to the impassioned speeches of the Red Devils, and immediately resumed their interrupted discussion.

Magnus was very happy to quarrel with his subordinates who would not refute.

Seeing the opportunity, Tubek pushed towards the towering throne, and for the first time since he entered the hall, he could clearly see the face of Magnus-

The appearance he presented to everyone was quite human, but he didn't know why he chose this face?

Homesickness or ridicule?

The laws of physics and even all the laws of the material universe cannot restrain such a powerful demon. Although Magnus can transform his appearance at will, he still chose this image-the muscle knot covered by the scarlet skin of the warrior Protruding, gilded armor hung from top to bottom, it was obvious that he had no intention of hiding it.

Magnus is not ashamed of his ever-changing changes ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and he does not intend to conceal the influence of the great sea on him: a pair of wide wings with colorful lights gleaming behind him, hanging. With pendants made of lapis lazuli and coral, no mortal can look directly at that psychedelic and intense color.

A pair of powerful sharp claws are attached to the ends of his sturdy legs, and a pair of magnificent sharp horns are born on the wild and noble one-eyed skull. No matter what plans the emperor has made for the future of Magnus, it is now. Become a cloud of smoke.

Magnus is magnificent and gorgeous, with wisdom and light lingering beside him, like a god.

"My lord!"

Tubek shouted, squeezing past the last row of standing scarlet warriors and approaching the surrounding wizards.

The company commanders turned their heads one after another, their expressions full of contempt.

It has been a long time since Tubek attended the internal meeting last time.

Thousands of organizational changes and allegiance betrayal have already been performed. Tubek has been regarded as a failed product, a relic cast by the light of a giant and wasted by time and time.