Warhammer Inquisitor

The Eldar prophet slightly shook his head and stood under the brilliant starlight, "We are in your dream, my friend, I brought you here from the nightmare."

Vito smiled wryly and threw the bolter on the bed. Anyway, it must be useless. He picked up the wine bottle next to the bed and poured himself a glass. Can taste it.

He took a deep breath and then walked to the French window. He stood beside Adalad and stared at the distant nebula, where countless stars flickered and converged, and thousands of imperial worlds were also conceived here.

No matter how dark the galaxy is, every time you see this scene, you will feel a sense of comfort from the bottom of your heart, knowing that the empire still survives, and humanity still survives.

"I came here to give you a warning, my friend." Edalad said, holding a long staff and speaking quietly, his voice was as peaceful and deep as the starlight.

"The Son of Destruction has returned, and he will complete the unfinished business of his father ten thousand years ago. The terror of destroying everything is rising from the abyss." Eddard said solemnly, and he slightly raised his staff to strike on the tiled floor On, "The wind of death must be terminated, my friend, the node of fate must be adjusted."

"I know you're talking about Abaddon, and I know Izekel is going to do something." "Someone told you the words of the prophecy, and he can see the thread of fate." "Yes, Lily."

Edalad frowned seriously, and he looked at Vito like a stern teacher, the spiritual power of the great prophet of the Eldar race flickered around, accompanied by tiny arcs of light in the stars.

"The twin sister of the God of Pleasure, she and she have destroyed the coherence of destiny and annihilated the fire of hope for my people. You shouldn't trust her, Vito Constantine."

"If you regard me as a friend, Eddard, don't call me by my full name. This is not a proper address between friends." Vito said and turned his head, the starlight shone on his face, The golden light in those eyes came out.

Eddard looked at the golden hands holding the staff in those eyes, and he looked at him in silence, before speaking again in the light, "Vito, we are indeed friends, very good friends, so I Only then will I warn you to be careful of Ms. Phantom, although she is powerful, she is the incarnation of the God of Pleasure after all, she does not know what love is, she will not have love, what she has is only a thirst for unknown stimulation."

"But she still told me about Abaddon. I think you came here for this matter, not to preach to me about my love life." Vito said, looking at the dark rift between the nebulae, the rift in the The edge of the galaxy stretches and flickers, with ghostly jets of light emanating from it.

The Eye of Terror, people use this name to call the entrance of the Naya space.

Edrad Ausuran sighed lightly and then looked at the Great Rift, which was the eternal tombstone of the ancient Eldar Empire, symbolizing the collapse of the powerful civilization that once stood between the galaxies.

Up to now, there are not many survivors left, and some are still willing to degenerate and hide in the ancient webway. Even though they are arrogant and conceited, they still cannot hide their fear of Lady Pleasure.

And another group of immigrants hid on various ancient planets, abandoned all traces of civilization, merged with all things, lingered in the dark frontier of the galaxy, hoping to spend a long and fearful life.

Others are driving the ark, cruising in the galaxy forever, hoping to preserve the fire of civilization in the hopeless destruction, and Adalad is one of them.

"The Son of Destruction will end the eternal war and break the stalemate that has lasted for thousands of years. I saw the destruction and the sea of ​​fire in the prophecy, and Cadia will burn." He said calmly, and the starlight shone on the face of this ancient remnant .

"You mean, Abaddon will launch another Black Crusade against Cadia?" Vito asked, still looking at the Eye of Terror, at the portent of doom tearing open at the edge of the galaxy.

"The ten-thousand-year deadlock will be broken, and the son of the ancient times will return to change the future of the galaxy." As he spoke, Aidalad looked at Vito, and he pressed Vito's shoulder and said affirmatively.

"You too will return to your path, weight of fate, and you will balance it all."

Vito didn't answer. Many things flashed in his eyes, but then he shook his head suspiciously, "I promised him that I would not interfere with the future of mankind with my own will."

"We all promised him, Vulcan even used his life to fulfill our oath to protect and protect human civilization, not to rule it."

"You have been staring at the Milky Way and fate for many years, my friend, you have already known how the balance without weights will change. It has already overturned, and the weights of fate must be reset."

Vito was silent, his eyes reflecting starlight, but the answer was already there.

Aidarad Ausuran could see the answer in his eyes, he still pressed his friend's shoulder, and he stared at the distant night together with him.

"The golden weight has been out for too long, his sons have disappeared into the galaxy, the storm of destruction has blown, you must make a decision, the last weight."

Vito sighed and then looked at Adalad, his eyes were full of sadness and regret, "I thought we could bring about a future, Adalad, but no, brothers kill each other, friends meet each other Disabled."

"You have embarked on the path of fate, the master of treachery has bewitched one of you, the two ends of the weight have lost their balance, the golden weights have disappeared, weight of fate, you must return to the balance prevent its overthrow"

The Eldar Prophet looked directly into Vito's eyes. The golden eyes of the latter were silent for a long time. He looked at the Milky Way again, looking at the nebula with countless worlds.

He stood in the starlight for a long time without replying for a long time. He closed his eyes and the sound of guns and shouts reappeared again, each voice familiar to him.

Countless memories came to my heart, each face, memory fragments and burning flames, Vito's eyes struggled again, those voices swept him in like a vortex, like falling into a cold ice cave.

Vito opened his eyes suddenly, he pressed his hand on the glass and looked at the Milky Way, his eyes suddenly looked at the corner of the dark Milky Way, a ray of light suddenly appeared in the background of the deep Milky Way, like a bright lighthouse Shine like.

That is the light of the Astronomical Torch, and that is the direction of Terra.

Vito's silence was finally broken, and he himself broke the long silence, "What about the plan?"

"Find what is ancient, forged in the golden days before the stars burned out in the hands of the arch-enemy of my people, and now we need to find it, to find what is destined in the shadow of fate."

"Do you want us to tell riddles together?" Vito replied succinctly.

"Find the jade of old age, it is a necromancer creation that was kept by my people after the battle of heaven in the ancient past. That used to be the home planet of the undead." Edalad said, the Dimensional Rubik's Cube appeared in his hand, a typical creation of undead technology.

Vito looked at the green imitation and tilted his head slightly. He folded his hands and looked at the imitation, "What can it do?" "I don't know its function yet, but I saw it in the prophecy, and it is in the fate of mankind." It will play a vital role.”

"I believe in your prophecy, Adalad, but I have a question, who knows where this thing is?" Vito asked.

A dead planet is still one of their home worlds. Those are ancient memories tens of millions of years ago. The battle of heaven happened tens of millions of years ago, not to mention the history of the homeland of the Necrontyrs. Tor was sure Eldarard didn't know, and even the Eldar knew little about the Necromancer's past.

"If we want to know, we need to find someone who has experienced that period of time to ask. The premise is that we know each other. I think most of the necromancers will first think of fighting when they see either of us."

Edalard could see that Vito thought he didn't know, which was true, and he wasn't going to pretend or argue, but then the Prophet raised his head like an enigmatic prophet should.

"There is a person who knows, or to be precise, exists. His flesh and blood have long since perished and turned into an eternal cold body, but he will be willing to talk to you. Your friendship transcends flesh and steel, and connects fate."

Vito was stunned, and after a moment of thinking, he smiled helplessly, and then rubbed his forehead, "Tarasin."

"The Endless One has a wealth of knowledge and treasures, he will give you all the clues and answers you need, and I will also provide the last answer of my trip."

"The Endless One is on Sevost, and he is trying to "borrow" to keep an item of memory that he cherishes, and the human beings who have transformed themselves into icy bodies on Sevost are also dealing with an awakened The Necromancer Dynasty is at war."

Vito smiled bitterly and sighed helplessly. Of course, it seems that the Mechanicum encountered some unpleasant things on the way of digging graves and exploring technology.

Seriously, why are those idiots of the Mechanicus always so useless? I mean, they can always make some brains made of meat for some technological creations, and they know it's deadly.

And of course, it seems that I have to help them, the Emperor.

"I will awaken fate, thinking and decision, my friend, your time is short." "Ada, you."

Vito said and turned his head to look at the Prophet, but all he saw was an empty room, and then Vito smiled helplessly and rubbed his forehead, "Ah, you do this every time. After talking, people will be gone."

"Spirit Race... Heh." Vito looked at the Eye of Terror in the nebula. The eye of the Milky Way that was burning with flames still existed, bringing countless destruction and pain for thousands of years.

Vito closed his eyes, immersed in the original dream.

And beyond the window, through the veil of dream and reality, the tide of destruction was surging in the Eye of Terror that tore the galaxy apart.

At the junction of the real universe and the sea of ​​souls, between the demonic planets of the twisting void, the Blackstone Fortress is slowly being pulled forward by countless ships, and a huge black giant crosses the sea of ​​souls of the Eye of Terror.

In the center of the destruction fleet surrounded by countless huge ships, the black longship spewed blood-like flames, and the planetary killer was slowly advancing in the doomsday fleet.

On the bridge of the ancient warship, Warmaster Abaddon opened his scarlet eyes.

"The galaxy will burn."

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