The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Mrs. Elena, can I ask a question?"

In the process of climbing, Sol suddenly asked softly.

YT-001 didn't look back, but its voice responded.

"Can."

"You just said that this is the ghost of Tai Xifeng."

Sol said, gesturing to the temple ahead.

"But I can't see them, I can feel them, I can step on the steps under my feet, but they don't actually exist."

"Saul, how much do you know about Netway?"

"It's very rare, and it was many years ago. The slasher told us a lot of secrets about the net way, but unfortunately it is still very limited."

"Have you seen the net channel under the Terra Palace?"

"I saw it, only once, and then it was destroyed by Magnus' reckless actions."

"The destruction of the Netway is not only a loss for mankind, but a loss for the entire galaxy."

As YT-001 spoke, he strode forward.

"It will pass away like a forgotten story, sinking into the mire of memory, remembered only by the solitary poet, and will not reappear in a dream until it is sought."

"Poetic, but you didn't answer my question, ma'am."

"You didn't ask questions either."

"Are we already in the net?"

"As I said, the entrance is ahead."

"Once again, you answered the wrong question."

"The warp is a distorted reflection of reality, and the network is a field between the warp and reality. In other words, whether it is real or illusory, it can exist in it. Yes, we have entered the network. In the realm of the Tao, so everything here .

"The Eleven Primarchs have studied the Net Dao so deeply, did the Emperor know all of this back then?"

"Is it any good to do that?"

"The process of transforming the unknown into the known is the process of seeking knowledge, but it seems very reckless to believe in unproven knowledge."

"His Majesty's goals rest on his beliefs."

"Belief?"

Sol frowned.

"I don't quite understand."

"If you don't also believe that your doubts can be answered, why did you come?"

"It wasn't the so-called 'faith' that brought me here."

"what is that?"

When he reached the top of the steps and faced the stately palace, Sol raised his head and said:

"It is His will."

The two entered a huge square, covered with cobblestones and covered with snow and glittering.

Snowflakes fell on Thor's armor, lit up slightly, and melted like teardrops.

Hundreds of statues are like guards of honor participating in a military parade. They are neatly lined up from left to right, silent and solemn. The only active thing in their bodies is the strange energy in their bodies. At the same time, they are not made of metal or rock, but some kind of material. Bone - probably the so-called spiritual bone of the Eldar.

Sol took a closer look at the appearance of these statues and confirmed that they were not human, but they were also completely different from the current Eldar.

YT-001 walked freely among the rows of Eldar statues, and Thor followed it silently.

The black lacquered wood door opened automatically when the two approached, revealing a columnar hall made of porphyry and beautiful jade, and the cool reflections danced on the floor tiles.

Sol walks into the hall with the cyborg and finds that the palace is full of display cases with crystal doors, like the vaunted spoils of a conquest museum—some with well-crafted weapons dusty, others with non-human displays. Racial art is predominant, but most of the cabinets are filled with weird skeletons.

At the same time, he also noticed that the temperature in this place was very low. According to the power armor detection, it was about minus 30 degrees, but there were braziers burning on both sides of the road, and those flames were a strange light blue.

Thor walked through the narrow path between the showcases, marveling at the incredible wealth of these collections. His eyes wandered among the dazzling displays, and he suddenly noticed a flashing figure with a silver death helmet on his head in one of the showcases. His skull was engraved with a geometric rune on his forehead, and his eye sockets were a dazzling dark green.

An Spiritual Race, and an Spiritual Race with an extraordinary identity.

The deeper Sol goes, the more obvious it becomes that there are subtle errors in the dimensions of the palace.

What is clearly visible from one side is completely invisible when turned to the other, replaced by a brand new collection.

Finally, at the end of the road, Thor stopped in front of a cabinet displaying delicate bone-white armor.

The smooth and elegant workmanship of this armor is obviously from the hands of the Eldar, and Thor feels the silent anger that transcends eternity. Its helmet is designed in the shape of some kind of ghost of death, with blood-red feathers coiled around the shoulder armor. , like a venomous snake ready to strike at any time.

A slender sickle hangs on the shoulders of the figure, and a broken sword is clenched in the blood-stained gauntlet.

Sol didn't need to look closely to know that freezing in the long river of time was an extreme curse for the things attached to this armor.

"What is this place?"

"The place where the net way existed before His Majesty discovered it."

Thor tapped his fingers on the crystal glass outside the cabinet, feeling the angry soul in it eagerly awaiting his death.

"Spiritual Race."

"Yes, it should be a prophet or war witch drifting in the universe shortly after the death of the Eldar, but according to His Majesty's investigation, it does not belong to any known Eldar. Shrine or way."

"What's the meaning?"

"His Majesty investigated the myths of the Eldar, and found that there seems to be another **** hidden in the legends of the Eldar. It may have used some way to avoid the destruction of the Eldar when it fell, or that 'it' has not yet been born. ...it was supposed to be the burial place of its last secret worshipper, and this mutilated webway was his 'hatchery' of choice for that god, but apparently his plans Due to some mistakes, his gods could not be 'incubated', and His Majesty guessed that there might be a lack of some kind of opportunity or tool."

Sol leaned closer to the showcase and looked at the contents.

"There's still such a thing... Has that Spirit Race deity found out what it's called?"

"No, but Your Majesty speculates that it may be... Death."

"Death of the Eldar... this is a matter of concern."

Then he left the place full of Eldar remains, and followed a spiral path to the very center of the palace.

With each step he took, the way the cabinets were arranged changed, the previous exhibits disappeared from view and other artworks took their place.

Before he knew it, his footsteps led him into an unfamiliar place.

From the tower he had just seen outside, dazzling rainbow lights radiated from the depths of the octagonal shaft, and a pair of ascending stairs coiled into a double-helix structure, half of which were translucent ice crystals, and the other half were deep. of Black Stone.

"Everything is at the top."

Sol nodded and walked towards the double helix staircase.

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