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You fucking know absolutely nothing!
I want to die! I have to find a way to die!
Conrad suddenly sprang up, grabbed Sevita by the neck, and slammed him against the wall. Spittle and blood splattered onto Sevita's face.
[Final order: Leave this area. Fleet support for Deathguard, or else—]
Conrad raised his gun and aimed it at the Midnight Lord behind Severta.
He knew that little brat, the new generation, who was still using Sevita's gene seed; Sevita valued him highly.
"Understood."
Severta managed to squeeze out a few high-gothic words before collapsing to the ground. In his peripheral vision, suffocated by oxygen, he saw Conrad Coates running wildly.
It was almost like they were fleeing in panic.
Sevita gave a wry smile.
6.1k, great, that's it!
Chapter 530 Star Torch
Terra
Dorne knelt on one knee before the steps of the Golden Throne, his face as hard as a rock.
"Father, Vulcan and I are ready to rekindle the Starlight."
The man on the throne did not move. Dorn raised his head and stared at the solemn face of the Lord of Mankind. Countless golden flames rose around the Emperor, but they were still not as dazzling as the Emperor himself.
+Preparing for re-ignition. +
Dorn nodded. "Yes."
Without lingering, Dorn strode away.
The Lumen Orbs in the palace's underground corridors cast dappled shadows on the stubborn rocks. The Imperial Fists, waiting outside, followed Dorne's footsteps as they traversed the intricate underground palace, heading to rekindle the Star Torch.
Just like when Dorn extinguished the Star Torch with his own hands.
The Emperor had ordered him to extinguish the Star Torch within twenty-four hours.
By extinguishing the Star Torch, the Primarch clearly understood the dire consequences: ships navigating in the Warp would be unable to return home, the Star Speakers would go out of control, and countless lines of defense connected by communications would crumble instantly.
This step will kill many people, and Dorn knows this all too well.
But this is the emperor's order.
He was the Imperial Fist that defended the palace, the unyielding rock that guarded the Emperor's will. Dorn said nothing, but simply asked his question as usual. After receiving the Emperor's answer, he set off to extinguish the Star Torch.
The process was not smooth. He fought with Vulcan, who ran out and wept bitterly. The Lord of Dragons desperately tried to persuade the Emperor to give up this step, but Dorne did nothing else. He simply knocked Vulcan down, knocked him unconscious, and continued on his way.
Next to stand in his way were the immortals, forcing Dorn to fight again, and he succeeded once more.
Finally, the Star Court came to stop Dorn. Extinguishing the Star Torch would mean the Star Court losing countless excellent Star Speakers who were still working, as well as the Navigator families with complex and intertwined relationships with the Star Court.
Faced with the Star Language Court's aggressive questioning, accusations, and attacks, Dorn did not compromise.
Finally, the psionicist, pinned against the wall by the Fist of the Empire and wearing a restraining psionic device, glared fiercely at Dorn and berated him.
"From this day forward, the Star Language Court will never again provide services to the Imperial Fist!!!"
【OK. 】
Dorn said, and then he left, completing his mission just before the last second arrived.
Now, three months after the Star Torch was extinguished and Terra was at peace, the Emperor has ordered Dorne to rekindle the Star Torch.
Dorne, engrossed in reinforcing Terra's defenses, looked up from the construction site and returned to the Emperor to receive his orders.
There were no questions, no doubts, and no misunderstandings.
Because he is Roger Dorn.
Rogue Dorn, chosen by the Emperor to guard Terra.
Dorn knew that war had broken out. He knew that above Terra, in the distant Eye of Fear, a scene of fratricide was unfolding on the lake. He knew that in the east of the Empire, the dark side of the Empire was suffering a fate worse than death due to its fall.
Countless armies are gathering and rushing to the battlefield, trying to win this battle, but none of the Imperial Fist troops will be among them—because they are to defend Terra.
After rounding another bend, Dorne saw Vulcan. Vulcan had been sent to the Webpath by the Emperor, and Dorne did not know exactly what Vulcan had done there. But now, the Emperor had ordered Vulcan to assist Dorne in relighting the Star Torch.
Vulcan swallowed hard and walked toward Dorn with a guilty conscience.
Sorry, bro.
"I understand," Dorn said, as they walked together toward the Hollow Mountains. "Did he tell you when to light the Star Torch?"
Vulcan nodded, but Dorn saw the uncertainty in the Dragon Lord's eyes, and Vulcan hesitated before speaking.
He wanted me to see for myself, to discover the truth within the cracks of the network. I saw many incomprehensible things: darkness, labyrinths, the shimmering, shattered Saint Gilles… but I think I know when to rekindle the starlight.
Vulcan opened his mouth,
On the other side where the sun and moon set together, on the other side where darkness and tides surge together, in order to no longer sleep, people need to light the lamps of the stars.
Dorn frowned imperceptibly. [There are no words describing time in this document.]
Vulcan's mouth gaped open, then closed, then opened again, like a dehydrated fish. [This is...this is a metaphor. I can't decipher them, but I know that as soon as I see it—I know it will be that moment.]
What do you think?
Dorn asked, and Vulcan paced anxiously a few steps before replying, "Intuition."
"Yes," Dorn said, "you'll tell me when to light the Star Torch."
Vulcan stopped, standing still, but immediately caught up with Dorn. "Aren't you going to ask me anything else?"
Vulcan's gaze shifted to Dorn's face, scrutinizing him carefully for a moment.
[You are Vulcan, you have not betrayed us, the Emperor commands me to ask you about the time.]
Donne said, "What do I need to ask, Vulcan?"
Vulcan seemed to want to say something, but the Lord of Dragons ultimately said nothing, and followed Dorn dejectedly.
I am very sorry for my impulsive actions at the time.
"Your actions were absolutely wrong, a complete mistake," Dorn said. "If I weren't stronger than you, you would have caused the entire plan to fail."
Vulcan sighed. Dorn remained silent, so he said nothing more and followed Dorn into the hall.
There, the Fist of the Empire has prepared 100,000 psionicists.
They are all the fuel for the Star Torch.
Vulcan felt his eyes welling up again, but he said nothing. He cowardly turned his face away, trying not to look at the pleading expressions on the psionicists' faces.
He saw people in religious attire in the distance. Vulcan was puzzled as to why they were accompanied by several warriors of the Holy Blood Angels stationed in Terra, but this time, he said nothing.
He stood beside Dorn, and they took the elevator toward the surface of the Hollow Mountains.
Finally, the two Primarchs stood on the desolate, cold earth of Terra, awaiting the moment when the Star Torch would be reignited.
Above their heads, the giant eye was flashing.
(Let's look at the author's words)
This chapter is followed by a long chapter, and this volume is coming to an end. I was thinking of writing it all at once and releasing it together. If I don't finish writing it, I'll be sorry, so please don't wait up tonight or tonight. I'll release it tomorrow.
Chapter 531 Black Stone Tower
"Even in death, I want to die knowing the truth..."
Hades lay on the ground, muttering to himself, his eyes vacant, staring at the interior of the black stone obelisk, at the towering, sharp dome.
Having made up his mind, Tarasim decisively led Hades to the Blackstone Obelisk, which was the closest to them and was still operational.
Hades was left in a corner of the control room by Tarasin, who went to adjust the equipment. Hades turned his head and saw the dead Kirkland Sage standing beside him.
Kirkland stood there, his mechanical body charred, the crimson cloth completely gone, but the metal around him was remelted and dripped into a new black robe, which pinned him firmly to the spot.
Hades looked at Kirkland's expressionless, mechanical face, then lowered his gaze and saw that the black stone spear in Kirkland's hand had completely merged with the black stone circuits.
Hades understood what had happened at a glance.
In order to force the activation of the Black Stone Obelisk, Kirkland chose to forcibly connect the broken point from the outside.
The Blackstone Obelisk was successfully activated, but at the same time, the obelisk's overloaded and enormous energy also took Kirkland's life.
The only thing Hades couldn't understand was that the Blackstone Spear was a weapon of the Word Bearers—had Kirkland already gained such great prestige among the Word Bearers? Or had the Sage stolen it himself?
However, it doesn't matter anymore.
Hades sighed, struggled to sit up, leaned against the wall, and examined the sage's body through his blurry vision. He was the one who made this body for Kirkland—and even after so much time, Kirkland still hadn't "iterated" it.
Sages generally update and iterate their bodies very quickly. For example, Jin-306, the little guy who used to hide behind him has become a behemoth unit.
Since this body was created by Hades, it made his inspection easier. Hades silently reached out and began to manually disassemble the parts.
Find something to do before you die... or rather, before you go to sleep.
Anyway, there's not much I can do anymore.
Hades knew that his broken body was now no match for even the mortal auxiliary army, and the Black Domain was also out of control—his body was readjusting to the Black Domain, while the Black Domain was obediently receding and returning to his command.
Hades now faces two paths: one is to run away, survive, and wait for his return to his peak; the other is to use himself as a giant power bank and send everyone present to their deaths.
The few pieces of good news are that Hades is good at both options.
After a brief analysis of the battle situation, Hades decided to go all out against everyone.
Although the Misty Starfield is home to billions of living beings, and legions engaged in fierce battles—Death Guardians, Ultramarines, World Eaters…
Hades coughed violently, turning his head away to prevent blood from spraying onto Kirkland in front of him, but in reality, he had almost no blood left to cough up.
He's let them down, he's so sorry...
Hades, exhausted, thought to himself that his hands hadn't stopped; he continued dismantling Kirkland's thought engine... and that personality restoration was still possible...
Hades' hand paused.
Compared to the atrocities that followed, what he was doing now seemed more like hypocrisy, but he just couldn't stop doing it, as if he were just trying to keep himself occupied.
Hades knew better than anyone else that their enemy was Chaos.
If he were to leave directly, the dark side of the Empire would never be at peace. Even though the Four Gods are now weakened, they will soon become strong again, given that half of the galaxy has fallen into the warp.
The warp tides will follow the Eye of Fear and erode the Empire's shining face.
And this is exactly what the Four Gods are happy to see.
Hades continued his deductions. The only thing he was unsure about was the Emperor's condition. The Star Torch had been extinguished, and he was unsure if the Emperor was alright.
However, based on Tarasin's observations of the web, the Human Lord should currently have high health.
Without relying on necromancy technology, could Neos directly shut down the psionic surge of the Empire's dark side?
Hades pondered for a while and thought that perhaps an old bone that had sat on the throne for ten thousand years could do it, but now, an emperor whose faith had been partially devoured by Hades could not.
So... in fact, the moment the dark side of the Empire was activated, the Four Gods had already won most of the game.
If they successfully seal Hades again—then for the Four Gods, this game will truly be won.
Unfortunately, they were still one step behind, miscalculating Luojia's move.
As for Luo Jia... Hades' eyes were blank. So, the Emperor had already begun to set up this game since the beginning of the Perfect City?
Chaos had measures in place to remedy the chaos caused by Luo Jia's defection, but Hades played a completely unexpected and decisive move—
Tarasin.
Hades trembled as he took a deep breath, looking at the figurine king in the distance who was cursing and displaying various devices—Hades had never imagined this scene when he first met Tarachin and chatted aimlessly.
Tal Rashin's appearance gave Hades another option: to close the Eye of Terror and slowly salvage the Imperium's dark side, which was stranded in the Warp Wave.
Meanwhile, while closing the Eye of Fear, Hades could, if the timing is right, also slap one of the four gods.
Chaos... Chaos... Hades thought, he successfully retrieved Kirkland's mind engine. Some circuits were broken and parts were damaged, but most of them were still intact. At the last moment, Kirkland still managed to protect his personality model storage block—this old dog.
Hades suddenly coughed and laughed. No matter who died, Kirkland might not die. This sage was very shrewd.
He smiled as he examined the small storage block. "What a coward..." Hades' smile faded.