The ashes flew from his hand to the distant horizon. He watched it float in the wind, and his soul could feel every particle of it and taste its taste.
He can hear the dead from the touch of ashes.
For a moment, he felt that a voice seemed familiar, but in an instant it turned into the soft tapping sound of dust hitting the armor.
This is the Pavilion Star, an almost forgotten world, where the sky is like fire and the quivering wind sweeps - it carries whispers of hunger.
He stood, waiting, observing the dust flying in the wind.
His name is Azek Ahriman, the president of the Black Crow Society of the Thousand Sons Legion, the son of the Scarlet King Magnus, and the destroyer of the Legion.
Prospero, the wolf, the wizard star, the scarlet letter——
The memories drift away with the dust, gradually drifting away, disappearing at the end of the field of vision.
Ahriman took a breath, and could still smell the blood in the distance, and the dust was flying from his hands.
"The curse still binds us."
He muttered to himself, lowering his head and looking away from the wound in the sky.
Flames leaped between the sky and the earth, ruins were scattered all over the place, the sound of gunfire could be heard in the distance, and waves of explosions blackened the ground. This was the news that the Empire was besieging Abaddon.
He has seen war scenes many times, and the results are always very different.
If Abaddon wants to continue his long and meaningless war, then let him continue to struggle with the decaying empire. This war is actually meaningless.
Ahriman closed his eyes, saw Magnus's face again, and felt the roar of the subspace.
exile--
Those were the last words spoken by his father, and they fell into the warp with him.
Day after day, year after year, he traveled through countless bizarre worlds, got along with many strange people, and even became a mercenary, but that word always accompanied him, explaining a fact.
The scarlet letter failed——
He failed.
Pride, the last original sin of human nature, befell him as always.
exile.
This word became clear and vivid in Ahriman's mind. He lowered his head and looked into his palms, and saw that the dust had disappeared.
He failed and was a sinner, watching the things he once cherished turn into dust and living in the world wearing the shackles of arrogance.
Then he raised his head.
Memories fade and hope disappears in the last touch of red clouds.
He is still in exile, still an exile, but he is no longer haunted by the baggage of his past.
The result of the scarlet letter was caused by him, so he will make up for it. If the gods of the subspace do not redeem him, then he will pursue the gods of the entity and obtain the power to change everything from them.
Madel, the outsider is just a starting point, the Star Knight and Soshyan will be more important factors.
The red afterglow sprinkled on the dust in the sky. Ahriman saw the future through the dust tracks. Countless possibilities and unborn fates were flying in front of his eyes. Each one was a real one, or one that still needs to be nurtured.
universe.
He saw everything in the past, saw how it would end, and also saw hope.
Redemption will come.
Ahriman lowered his hand, looked at the flying dust with his mind, turned around, and many pairs of eyes behind him were shining on the visor.
They were waiting, silent, and watching.
"Come, my brothers, it's time."
Ahriman summoned his staff, and the one eye on his helmet shone brightly.
"Recovering our lost destiny."
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"who are you!"
When he learned that the target he needed had been blown up, Stryker seemed very angry at first, but when he learned that several people ran out from the other side of the door, he suddenly became curious.
So he decided to personally interrogate these sneaky guys with unknown origins.
There was a guy with a strong body, a big bald head, and a gun and several knives on his body. According to Stryker's many years of marching experience, he had a big head and a thick neck. He was either an officer or a cook.
There was a guy who was relatively thin, but he looked like he was all muscular. He was wearing black clothes and black trousers with black ink marks. He looked like he was dragging himself hard, and he had a long knife in his arms.
A guy was wearing a heavy protective suit and a gas mask on his head. He was so tightly wrapped that not only could he not see his face clearly, but he couldn't even see his skin. But he was quite built and had a strong aura about him.
The smell of machine oil and toilet cleaner is hard not to associate with the toilet.
The last guy looks the most wretched, but also the most like a normal person.
The four of them were surrounded by Catachan soldiers, and all their weapons were thrown to the ground, except for the guy holding the knife.
It's not that they didn't intend to disarm him, but those who tried are now lying on the ground. Of course, the Catachans can also use guns to deal with it, but this is too embarrassing, so out of respect for the strong, they did not disarm Xinlata.
of arms.
"We are just here to pick up trash."
Rozim said to Stryker sincerely:
"I accidentally went to the wrong place."
"Scavengers? Your level of lying is worse than that of the greenskins! Only ghosts believe that picking up trash can lead to a subspace portal! Tell me! Are you spies of heretics?"
"No! No! Master Jun! I'm definitely not!"
Rozim quickly waved his hand and explained:
"We are good citizens of the empire! Great citizens!"
"Good people?"
Stryker held the pistol and looked carefully at Rozim, who looked like a gangster, and shook his head.
"I have no say in this matter. The judge has the final say. Why don't you go explain it to him."
"Ah, this-"
At this moment, Xinlata suddenly moved and pulled out the knife in her arms. The black blade had some strange light green fluorescence.
As soon as he moved like this, other Catachan soldiers also moved and raised their guns.
Rozim was startled and quickly said to Sinlata:
"Don't get excited, why are you using the knife?"
Before he finished speaking, the color of the world suddenly changed!
The sky above the jungle began to become distorted, thunder began to boom, and countless dazzling lightnings fell from the sky.
Trees were blown to pieces in the lightning and thunder, and many buildings hidden in the jungle were also damaged. A wooden house was struck by lightning and instantly turned into a ball of fire.
Just when everyone was stunned, the sudden downpour took away the heat from the ground and spread out a high wall of cold.
The violent rain smashed the huge and dense leaves on the tree crowns, smashed the moss on the ground, and even smashed the cracked tree trunks, and the rivers were flooded with blood-red floods.
In the cold heavy rain, the soldiers prayed and hid, even the communication channel was interrupted, and the surrounding area was less than one meter visible.
"Holy crap! What happened!"
The four of them immediately hid under a collapsed stone house and were shocked to see the blood outside.
"What the hell kind of storm is this?"
Hank Evans yelled.
"Where the hell did that come from?"
Xinlata lowered her head and said something.
"It's coming..."
"who?"
"Master of the Hellfire Stone."
Then, amid the dense raindrops, fist-sized hail also fell from the sky.
The hail almost shattered the bones of the soldiers, and seeing the mud reaching their knees, Stryker could only temporarily put down the four men and lead the team to retreat to the foothills.
"Go right now!"
Xinlata suddenly roared and rushed out of the rainstorm first.
Although the other three people didn't know what happened, their experiences along the way told them that they were right to follow this man, so they also rushed into the heavy rain.
Within a radius of 60 kilometers over the entire sky above Attica, black clouds were already covering the city, lightning was thundering, and strong winds were howling.
The force of this storm was so powerful that even the cogitator array at the planet's orbital station was unable to calculate its magnetic field distribution or remove its violent signal interference.