Lennart Meyers entered the pit again alone, because he realized that the problem must be solved tonight.
He walked in the darkness for a long time, and stopped when he reached the entrance at the bottom.
"We should talk."
To Lennart Meyers, the sounds in the darkness sounded like a chorus of knives scraping against metal.
Frost spread across the walls and floor, and a tingling sensation of static electricity ran across his skin.
After a while, a tall shadow stepped into his field of vision.
Its figure seemed to emerge directly from the darkness, and its whole body was wrapped in darkness. Only a bare snake-shaped helmet was exposed, covered with ice crystal scales. The scarlet eyepiece was contained in the snake's snout. The upper and lower eyepieces were
Equipped with sharp teeth.
"Talk about..."
Lennart Meyers looked very cautious, and the giant also stopped.
This was not the first time that the Inquisitor wanted to find out the details of this collaborator who had been in contact with him a long time ago. Even when he was still studying under his mentor, the other party had already cooperated with his mentor, and even his mentor's
tutor--
Their entire faction seems to have had a long-term relationship with this person.
No one knows its name, they just call it "Viper".
He had also doubted whether the other party was a former fallen member of the Astartes Legion, but his mentor told him that the plans carried out by this man were in compliance with a great will.
But is that true?
Could that be true?
Personally, Lennart Meyers doesn't believe it, even if he can be where he is today, it has something to do with the other party.
Who is this person loyal to and what is his purpose?
Now, this question seems to need an answer more than ever.
As if he was aware of it, Lennart Meyers suddenly turned around and looked around the dark passage, and then turned back again.
"You didn't inform me before you came."
"I can come and go as I please."
Viper shook his head.
"It will only appear when I think it is needed, and it will definitely appear."
"Which side are you on?"
Lennart Meyers asked suddenly, and Viper tilted his head as if he didn't understand.
So the judge emphasized it again.
"You know what I'm talking about."
The Viper shook its head again, and for some reason, Lennart Meyers felt as if an evil smile appeared on the cold snake-shaped helmet.
"To be honest, this question is quite stupid."
"Your behavior makes me doubt that we must not lose this war. Although I care about the interests of the sect, I care more about the empire. I cannot leave such an important fate to a person of unknown origin."
"Lennart, if I said I didn't care about you..."
Lennart Meyers stared into the other person's amber eyes, and then shook his head.
"No, you won't."
"I just want to ask you a question, Lennart..."
The next moment, a snake-like voice hissed in Lennart Meyers's ears, as if several throats were whispering at the same time.
"What are you here for?"
"Emperor——"
"You are a hypocrite, cunning...and an unscrupulous person, but you hesitate to move forward...why?"
Lennart Meyers blinked.
"Those are just my personal reasons."
The venomous snake was staring at him, its pupils drawing a black razor-like slit in its eyes.
The judge looked back at the other party firmly and said:
"But I will still win this war for Him at all costs..."
"Yeah, I can too."
Viper nodded, but then the conversation changed.
"The question is, are you willing to make others pay the same price?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know what's coming next."
Lennart Meyers blinked again, the lantern in his hand swayed again in the silence, and the other person's words lingered in his skull.
Then, he shook his head.
"I need her to open that thing."
"Yes I know."
"You seem to know everything."
"Then I will help you."
Lennart Meyers looks into the eyes of Viper.
"How are you going to help me?"
"...You will understand then."
The viper slowly disappeared into the darkness, just like a real snake.
Lennart Meyers turned around and waited for a moment.
Suddenly, the pale Melissa walked out of the darkness. She was sweating profusely. She glanced at the judge tremblingly and whispered:
"Owner......."
Lennart Meyers sighed.
"You shouldn't have followed."
The other party didn't answer.
Then he turned around and looked at the dark wall in front of him.
"Open it."
Melissa did as she was told. Nothing was complicated. She put her hand on the shell of the sphere. When her unique spiritual power ran along a certain trajectory, a door flashing with light green fluorescence suddenly appeared.
Lennart Meyers hesitated in front of the door for a moment, and finally stepped in.
The next moment, I found myself standing alone in an ancient stone corridor. A soft voice came from the depths. The voice had a rhythm, like a heartbeat, falling and falling together.
It's the sea.
The wind whistled in his ears, bringing snowflakes to stick to his face and coat, and the torches swayed in the wind, making a hissing sound.
Lennart Meyers stepped forward with his pistol raised, his boots tapping on the flat stone floor, and there were several red letters written on the wall to his right.
Honor, duty, faith.
Lennart Meyers slowly lowered his pistol, stretched out a gloved hand, and placed his fingers on the word "faith."
"Do you own it?"
This sentence echoed with a strange rhyme, as if two people said it at the same time.
Lennart Meyers looked around and saw a man standing there, wearing a white coat with a red ribbon hanging on his chest, his medals shining as brightly as his eyes.
That was his lost mentor.
"Faith, Lennart, do you have it?"
Lennart Meyers took his hand away from the writing on the wall and instinctively saluted to the other party.
"Yes, teacher, as you taught me, faith is my shield and my sword."
The other party shook his head.
"If that's the case, why do you still have so many doubts?"
Lennart Meyers blinked.
"Suspect?"
The other person took a few steps towards him.
"Doubts about the thing, doubts about the grand plan, doubts about the viper."
The man finally narrowed his eyes.
"And doubting yourself."
Lennart Meyers clenched his fists subconsciously.
"There is a reason for my suspicion, teacher."
"Is it because you think you might fail?"
The other person's words were like a knife cut, like a gunshot wound. He couldn't bear it, nor could he accept the possibility of disappointing the person he admired so much.
"No!"
He spat out the word through clenched teeth.
The world flickered, like a torch, like a corroded photo, and the mentor smiled at him.
There was no corridor, and there was no sea. There was only a cool and empty stone room. The walls were shimmering with light. A figure fell to the ground. His long gray hair covered his face, but it could be seen that the other person was wearing a uniform.
A black coat.
Lennart Meyers stepped forward. He saw the Inquisition logo on his coat and realized that he had finally found the goal he had been looking for for so long.
"The most famous leader of the Promius sect, who was also the one who launched the war against the Horus sect, mysteriously disappeared at the most critical moment of the war, leaving the sect leaderless and eventually defeated by the Horus sect...