"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...
Grand Inquisitor, Dizzy Valentine."
After hearing Lennart Meyers' words, the man raised his head, revealing his wrinkled face, and said hoarsely:
"So, are you ready to accept the secret?"
"Yes, that's exactly why I'm here."
"Then come here."
Lennart Meyers stepped forward, still holding the gun in his hand, but the other party's breathing was already very weak, so he relaxed his vigilance and squatted in front of the legendary Grand Inquisitor.
"My lord, I will listen to everything you have to say."
"Do you know why I disappeared? Because I was looking for something -"
As he spoke, the old man took out a dagger from his arms, an indigo-colored dagger shaped like some kind of bird feather.
"This is--"
The next moment, when Lennart Meyers was focusing on the dagger, the opponent's arm moved forward like lightning, and the dagger pierced directly into his chest.
"ah!"
Lennart Meyers screamed, his whole body twitching like an electric shock, while the legendary judge smiled slightly and turned into a pile of ashes in an instant.
The Inquisitor initially wanted to pull out the dagger, but when he held the dagger, his hands were stuck to the handle, and he could only curl up in a ball under the severe pain.
At the same time, a large number of black threads poured out from the dagger, converging along his body towards his brain.
At that moment, the whirlpool of unreality pulled at him, its unrestricted and terrifying promises seeking to pry his perception of the material world.
Lennart Meyers worked hard to keep himself in check and never wavered.
He knows his identity, he can feel his body, even though he is on the edge of his perception.
When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was in a strange room. The room was composed of eight walls covered with runes.
There are no other furnishings in the room. Chaotic runes snake on the marble floor. A basalt throne stands on a high platform next to the north wall. It is covered with gold, steel and brass threads, and there is a throne sitting on it.
A stooped, thin man wearing a robe and hood
Something called to him, distant and unclear at first, but Lennart Meyers responded immediately as if there was something important to know.
So he cautiously approached.
"Do you know what the Sky Eagle emblem represents?"
Suddenly, an old voice sounded from under his bowed head, and Lennart Meyers stopped.
"Reveal the glory of the Empire and humanity."
"anything else?"
"...demonstrating the alliance between Mars and Terra for the common good of humanity."
"anything else?"
"Remember the past and look forward to the future."
"Ah, you are on to the point. As long as the empire still exists, I hope this differentiated attitude will not be reversed... But it is not just a symbol, it is a reminder, and it is not just a warning to others.
Man, too, is a reminder of the One who sometimes does not think carefully about the past, always focusing on his vision of the destiny of the human race, and therefore not always able to remember the lessons that others have learned...
...As a saying goes, the only lesson mankind has learned from history is that mankind cannot learn any lessons from history."
Lennart Meyers stopped where he was, hesitating. He felt that his thinking was a bit confused. He seemed to be able to understand the other party's words, but he seemed to have no idea at all.
"I...I'm here to find the answer."
"The answer..."
Suddenly, a floating stone slab appeared in front of the basalt platform.
Lennart Meyers walked forward involuntarily. He looked down and found four eight-sided dice scattered on the stone slab in front of him. The pattern on the stone slab was very strange and mysterious, but the patterns were emerging.
The Inquisitor stared hard and saw some things he had seen before, but also new things, obscured by suspicion, intruding on the edges of the picture.
As he got closer, he could hear words, half-spoken words of fate.
Just a few more casts, a few more casts on the ever-changing ocean.
So he stretched out his hand, grabbed the dice, and threw them on the stone slab. They clicked on the stone and fell into the whirlpools and intersections carved on the stone slab. The half-dark rusty light illuminated the sieve.
symbol.
Lennart Meyers lowered his head and was obsessed with those runes. He didn't know if he could understand their meaning. He was not a fortune teller, and it seemed chaotic and irregular.
"Choice."
A skinny finger floated over the dice but did not touch it.
"struggle."
Lennart Meyers tried to see what the other man was seeing, but he couldn't.
Then he looked up at the old man.
"represents what?"
"This is its law, every time, full of changes, but the core remains the same."
Lennart Meyers looked at the rings again.
For a moment, just like the other person said, he did discover something.
Not a picture, but a certain necessity summoned by the arrangement.
In the blink of an eye, the floor beneath him became transparent, revealing a vortex below - the stars disappeared and turned into infinity, leaving only a thousand shimmering trails in the void.
This illusion did not last long and faded quickly.
"The unknown and the fear."
As he spoke, the man reached out and picked up a sieve that turned black.
"What are you afraid of?"
The judge asked subconsciously.
"What is there to fear?"
"What I'm afraid of is that the situation is irreversible. War and time have brought too many unpredictable changes. Everything we do may be in vain in the end."
Lennart Meyers looked at him suspiciously.
"Who are you anyway?"
"Answer."
"You didn't give me an answer."
"Because you came with doubts, so what is the ultimate goal you are pursuing?"
Lennart Meyers froze, then whispered back:
"Victory, the ultimate victory of mankind."
"Yes, victory, we were almost close to this goal, but my mistake was to underestimate the real enemy. The war started before we were ready. This is a responsibility that I need to take, and I will also bear it.
It, corrects it, but it comes at a cost.”
With that said, the man rolled the last dice.
"Sacrifice, price."
"The entire galaxy hates us...Humanity is alone in the darkness, and if we want to survive, we have to hate it even more, I get it."
Lennart Meyers said, smiling with an air of understanding that began to dissipate from his body.
"I understand, I am willing to accept this price."
"So--"
Half an hour later, the judge stood up unsteadily, gently pulled out the dagger from his chest, and then rubbed the wound with his palm.
It stopped bleeding immediately.
"Owner......"
In the darkness, Melissa blinked and saw Lennart Meyers walking out of the door with an expressionless face.
"It has nothing to do with you here, go to sleep."
Lennart Meyers waved his hand, and Melissa fainted instantly, and was hugged by him the moment she landed.