Chapter 81 All Things Have Spirits (Please Order)

Chapter 80 All things have animism (please order)

Sanguinius stood up slowly. The dry plains spread out in all directions under her feet, with no end as far as the eye could see.

The light of the stars was bright and hot, and there was no cloud or fog in the sky. The hot wind blew from an unknown direction, and fine and dense gravel hit her fair skin, and some of the sand remained in her fluffy golden hair, making Sanguinius feel a little uncomfortable.

The gift of prophecy.

Sometimes he would lead her through many hallucinations uncontrollably.

In most cases, these illusions appear to be very false, and the difference between them and reality can be easily distinguished, just like a deep but clear dream. But there are also a small number of prophecies that create very realistic illusions.

Whether it was the change of light, the thin oxygen in the air, the feeling of hot wind blowing through the gravel and hitting the skin, etc., they were all indistinguishable from reality, so clear.

Even Sanguinius doubted it sometimes.

Is he in an illusory illusion, or has he really returned to Baal because of some special power.

This is not the first time she has returned here and has previous experience.

Sanguinius quickly became familiar with his surroundings.

Her feet were bare.

Trekking forward, the shallow footprints quickly disappeared into the endless wind and sand.

In the center of this desert is an ancient and mysterious altar, with nine stone pillars rising into the sky on a huge cracked base.

They are so tall that when you look up from a distance, they are like nine straight black thin lines disappearing into the blue sky.

Entering the altar, what appeared in front of Sanguinius were five pairs of small stone pillars about the height of a person.

The stone pillar on the left is carved with a black throne of thorns, while on the other side is a golden angel with wings spread out.

Each sculpture above is beautiful, shining in the sunlight, and represents the pinnacle of art and beauty.

Ten stone pillars formed a small ceremonial corridor.

Sanguinius stepped forward. The stone slabs under his feet were exposed to the sun but were not extremely hot. Instead, they had a slight coolness, like fine jade.

When the wings of the archangel passed over the last row of sculptures, a roaring explosion suddenly sounded in the sky.

Uh-huh!

She seemed to be falling, and a severe feeling of weightlessness appeared in her consciousness.

The sky above our heads was rising rapidly, so that the curved arc of the planet appeared at the end of our sight.

The boundless universe opened up in front of her, and Baal's two satellites flew across the dark sky.

Lightning symphony, thunder roars.

The huge bodies of the Destroying Angel and Guardian Angel appeared on the eternal battlefield.

The war between them has lasted for eternities.

But now the balance is changing.

When he first came to this altar, the dark angel of destruction had the upper hand.

Now, with the reunion of the Legion, planets are being liberated one after another through the fighting of the Blood Angels. The golden guardian angels also draw strength from these wars.

"You cannot deny our power."

The guardian angel waved his hand and spread out a golden light. The light turned into a bright galaxy, igniting an atomic storm of destruction on the armor of the destroying angel.

The Destroying Angel, who wore a hood and had jet-black wings, groaned, as if he had been traumatized by the previous confrontation.

But He didn't take it seriously. He tore off a piece of the dark night sky and turned it into a cloak, wrapping it around Himself.

The figure of the Destroying Angel briefly disappeared from Sanguinius's gaze.

When He returned to the battlefield.

Already behind the guardian angel, the long sword in his hand was slashing towards the golden angel's neck, but was blocked by the opponent's backhand with his arm armor.

The long sword and the golden armor collided with each other, and large sparks burst out.

Each of these two angels is over 10,000 feet tall.

The visions erupted from the collision of their weapons were also astonishing.

Sparks fell like meteorites from the sky. For a brief moment, Sanguinius thought Baal would be destroyed in the aftermath of the battle between the two.

"He has the upper hand for the time being." The Destroying Angel smiled coldly, "But it won't be eternity. The final victory will definitely belong to me. For us, time is like a book that we can flip through at will. Ten thousand years from now In the future, the empire you built will be nothing but ignorance, madness and despair."

He presented part of the picture to Sanguinius.

That is ten thousand years in the future.

Huge rifts tore the entire galaxy, the Astartes were killing each other, countless swarms of insects fell from the sky, and the undead resurrected from ancient tombs...

"This is just a possibility for the future, one of thousands of paths." Sanguinius was unmoved. She shook her head gently and said calmly: "Even if the outcome of the matter is really as you thought, The revelation is so bad, then we should redouble our efforts to leave more hope for future generations. "

"snort!"

The Destroying Angel sneered, "Your words cannot deceive yourself. You will shed tears for the death of your heirs."

"But not now." The guardian angel waved his sword and fiercely attacked forward.

"Accept my power and create more possibilities. Even in the deepest darkness of despair, there will be a glimmer of hope."

"This power is called animism..."

The guardian angel's voice became fainter, and the intense weightlessness reappeared in Sanguinius's consciousness.

She held her forehead with her hand and opened her eyes.

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She found herself back in the secret room deep inside the Red Tear.

The ship had already entered the subspace, and the buzzing vibration of the Geller Field running at full power could be easily detected even through the thick floor.

Sanguinius breathed a sigh of relief. The sound of the engine was a little noisy, but it made her feel alive.

She spread her fingers.

Only then did she find that they were stained with a little crystal sweat.

At some point, she had a layer of fine cold sweat on her body, and the smooth and soft silk robe was stuck to her skin. The curves of her body were clearly visible, and in some places, she could even vaguely see the icy white skin underneath. The Archangel shook her head, not caring about her current situation, and she focused her attention on the prophecy revealed by the Angel of Destruction.

Prophecy is a double-edged sword.

Sometimes the scene you see is just a trap. If you completely believe in the content presented by the prophecy, it will only bring about foolish destruction in the end.

But...

The scene in the picture was really horrifying.

The power of the human emperor was endless and unfathomable. The great expedition was advancing step by step and was invincible. One planet after another returned to human rule.

What kind of existence could destroy everything her father had built.

She thought of the abominable god sitting on the brass throne she saw on Baal.

The rampant roar was still echoing in her consciousness.

When the blood-red hand that covered the sky and the sun grabbed her, at a certain moment, she felt despair in her heart.

Could it be Him, or some similar existence.

But their power seemed to have little impact on the physical universe.

And those monsters.

Endless numbers of hideous beasts, metal undead revived from ancient tombs.

Where did they come from?

She had never seen relevant information in official records.

"In any case, pay more attention before everything happens and it is irreversible."

The archangel warned himself. Even the Primarchs are not invincible. There are too many dangers and hidden darkness in the universe.

Let alone.

Just the beast emperor that I met not long ago.

He has the powerful strength to fight against the Primarch head-on and not lose.

And the destructive power of that strange and hideous battle moon is far greater than the Glorious Queen-class battleship that represents the pinnacle of the Empire's conventional weapons.

"Focus on the present!"

Sanguinius withdrew his thoughts from those terrible illusions.

Her breathing stabilized and she focused on the gift of the guardian angel.

This is a new ability, which Sanguinius understood as a special perspective. When she jumped on the battle moon, she unconsciously entered this state.

The termite assault drill exploded in that war with an ability that even its creator Vulcan was surprised.

It laid an indelible contribution to the victory of this war.

And now.

When the gift of the guardian angel and Sanguinius were completely integrated, she could naturally enter this perspective again with just a thought.

She could even treat it as a passive ability and let it work for a long time.

Her pupils shrank slightly, and an invisible psychic light rippled on the metal and stone like a stream of water, spreading rapidly, and covering the entire Queen of Glory-class battleship in a breath.

She began to observe.

She saw the keel extending outward along the huge base.

It was made of active materials called spirit bones in the craft world, inlaid with spirit curium (psycurium), black glass, tourmaline and green glass meteorite;

She also saw the corridor covered with black marble on the keel.

Above the corridor hung a huge golden canopy, on which were various striped laws of harmony and disharmony, opposition and interweaving;

Captains Amit and Garnet led their team members to patrol the corridor. Navigating in the subspace is a dangerous thing, and even Geller's position cannot isolate all dangers.

In fact, through the glass of the dome.

The angel could sense many ghosts and monsters of various shapes running and screaming. These were the warp life born from the gathering of pure emotions.

Some of them were full of malice, some were full of curiosity, and a small part of them even represented positive qualities such as bravery, kindness, and loyalty.

The Angel of Destruction was right.

The warp is a mirror in the real universe, and the power in it was originally not good or evil.

But in the end, in a terrible war that was enough to destroy the entire galaxy, the warp was polluted.

Crazy emotions gathered together like a vortex, and some terrible existence was born from it. Since then, the warp has become dangerous and full of malice towards everything in the real universe.

Her psychic energy continued to spread outward, reaching the deepest part of the Red Tear, the abyss-like wide hall where the Geller Stand and the engine core were located.

Rows of sizzling stasis generators, energy regulating valves made of ancient technology, and psychic amplifiers were running at full power around the huge energy core.

Members of the Mechanical Integration Society, wearing scarlet cloaks and standing next to thick cables, were busy operating these buzzing machines.

Everything has a soul.

From the Angel's perspective, every machine on the Red Tear has its own soul.

These numerous souls combined together are the machine soul of the Red Tear. She combined her consciousness with the Red Tear, as if playing a harmonious movement.

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Every mechanical part in the Red Tear is playing its role to the greatest extent.

"Omnissiah, the gears are singing!"

In the power hall.

The sage of the Mechanical Integration Society moved his mechanical arm away from the operating table in front of him, and he praised the power of the God of All Machines with a series of flashing binary codes. If he still had tear glands now, he would surely shed excited tears.

——

At the same time.

The forging world Corcyra.

Although it had just experienced a war, with the support of the Mechanicus fleet. The Corcyra world quickly returned to its normal orbit.

The whole world was divided into two layers by the orange-yellow flame cloud covering the planet.

In the upper outer space, there are real "ships and water dragons". Countless Mechanicus ships, colony ships transporting slaves, mining ships loaded with goods from nearby resource planets, and expedition fleets coming to replenish war resources fill every corner of the starry sky.

From a distance, these various interstellar spaceships are like a shining silver-white ribbon.

And below the flame cloud, the surface of the forge world Corcyra presents a scene that is completely opposite to the prosperous starry sky.

The smoke of the war between the 18th Legion and the Orcs has not yet completely dissipated, and the orcs' scrapped garbage warships are still left in the endless wilderness.

In the northwest of this wilderness.

is a huge canyon that runs through the entire land.

The canyon is filled with various huge industrial facilities. The black spires and scorching furnaces stand like a steel forest from the bottom of the canyon to the sky. Some of the tallest buildings can even be seen in the outer space. The reflection of the terrifying person.

Talkis Blalock, the forge general of the Corcyra world, is waiting anxiously.

He was waiting for the arrival of the daughter of Omnissiah.

From the outside, Tarkis, wearing a scarlet robe, could not see many human features. He was more like a crawling iron dragon made of metal. He was more than three meters tall, holding a scepter engraved with the Omnissiah skull gear logo, and seven or eight mechanical claws grew from the dense metal cables behind him that flashed with electric light.

He did not need to breathe, because the power of the God of All Machines flowed in his iron body.

But now, this great and warm power was blocked.

Those damn orcs destroyed his body, and his proud body became uncoordinated.

Just like a boulder blocking a stream, after the war, his body became obscure, and the digital logic operation unit was no longer as handy as usual.

Part of the glory of Om Messiah left him, which might be a punishment for his dereliction of duty.

The physical damage and the pressure brought by the busy work took away Tarkis's usual good temper.

The arrival of the Daughter of the Om Messiah made him even more anxious. Those greedy people would only try every means to plunder more from him.

According to the agreement signed between the Emperor and the Mechanicus of Mars.

He needs to meet the requirements of the Daughter of the Om Messiah, but this does not mean blindly compromising.

Within the framework of the agreement, it has a lot of room for operation. If the requirements of the Daughter of the Om Messiah are too greedy, then don't blame it for pretending to obey. Tarkis hummed and thought in his heart, and the metal tentacles behind him danced back and forth.

He was ready to contradict and even clash.

Then--

As the scarlet storm bird tore through the corrosive industrial clouds above the canyon, the Daughter of the Om Messiah descended on his kingdom.

The light enveloped the fields and dispelled the deep darkness in the obsidian hall.

When touched by the light, Tarkis suddenly froze.

It was a bit of a card, mainly because I didn't know much about the Mechanicus, and I checked the information for a long time.