Chapter 498

The entire steel door, as if a symbol of the supreme power of the empire, stood there heavily, waiting for the destined person to uncover its dusty secrets.

Obviously, behind this heavy door, there is a terrifying unknown thing hidden. It is a terrifying existence, as if as long as the door is opened, it will release endless darkness and fear. There is an indescribable sense of oppression in the air, which makes people feel cold and dare not touch the mysterious door easily.

Since the prisoners were escorted into this gloomy prison, the heavy door has been permanently closed under the strict order of Magic Pattern Malcador. Constantine stood quietly in front of the door, his eyes penetrating the door covered with thick dust, as if he could penetrate into the endless darkness behind the door. He knew that once this door was closed, it meant an insurmountable ban. Unless someone is willing to take extreme violent measures, it will never open.

Constantine's fingers gently touched the dust on the door, as if trying to find the long-forgotten clue. He recalled the cold and ruthless face of the magic pattern Malcador and his obsession with power. This door, as if cast by magic, isolated the prisoners from the world and became an inescapable cage.

"If you want to open it, you can only use violence." Constantine said in a heavy tone, his eyes revealing a hint of helplessness and determination. He knew that this door was not only a physical barrier, but also a psychological bondage. Only those who are brave enough to not fear hardships can break it open and regain their lost freedom. "

"Let me do it. "The Imperial Regent's voice was low and firm. He walked steadily to the heavy steel door, and his deep eyes flashed with an unquestionable light. He slowly placed his palm on the cold tin seal of the door, as if touching the mark of time. With the gradual infusion of spiritual energy, wisps of golden flames began to spread outward from the center of the tin seal as if they had life. They jumped and danced, gradually covering the entire steel door.

The temperature of the flame gradually increased, and the metal surface began to glow red, as if trembling slightly under the high temperature. The surrounding air seemed to become distorted and uneasy because of this powerful energy, and an invisible pressure spread. The Regent's face was calm, but his eyes flashed with the desire and control of power. Every move he made seemed calm, but Full of power again.

As time went by, the light of the golden flame became more and more dazzling, and the entire door was shrouded in a layer of golden light, as if it was given new life. Driven by this powerful spiritual energy, the steel door slowly and heavily opened, revealing a deep passage leading to an unknown world.

Under the dim light, the molten steel poured in the crack of the door seemed to be endowed with magic, gradually transforming at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the originally cold silver-white liquid slowly showed a layer of warm golden luster. This golden liquid flowed quietly in the crack of the door, like a delicate golden ribbon, slowly melting in silence, releasing a mysterious and seductive charm. As time went by, the golden molten steel became softer and softer, like butter illuminated by the sun, gradually losing its hardness. The outline finally turned into a pool of flowing metallic luster.

Under the deep night, the Imperial Regent seemed unusually calm. He gently pushed open the cold and hard steel door, as if he was just pushing open an ordinary wooden door. His steps were steady, stepping on the molten steel that had not yet completely solidified, leaving a series of slightly trembling footprints. This prison was silent, but it held an extremely important existence - a Primarch. Just like that, he walked into this prison full of unknowns and secrets with an unquestionable majesty.

At the end of the steel door, the Imperial Regent took a heavy and slow step. Under the dim light and in the dusty air, he saw the mysterious Primarch. The Primarch had an upright posture, a deep and mysterious face, as if he was a messenger from another world. The regent stood there quietly, waiting for the arrival of the regent.

Everything around seemed to be still at that moment, and the air was filled with an indescribable tension. The heartbeat of the imperial regent could not help but accelerate, he clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes flashed with complex light. He knew that this primarch held the future of the empire and perhaps hid the deep secrets of the empire.

In the cold shadow of the steel door, the two powerful beings finally met. At this moment, the fate of the empire seemed to be changing quietly, and the mysterious primarch was the key to this change.

In this dark and cold stone room, the giant was tightly bound to the cold cross by dozens of iron chains as thick as wrists. The iron chains left deep marks on the giant's tangled muscle body, as if to lock up his strength and dignity. The sharp short spear pierced the giant's limbs mercilessly, and every wound silently told of pain and despair. Bright red blood dripped along the wound, each drop reflecting the sorrow of life, dripping onto the cold stone ground, gradually gathering into a pool of blood. In this silent torture, the giant closed his eyes tightly, but from his trembling eyelashes, one could still feel the endless struggle and unyielding spirit deep in his heart.

The dried blood spread on the ground, forming a disgusting pattern. It was an ugly dark red, as if silently accusing the tragedy that had happened. The air was filled with a stale and musty smell that had not seen the sun for a long time. This smell was like a long-dormant memory that was suddenly awakened, which was very depressing. Everything around seemed so dead, as if time had stopped here, and the breath of life had long been swallowed up by this dead silence.

Before the iron-blooded wrist of the Imperial Regent and Constantine's firm steps stepped into this prison, this was a completely dark world. The surroundings were like being immersed in the darkness of thick ink. No light could penetrate this darkness, and even a weak spark could not light up here. The prisoners imprisoned here could not see everything around them, and could not even tell the passage of time. In this endless darkness, the only thing they could feel was the beating of their own hearts, the flow of blood in their pulses, and the subtle sound of blood dripping on the cold stone floor. This voice was particularly clear in the silence, as if it was the most loyal companion in the darkness, accompanying them every moment in silent despair.

This was an extremely terrifying torture, as if endless darkness had descended, plunging people into the abyss of despair. In this endless night, every ray of light seemed so precious, yet so far away. The soul was ruthlessly torn apart, enduring unspeakable pain, as if in purgatory, suffering. In this long torture, courage and faith were ruthlessly destroyed, bringing people to the brink of collapse.

Under the cold and sharp gaze of the Imperial Regent, the giant, who was tightly bound to the ancient stone cross by iron chains, struggled to slowly raise his head covered with blood and scars. His face was painful and distorted, as if he was enduring the deepest pain in the world, but in his deep eyes, there was still a spark of unyielding.

The Imperial Regent's gaze penetrated the long dust of history and fell on a vicissitudes of life face covered with traces of time. On this weathered and rugged face, there are a pair of deep and passionate pupils, as if they can ignite the enthusiasm of the whole world. The unyielding light flashes in those pupils, like a blazing flame, revealing an indescribable strength and determination.

Imprisoned in this ancient prison, after ten thousand years of baptism, although the primarch of the 11th Legion is unfamiliar with the identity of the Imperial Regent, he remembers the familiar face of Constantine in his heart. It is a face full of majesty and wisdom, which has guided him countless times on the battlefield and brought him the dawn of victory. Although time flies, the years are like a shuttle, but Constantine's face is still deeply imprinted in his memory, as if it was yesterday.

Constantine, it really surprised me that in these long years, the first person who walked into this dark room to visit me was you. Since I haven't talked to anyone for many years, my voice sounded a little unclear, echoing in the empty room with a hint of surprise and joy that was difficult to conceal.

"Look, has my father realized his mistake?" The Primarch sneered, his mouth slightly raised, revealing a hint of sarcasm, "The Great Crusade launched by the Emperor is impossible to bring any substantial improvement to mankind. On the contrary, his actions will only make this vast galaxy further plunge into a crazy and cruel war." """

The Primarch's deep and powerful voice echoed between the vast stars: "Only by obeying the will of the God of Peace can we unite the various races among the stars. When that day comes and the Pan-Galactic Civilization Federation is successfully established, it will be the time for the evil gods of the subspace to pay the price. "There is a kind of enthusiasm in his words that is difficult to describe, as if it can ignite the desire for peace and unity in every listener's heart.

His eyes are shining with star-like light, and his voice is like a call from the depths of the universe, full of faith and determination: "We must cross the boundaries of race, cross the barriers of the stars, and closely connect all intelligent life. Only in this way can we resist the evil gods lurking in the subspace, those dark forces that try to destroy the peace and order of the universe. "

His passion is like a burning flame, inspiring every listener: "Let us work hand in hand for this grand goal. When the flag of the Pan-Galactic Civilization Federation flutters in the starry sky, that moment is when we declare war on the evil gods of the subspace. They will tremble because of our unity and be destroyed by our strength. "

In the face of this unstoppable force, all doubts and fears seem insignificant. The Primarch's voice is like a key that opens the door to the future and leads everyone to a new world full of hope and peace.

This guy's words reveal a lot of things that are of concern, and there seems to be unfathomable mysteries hidden between the lines. The Imperial Regent's deep eyes condensed slightly, and he pondered for a moment, as if weighing the weight of every word in his heart. Then, he slowly stood up and walked towards the Primarch with steady steps. His figure looked particularly tall in the dim hall, like a towering tower, and every step seemed to demonstrate his supreme authority and dignity. Finally, he stopped in front of the Primarch, his eyes full of wisdom locked tightly on the other party, ready to unveil the mysterious veil.

"What exactly is the God of Peace? This question has troubled countless seekers since ancient times. The God of Peace is not a specific image or a touchable entity, but a concept deeply rooted in the human heart. A beautiful vision that mankind pursues together.

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Throughout history, people have used different languages ​​and methods to depict the image of the God of Peace. Some say it is a kind old man, some say it is a gentle mother, and some say it is an invisible breeze that gently blows across the earth, bringing peace and harmony. But no matter how it is depicted, the essence of the God of Peace remains the same: it is the terminator of war, the resolver of disputes, and the guardian of happiness.

The God of Peace is not just a symbol, it is a force, a force that can inspire people's hearts and guide mankind towards a better future. When our hearts are filled with the light of peace, the world becomes a more peaceful and beautiful place because of our faith. "

"The God of Peace, that is a great race that quells the endless wars in the galaxy. With their supreme wisdom and power, they maintain the harmony and tranquility of the universe." The original body's voice contained deep reverence, as if Can feel the divine brilliance, "In front of them, all disputes and contradictions seem insignificant. Human beings, this young race, should entrust their destiny to the protection of the God of Peace and accept their rule, To achieve true peace.”

The Primarch continued: "The existence of the false emperor is a blasphemy against the order of the universe and a betrayal of the God of Peace. His rule will eventually come to an end, and the scale of justice will not tilt forever. Humanity should realize that the true Strength and glory do not come from the authority of the false emperor, but from the blessing of the God of Peace. The false emperor will eventually be judged and his crimes will be judged fairly.”

In this sacred voice, people seem to see the glory of the God of Peace spreading across the Milky Way, illuminating every corner and bringing hope and peace. “The God of Peace he spoke of was actually the Randan alien that was destroyed with the joint efforts of Lion King Ryan and the Dark Angels. "Constantine gave the answer in a heavy tone, "During that magnificent period of the Great Crusade, this mysterious alien race established a large and powerful country in the eastern part of the Storm Star Territory.