God Emperor’s Angel of Death

After finishing talking about the original body, the stone chamber fell into a dead silence, only the occasional crackling of the oil lamp and the groaning of the being bound by the iron wire.

In the end, it was Saivita who broke the silence.

"Let’s get back to the subject, although the original body is dead, his predictive ability continues in Legion’s bloodline with a very low probability. For example, I only partially inherited the original body’s ability, but that Yuan can't be called foreshadowing, just let me be one step ahead in the battle."

Then, he raised his hand, the chain of in midair came down like a life, and sent the magic book to His hands.

"I promised you once to find the prophet for you."

Speaking, he even opened the magic book.

Soshian glanced over, only to find that there was nothing inside.

"The prophet is the only person who has inherited the abilities of the original body, but he also inherited the pain caused by the foreshadowing. You must be psychologically prepared. That guy may not be so easy to talk... But at least not rigid."

"He?"

Soshian blinked.

"Where and when can we find him?"

"I don't know, I just interfered with his prophecy and led him here, as for when …You have to ask Subspace."

Said, Savita handed the magic to Soshian.

"It's useless to me now."

Soshian froze for a moment, and then took the Grimoire. For a moment, he felt the heavy book in his hand like A heart is beating.

There was also an iron lock engraved with a secret seal on it. Soshian wanted to unlock it and inspected the inside carefully, but Sevita immediately stopped him with a loud voice.

"Don't do this unless you plan to use it now."

"Use it?"

Soshian stopped what he was doing.

"is it possible that you plan to find a place to throw it away?"

"But...maybe it should be handed over to the court."

"Don't be stupid."

Savita waved his hand, as if driving away flies, or some stupid thought.

"Do you think the Tribunal will find a place to bury it? Let me tell you, they may stay in the snow for a while, but eventually they will use this thing, and it will be unsurprisingly It slips away."

"Slip away."

Soshian lowered his head and glanced at the magic book.

"Do you mean that it will run by itself?"

"Nonsense, it is conscious, part of the guy you killed is still in it, and he intends to escape at any time ."

"But in my place..."

"It can't run away with you."

Savita lost patience a bit.

"Believe me, there is no place in the whole galaxy other than your side to save it."

Soshian was silent for a moment, then cautiously hung the magic book on his waist, and Tuck it under the burqa.

"Remember, if you plan to use it, you must stay away from your allies, especially mortals, as much as possible, and it is best to cooperate with the power of your gray marrow."

"What is its function?"

"Its singing, that kind of deadly sound, you only need to order it to sing after you unlock the chain. It cannot disobey your request because it is afraid of being Destroy."

"Can I destroy it?"

Soshian raised his brow.

"Don’t think about it now, there may be opportunities in the future, even more how such a powerful weapon of formidable power, it’s a pity to destroy it... You can give it to a trustworthy one if necessary. Psionic, it will become a nightmare for all enemies."

"I won't do such a dangerous thing."

Soshian shook the head, the proposal of Saivita and Don't catch a cold.

"What's its name."

"Malavia's movement."

Looked thoughtful nodded, Soshian stood up immediately.

"Anything else."

"Not for the time being."

"There will be a triumphal banquet later. Come and join us."

Prince the crows snorted and didn't reply.

Soshian has become accustomed to this attitude of the other party, and turned around and walked out the door.

But after not taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and turned to ask:

"Almost forgot, who is the prophet?"

" His name is Talos Varkolan, known as the Soul Hunter. He used to be Primaris Apothecary and then the Sergeant of the First Claw in Ten Successions."

"Talos..."

Soshian engraved this name into his mind, and at the same time was imagining, what kind of traitor is this?

"Talos!"

Maku Shen loudly said:

"You should not suddenly change your route."

Talos Opening and closing his fists, the smooth servo system immediately sent out a soft ensemble.

"Me, what should I do?"

He asked, although he already knew the answer.

"No one will respect a fragile leader. You are too considerate and too self-examined. They treat your words as a joke, but it can also make up for... Trust me, brother, Lie Claw No one in China plunged into the unknown void just for your desire to pursue your soul."

Talos nodded, when checking his collection-those Imperium badges, easily agreed to all this.

"So, their only purpose of fighting is to spread terror among the crowd, isn't it, these shallow and useless souls have no deeper emotions."

Claw looked at his leader silently for a while.

"What's the matter with you?"

Maku Shen asked softly:

"Since Charles died, what pain has enveloped you these nights You said this before falling into a long dream, and it was twice as bad after waking up. You can’t yell into the air."

The prophet sighed and turned to play with the wing The golden sword.

"I'm just tired of escape. I want to win it. I also want to know the meaning of fighting for it."

"What is it? What are you talking about? Nonsense?"

"We should get better, we must change and evolve, stagnation is worthless."

"You sound like Ruben who hasn't left us yet. ."

The prophet's lips curled into an ironic sneer.

"I have endured this pain for a long time. The only difference is that I say it now! I don’t regret it. Saying these shortcomings is like cutting a cyst. I feel the venom from my It’s not guilty to live a life that’s left in the body, but we should have worked hard for war and extolled our fears in the name of our father. We all vowed to do this.

Cover up the doubts on his pale face.

"Are you crazy? How many people in Legion will pay attention to the long-standing boast of Crazy Primarch? "

"I'm not saying that Legion will pay attention to these words. "

Talos squinted.

"I mean we should be aware that if we do this, our lives will be more valuable. "

"Legion's admonition was once taught, and he was proven when he died. It is still meaningful to survive as best we can, and then wait for the day when Imperium falls. "

"When did it fall?" Then what? "

Marcus looked at Talos for a while, shrugged.

"Who cares? "

"No, that's not enough, not enough for me. "

Suddenly, the Prophet’s muscles tightened as he gritted his teeth.

This detail was immediately caught by Cyrion who was silent on the side.

" Calm down, brother! "

Talos' body leaned forward suddenly, and Cyrion and Markushen immediately rushed to hug him.

"This is not enough! "

"Talos..."

Syrion paused, intending to stretch out his hands and drag the Prophet back.

Maku looked at him with wide eyes. With all this, I’m not sure if I’m going to grab his weapon.

Talos is also focused on throwing his brothers away, and the flames are jumping in his black eyes.

"Not enough! ! We have been burdened with so many senseless sins and endless failures for so many centuries! Legion was poisoned, we sacrificed the entire world to clean it, but we also failed! We are the only Legion that is hated by our original body! Here we failed again! We vowed to avenge the Imperium, but we escaped every battle in which we did not dominate! We fail again and again! Have you ever tried your best to fight even once without the hope of escape? Have any of us ever? Ever since you besieged Tyra, have you ever drawn your weapon with the belief that you might sacrifice? "

Suddenly, Talos' body softened, and he collapsed back on the chair again.

"No, never..."

Justice As he muttered to himself, a warning bell suddenly sounded on the bridge.

"Urgent report! Battleship with unknown signal is approaching! "