The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"The most famous leader of the Promuse faction was also the one who launched the war against the Horus faction, but mysteriously disappeared at the most critical time of the war, causing the sect to be leaderless and finally defeated by the Horus faction... Inquisitor, Dizzy Valentine."

Hearing Lennart Meyers' words, the man raised his head, revealing a wrinkled face, and said hoarsely:

"So, are you ready to accept that secret?"

"Yes, that's what I'm here for."

"Then come here."

Lennart Meyers stepped forward, still holding the gun, 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 say."

"Do you know why I disappeared? Because I was looking for something—"

Saying that, the old man took out a dagger from his arms, an indigo-colored dagger that looked like some kind of bird feather.

"This is-"

The next moment, when Lennart Meyers was focusing on the dagger, the opponent's arm was sent forward like lightning, and the dagger pierced directly into his chest.

"what!"

Lennart Meyers screamed and twitched like an electric shock, while the legendary Inquisitor smiled and turned into a pile of ashes in an instant.

The Inquisitor initially wanted to pull out the dagger, but when he grabbed the dagger, his hands were glued to the handle, and he could only curl up in a ball of pain.

At the same time, a large amount of black silk threads poured out of the dagger and converged along his body towards his brain.

At that moment, the vortex of unreality was pulling at him, its limitless and terrifying promise seeking to shake his perception of the physical world.

Lennart Meyers struggled to hold his own, unwavering.

He knew who he was, he could feel his body, even though he was on the fringes of its perception.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in an unfamiliar room consisting of eight walls covered with runes.

There is nothing else in the room, a chaotic rune snaking on the marble floor, a basalt throne on a high platform next to the north wall, threaded in gold, steel and brass, on which sits a basalt throne. rickety, thin, man in a robe and hood

Something was calling for him, distant and unclear at first, but Lennart Meyers responded immediately, like something important needed to be known.

So he moved forward cautiously.

"Do you know what the eagle emblem represents?"

Suddenly, an old voice sounded from under the lowered head, and Lennart Meyers stopped.

"Showing the glory of empire and humanity."

"anything else?"

"...to demonstrate the alliance of Mars and Terra for the common good of humanity."

"anything else?"

"Remember the past and look to the future."

"Ah, you got to the point, as long as the empire exists, hopefully this distinction will not be reversed...but it's not just a symbol, it's a reminder, and it's not just a reminder to other Man, also a reminder to the One who sometimes does not ponder over the past, his attention is always on the vision of the destiny of the human race, and therefore does not always remember the lessons others have learned... …As the saying goes, the only lesson that humanity has learned from history is that humanity cannot learn anything from history.”

Lennart Meyers stopped in place and hesitated. He felt that his thinking was a little confused, he seemed to be able to understand the other party's words, and seemed to be clueless.

"I...I'm here to find the answer."

"Answer..."

Suddenly, a floating slate appeared in front of the basalt high platform.

Lennart Meyers stepped forward involuntarily. He looked down and found four eight-sided dice scattered on the slate in front of him. The pattern of the slate was very strange and mysterious, but the pattern was emerging.

The Inquisitor stared hard and saw something he had seen before, and something new, blurred by suspicion, intruding on the edges of the picture.

He was close, he could hear some words, and fate was half-spoken.

Just a few more throws, a few more throws on the ever-changing ocean.

So he reached out, grabbed the dice, and threw them on the slate, where they clicked and fell into the swirls and intersections carved on the slate, and a half-dark light of rust illuminated the sieve symbol.

Lennart Meyers was obsessed with the runes, he didn't know if he could understand the meaning, he wasn't a fortune teller, and it seemed chaotic and irregular.

"Choice."

A skinny finger floated over the die without touching it.

"struggle."

Lennart Meyers tried to see what the other side saw, but he couldn't.

So he looked up at the old man.

"represents what?"

"That's how it works, every time, full of changes, but the core remains the same."

Lennart Meyers looked at the rings again.

For a moment, as the other said, he did find something.

Not a picture, but a certain inevitability summoned by 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 vision did not last, and soon faded away.

"Unknown and fearful."

With that said, the man reached out and picked up a black sieve.

"What are you afraid of?"

The judge asked subconsciously.

"Fear of what?"

"What I am afraid of is that the situation is irreversible. The war and time have brought about too many unpredictable changes. Everything we have done may be in vain in the end."

Lennart Meyers looked at him suspiciously.

"Who are you?"

"Answer."

"You didn't give me an answer."

"Because you came with suspicion, then what is the ultimate you are looking for?"

Lennart Meyers froze, then replied in a low voice:

"Victory, the ultimate victory of mankind."

"Yes, victory, we were close to this goal, but my mistake was to underestimate the real enemy, the war started before we were ready, this is my responsibility, and I will also bear it It, correct 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 isolated in darkness, and if we want to survive, we have to hate it even more, I get it."

Lennart Meyers said, smiling with a certain knowing look, and his body began to dissipate.

"I see, I'm willing to accept the price."

"So-"

Half an hour later, the judge stood up staggeringly, and gently pulled out the dagger from his chest, then rubbed the wound with his palm.

It stopped bleeding immediately.

"Owner......"

In the darkness, Melissa blinked and saw Lennart Meyers coming out of the door with a blank face.

"It's none of your business here, go to sleep."

Lennart Meyers waved, Melissa fainted instantly, and was hugged by the other party the moment she landed.

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