In ancient times, before the ancestors of human beings evolved, there was such a race, they were technologically advanced, long-lived, ancient, great, they created countless races, led many civilizations, and they themselves devoted themselves to the great spiritual construction, some of them thought that their precious wealth should be recorded forever, to provide valuable help to the followers. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, things will change.

War, a war of incursion and incomparably terrifying, protracted and sweeping across the stars, extinguished the fire of civilization of this ancient race.

However, the database remained, and the ancient races hid the last of their civilization's fires in many different places.

Yes, they believe that even if they reach the end, there are more precious treasures that will last forever.

"So, that's one of them?"

"It should be said, maybe. The ancient race known as the Ancient Saints of the Spirit Race is so far away from our time that it is extremely difficult to decipher what is said about them. ”

"So, Director McCohen, what did you send Hamilton for? This should not be within your purview. ”

"I know better than you about preventing external hostile forces that may pose a threat to the security of the Federation, defending the security of federal citizens and civil institutions outside the borders, and dismantling the internal hostile forces."

Then Malcogen walked up to Steven and stared at him majestically, "Next, I'll tell you why we're here." ”

"You guys are so naïve, that race called the Ancient Saint would really be so simple for us who came after us to get those data and data? So what do you think Tyron and the Enslavers came from? We don't just have suspicions, but we have evidence that it is all likely a trap, and that there may be something in it, but the cost of obtaining it may be greater than we think. Still, we have to get it, because even if we don't want it, we must not let the enemies of the Federation get it! I think that's the basis for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. ”

Steven nodded back, "But that still doesn't explain why you're here, the Federation can do without you." ”

"No, you can't, because time is running out." McCohen looked at Steven and sneered, "The influence of the isolationists in the World Council has allowed the Federation to avoid a large-scale conflict with the Empire...... And now, there is an Imperial Extermination Order fleet coming, originally because of the influence of Tyran, maybe they will arrive in a long time, but the 27th fleet is about to destroy Tyrann, and now they will arrive in a few days, by then, Tantalus V will have nothing left, and you will have a chance to retreat at most, but the information is impossible. The enemy is picking up pace, and the Federation is still dangling slowly! Your information network, as well as your cooperation with the Spirit Clan, have all proven to be unreliable, so we are here, Hamilton will assist you in obtaining the information in the database, and the rest is in the information I will give you next. This psionic item wasn't produced by us, it's only going to be used once, and it's up to the Federation to win or not, Mr. Ambassador. ”

With a burst of bright light, Steven's eyes briefly lost vision.

By the time Steven opened his eyes again, the stars and Marcohen were gone, and Hamilton and the others were standing beside him.

"Let's go, guys." Steven said, "We still have a lot of work to do, and as for you, Hamilton...... I can trust you, right. ”

"Of course"

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The throbbing of his upper and lower teeth from his seat slammed together, and Inquisitor Marcus Aurelius was finally awakened from his musings.

His body swayed from side to side with the violent jolting, and the fragile seat beneath him creaked painfully under the weight of him and his power armor, and the shaking was so violent that Marcos was nearly thrown from his seat several times, along with his armor.

"In the event of strong air currents, please hold on to your passengers." A dry electronic sound came from overhead------ coming from the navigator of the double-headed Hawk.

Marcos reached out and grabbed a handle on the side bulkhead, his movements stiff and mechanical, for his mind was not here at all, and he just followed the instructions blankly.

Staring blankly and intently at the gleaming metal floor, Marcos' mind was now a pot of mush, chaotic. He tried hard to sort out all the information he had gathered, but had met with a complete and shameful failure, and now the decision was almost entirely instinctive----- he couldn't really give a positive answer as to whether it was correct or not.

He raised his gaze slightly, and could see the female pastor's deputy sitting on the opposite side, even in this violently turbulent environment, she still tried to maintain her demeanor and bearing------- but the result only made her look like she was dying to save face, and it looked a little ridiculous. Marcos pursed his lips, trying to suppress the smile that had welled up in his moment, and then he turned his gaze out the window, where he could see two other double-headed eagles following behind the side of his landline, and in the center of the formation was a much larger cargo plane ------ commonly known as the "Fat Bird". These aircraft carried about forty people, including Marcos himself, mainly battle nuns, as well as some servants for logistical support, as well as a rhino personnel carrier and a purifier armored vehicle.

To put it simply, this is a small commando team.

The planes they are on now are all civilian planes that can still fly found in abandoned cities. Under normal circumstances, Marcos would never have been willing to use civilian aircraft to transport his troops----- after all, they had no armor, no firepower, and no speed, and if they were discovered by enemy aircraft, they would be killed. But he had no more options now, as his ship had been temporarily withdrawn and hidden to avoid the Iron Warrior fleet that had blocked the entire planet's orbit - and later Tyron and the Dark Remnant, and it was impossible to provide him with any aircraft support.

And he was so desperate to get to some far-flung place.

In terms of the place he was going to and the situation he might have to face, the ideal would be to bring all the forces he could muster with him------- even better if he could get additional support. But the reality was that he could only find so many transports------ so he could only take the troops they could fit.

It would be ridiculous to travel through the ground to reach that place tens of thousands of kilometers away before a certain time, not to mention the orcs, Tyrann, and the unspeakable evil that are ravaging the entire planet------

The one who had to arrive a certain amount of time, tens of thousands of kilometers away, was named ------- Anco Ostan.

The massive hive capital in the heart of the Anco wilderness, the largest population concentration in the northern hemisphere of the planet (now estimated to be the largest cemetery), the Empire's earliest bridgehead on Tantalus 5, the hotspot of the war for months, a key location mentioned in the intelligence gathered so far, and, based on all the intelligence analysis that Marcos has made------

A gateway to the beginning and end of everything.

He had to get to that place, and fast. Because he wasn't the only one who wanted to go there------- and he had to get ahead of them.

Ever since studying the crucial journal, Marcos felt that he had begun to feel the faint outline of all the truth-------- just as an archaeologist busy digging up antiquities in the sand began to feel something hard and angular in the sand. The journal revealed a location that could most likely be the origin of what is currently happening on this planet: a place discovered by the mechanical priest, and Anco Ostein was the only way to get there.

They're looking for something, they're all looking for the same thing! It all revolves around this thing! The original Mechanic Priest and the Mechanics he represented, the Inquisitor Rather and the Reborn forces behind him, the mysterious Space Marines, the mighty Chaos Legions, and the more terrifying Devourers who destroyed the former, the sneaky pointed ears and the defenders who were with them, the ancient evil enslavers, and the Dark Remnants who were so cautious that they left almost no trace-------- the flames of this war, and the greater catastrophe and destruction that could follow, Everything revolves around this thing. It is the starting point, and many forces have created it in search of it. It is also the end, and when it is found, it is now the end of it all.

The inquisitor's super brain was running at full capacity, and the chaotic clues gradually cleared up in front of Marcos's eyes: it was there! It's there! It's definitely there! That is both the beginning and the end. Both the Chaos Legion and the Elves were for it, and they had fought fiercely over it, but in the end neither side came to nothing. And Tyrann, with their primal instincts, overwhelmed all of their competitors with a huge number, and yes, they were already very close there! And it's getting closer and closer there.

Now they are still looking for this thing, and after that, the end.

Just in the vicinity of Anco Ostein, or in the Sea of Storak, there is one place among them that will bring about the end of this.

--------Maybe both.

But the Inquisitor didn't think so.

He's going to Anco Ostein to meet the aliens------- especially the Wehrmacht soldiers on their team. It's their way to go, and it's a fool's dream to find these aliens in the middle of nowhere, but it's not the same to get there early and stay on their way.

Marcos didn't know how the operation would turn out and how it would end, but it was always good to have as much combat power as possible on his side when dealing with those aliens. The move was a crazy and dangerous gamble by any measure, but Marcos didn't care about any of that, and he couldn't convince himself to ignore it when the final truth and ending were already so within reach.

He, the inquisitor Marcus Aurelius, was going there to witness the final truth.

and the ending.