Rumble... As expected, the tall iron door in front of the Templar slowly opened under the power of the Space Marines, and it was hard to imagine any colleagues stationed here, after all, no careless person should be so unguarded.

... Striding into the front yard of the temple, everything is fairly well preserved, without the slightest sign of human destruction, it does not look like it has been plundered, but at the same time it is full of a sense of desertion that no one cares about, and wild grasses and vines unscrupulously occupy the surface of the land and buildings, giving the impression of a Mayan civilization ruins.

Everything seems so strange and unreasonable, the Templar is an important stronghold of the Empire's power, in addition to being a symbol of spiritual belief and more effective in suppressing foreign objects, and it is often also a storage place for important relics, which can be said to be one of the things that most attract the attention of Space Marines at any time.

Basically, unless there is some irresistible pressure, such as a chaos storm that envelops the entire planet, or an extinction order, the Space Marines will never take the initiative to abandon such an important building, but although the imperial forces in this star region are always full of disasters, they are still thriving on the whole, and there is no possibility of strategic withdrawal.

But there is no trace of the battle here, which means that the Space Marines stationed here were not annihilated, but evacuated on their own initiative, or never stationed here at all, so they abandoned such a sacred temple here, leaving him isolated from the world... Taking a deep breath of the earth-smelling air, Masayan forced himself not to continue his cranky thoughts and continued to walk towards the inner sanctum.

Since he has deliberately alarmed the forces of chaos for this place, he can't go home empty-handed, at least to find clues as to why this place is forgotten, and...

"It's calling me..."Since its birth, I have been looking forward to it but have never felt that high sense of mission.

That sense of belonging to being here at this moment. Even if he became a psychic and expanded his senses, he still did not recognize this kind of agitation.

It was filling the Iron Warrior's heart at the moment, and he didn't hesitate to step into the unknown realm alone.

Slightly rude, he pushed open the inner sanctum, which was dark, with only the sunlight shining in from behind the giant.

Although the temple hall is not usually a particularly brightly lit place, it is the first time I have seen it become so dark, although it is also the first time that Zhengyan has entered the main temple.

Knock, knock, knock, knock, the giant's footsteps echoed down the enclosed aisle into the depths of the temple before turning back.

As the giant figure advanced, the veil of darkness in the temple was gradually lifted by the electric light that wrapped around the Nemesis.

All the ornaments and instruments are well placed where they should be, but they are covered in a thick layer of dust, giving the impression of a ruined end of the century.

However, in the end, Zhengyan was not deceived by these visions, but went straight to the depths of the temple.

"Huh?" Zhengyan walked out of the lobby, leaving only one corridor from his destination. In an instant, the horizon changed from dark and gray to bright and bright.

"This is..."In front of Masayan, the stained glass on both sides of the corridor appeared, and it was clear that it was inside the temple that had ceased to function, but it shimmered with dazzling seven-colored brilliance as if it was in the sunlight, giving people a sacred and mysterious impression.

As for the content, it is familiar to Zhengyan, the first picture shows the countless figures of the painter gathered together for a mysterious ritual, a huge golden shadow standing above their heads, and the second painting of a huge golden eye, whose pupils reflect a blue planet.

The third depicts people of different eras fighting each other, from the primitive people beating each other with wooden sticks at the top, the duel between the knights and the mujahideen in the middle, to the soldiers at the bottom holding firearms and firing at each other in the artillery fire, as if to emphasize that human beings themselves are symbols of struggle.

Looking down at the paintings, it is not surprising that it is the empire, or the legend of the emperor, that is depicted.

From prosperity to decline, every event that has a significant impact on history is in sight, the birth of the emperor, the separation and reunion with his sons... Although the general sanctuary does not have this kind of painting with a time span beyond prehistory, this is not what Zhengyan cares about the most, what makes him puzzled is that the perspective of this painting is too comprehensive, not only the memorabilia of the human side, but also the perspective of other races, and some events that are obviously only guessed by the imperial side have also been burned, which is not like it was portrayed by people in this world, it is more like...

This... It's not a memorabilia..."After all, it was something that he had already known by heart, and Zhengyan hadn't studied these allegorical paintings too seriously, but just as he had swiped through all the paintings and was about to step into the last room, those flashing images shocked him greatly.

... Silently caressing the uneven picture, Zhengyan looked at the figure in the painting, the figure did not have the most basic appearance, its eyes were covered by countless scrolls, its lips were wide open as if roaring, but the tongue was entangled in silk threads and could not speak freely, and the hands and body were bound by chains of various colors, and the whole person was suspended in the air, looking so powerless.

In the next frame, many of the restraints on the figure's body are shattered in a dazzling white light, and the figure facing away from the picture does not hesitate to stretch out its arms towards the light and follow it.

"Prophecy...", the emaciated figure has disappeared, replaced by the battle between the silver giant and all kinds of enemies, the objects of the battle are naturally all kinds of people, zombies, unjust souls, dragons, Xudra, and finally, vampires.

This is the end of the painting, and the meaning of the last portrait that has nothing to do with the history of the empire does not need to be investigated, but it is enough to send a very clear message that someone foresees the arrival of him, the Samsara Dharma, and that behind this door that leads to the holy cabinet room, there must be something, something waiting.

"Whew...", exhaling a heavy breath, Zhengyan stretched out his hand and pushed open the golden gate that oozes dazzling golden light.

This chapter is not over, but because it is a very, very good nonsense in Chinese and secondary literature, I have not been able to finalize the content properly.

In addition, nearly two months of overtime,Dentist,Antibiotic hell has also tossed me enough.,So for the content that I've imagined countless times later, please allow me to skip this paragraph first.,Anyway, it's very watery to talk about life and other non-nutritious content.,Don't be too entangled in what the same writer can hold out.。

Here's an apology to many book friends who support the despicable people.,It's really touching that I haven't completely abandoned me after throwing the pot so hard lately.,I'll also cheer for the chapters that everyone likes.,As for speed.。

。。 Fellow salarymen, you know.