I walked through the seemingly endless corridor, the faint light passing through the tall windows through the countless battle flags hanging from the vaults, carving a silver of flowing water in the deep environment.

This is the deepest part of the palace, the holiest place in Terra.

I'm Trajan. Trajann Valoris, servant of the Lord of Mankind and watchman of the Imperial Throne, is also the successor of Andros. The seventeenth commander of the Praetorian Army after Lonsdere, he led the Ten Thousand Legions who gave everything to the Lord of Mankind.

The "Watcher's Axe" crackled in my palm, and the slender lines of energy converged and flowed on the blade, as if sensing the unrest in my heart...... Perhaps it should be called "agitation".

I'm on my way to the throne.

Every world in the empire uses the word "throne" as a curse, a blessing, an oath, or simply as a preposition; Think of the throne itself as a chair made of gold, like the kind of chair that a king of a savage world would sit on; The Lord of Mankind sat on his throne overlooking the Milky Way, surrounded by the Milky Way's treasures, and perhaps courtiers walking across the fine floors, whispering to each other about the great affairs of the state......

Although I cannot blame them for their lack of imagination, or for perhaps so vulgar their imagination, for in these darkest and most difficult times, only a pious faith under the guidance of a priest can strengthen their minds and determination.

But they couldn't have been more wrong.

Other figures appeared in the corridor ahead, standing in the darkness, as if they had become one with the shadows, as if they had been waiting for a long time.

I nodded to them, and unlike most of the Praetorian warriors who wore mica gold armor, the armor they wore was pitch-black, deeper than the darkness around them.

From the shadow prison officer who guards the containment cell deep beneath the palace;

and Bertha, the current warden of the Seal Warden who leads the team and directs them. Tusk, a stern and fearsome warrior, fearless and undiminished vigilance.

Only such a warrior can guard and suppress the countless ghosts and ghosts imprisoned in the dark prison, as well as all kinds of dangerous treasures and legacies from the dark technology era.

We show respect to each other with simple courtesy, and then move forward together with a simple exchange. I noticed the rectangular metal box that the shadow prison officers were carrying, the metal that made it up was mysterious and ethereal, I don't know what kind of material it was, but it was undoubtedly from the deepest dark prison beneath our feet.

Our team began to make their way to the throne in silence - but not to the throne itself.

And what brings us together here, and makes us no longer feel at peace, is the dream.

Dreams are not the same for us, and the long transformation and training of becoming a forbidden army have changed some of our thinking, and the various mundane minds that have been generated by dreams have been replaced by new ones.

But there are exceptions, and in the pious and careful talk it is said that long ago His will appeared in the form of dreams, imparting knowledge and guiding us in obscure language;

In the most secret records of knowledge buried within the court, the detailed testimonies written by the oldest and greatest of our predecessors, such as Derricksian, Zannatha, and even Constantine, the "spear of the emperor". Waldo himself had dreams of being taught.

Dreams are the form in which His will now communicates to us. But no one had dreamed for thousands of years, and many, including me, had begun to doubt its authenticity—until a few days of Terra.

The boy—though I did not serve the elders like Waldo and Derrick, who served Him while He was still on earth, who had seen His countenance, and heard His voice...... But I realized right away that the boy was the embodiment of His will.

The words that came out of His mouth were not as obscure as those recorded in some records of knowledge, and required a painstaking effort to interpret them, but they gave me succinct and clear descriptions of the secrets that had been more hidden in the past, and that the "Palm Seals" had not been able to leave words to inform, and also instructed me some of the things I was going to do.

Including meeting Him today.

Before this dream happened, the "Time Shackles", the mysterious creature attached to my belt, gave me a premonition that I would communicate with the will of the Lord of Humanity at some point in the future;

This "Time Shackle" is from the old Terra Dark Tech era, and in addition to possessing magical powers that can affect time, it can also give me some foreknowledge of future events; The most important and strongest foreknowledge came three years ago when I had a premonition that one of his loyal sons would return at some point in the future, so I reformed and prepared for the Forbidden Order that was still under the conservative influence of the Fifteenth Ruler Galahot, and I began to send out a team to gather the lost Silent Sisters to prepare for the changes that might lie ahead.

But the previous prophecy has not yet been realized, and then another prophecy has been realized...... Maybe it was really His will?

In any case, I must be careful, even if I am as powerful as we are, I can still be framed by intrigues, my previous commander of the Praetorian Army, Andros. This is how Lonstrand was lured into a trap by the abominable degenerate.

……

In addition to me, there were other warriors, including the sleepless Shadow Warden and their Warden who had dreamed of the boy and his narration, though the latter was a little more vigilant.

Maybe I should go to Him on the throne and ask Him for confirmation...... But in the dream, he told the secret of the final battle of the siege of Terra by Horus, who cut away all his precious human qualities, including the fragile but vital virtues of hope, loyalty, and compassion, and threw them into the ocean of the highest heavens, only to move mercilessly and unwaveringly towards the final battle.

What we are talking to is one of them, or a collection of fragments of human qualities.

We gathered together to talk about it in a reverent and solemn manner, and at last we decided to go to the revelation of Him in the dream—since it was a command from Him, it was impossible for us to refuse to carry it out.

……

The throne is not a single thing, its structure extends like the roots of a tree throughout the inner court, crawling upwards to the highest peaks and winding downwards to the forbidden prisons; Its energy coil is the size of a city, and the peaks of the mountains have been reshaped to contain its foundations, as if it were a newborn organ of the ancient planet, to which all of Terra is constantly and sleeplessly supplied.

Our team walked through halls and vaults, through doors that required strict identity checks; After passing through the last gate of eternal vigilance by the Gratus-type contempt, we changed course and proceeded from the path He had shown me in his dreams.

After six minutes and forty-seven seconds, we reached the end of the pathway, and the cold wall blocked our way.

That's what we expected. Although the palace itself is the size of a continent, we all perfectly understand the winding paths of its inner court, especially the entire area where the throne room is located.

Seal Warden Bertha. In silence, Tusk pulled out an ancient, rusty metal arrow, which was inexplicably linked to an inconspicuous groove in the wall, and various symbols lit up from the wall, including a striking lightning mark from the Emperor's own person, which I had seen at the Starry Sky Gate in the throne room.

A new, mysterious portal has appeared on the wall that we can pass through. I could feel a hint of surprise at Bertha, and it was clear that he had given us different directions in his dreams, such as opening this hidden portal, or taking some mysterious heritage or technology out of the Dark Prison and putting it in the black gold chest that the Shadow Prison Officers carried.

We didn't immediately inform the Mechonists of the Throne Sector about the anomaly, and it's likely that the tech-obsessed red-robed clerics would think it was a revelation from the Ohm Messiah that would affect the rest of our process.

We stepped silently through the portal, continuing along the unknown passage hidden behind the walls, and I was at the front of the line, the Watcher's Axe's energy field activated for any possible attack.

Finally we came to a huge room at the end of the passage, and the most striking thing was a rather old-looking, round, portal-like machine in the center of the room, the surface of which was engraved with ancient Gothic script.

"The Door to the Unknown or Hope"

I looked at Tusk, expecting him to take the next step, such as what he would do to activate the portal...... But he just stood there in silence.

The next moment, electricity flashed through the air, crackling, briefly dispelling the darkness in the room. This was followed by the more pronounced sound of the machine, which seemed to sense our arrival, and the room activated itself.

I saw the power lines and pipes at the top of the room, and I had described Terra as the body that supplied blood to the throne organs, and the pipes that could be found everywhere in the throne area were the thick blood vessels. A golden mist flowed out of the pipes, illuminating the room completely.

Is it His spiritual power? I've been to the throne room, and I've really seen Him who lingers forever before life and death on the horrible machine called the Throne, and I've seen those brilliant, viscous, golden psionic fires that shimmer with heat.

This golden mist is somewhat similar...... But it's very different. I can't understand the difference for a while.

But I saw the circular portal in the center of the room activate, more symbols lit up on its surface, and the dangerous forces from the High Heaven poured out for the first time, so much so that in a matter of seconds we reacted to draw our weapons to destroy it - only to be obscured by the dense golden mist...... Or rather, it blocked the dangerous aura of the High Heaven and made it seem safer......

As well as the unknown.

As its name suggests: the door to the unknown or hope.

"Come through that door and see me." He said this to me in a dream.

I stopped the Shadow Prison Officer who wanted to enter the portal first to investigate the situation, and I grabbed the Warden's Axe and stepped into the mysterious portal.

Unlike teleportation technology, which uses gang-jumping decapitation operations, the moment I stepped through the portal, I felt like I had been thrown directly into the subspace from the spaceship, and countless malices from the subspace came like a tidal wave to engulf me—

But in the next second, the divine golden mist cut me off from those malice, and I personally felt that this powerful protection came from His will.

However, my body still had the feeling of floating in space, until I felt my feet set foot on the ground again, and the thousands of stars that had been turned upside down in my mind were engraved on the dome above me, and I realized that I had left the palace of Terra...... Came to another world...... Or even another universe.

"Hello, Valoris. I'm glad you're here. ”

I heard someone talking to me, I looked at the source of the voice, and I saw the boy in my dream caressing my shoulder armor, sitting upright on a bronze throne, without any ugly and complicated machine-like structure, no waves of psionic fire that seemed to burn souls, only a calm, sacred and reassuring golden mist.

He looked at me very calmly, his eyes reflecting the sight of the stars rising and dying.

It's Him.

It is His will.

My body trembled slightly, I was not like Valdo and Derrick, who had served him when he was still walking on earth, had seen his countenance and heard his voice...... But I know that it is Him, as if it were the deepest blood of the body that told me, just as He created and passed down to us one by one 10,000 years ago.

"My lord."

I immediately walked over and saluted Him with the oldest and most loyal Praetorian courtesy, and I couldn't hold back my tears.