Konstantin Valdo was preoccupied with finding a possible path in the darkness. He stared at the ground tightly, sniffing the poisonous breath of chaos and not letting go for a moment.

They had gone quite deep into the darkness, and the demons didn't seem to really notice the team yet, and the air was tormenting them before they could swell again.

It is very much in line with Waldo's imagination of subspace.

He calmly invoked the Warframe's processing system to analyze pheromones in the air, and came up with the following concept.

Toxins, errors, inability to analyze, errors, toxins.

Putting aside the repetitive conclusions, Valdo knew in his heart that there was indeed a toxin in the air, and that his armor might have had a slight problem in analyzing and processing it, but the blood-mist-like air could directly prove whether its conclusions were correct or not.

And Valdo argues that air is now a toxin itself.

They were digging deep into his lungs with every breath, bringing a pinprick pain. Interestingly, what lurks behind this pain is a sudden increase in the rate of heart rate and a sharp rise in hormone levels in the body.

The Praetorian Marshal accurately captured the abnormality of his body and judged that his strength and speed had been enhanced in some way that did not belong to the subspace, and that the toxin in the air was a potent stimulant with no side effects.

Repetition: It doesn't bring any power from Chaos, it comes from Chaos, it comes from Chaos, it is born out of Chaos, but it is more precise.

And how is this possible?

He reported the matter to his lord through a link, and within the network, the Lord of Humanity saw the whole picture through his eyes and gave a command.

+ Don't care, keep doing what you have to do. +

He didn't explain, but Waldo didn't care.

He stopped, drawing a circle in front of him with his spear. The golden light shone for a few seconds, dispelling the darkness for a short time. The few skeletons were exposed, and the alternating black and white armor brought an interesting coldness.

And the coat of arms on their armour, the black, abstracted memory of the cross Waldo could not go wrong unless his lord was willing to change it. Therefore, he came to a conclusion: these marks belonged to the veterans in the Fist of the Empire.

At the same time, a sigh was heard behind him. Valdo took this to heart and asked out loud: "Why sigh, Company Commander Alessio Cortés?" ”

"Nothing, Lord Waldo." Alessio replied bitterly

He pronounced the word adult with an innate fluidity, and Valdo immediately reminded himself that Alessio was probably not the same as he knew Astarte.

The successor company commander, who had only served for three years, had considerable respect for the forbidden army, and the reason was not because of the emperor's brief appearance.

He respects me. Valdo thought. Does he know who I am?

He glanced sideways at the young warrior, but found no evidence to support his hypothesis.

"Are they your allies?" Waldo asked.

"It's a blood brother." Alessio replied heavily. "They are some of the most fanatical and loyal warriors in the galaxy, and if we had to choose an example among us, they would be the best of the best."

Valdo nodded, and strode over.

The ground was still covered with thick ashes, and he crouched down to scoop a handful, in which he saw some melted ceramic steel particles. The pheromones in the air changed again, and a smell that was unique to the aftermath of burning rushed into his nostrils.

He stood up and continued to approach the dead warriors.

Their white burqas were sprinkled with some dried blood. But if you look closely, you can see that all the black parts of the armor have actually turned a dull blood-red.

These warriors must have endured unimaginably tragic battles before they died, but Valdo must continue his work.

So, he reached out and removed the helmet of a corpse, which did not refuse Waldo's actions, and everyone saw a face with angry eyes.

The teeth were clenched, the muscles in the cheeks were stiffly locked together, and there were narrow blood marks that spread from the location of the eyes and nose to the jaw.

"Do you know him?" Waldo asked.

Alessio was silent for a few seconds and gave a name: "Razo Danuiton." ”

"Military rank?"

"I can't tell."

"Interesting." Waldo nodded. "So, what about the parchment?"

He reached out and gently picked up a long roll of parchment that hung from the dead man's right shoulder armor. It looked ancient, but miraculously not stained by such a brutal war, and the handwriting was still legible.

"God-Emperor?" Waldo asked, pointing to a word.

Alessio suddenly felt a little nervous for no reason, but the Praetorian didn't ask, just put the helmet back and fastened it tightly. Then they moved on.

From time to time, there are distorted sounds in the depths of the darkness, and you can't see through the darkness even if you modify it or use the night vision function of the eyepiece.

And no matter how long they walked, the ground seemed to be a miserable white and thick ash that had not changed, only their own footprints. Without saying a word, Valdo led the way, as if he knew where it was.

After a while, their perception of the center of gravity on the ground suddenly changed. It was just one step, and then everyone's perception was different, and they began to 'walk upward' instead of walking on the flat ground.

The distorted sounds began to become more pronounced, and there were more and more corpses on the side of the road. Some are still recognizable, while others have weathered along with their armor. There were even two sets of terminators among them, and if it weren't for the stubbornness of the Adamantite, I'm afraid they wouldn't have been able to detect this from the ashes.

The confusion of time was becoming more and more apparent, and Valdo reported the matter again, but the Emperor's voice remained calm in the midst of the connection.

+You are going deep into a tower. + The Lord of Humanity spoke slowly. + Maybe it shouldn't be called a tower, but it's a spiraling building. The spiral that represents entanglement is a rather dangerous concept on Terra today, but Alessio Cortés has the sword in his hands, so you have permission to do so.+

+ Is it his permission? + Waldo asked. + Is he still there, my lord? +

+ In suffering. + Said the emperor. + As all of you. Let them bow their heads, Waldo, and so do you. +

The marshal of the forbidden army immediately spoke: "Bow your head." ”

As the words fell, a bolt of lightning slashed through the darkness eerily. The flames burned brightly, and the ashes that had been lying on the ground unharmed suddenly hung upside down and rose into the sky in a frenzy.

There was a blood-colored light that easily tore through the darkness, and a vast shadow loomed over them all. The whirring wind swept through my ears, mixed with the roar of the dead. Valdo remained silent, his head bowed, and he felt an eerie, icy burning sensation.

He immediately realized that it was a gaze and that the owner of the gaze was observing him.

No, no, it's not an observation, He's just weighing his soul.

Five seconds later, the vision was gone, and he had already realized something.

Valdo looked up and saw a blood-red remnant sun hanging high in the sky.

"Looks like we're there." He said.

What he said was true, at this moment, the scene that appeared in front of the forbidden army and the four hundred and twenty-five Astartes of the Crimson Fist was no longer dark, but a blood-red desert.

The dreadful heat scorched their armor, and the servos began to warn, and slight electric sparks erupted from the elements. They raised their swords or guns and stood around on guard, waiting for the next order. The Forbidden Army, however, did not take a single step, but stood in contemplation, the tip of the spear shining with the divine glow that dispelled all impurity.

Alessio Cortez simply looked up and looked at the sky. However, the sharp sword in his hand suddenly buzzed at this moment, sending a cold force into his heart.

Unlike Constantin Valdo, at this moment, what he saw in the sky was not a blood-red sun, but a calm moon.

It's not fanatical, it's not angry. In fact, on the contrary, it carries with it a dead coldness, the kind of soft moonlight that shines on the tombstones of the dead

+ Lord, what should I do? + Waldo asked.

He was annoyed by his hesitation, a shame that the repeated requests were made, but the strangeness here was a wild warning to his instincts. And if intuition wasn't enough, the burning sensation from his injured right hand proves something else.

He had swung a sword on behalf of his lord, and that sword had indeed hurt the so-called blood god, and thus there was a connection between him and Him.

Unlike the fact that his connection to the Emperor was so sacred, it also made Valdo aware of certain emotions.

For example, the blood-red desert in front of him seemed to be windless and quiet, but in fact, the undercurrent was surging, and the terrifying fury was cruelly wriggling under the calm red sand. That's why Valdo is reluctant to take the next step.

+ Wait. + Said the emperor. + Just wait until night comes, just wait until the spark burnsOur shattered timeline is moving in tandem, two events that happened at different times are about to come to an end at the same point. +

+Star Torch? Thunder is also there. +

+ Yes, Thunder is also there. + The Emperor said, his voice calm and smiling, and he could no longer hear the weakness he had before. However, Waldo also heard a divinity that should not have appeared.

He frowned, and was about to ask, but the next words of the Lord of Men reached his ears at once, and the voice was a collection of old men, young men, women, and children, among whom there was the wisdom of a king and the madness of a madman.

+ There are also avenger Saul Tavitz, champion Sigismund, lone wolf Björn, and blind Azek Ahriman.+

The Lord of Humanity sighed deeply, and his voice reverted to singularity after this moment. And his voice really sounded in Valdo's ears, with warmth, sadness and pride, by no means cold that is characteristic of psionic energy.

"And my sons."

Write as much as you can before twelve o'clock, and don't stay up late.

(End of chapter)