Chapter 342 Valoris’ Dream

I walked in the seemingly endless corridor. The weak light passed through the tall windows and passed through the countless war flags hanging on the vaults, carving a silvery patch of flowing water in the deep environment.

This is the deepest part of the palace, the most sacred place on Terra.

I am Trajann Valoris, a servant who serves the Lord of Mankind, a watcher of the Emperor's Throne, and the seventeenth Commander of the Custodes after Andros Lansdre. A group of ten thousand men who dedicate everything to the Lord of Mankind.

The "Watcher's Ax" crackled in my palm, and thin lines of energy gathered and flowed on the blade, as if I was aware of the unrest in my heart...perhaps I should call it "excitement".

I'm heading to the throne.

Every world in the Empire uses the word "throne" as a curse, a blessing, an oath, or simply a preposition; think of the throne itself as a chair made of gold, like the kind a king of a wild world would sit on. Just like a chair; the Lord of Mankind is sitting on the throne overlooking the Milky Way, surrounded by the treasures of the Galaxy, and perhaps courtiers walking across the fine floor, whispering to each other about state affairs...

Although I can't blame them for lacking imagination, or that their imagination is so vulgar, because in this darkest and most difficult era, only the devout faith under the guidance of priests can strengthen their thoughts and determination.

But they couldn't be more wrong.

Other figures appeared in the corridor ahead. They stood in the darkness, as if they were integrated with the shadows, and they seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

I nodded to them. Unlike most of the Forbidden Army soldiers who wore mica gold armor, the armor they wore was dyed with a pitch black color, which was deeper than the surrounding darkness.

The shadow warden who guards the holding cells deep beneath the palace;

And the leader of the team, the current seal warden Bursa Tusk, who commands them, is a serious and formidable warrior. He is fearless and has a vigilance that never diminishes like adamantine.

Only such warriors can guard and suppress the countless demons and monsters imprisoned in the dark prison, as well as the various dangerous secret treasures and heritage from the dark technological age.

We show respect to each other with simple courtesies, and then move forward together with simple communication. I noticed the metal rectangular boxes carried by the shadow wardens in pairs. The metal that made it up was mysterious and deep. I don’t know what kind of material it was, but it undoubtedly came from the deepest dark prison beneath our feet.

Our small group began to make our way to the throne in silence—but not to see the throne itself.

And what brings us together here and makes our hearts no longer peaceful is dreams.

Dreams are different for us. The long transformation and training of becoming the Forbidden Army has changed some of our thinking, and the various mundane minds that lead to dreams have been replaced by new thinking.

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

Among the most secret records of knowledge buried within the palace - those detailed testimonies written by the oldest and greatest among us, such as Derrick Xian, Xanatha, and even "Spear of the Emperor" Kon Standing Waldo himself has had dreams of being imparted knowledge.

Dreams are the form in which His present will is communicated to us. But no one had dreamed it for thousands of years, and many people, including me, had begun to doubt its authenticity—until a few Terran Days ago.

That boy - even though I was not like the elders such as Waldo and Derrick who had served Him when He was still walking in the world, witnessed His face and listened to His voice... I still realized it immediately. , that boy is the incarnation of His will.

The words spoken from His mouth are not as obscure and difficult to understand as recorded in some knowledge records, requiring a lot of effort and wisdom to interpret carefully. Instead, they tell me concisely and clearly that the past was more secretive and that the "Paper Seal" failed to leave any traces. The secrets told in words also told me some things I should do.

Including meeting Him now.

Before this dream occurred, the "time shackles" - that is, this mysterious artifact mounted on my belt gave me a premonition that I would communicate and dialogue with the will of the Lord of Humanity at some time in the future. ;

This "time shackle" comes from the dark technological era of old Terra. In addition to having the magical power to affect time, it can also give me some predictions of future events; the most important and strongest prediction comes from three Terrans. Years ago, I had a premonition that one of his loyal descendants would return at some point in the future. For this reason, I carried out reforms and reforms in advance for the Advocate Advocate, which was still under the conservative influence of the fifteenth commander Galahot. To prepare for war, they also began to send out teams to gather the lost sisters of Silence to prepare for possible changes in the future.

But the previous foreknowledge has not yet been realized, and another one comes and comes true...maybe it is really His will?

In any case, I must be careful. Even as powerful as we are, we may still be framed by conspiracies. My former commander of the Imperial Army, Andros Longsdre, was lured into a trap by the abominable degenerate and sacrificed in this way.

…

In addition to me, there were other warriors, including the sleepless Shadow Warden and their warden, who all dreamed of the boy and what he said, but the latter seemed more vigilant.

Maybe I should see Him on the throne and ask Him for confirmation... But the secret told by Him in the dream - in the final battle of Horus' siege of Terra, He cut off all of his precious humanity. Qualities, including the fragile but vital virtues of hope, loyalty and compassion, are thrown into the ocean of the highest heaven and drifted, just to move towards the final battle without mercy or wavering.

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

We gathered together and discussed the matter devoutly and solemnly, and finally decided to go in response to His revelation in the dream—since it was an order from Him, it was impossible for us to refuse to carry it out.

…

The Throne is not a single thing, its structure extends like tree roots throughout the inner court, climbing up to the highest peaks, winding down to the forbidden prison; its coils of energy are as large as a city, and the mountains are reshaped To accommodate its foundation, just like a new organ of this ancient planet, the entire Terra continuously and sleeplessly supplies blood to this organ.

Our team walked through halls and vaults, passing through doors that required strict identity checks; after passing the last door eternally guarded by a Gratus-type scorner, we changed the direction of travel and entered the dream world. Here He shows me the way forward.

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

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

Seal Warden Bursa Tusk silently took out an ancient rusty metal arrow. The moment he took it out, the arrow had an inexplicable connection with an inconspicuous groove on the wall. , various symbols lit up from the walls, including an eye-catching thunderbolt mark from the Emperor's personal body. I had seen such a mark on the starry sky gate in the throne room.

A new mysterious portal appeared in the wall that we could pass through. I can feel a hint of surprise from Bursa. Obviously, he gave us different guidance in the dream, such as opening this hidden portal, or taking out some mysterious heritage or technology from the dark prison and installing it in the prison of shadow. In the long black gold box carried by the officials.

We did not immediately tell the Mechanicus saints who maintained the throne area about the abnormality here. These red-robed priests who are obsessed with technology are likely to think that this is a revelation from the Ohm Messiah, which will affect our next process. .

We stepped into the portal in silence and continued walking along this unknown passage hidden behind the wall. I walked at the front of the team, and the energy field of the Watcher's Ax had been activated to deal with anything that might happen. attack.

Finally, we came to a huge room at the end of the passage. The most eye-catching thing was a rather ancient round, portal-like machine in the center of the room. The metal surface was engraved with ancient Gothic writing -

"Door to the unknown or hope"

I looked at Tusk, expecting him to make the next move, such as taking out something to activate the portal... but he just stood there silently.

The next moment, electricity flashed and crackled through the air, briefly dispelling the darkness in the room. This was followed by a more obvious sound of machine operation. As if aware of our arrival, the room activated itself.

I saw the power lines and pipes at the top of the room. Earlier I described Terra as the body that supplies blood to the throne organs, so these pipes that can be seen everywhere in the throne area are thick blood vessels. A golden mist flowed from the pipe, completely lighting up the room.

Is it His spiritual power? I have been to the throne room, and have truly seen Him who dwells eternally before life and death on the terrible machine called the Throne, and have seen those brilliant, sticky, golden psychic fires that sparkle with heat.

This golden mist is somewhat similar... yet very different. I can't understand the difference yet.

But I saw that the circular portal in the center of the room was activated, and more symbols lit up on its surface. The dangerous power from the highest sky surged out immediately, so that we reacted in a few microseconds and wanted to pull out. He used his weapon to destroy it - but then it was covered by the dense golden mist... Or it could be said that it blocked the dangerous aura of the Supreme Sky, making it look safer...

and unknown.

Just like its name: the door to the unknown or hope.

“Come through that door and see me,” He told me in the dream.

I stopped the Shadow Prison Officer who wanted to enter the portal first to investigate the situation. I grabbed the Watcher's Ax and stepped into this mysterious portal.

Unlike the teleportation technology used for gang-hopping and decapitation operations, the moment I stepped into the portal, I felt like I was thrown directly from the spaceship into the subspace. Countless malice from the subspace came to me like a tide. swallow me up——

But the next second, the sacred golden mist isolated me from those malicious people, and I personally felt that this powerful protection came from His will.

But my body still felt like it was floating in space, until I felt my feet set foot on the ground again, and thousands of stars that were originally a little upside down in my mind were engraved on the dome above my head, 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, and I looked at the source of the sound. I saw the boy in the dream who was caressing my shoulder armor. He was sitting on a throne made of bronze. There was nothing ugly and complicated, just like a machine clam. The shell-like structure has no waves of psychic fire that can burn away the soul, only a calm golden mist that makes people feel sacred and reassuring.

He looked at me very calmly, with the scene of stars being reborn and dying reflected in his pupils.

It's Him.

It is His will.

My body trembled slightly. Unlike elders such as Waldo and Derrick, I had served Him when He was still walking in the world, witnessed His face and listened to His voice...but I knew it was Him. , as if the deepest bloodline in my body told me, just like He created and passed on us one by one thousands of years ago.

"My lord."

I immediately walked over and saluted Him with the oldest and most loyal Imperial Guard etiquette. I couldn't help but burst into tears.