The old ruins were covered with vines.
The remains of the entire planet are floating in the void.
The planet of Davin was devastated during the Horus Heresy.
After the war, it once again became a gathering place for cultists and aliens, and was bombed several times by the Imperial fleet.
The entire planet has been shattered, and half of the planet has become debris, scattered along its original orbit.
Half of the planet was badly broken, but its overall structure was still maintained.
The scene here is shocking, but what is surprising is that plants can still be born on this broken planet.
Green covers all traces left by civilization. Some animals with strong vitality rely on the special geographical environment to survive and avoid powerful enemies.
Guilliman stood on a shattered plain, with huge ravines scattered all over the plain, any of which was bottomless, leading to the depths of the ancient underground.
This is the location of the Twin Serpents Temple of the former Devin satellite.
From previous memories, it can be seen that the grandeur of the Twin Serpents Temple is the greatest building of a planetary civilization.
Even though it was built for the gods, there is no way to deny its grandeur.
This is also where Horus fell.
It was here that the gods' followers and Erebus led Horus to the abyss.
Later, Sanguinius also faced a test in the Temple of the Twin Serpents.
Inside the temple, Sanguinius was also tempted.
He had two choices. The first was to surrender to Chaos. The devil promised to remove the bloodthirst and curse of the Black Rage of the Son of Sanguinius, and make Sanguinius the most powerful Warmaster and the true Master of the Galaxy.
The second option is death, and his offspring will suffer eternal torment.
"Will you choose to die? A meaningless death, without honor, and no one will remember your sacrifice. Your death will be meaningless." The demon roared: "As long as you kneel before the gods, the entire galaxy will be yours, you will gain immortal life, and create an eternal legend."
"I will. I choose to die. The world should not suffer because of my greed. I am the archangel, the one who brings salvation." Sanguinius roared again and again, rushing towards the demon with his spear and sword.
In the same situation, the two primarchs made different choices.
Horus chose the gods.
Sanguinius chose humanity.
After Sanguinius escaped from the temple, Ryan ordered an extermination bombing of Davin, dismembering the entire planet.
It can be said that the destruction of the planet Devin today is largely due to the lion.
Guilliman suppressed the chaotic emotions in his heart and turned to look at the huge ceremony center.
The Honor Guards are guarding their lord, with their weapons activated, waiting for the upcoming battle.
Diego stood beside him like a sculpture, holding a weapon, motionless. If he was not wearing a helmet, people would have mistaken him for a steel sculpture.
Diego's eyes were extremely sharp and full of aggression as he stared at the people presiding over the ceremony, examining every step.
Any mistake would lead to terrible crisis.
Diego vowed that he would wield a sword and kill any demon that dared to enter the ceremony.
He had killed many demons in the warp, but he didn't mind letting the sword in his hand be stained with more demon blood.
Natas and others have already made preparations. The members of the Harlequin Theater Troupe are distributed around the ceremony platform, full of vigilance, alert to the demons that may rush out from another dimension.
This place is heavily guarded.
If you want to make a breakthrough, it will undoubtedly require a shocking war.
Priests sang the Emperor's hymns and nuns lit candles engraved with runes.
The mist from the incense burner was disturbed by the flying cherubim, forming a vortex in the air.
There are countless runes carved on the surface of the earth.
Each rune was checked at least six times to ensure there were no problems.
The Warp rituals require extreme caution, and any mistake in a rune can have disastrous consequences.
The mechanical priest started the complex machine, a roaring sound was heard, and the huge plasma energy pile slowly increased its output power under the supervision of the energy expert.
The machines in the row roared, and the cables crawling on the ground like giant snakes surged with power.
"I never thought that humans would one day become so dependent on witchcraft." The voice of the Big Clown sounded beside Guilliman, with a sigh in his tone.
During the Great Crusade, humans hated witchcraft so much that they even banned its use and ordered the Thousand Sons to return to their home planet for confinement.
Now, Guilliman was willing to use sorcery to summon Sanguinius.
"Nothing is immutable. The universe is cruel and merciless. When we are weak, we need to choose to obey. When we are strong, we can choose to change. Failure to accurately recognize oneself is the beginning of destruction." Guilliman said calmly, not moved by his use of witchcraft. "Untimely arrogance will only bring destruction. Humans will not do such a thing, and I hope you won't do it either."
As he spoke the last words, Guilliman looked at the Harlequin with a pointed look.
The big clown wearing a mask of laughter did not continue to speak, but looked out at the broken plain.
Guilliman took a few glances and then turned back to continue watching the ceremony.
After the fall of the Eldar Empire, the Eldar suffered heavy casualties, and those who survived were torn apart.
A part of the Eldar chose to abandon civilization, regressed to the tribal era, and lived actively on desolate planets.
Some followed the God of Laughter into the Webway and founded theater troupes, reenacting past history in the form of drama.
The Ark Eldar fled ahead of time, following the roads and using the world's soul circuits to avoid Slaanesh's plunder of their souls.
The Dark Eldar used Commorragh as their base and established a bloody and dark regime of terror, torturing others instead of plundering their own souls.
Guilliman and Eldrar formed a tacit understanding.
The Eldar serve humans, and humans do not attack the Eldar, and they establish an alliance.
The Harlequin Theatre Company is also one of the Eldar forces that has placed their bets.
However, they are more arrogant than Eldrar.
Guilliman did not like such arrogance.
The Human Empire is stronger than the Eldar, why should we tolerate such arrogance!
Moreover, this arrogance is likely to cast a shadow on the cooperation between the two ethnic groups.
Giving a warning in advance is a thousand times better than the outcome of the two tribes going to war.
As the Emperor's prayer reached its climax, the ceremony proceeded in an orderly manner.
An angelic body made with the empire's most advanced technology was lifted up.
The original matrix containing all the genetic sequences developed during the Golden Age of Humanity is in the hands of the great sage, Caul.
This mother copy originally belonged to the genetic old ladies of the Lunar Gene Church.
During the Horus Heresy, when the Horus army approached the solar system, a member of the Gene Cult took the Primordial Mother away from the Mother of Genes, preventing Horus from using the Primordial Mother to create even more terrifying genetic creatures.
A group of loyalists sacrificed themselves and took the mother object away from the moon and placed it in an unknown space at the edge of the solar system.
Then, the mother copy was recovered and fell into Kaul's hands.
What was in Cawl's hands was what it was in Guilliman's hands.
Guilliman naturally also obtained the genetic knowledge from the mother copy.
Combining his own database with the technological knowledge of the Golden Age and the knowledge of Void Dragons, Guilliman had his technical priests create this war body that is currently considered perfect.
The self-healing ability at the atomic level means that even if it is blown into molecules, it can be reborn again thanks to the mutual positioning between atoms.
As long as you have one atom, you can split it and recreate a body.
It can be said to be reborn through a drop of blood, immortal and indestructible.
It must have bug-level computing power, be able to calculate huge amounts of data that are enough to burn the divine brain in an instant, and simulate the movement of atoms within an entire galaxy.
Even every cell is carefully programmed. In addition to its powerful self-repair ability, it can also leverage the power of the universe, unleash terrible energy shocks, and destroy fleets and planets.
More importantly, an upgrade interface is reserved.
It can be upgraded further in the future.
In a sense, this body is what humans have always believed that only gods possess.
This body can reach the same heights as human civilization can.
Guilliman had the idea of creating a god through technology very early on.
When Macragge just woke up, he wondered if he could use technology to create a god and thus break free from the control of the four gods.
Humans are not true creatures of the Warp, and no matter how good their psychic talents are, they are destined to be no match for demons.
Can a great swimmer compete with a fish in diving
impossible.
People live in the water.
How can humans compare with fish
The same is true for the subspace.
Demons live in the subspace. What can humans use to compete with them in the subspace
The real universe is the foundation of mankind and also its strength.
What Guilliman needs to do is to enhance the advantages of reality and narrow the gap with the demons in the warp.
The perfect body created by technology was placed in the center of the altar, and the collected fragments were also placed inside the altar.
The psychic machine began to hum, and the flashing indicator lights were like the screams of ghosts in the dark night.
A beam of light shot out from the top of a conical tower-like building and sank into the dark void, as if guiding some souls back home.
Guilliman stared at the beam of light, his eyes flashing with supernatural power, penetrating the endless sky, passing through the empty darkness, and seeing the unspeakable sky.
Those crazy scenes are enough to drive any normal person crazy.
However, those things were just some discomfort to Guilliman.
"My lord, everything is ready." Natas came up, "The archangel is lost in the past. Only your will can bring him back."
Guilliman nodded.
He walked towards the huge throne.
The throne sits on a huge, towering platform that is several kilometers high.
The entire body is inlaid with silver rune circuits, containing technological knowledge from humanity's cutting-edge research institutes and the Eldar.
The platform is made up of cables and tubes, sending endless energy into its beating mysterious core.
As the priest prayed, Guilliman walked up to the platform and sat on the throne.
A gleaming force enveloped Guilliman.
The instruments hummed and made the earth shake.
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"Why? Horus, why did you betray us?"
Sanguinius was filled with rage, arcs of electricity leaping from the sword and spear in his hands. His anger was beyond words. He stared at the completely changed Horus in front of him and roared.
"I have obtained the real power, Sanguinius, you should stand with me, so that we can rule the entire universe, overlook the entire human race side by side, and become the supreme gods of mankind." Horus said.
Sanguinius looked at the completely twisted Horus, his heart filled with pure rage and sadness.
In his left hand, Horus held a huge hammer, taller than the Space Marine, and in his right hand he wore a huge gauntlet with hooked and serrated power blades mounted on his fingers. On his wrist was a huge double-barreled bolter, twice as large in caliber as those used by ordinary Space Marines.
His armour was covered in spikes, and what had once been the emblem of the Emperor had become a glaring eye, moist and alive, made of flesh and blood, and host to a twisted Warp soul.
The once noble face had been twisted in ecstasy and superiority, crossing the dividing line between human and demon.
A red halo shone behind his head, it was the power of the devil.
"I will never join you, Horus, in bringing suffering to innocent people," said Sanguinius, raising his weapon.
"That's a pity. The Great Crusade is a lie. The Emperor will only bring terror and a dark future to mankind, and a curse that can never be escaped." Horus smiled. That smile was so hideous, so cunning, full of malice and mockery.
That was definitely not an expression a human could have, but rather that of some terrifying creature.
"Your sacrifice was for nothing. Your children will be tortured by an eternity of wrath, innocents will die for them, and it will all be your fault. The Emperor is not a savior, he is just another liar and tyrant, he will burn trillions of human souls just to satisfy his eternal hunger. I have seen it, Sanguinius. Humanity will turn to dust and history in the face of the Emperor's thirst."
"It is you who are leading Humanity to destruction, not the Emperor." Sanguinius spread his massive wings, his spear gleaming with lightning, and rushed towards Horus to meet his own death.
Horus charged, his custom-made Terminator armor weighing several tons.
But he still drove this huge monster easily and rushed over like thunder.
The giant hammer and the spear collided, and a shock wave from the highest sky swept out, stirring the Spirit of Vengeance.
Incredible power burned around Sanguinius, and so did Horus.
They reveal their own warp nature.
The fighting between the two sides was so horrific.
During the fierce battle, Sanguinius found an opportunity and stabbed Horus's armor with his spear.
That was the place where Rus had severely wounded Horus with the Spear of Dionysus.
That wound is a wound in the subspace, and repairing it in the real universe does not mean that the wound is healed.
Horus screamed.
He wielded the Claw of Horus and pierced Sanguinius, tearing his body apart and breaking his wings.
The power of the Four Gods corrupted Sanguinius' soul.
The fragments were carried by the etheric currents and scattered everywhere.
"I am the true Lord of the Galaxy," Horus roared. He pulled out his spear, lifted up the dying Sanguinius, and slammed him to the ground again.
The Archangel stared at Horus with eyes wide open, his consciousness disintegrating into darkness.
At this moment, time no longer flows, everything stops at this second and does not enter the next second.
"A sacrifice that changed history." A voice sounded.
Guilliman stepped out of the darkness, the creeping darkness receding before him.
No force could harm him.
"You should not be here." A glowing soul emerged from the fallen Sanguinius.
The figure was very dim, translucent, flickering, and sometimes bright and sometimes dark, like a portrait projected by a malfunctioning projector.
"I should still be on my way to Terra." Guilliman said with a smile: "Of course, I am riding a warship instead of a warhorse."
"Such a dull joke is not like your style," said Sanguinius.
"Everything will change, just like this universe, I will grow too," said Guilliman.
Sanguinius looked around, shook his head, and said sadly, "Change is just another way of saying follow fate. We fought hard, but in the end, all we were left with was devastation and everything is back to the starting point."
"This is how the world develops. If you take three steps forward, you have to take two steps back. It is not realistic to keep rushing forward. We created the empire, but also left some troubles, and later generations will continue to work hard. Nothing can be accomplished so easily." Guilliman smiled and said, "There is no need to indulge in temporary failures. Nothing is perfect. The road ahead is destined to be bumpy, and so is fate. Don't overestimate anything. Nothing can determine the future of so many lives."
Sanguinius was not moved by Guilliman's words. He looked at Guilliman and asked word by word: "You haven't told me what you are doing here?"
Guilliman approached Sanguinius and stared at the transparent soul. "We should go back, Sanguinius. We all have unfinished missions. The war between humans and gods is not over yet. The trumpet of the end has sounded. You should not be the one who is absent."
Sanguinius looked into Guilliman's eyes, which gleamed with a supernatural light and wild ambition.
He had only seen that kind of ambition in the eyes of one man, and that was the Emperor.
When the Emperor came to Baal, Sanguinius noticed the madness, the ambition that was destined to consume everything.
The ambition in Guilliman's eyes is ten thousand times more terrifying than that of the Emperor. The entire universe will be terrified and suffocated by it.
It was like a terrifying abyss that was about to swallow everything.
The former Emperor only wanted to build the Webway to isolate the gods and protect humans from the poison of the Warp.
There was murderous intent in Guilliman's eyes.
He wanted to kill the gods and become a terrible godslayer.
“You have declared war on them?” Sanguinius asked.
“I cannot live with the two. I am compelled to do so,” said Guilliman. “I seek your aid, Sanguinius. In the name of my brothers, in the name of all living things, in the name of the sons of Sanguinius.”
"This is a dangerous move. The gods represent madness and chaos. How can you defeat them? How many taboos have you triggered? Alien trade? Restart ancient technology? Steal the power of the gods? Seek those terrible allies?"
Sanguinius said as he stared at Guilliman, seeking the answer in his eyes rather than in his words.
Guilliman did not deny it. "I am willing to do anything to win, Sanguinius. This is my motto now. For a long time, we have been pursuing civilization, freedom, equality, happiness and the like, but we must admit that these pursuits are not the most important. The most important thing for human beings from beginning to end is survival. Only by living can we have those things. The dead have nothing, and even history will not remember them."
"My purpose is very pure, that is to kill the gods and everything that hinders human survival. I cannot tolerate my fate and the fate of mankind being manipulated by others, and I don't like to keep a robber hiding outside the door, worrying day and night. The best way is to get rid of it once and for all. When everything is over, your pursuit of freedom and happiness has little to do with me. Before that, everything must give way to survival."
"Sanguinius, you must come back. The power of the gods is so great that no one can guarantee victory over them. I need everyone's help. Only if we unite together can we find a way to survive and achieve victory amidst all the crises."
"You have become dangerous, Guilliman," said Sanguinius.
"Can a tuskless sheep prevail over a pack of vile wolves?" said Guilliman. "Only a tiger can drive out a wolf, and only madness can stop madness. The only thing that scares a conscienceless executioner is another, more cruel executioner, not a fool who preaches love and justice."
Sanguinius fell silent for a moment, then he looked up at Guilliman.
"I can go with you, but Horus' evil power has trapped me here. We have to deal with it before we leave." Sanguinius looked at Horus who was in a stagnant state.
"It is a simple matter," said Guilliman.
"He possesses the power of the four gods, and is difficult to completely destroy," said Sanguinius.
Time resumed flowing, and Horus roared in triumph over Sanguinius.
Guilliman instantly swung the Emperor's sword in his hand out as fast as lightning.
The afterimage of Horus had no power to resist.
It instantly pierced through the opponent's heavy armor.
The scorching flames burned Horus' body completely.
The dark illusion was shattered.
Sanguinor, emitting golden light, appeared in front of Guilliman and took away the fragment.
Then disappeared.
Guilliman walked through the illusion of the shattered Vengeful Spirit and onto a battlefield.
The Blood Angels are fighting the demons.
Kabanda, the Archdaemon of Khorne, and Chilis, the Archdaemon of Slaanesh, both tried to tempt Sanguinius to join their respective camps, but were sternly rejected.
Guilliman gave them each a sword, and then used the same words to persuade the other fragment to be taken away by the golden-glowing Sanguinor.
Fragments of Sanguinius' soul are scattered across the universe, on every battlefield he has ever fought, throughout his long crusade.
From his death aboard the Vengeful Spirit to each of the crucial battles.
Guilliman walked over one by one and collected the fragments.
The last illusion was in the Baal galaxy.
The young Sanguinius followed the tribe's migration, walking in the desolate desert, looking for a suitable oasis habitat.
The mutants raided them.
Relying on the advantages of numbers and physical strength.
The mutants quickly massacred a portion of Sanguinius's tribe and fled before reinforcements arrived.
Witnessing the tragic death in front of him.
For the first time, Sanguinius awakened his foresight and realized how fragile human existence is.
Little mutants can kill so many humans.
What about the more formidable enemies
Witnessing the deaths of his tribesmen, Sanguinius's growth became extremely rapid.
He suppressed the vision he saw when he awakened that day in his heart and tried hard to change it.
Unfortunately, everything happened just as predicted.
He died for his father.
Died for a great cause that was not completed.
"Can destiny really be changed?" The soul fragment that walked out of the child's body looked at Guilliman, asked his own question, and then returned to its original body.
Even though they are only a part of the entity, their wisdom is equally profound, and they possess unimaginable insight into the operation of all things.
In that unknowable realm of truth, can fate really be changed?
Or is it all just a meaningless struggle
Even if you resist fate itself, it is just the arrangement of fate.
When Guilliman woke up from the throne, the sky of Davin was shrouded in darkness. The gods did not want Sanguinius to return like this.
Demons poured out from the cracks, and the void seethed with malevolent entities.
The demons used every possible means to attack human warships.
His men were all fighting and slaying the demons.
Diego and many Grey Knights, as well as Sicarius and others, are fighting against demons to prevent them from destroying the machines.
Guilliman glanced away and then looked away, walking towards the center of the altar.
The state church priests and mechanical priests respectfully made way.
"The way is paved, Sanguinius." Guilliman took off his gauntlet and cut his palm. The bright red blood gushed out and fell on the strong and powerful body.
Blood has some special magical power.
Loyal blood calls for loyal men.
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In a golden kingdom, Sanguinius, who had gathered all the fragments and restored his form, stood in front of a gate of light. Once he passed through this gate, he would be reborn.
Sanguinor stood beside him.
He is the herald of Sanguinius. If Sanguinius returns to the real universe, his mission will end here.
“It’s all coming to a final reckoning.”
An old man in a grey robe came over and stood in front of Sanguinius, his tone filled with sadness and a hint of relief.
He was skinny and his body was covered with scars, but the power in his body was still as powerful as the ocean, able to easily destroy all enemies.
Sanguinius watched the old man. The power of foresight still existed in his noble soul, allowing him to see the entanglement of the threads of fate. "A new king will rise, the old king will die, and the battle of the end will come. No one can escape it."
"I have no complaints." A card appeared in the old man's hand. The golden eagle tore open the throat of the venomous snake, and the venomous snake bit the golden eagle's body with its fangs: "Everything has an end. Even the most powerful king cannot escape death."
"You and I have our own destiny. Someone will bear your burdens and someone will continue your path. Although you die, you are immortal." Sanguinius took a step forward and let the light engulf him.
Outside the golden kingdom, the scarlet sea of blood is rolling and the crazy dark gods are roaring.
Sanguinius felt endless darkness, and then saw countless rays of light piercing the darkness.
He opened his eyes and a tear fell from the corner.
The gears of fate have already started turning.
Who will be the sacrificed one
At the final moment, the sword is unsheathed, who will fall, man or god
Take a deep breath, and unparalleled power surges through your strong and powerful body.
With a thought, a pair of strong and powerful wings carried him high into the sky.
The light surrounded his body, weaving into a set of the most advanced nano armor, and the sharp spear was held tightly in his hand.
"I have returned." The archangel let out a battle cry.
It shook the entire battlefield and frightened the demons.
He fell like a meteor, hitting the ground and blowing away countless demons.
"Come on, the feud between you and me has not yet been resolved."
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The Stone Fortress.
Standing on the bridge, Ryan watched an extermination operation with his captives.
The survivors of Randan live on a dark planet far away from the star.
During the Battle of Randan ten thousand years ago, the Emperor opened the labyrinth, which not only severely damaged their real bodies, but also caused them to permanently lose certain characteristics of the Warp.
That battle has made it difficult for them to recover to this day, and their ethnic numbers have been difficult to increase.
They can only hide in the void without stars to avoid possible pursuit.
Ran Dan knew very well how much hatred humans had for them.
Once their traces are discovered, humans will bite them like mad dogs.
The active members changed their parasitic mode and changed their names just to accumulate strength and find ways to restore the strength of the race.
I had wanted to use the Titanium Clan to cultivate the Greater Good, and after combining it with the Greater Good, I would complete my ascension.
The start was simply perfect. The humans were dizzy and dazed at the Far Eastern frontier, and they were so excited that they wanted to go straight to the heart of the matter, defeat Terra, and avenge their past grudges.
Who could have thought that after the Great Rift incident, the Primarchs of the Empire would emerge one after another.
Lai En, the former enemy, destroyed the Titanium Empire in a few moves.
They were killed along the way and fled in panic, leaving their weapons and armor behind.
This left many Ran Dan dumbfounded.
The human empire is like a dilapidated fortress that is about to collapse.
But if anyone really kicked it a few times, a group of big men would immediately run out and beat the unlucky guy to death with extremely cruel means.
If they could go back in time, the Randans would definitely choose to stay away from humans and develop in darkness.
After the final battle between humans and gods, they will come out to pick up the fruits.
Unfortunately, the long river of time flows forward and is destined to be unable to turn back.
"You are just an executioner. Don't you have a trace of mercy in your heart? You have to completely destroy an entire race to be happy." An Sa roared angrily. If it weren't for the two dark angels behind him holding him down, he would have pounced on the lion.
In front of the Stone Fortress, countless warships were suspended in low-Earth orbit, carrying out orbital bombardment on Randan’s last refuge.
Flames shot up into the sky and appeared on the ground.
Like a blooming wreath of flames, it illuminates the dark surface.
Destroys everything within range at an alarming speed.
Those crystal cities were shattered by the huge shock wave.
An.Sa could feel the echoes in the warp and hear the screams of his people, which were filled with despair and death.
The dying screams of a race echoed through the Warp, crashing like a tsunami against everything shaped by will in the Warp.
Randan died in droves, screaming hatred and terror into the sky.
Millions of creatures howled at the same time, death echoed in the warp, and set off a terrible storm.
"If kindness belongs to the enemy, then what should I give to the people I protect?" Lai En looked at the angry An Sa and said with a smile: "The ancestors of mankind said a long time ago that we should treat kind people with kindness and kill people with killing."
"You destroyed an entire race. Don't you feel any guilt at all? Why are you so cruel?" An.Sa roared, "Don't you know what a terrible crime you have committed?"
"Only when you do this to your own people can you call it a crime. When you do this to your enemies, we generally call it a merit," said Ryan.
An.Sa stared at the human in front of him, "You are ten thousand times more terrifying than the devil. They only want souls and flesh, but you desire to destroy everything."
"Whatever you say, Ran Dan's life is over, and no one will remember you anymore. You are the last survivor. Out of mercy, I give you two choices. One is to die here. The other is..."
Ryan waved his hand and opened a one-way teleportation light hole.
"You can die on the same planet as your people."
"You will be cursed, lion. One day, you humans will face an invincible enemy. You will be powerless to prevent the destruction of your own race. The army will approach, the city walls will collapse, and all your brothers and friends will die in the battle. At that time, you will taste the bitterness of my day." An.Sa said to the lion before walking into the teleportation light hole.
"That day will never come." said the lion, but the other party had already walked into the light cave and did not hear his words.
Ryan looked at Azrael behind him, "Build a huge teleportation bridge, throw the entire planet into the star, and completely erase all traces of them."
"I understand." Azriel nodded. With the current technology of the empire, this can be done. It just takes a little longer.
Ezekiel walked in at this time, holding a secret order in his hand.
Walking up to Lai En, he respectfully handed over the secret order.
"Sir, the Imperial Intelligence Agency sent us a piece of information saying that they found traces of what appears to be the Midnight Haunter."
Ryan frowned slightly, "I always thought that guy was dead."
"The Assassin's Court did say that they completed the assassination, but they did not get the body of Midnight Haunter. Perhaps he also has the ability to resurrect," said Ezekiel.
“Azrael, you stay and complete the task I just assigned.” Ryan looked at Azrael and said, “I want to go and see for myself if it’s that bastard Koze. If it is, I will catch this idiot and put him in Terra’s dog cage. I really hope that he has foreseen this.”
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Two hours later, several warships broke away from the Stone Fortress fleet and headed towards the void.
After sailing tens of thousands of kilometers in the void, it jumped into the subspace and disappeared.