Abaddon, standing on the high platform, looked at Vashtor who was talking.
The great plunderer's eyes, as deep as the abyss, have the ability to see through everything.
Vashtor is a powerful god.
Doesn't mean he could deceive Abaddon.
Abaddon, who was able to integrate so many traitors, possessed wisdom no less than that of the Primarch.
The Eye of Terror has countless warbands, each with their own agenda.
Only Abaddon could bring them together into a usable legion.
More importantly, he did not inherit the inherent arrogance of every Primarch.
He patiently spent ten thousand years defeating every powerful enemy that could rival him.
He disintegrated the empire's defenses and created a situation that was favorable to him.
Abaddon considered himself to have gone further than the Gene-Father of the past, Horus.
He would not risk the vagaries of the Warp and place the key to victory on the Dark Gods.
Those guys longed for Abaddon to conquer the entire galaxy, and even the universe, bringing them more war and death.
But he did not want Abaddon to win without begging for help, and he did not want Abaddon to win while being enslaved by the other Dark Gods.
They are always trying to interfere with Abaddon through mortal and demonic puppets, trying to make him their believer.
Abaddon knew this.
He knew very well that if he wanted to defeat the Empire, his enemies would not only be the loyalists, but also the dark gods who tried to use him as a pawn.
When he witnessed the end of his genetic father, he secretly vowed never to become their pawn.
Vashtor's little tricks could not be hidden from the big plunderer.
Abaddon could see that Vashtor had an evil, grandiose ambition hidden within his heart.
The other party must be planning to gain something from the chaos in the galaxy!!
Loyalty for freedom is not everything.
Abaddon smiled when he realized this.
But, what does that matter
Even if Vashtor is ambitious, what does it matter? !
This is the normal state of chaos.
Betrayal, cunning, disorder, and cruelty.
As long as the other party can be used for one's own benefit, that is enough.
When the Sons of Horus turned their backs on the Imperium, loyalty was gone.
What's the difference between these guys, Hongsuo and Huron, and Vashtor!
They only go along with him out of fear and self-interest.
When there are greater interests and fears, the so-called loyalty of these guys becomes questionable.
"Then let's go to that place. I can't wait to get that artifact." Abaddon whispered, "If it can really hurt everything, I want to use it to cut open that bastard's body and see if he is really immortal."
"You will get what you wish for." Vashtor laughed mechanically. The Oracle he used as a host was deteriorating.
The flesh was transformed into metal, the nerves became cables, and the breath he exhaled smelled of fire.
Vashtoel is changing this guy.
Mortals always find it difficult to resist the power of gods and will change involuntarily.
"I hope so." Abaddon said solemnly.
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Letting Yog-Sothoth's minions fight the Empire while he left to look for an opportunity to rise again was definitely the best decision Abaddon had ever made.
Finding Vashtor, the so-called God of Forge, gave Abaddon's army a comprehensive upgrade.
With the help of Vashtor, a large number of ships that had sunk deep in the warp were dragged out again and transformed into their warships.
Some technologies that existed in ancient times were also taught by Vashtor to the followers of the Dark Mechanicus.
Those sages who sought the dark truth were ecstatic at the knowledge Vashtor shared.
According to Vashtol himself, it is the embodiment of technology, dark craft, innovation, and invention in the warp.
Any technological innovation will provide him with strength.
If the Empire had not built a firewall, the technological innovation of the Human Empire would have made it extremely powerful.
Unfortunately, Guilliman's creation of a firewall not only prevented the Four Gods from continuing to draw power from humans, but also stopped Vashtor.
With the help of Vashtor, in addition to the mass production of puppet soldiers, there were also various technological innovations.
Give Abaddon's legion a new look.
Capable of fighting against the Empire and the minions of Yog-Sothoth.
In order to enhance the fleet's navigation capabilities, Vashtor built soul-guiding pillars on large ships, allowing Abaddon's Legion ships to travel at a faster speed and reach their destinations quickly with the help of the chaotic warp.
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Leaving the minions of Yog-Sothoth in search of ancient ruins, Abaddon gathered scattered traitor warbands, renegade chapters, and other strange forces along the way.
They follow different gods and have different styles.
The only thing they have in common is their hatred and resentment towards the empire.
Abaddon showed great tolerance for their beliefs and loyalties.
As long as they swore an oath to fight against the Empire, they were worthy of admission.
Among them are not only some nobles in the border areas who are still resisting, but also Alpha, Fallen Angels and other members.
It formed a very considerable force.
Combined with Vashtor's puppet warriors, the power in Abaddon's hands is enough for him to regain the dignity he once lost.
He vowed that once he got the weapon, he would let the guy who pretended to be Horus know the wrath of the Great Plunderer.
Guided by the beams of light released by the soul-guiding pillars created by Vashtor, the fleet re-entered the warp space.
Use the Warp to travel to ancient ruins beyond the galaxy.
As a crack emitting an ominous light opened.
The powerful ships forged by Vashtor filed in and headed for the mysterious ancient ruins.
Abaddon left the factory and came to the observation deck of the Ark, from where he could see the brilliant galaxy swaying and twinkling.
He was once an important figure in determining the fate of the galaxy.
However, with the awakening of Guilliman and the arrival of Yog-Sothoth, he became a marginal role.
But he was not defeated.
Yog-Sothoth will pay the price for looking down on the little guys.
The plasma engines used for conventional propulsion of those warships were as bright as the sun, emitting a strange light, pushing the warships into the subspace.
Vashtor retrieved these ships from the Warp, but did not completely clean them of the contamination.
He simply used his ability as the God of Forge to gather those contaminated ships together and carried out a comprehensive upgrade.
This infusion of terror allows the captains of ships to have a certain degree of control over their ships.
But the alien and demon infestation in those ships is far from over.
Each of the assembled ships is extremely large, comparable to a star.
The user needs to clean up the original owners of the ships while using them.
This is also a test for them.
If you can't even conquer your own ship, how can you fight against the human empire
Abaddon stood on the observation deck and gazed at the flesh-covered metal behemoths, which, propelled by their engines, sank into the glowing gap and entered the warp.
The warriors who served the Dark God stood behind him, awaiting the Great Plunderer's orders.
"No one can defeat me." Abaddon said firmly, gazing at the shining stars, "and no one can humiliate me."
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I have seen the Emperor and his Primarchs walk among the stars, and witnessed their extraordinary power in creating the Imperium.
I have seen betrayal happen, fathers turning swords against sons, and brother fighting brutally against brother.
I have stood in confusion against the Emperor's truth, and in steadfast despise the truth brought by the Gods.
Some people see me as a traitor.
Some see me as a loyalist in the darkness.
No one knows the real answer.
I don't know either.
The long tens of thousands of years have almost made me forget my original mission.
The only thing I remember is that I am a sinner.
Ten thousand years ago, the angry lion fell under Luther's sword, and regret and pain made us regain our sanity.
We have committed crimes that cannot be forgiven.
We have betrayed our race, our king, and what we swore to protect.
When the blood of the lion was spilled, I did not feel the joy of victory, but only the pain of regret.
The evil god's wild laughter echoed in the warp and in my ears.
They mock the ignorance and stupidity of human beings.
What a blessing it would have been if I had followed Koswain to Terra and died there.
But there are no ifs in this world.
We made the wrong choice.
You are destined to bear the sin for this.
When the lion fell, my home, Caliban, the place that had nurtured me, also broke apart.
The waves of the Warp turned into a terrible storm, sweeping away everything.
The Dark Watchers came from another time and space and took the lion away.
I was thrown into a corner of the galaxy by the waves of the warp, and it took me a long time to return to the starry sky.
I tried to return to the remains of Caliban, the Stone Fortress, and seek redemption there.
The result made me despair.
There is no redemption there, only a legacy of hatred and resentment.
The Dark Angels were torn apart.
Ryan was taken away by the Watchers, and Luther was imprisoned deep within the Stone Fortress.
The surviving Dark Angels licked their wounds alone, hating their former colleagues who betrayed them.
When I was confused, the dark watchers appeared again.
They told me that it wasn't over yet.
The Lion King will return again.
Humanity still has one last chance.
When the trumpet of the final battle sounds, the ashes of the remaining fire will burn again, sweeping up and igniting the entire universe.
Humanity's heroes will return to fight the final battle in the name of loyalty.
The Watchers have given me a dark and unglorious mission.
That is to recognize the true nature of humanity's struggle with the Warp.
Then send the truth back to the Empire.
Only by knowing clearly why we are fighting can humanity have a chance of victory.
I chose to accept it.
To atone for those sins and to redeem those mistakes.
For a long time, the Emperor was placed on the Golden Throne by his most trusted Warmaster, and many Primarchs left the Empire one after another.
Humanity has lost its guidance.
Under the rule of a group of bureaucrats who have forgotten the past, they are stumbling forward and groping for the way forward.
I was also active at that time, avoiding the hunt of the dark angels and fulfilling my dark mission.
At that time, my behavior was not loyal.
To tempt the corrupt into rebellion, and to incite the ignorant to revolt against the Empire.
Use the Dark Angel to achieve my ulterior motives.
To succeed, kill the loyalists who try to defend the Empire.
Such a mission has no honor and is doomed to be unforgivable.
But I have no choice but to do this, only in this way can I atone for the terrible crimes I have committed.
The war between intelligent creatures and the subspace has a long history. It is not an easy task to sort out the relationship between them and find the ultimate source.
More importantly, those answers must be revealed at the right time.
Exposing it too early will plunge humanity into greater chaos and confusion.
Many people hate the subspace, believing that it brings chaos and disaster.
This idea is wrong.
The Warp itself is not evil; evil is in the hands that wield it.
In a sense, we are the Warp and the Warp is us.
The two are unified and independent.
It's all meaningless.
Gods, emperors, the truths pursued by philosophers, and the truths preached by priests are all meaningless.
Lorgar thought he had mastered the truth of the universe.
If he would have cared to delve deeper, he would have discovered that the truth of the Gods was as false as the truth of the Emperor.
The so-called truth is that there is no truth.
Those gifted with psionics are able to see their own reflections in the Warp, seeing the powerful emotions of living beings transformed into power, forming part of the vast ocean of the Aether.
Just like nature.
When a person dies, he or she becomes part of the ecosystem.
The corpses will be eaten and decomposed, becoming nutrients for other animals and plants.
Is nature evil
Of course not.
Human beings are just a part of nature, and returning to nature is a normal thing.
The Warp will eventually embrace all, both noble and vile.
One thing many people corrupted by demons will not admit is that the whispers echoing in their hearts are their own desires.
The whispers of the Warp are not evil; it is the real creatures that harbor malicious intent that are evil.
The Warp is not something external and cannot create desire within us any more than fire can create fuel of its own.
I have read the ancient, unhuman books of Caliban and visited many abandoned ruins.
I got to know a lot of unknown secrets and truths.
For example, the birth, destruction, and end of the universe.
The real world was born from the vast ocean of ether.
The cycle of life in turn replenishes the barren subspace.
The two form a perfect cycle.
Until the first lives desired eternal life.
Trying to use those powers to prolong your miserable life.
Create some meaning to your life.
They call themselves God, the Omniscient and Almighty, or some other random names.
If one wishes, one can glimpse the shadows of those existences from ancient myths.
I have been trying to search for more information to find out how the beings in the mortal world became those so-called gods.
This kind of work is futile.
The Milky Way is vast, and so is the universe.
However, it is difficult to find such an individual who transcends mortal life and becomes an eternal god.
The closest thing to this state in the galaxy is the ruler of humanity, and I served that one man, the Emperor.
I once thought about sneaking into the palace, observing the emperor's condition, or learning some truth from him.
However, Terra's tight defense prevented me from finding any chances.
The guards will never give me this opportunity.
They will kill me and dismember my body before I can even tell them what I want.
I have tried many plans, even planned several rebellions, to weaken Terra.
These plans were ultimately thwarted by the Loyalists.
The empire was in decline, sinking deeper and deeper into the quagmire of war.
Yet, people are increasingly united around the Emperor, fighting for the salvation that will never come.
In addition to Terra's tight defense, those on other routes were also trying to stop me.
The struggle in the dark reaches of the galaxy is extremely chaotic.
Many people make various plans around the Emperor.
A group of former loyalists worked to resurrect their monarch.
Some of them even went so far as to guide Abaddon to the sword Drachanion.
During the War of the Webway, the sword that sealed the end of the empire was taken away by the Water Thief's son, the Golden Jailer.
As far away from the Empire as possible.
It gave the emperor a chance to catch his breath and allowed the empire to continue.
But those people hope that one day in the future, Abaddon will complete the task of destroying the Empire and use the magic sword to completely destroy the remains of the Emperor, thereby releasing his soul and allowing him to become one of the Chaos Gods with supreme authority.
This is a crazy approach.
However, many people are working secretly to achieve this goal.
In addition to making the emperor a god, there are many plans being carried out in secret.
Some are driven by Imperial loyalists, others are carried out by Chaos cultists.
The first Grand Marshal of the Imperial Guards, Valdo, was also doing something similar.
One of the three great powers of the empire in the past.
In the time when the Emperor was silent and Malcador was gone.
He is the only empire creator still walking in the world.
He also has his own secret mission.
I don't know the details of Waldo's mission, but he should agree with me.
Is looking for a way to completely resolve the chaos in the subspace.
After Guilliman's resurrection, the dying Empire miraculously escaped from the abyss of destruction and once again moved towards glory.
I don't know how Primarch Thirteen did it.
He even made the Emperor completely give up the path of becoming a god, and used his powerful soul to crash into the realm of the Four Gods, buying him more time.
Such things are incomprehensible to those who know the truth.
What kind of magic does No. 13 have that is worth the Emperor making such a big bet and entrusting the entire human race to him
I can guarantee with my life that those so-called gods are just as shocked and confused as mortals.
The Emperor is only one step away from becoming a Chaos God with supreme authority.
That is something that countless gods and demons dream of.
But was abandoned by the emperor.
Guilliman led the Empire to rise and gave humanity hope for the future.
But this doesn't help me with my work at all.
The Emperor left.
Guilliman had no intention of becoming a new god.
Instead, they use firewalls to enclose humans.
Just when I thought things had reached a dead end, Abaddon surprised me again.
That is Vashtor.
The god who had been imprisoned in a civilization war long before the War in Heaven.
I came here smelling the stench of that guy's ambition.
It longs to obtain the same authority as the four gods and become the true protagonist in the eternal chaos.
Perhaps it was this guy's ambition that led to it being imprisoned and sealed.
Anyway, I finally found a target to observe.
I infiltrated Abaddon's team using the name of a fallen angel.
This is not a very difficult thing to do.
Some fallen angels seek their freedom, searching for what they imagine to be redemption.
There are also some fallen angels who have been completely corrupted, forming war gangs and colluding with Abaddon and his ilk.
I don't care about their getting lost, and I even intend to contribute to this outcome.
Only when there is enough chaos can I move around in it with ease, get what I want, and then get out of it safely.
If I'm lucky, I'll gain some insight into how mortal beings became omniscient and omnipotent Chaos Gods with supreme and eternal authority.
Having said so much, you may be confused about who I am
To be honest, I am also confused about who I am
After being entrusted with this dark, heavy mission, my true name has been erased.
Dealing with those weird things all the time, I am almost forgetting what I originally looked like and my past memories.
If you insist on asking my name, I will tell you.
I am a bloodhound, searching for clues hidden in a decaying universe.
I am a shadow, wandering in unknown dark corners, watching every event happen.
Loyalists and traitors alike call me by another name - Lord Cypher.
Do not try to find out where I am, and do not ask which one is me.
I am me, I am you, I am him.
I am everywhere.
I'm watching you.
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The hub city of the Webway is majestic and magnificent, extending and curving from countless dimensions.
Countless turrets and weapon platforms surround the magnificent city buildings.
The fighter planes flying by at high speed stirred up the special mist of the web channel, crushing the strange mist-like creatures that had taken shape.
The imperial soldiers were patrolling back and forth, armed with weapons.
A strange scene is happening in the city.
In front of the huge sculpture of the Imperial double-headed eagle, the Undying, who are regarded as enemies by the Empire, gather here.
Those monsters have twisted shapes, like nightmares born from ancient nightmares.
They made a hissing sound, like poisonous snakes full of venom.
The Imperial Inquisitors stood not far away, chatting in low voices.
Such a scene makes people wonder whether these inquisitors have become corrupt.
Only those who understand the inside story will understand that these lifeless beings are completely different from the lifeless beings that the Empire is fighting against.
These lifeless beings all bear the mark of the emperor of the empire.
If they betray humanity, they will explode into pieces in the blink of an eye at the Emperor's discretion, along with their souls.
Maca is also one of these demons.
Looking at the sculpture of Guilliman in the distance of the city, Maka let out a low growl of resentment.
Before the Imperial Inquisitor noticed its abnormality, it cunningly shifted its gaze.
Touching the forehead brings a slight burning sensation.
Maka was filled with resentment.
One day, it will imprison that bastard Cherubel in the Empire's demon prison and let him suffer all kinds of torture.
Aside from Guilliman, Cherubel is the one it hates the most.
If it weren't for that damn bastard, I would never have fallen into the situation I am in today.
Cherubel provided Guilliman with the summoning rune, which summoned Maka.
From then on, Maka began the most miserable demonic life.
In addition to providing intelligence to the Empire, they also have to become training subjects for Imperial psychics.
What a shame, what a shame.
The only thing worth being happy about is that after the Empire built a firewall and cut off the connection between the lifeless and humans, he could still get some supplies from the Empire.
Those foolish enough to betray the Empire will be stripped of their Imperial citizenship.
Become food for demons like Maca.
In addition, captured alien creatures and so on will be sacrificed to them as an alternative reward.
Maka glanced around.
They are gathered here for a reason.
The order came from the Emperor's brother, the Shadow Lord Corax.
This Primarch, like his other brothers, was responsible for an important matter in the Imperium.
Corax's mission is to establish the subspace intelligence system and ensure its normal operation.
This intelligence organization collects various intelligence from the Warp for the Empire.
Corax's introduction is very consistent with his abilities.
Without a sound or warning, Corax suddenly stood in the middle of the field.
When Maka noticed the imposing figure in black armor, it almost made it jump in fright.
Such power is terrifying.
Maka suspected that if the Shadow Lord wanted, he could slaughter all the demons and humans here without anyone noticing.
When the leading Inquisitor saw the Primarch, his eyes shrank.
Even with the Heart of the Empire implanted, he did not notice the Primarch's arrival in advance.
He has the ability to make everything ignore him.
"Are you ready?" Corax asked.
"Everything is ready. A new batch of lurkers has been selected. They have been reinforced with branding and contracts." The leading Inquisitor said, "According to several tests by the Mechanicus, there are no problems."
"What about the problem of inter-universe communication?"
"It has been solved. The technicians have developed a communication system specifically for us. We have already tested it in Universe 01 and Universe 02, and have also conducted communication tests in several universes that exploration teams have visited. There are no problems at all."
"Good, I don't want to see failure like before again." Corax said.
Maka heard it very carefully.
His hatred for Cherubel also deepened.
The incident of Cherubel's escape made the Empire more vigilant, and they injected more control marks and various devices into the bodies of demons that were about to be sent to other universes.
Cherubel was the first demon to be possessed by Guilliman.
He is also the most active demon.
Before the defection, no one would have thought that Cherubel, who seemed to be following the Emperor of the Empire wholeheartedly, would defect when he entered the alien universe.
Without a trace of hesitation.
He entered the alternate universe and escaped while the Empire's equipment was still being adjusted.
Cherubel single-handedly harmed many demons including Maka, making the empire more wary of demons, and no matter how well they performed, it would be of no use.
"Go ahead and send them to other universes," Corax said.
"Understood, sir." said a mechanical sage.
In the city, a huge mechanical device has started operating.
The gears etched with electromagnetic patterns are turning.
Pale beams of light were woven together to form a single beam that shot from the city into the depths of the webway and into the vast fog.
This machine can open the gap between the subspace and the real universe, and use the compatibility and repulsion between the two to throw demons into the depths of the subspace and then send them to another universe.
Maka watched the machine open, and a huge light gate appeared in the city.
That is the embodiment of human ambition.
They are trying to get their hands on the universe.
Just as they had done ten thousand years ago, the Empire will conquer every world and universe they see.
And demons like him will become the other side's spies, bringing back intelligence from each universe for them.
In front of the golden double-headed eagle, the heavens and the universe will burn.
Maka had no ability to resist.
He was firmly bound by the contract.
Under Corax's will, he walked into the huge gate of light.
Universes that are still ignorant of their future fate will come into contact with the Empire for the first time.
Soon, their fate will be decided.
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There are countless stars in the sky.
However, it is impossible to fill the boundless void.
The stars are sparsely embedded in the void.
There are large gaps between them.
The gaps between galaxies are particularly terrifying; you may not be able to see a single star across a distance of tens or hundreds of thousands of light years.
Those areas remain absolutely freezing cold.
There is no warmth at all.
If an unlucky person were thrown into such a place, it would only take a few milliseconds to take away the heat that sustains his life, turning him into a cold corpse.
Normally, no one should visit a place like this.
Even the craziest space traveler wouldn't waste fuel coming to a place like this.
However, today, this cold void welcomed guests again after countless years.
The dark space began to fluctuate.
The light from stars from who knows how long ago is bent in the ultra-wide angle of view.
The real space shook violently, twisting and stretching at the same time, and finally being torn apart like a gaping wound.
The strange light flickered and extinguished like a flame, burning the outer shell of real space.
Matter is stripped away, and a crack appears where reality meets illusion.
Aether poured out of it, releasing strange light.
A large number of flesh and blood warships rushed out from inside.
It was like a strange warship created in a nightmare. There was no real space with tight logic and reasonableness.
It was a long time before the crack was closed again.
The magnificent fleet that came from afar was suspended in the void.
It was Abaddon and his entourage.
Abaddon stood on the observation deck, and all he saw was the black void and the stars that were so far away that they were unimaginable.
A shrill alarm sounded at this moment.
Scarlet alarm lights flashed inside the ship.
"We are at the edge of the black hole's event horizon, only tens of thousands of kilometers away from entering the black hole's event horizon." A technical priest rushed over, "We must change our course immediately. Once we enter the black hole's event horizon, it will be very troublesome to leave."
A black hole is one of the ways a star dies.
After the thermonuclear reaction has exhausted its fuel, it can no longer support the heavy weight of the outer shell.
Under the weight of the outer shell, the core collapses.
Matter is constantly squeezed toward the center point until it forms a star with infinitely small volume and infinite density, which becomes the so-called black hole.
Because the gravity of a black hole is extremely strong, the escape velocity within the event horizon is greater than the speed of light.
Once you are trapped in it, the possibility of escape is slim.
Even if the Warp exists, the immense gravity of a black hole would shred any ship that attempts to enter the Warp from reality.
In an area far away from a star, there is a black hole.
The only explanation is that someone deliberately built a black hole here.
Abaddon did not reply. He just turned his head and looked at Vashtor, his deep eyes filled with questioning.
His hand was on the magic sword, if Vashtor dared to play any tricks.
Abaddon let him experience the pain that the former Emperor felt when he was pierced by Drachanion.
"This is just an illusion. The ruins have been protected." Vashtor said.
"Is there really some device that can run for billions of years?" said the Dark Mechanicus sage on the side.
“Don’t underestimate those ancient civilizations. Their exploration of the path to truth is deeper than yours,” Vashtor said.
"Then how should we find the ruins?" Abaddon asked.
"Towards the center of the black hole."
Vashtor's words silenced Abaddon and everyone else.
Moving towards the center of a black hole is simply seeking death.
"Without the courage to risk everything, how can you get the artifact you want?" Vashtor saw Abaddon's hesitation.
"Don't lie to me, or the price you will pay will be beyond your imagination." Abaddon looked at Vashtor with dangerous eyes.
"I never despise lying to others." Vashtor said, "If I wanted to harm you, why would I build warships and soldiers for you?"
Abaddon withdrew his gaze and looked at the holographic projection floating in front of him.
The black hole area in front of the fleet has been marked.
The route of the Evil Omen Ark turned red.
Urgent warning runes kept popping up above the projection.
"Let the other ships stay where they are, and we will enter the black hole," Abaddon said.
"Sir, isn't that too risky?" The mechanical sage next to him said, "Once we enter the event horizon of a black hole, we will be trapped inside and die. The speed of time will also change. It is very likely that we will think that only a few seconds have passed, but in the real universe, tens of thousands of years have passed."
"Don't say anything more, go in." Abaddon's words were full of majesty, making those who still wanted to persuade him tremble.
No one wants to face the wrath of a big predator.
Anyone who does that will end up with a very miserable ending.
At Abaddon's command, the fleet halted its advance.
Only the flagship, the Ark of Evil Omen, began to accelerate, broke away from the fleet, and rushed towards the black hole as if committing suicide.
Faced with the noisy alarm sounds, all the technicians were trembling.
Some even closed their eyes in fear.
Heading towards a black hole would be suicidal.
The infinite gravity would tear them apart, ripping everything into elementary particles.
Abaddon also held the handrail beside him tightly, staring closely at the approaching black hole.
The speed of the Evil Omen Ark is constantly increasing.
Even if the Ark's engine has stopped accelerating.
The huge ark was pulled by the gravity of the black hole and dragged towards its center.
The alarm became more urgent as the distance got closer.
When the Ark came into view, the climax was reached.
Then there was an eerie silence and absolute darkness.
It's like the calm after reaching the peak.
Abaddon had a false sense of time standing still.
It was as if I was thrown out of time for a moment and frozen in a certain moment.
This feeling comes quickly and goes away quickly.
The light reappeared.
The darkness disappears.
The observation deck was also lit up.
The scene that came into view made Abaddon open his mouth slightly.
The ancient ruins that had been silent for billions of years appeared before him.
It is hard to imagine what kind of race built such a building.
Even if the gods in mythology came into reality, I am afraid they would not be able to build such a building.
The ruins are so majestic and magnificent that it is hard to imagine.
It was an orbiter built with a blue dwarf as its core.
The Ark of Evil, which was as huge as a planet, seemed as small as a grain of sand in front of that huge building.
Nine continuously rotating rings form a structure that is connected end to end.
According to the scanning results, the radius of the blue dwarf star alone reaches 27,155,700 kilometers.
You can imagine what kind of project it is to create an orbit that can orbit this star.
Even God cannot do such a thing; only the Creator can do it.
Such a large amount of material can only be obtained by dismantling other planets or stars.
The megastructures themselves also have huge flaws.
It must be able to withstand the star's gravitational force evenly.
The slightest mistake could result in the megastructure being torn apart by gravity and crashing into the star.
"Is this the power of ancient civilization?" A Dark Mechanicus sage nearby stared at the majestic building in amazement.
It is not an exaggeration to say that a civilization that can build such a building is composed entirely of gods.
"The war of civilizations affected the entire universe. In that era when many civilizations coexisted, such buildings were not surprising. I have seen even crazier civilizations that connected countless galaxies together to form a great wall of protection. Or they created countless black holes and built a barrier that even cut off the subspace. In that era, there was nothing those terrible civilizations could not do, except what you could not think of." Vashtor said calmly with a condescending attitude.
Compared with the war of civilizations, the galaxy today is just a small fight in a remote corner.
"It's amazing! Take me to find the artifact." Abaddon saw the magnificent building and believed Vashtor's words. Only a powerful civilization that can change the universe at will can leave behind weapons that can fight against Yog-Sothoth. "I can't wait to get the artifact and return to the galaxy to let them know that the Great Predator will not be defeated by them."
ps: It’s not easy to update so early, but I have to go to social events, otherwise I would have to be tough.
I will continue to update when I have time in the evening.