More scenes appeared in the raging witchcraft flames.
Each image is not a real message, but an ancient metaphor.
Pictures after pictures unfolded before Abaddon.
The allegories and nightmares of symbolism could not hide any truth from a man so ancient and cunning as he.
He saw a giant in golden armor walking on the ruined battlefield.
Groups of faceless figures advanced in unison.
There was light in their eyes and they took firm steps as they stepped over their fallen companions and attacked the darkness.
The darkness nearby disappeared with the arrival of the faceless figures.
When the darkness faded, the decayed corpses were revealed.
Nothing can stop the Stone of Empire and the legions under his command.
Those decaying corpses represent the Chaos Lords' defeat.
The faceless figures are the ignorant people who have succumbed to the corrupt empire.
Another tableau showed Abaddon a group of men and women hunting in a dark jungle.
The leader was a giant like an ancient knight.
The giant's power is so great that he can shatter all the darkness with just a stretch of his hand.
His fists could defeat monsters and knock down twisted trees.
Faces covered in a mass of screams emerged from the darkness, emitting piercing screams.
A strange hand with open claws stretched out in the dark jungle.
Those faces and arms looked like mummies that had been decaying for years.
They seek to drag those men and women into eternal darkness.
But they were cut off by the blades wielded by those men and women, and forced back by the torches in their hands.
As the hunter moved forward, the entire dark jungle was filled with wailing sounds.
Even with the help of Yog-Sothoth, the Necrons under the Silent King were still doomed to failure.
There is another picture about orcs.
Two huge orcs fought on a barren plain.
They all wore rough, barbaric crowns on their heads.
One of them knocked the other down, causing him to roar in pain.
Then the one who was knocked down had his head chopped off.
The victor roared at the herd and crushed the crown of another.
It looks like the orcs will also be in trouble that they cannot resolve.
The Empire has an overall advantage.
The coalition forces collapsed across the board, and were only one step away from final defeat.
As long as Guilliman defeats the incarnation of Yog-Sothoth, the outcome will be completely determined.
Abaddon did not feel angry at all when he received the news that the Empire was about to win from these images. Instead, he smiled.
That's exactly what he needs.
The more the cancerous army is weakened, the greater his chances will be.
"Let me see what Guilliman is doing." Abaddon suppressed the joy in his heart and spoke.
Such a sentence brought disaster.
The flames exploded.
The suspended images all became fragmented.
The air was filled with cries of pain, as the shadows lurking in the darkness were harmed by an invisible force.
Huddled in pain in the shadows of the room.
If the room had not been subject to various terrible restrictions and runes, they would have escaped from this terrible place long ago.
The oracles standing in the eight directions all screamed.
The fire of witchcraft burns in them as the price of daring to peek into the unimaginable.
Abaddon lifted up Drachanion and stepped back cautiously.
The desperate wails echoed throughout the secret room, filling his heart with uneasiness.
He backed up to his position by the door and bumped his elbow against the unlocking rune on the door.
The first attempt only created a spark.
Abaddon repeated the elbow strike.
The door tilted upwards with a heavy mechanical whine.
Several mages in black robes and their personal guards all rushed in.
"Sir," his guard asked, "What happened?"
Abaddon shook his head; he didn't know either.
He just wanted to check on Guilliman's condition, but this unexpected change happened.
"Something has interfered with the ritual," said a dark magician. "The Oracle's prying has triggered the self-defense of a powerful being, who is blocking all observation of him. My Lord, who did you see?"
Abaddon's face turned grim.
Guilliman's power grows stronger.
Before, we could observe his existence and determine his location through various means.
Now, even observation is impossible.
Guilliman's very existence had severed all the threads of his destiny.
"Is it the Cursed Child?" The dark magician guessed who Abaddon was looking for.
Apart from the gods and the one of the Cancerous Legion, only Guilliman the Son of the Damned has such power.
That guy is countless times more terrifying than his father.
There is nothing strange about being able to do such a thing.
Abaddon's silence made everyone look at each other, and they could see the solemnity and fear in each other's eyes.
"He has become stronger again. As the empire grows stronger, he also grows stronger."
"His power is almost as strong as that of the former emperor. It is only a matter of time before he surpasses the former emperor."
"Is a new god about to be born?"
"He is not a god. He is just a pathetic human monarch. He is powerful, but that is nothing special."
The dark magicians discussed the Cursed Child in horrified voices.
The opponent's power is getting closer and closer to that of the gods.
If we give the other party some more time, it is hard to imagine what kind of situation they will reach.
The mages' whispers were rudely interrupted by Abaddon.
He grabbed a black magician with his massive Horus claws and cut him into pieces.
"I do not want to hear such words again." Abaddon said angrily, "Now find out where Guilliman is."
The mages looked terrified, and they did not dare to contradict Abaddon.
They summoned demons to clean up the bodies of the oracles, and then repaired the runes in the secret room to ensure that its original effectiveness was restored.
A new oracle was soon sent over.
They were all psykers who had been tortured to the point of collapse.
The black magicians used various cruel punishments to break the opponent's will and dedicate their souls to Chaos.
Then use various runes and spells to transform it into an oracle.
Oracles are able to read various information from the aetheric currents of the Warp.
And express that information in metaphorical images.
The wizards quickly restored the secret room.
The new eight-pointed star was also tinkered with.
As the ritual began, the Oracle's body twitched.
The strange witch fire suddenly started burning.
Abaddon wanted to continue asking about Guilliman's location.
But when he thought of what happened just now, he stopped.
Guilliman was protected by those special powers.
It doesn't mean that everyone around him is protected.
Find an ordinary person who follows Guilliman, investigate his whereabouts, and indirectly determine Guilliman's whereabouts.