Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation Chapter 321

  Chapter 321 Ancient Ruins (for subscription)

   Standing on the high platform, Abaddon looked at Vashtor, who was speaking eloquently.

  The predator's eyes are as deep as an abyss, possessing the ability to penetrate everything.

  Vashtor is a powerful god.

   It doesn't mean that he can deceive Abaddon.

   Abaddon, who can integrate many traitors, possesses wisdom no less than that of the Primarch.

  The Eye of Terror has countless warbands, each with their own ulterior motives.

   Only Abaddon could combine them into a usable army.

   What's more, he didn't inherit the arrogance inherent in every Primarch.

  He spent 10,000 years patiently defeating powerful enemies who could fight against him one by one.

   Disintegrated the defense of the empire and created a situation in its favor.

   Abaddon thinks he has gone further than Horus, the father of genes in the past.

  He would not risk the vicissitudes of the warp and place the key to victory on the dark gods.

   Those guys are eager for Abaddon to conquer the entire galaxy, and even the universe, and dedicate more wars and deaths to them.

  But he didn't want Abaddon to win without begging for help, and he didn't want Abaddon to win under the enslavement of other dark gods.

  They are always trying to make Abaddon their disciple through mortal and demon puppets.

   Abaddon knew this well.

  He knows very well that if he wants to defeat the empire, his enemies are not only the loyalists, but also the dark gods who try to use him as a pawn.

  When he witnessed the end of his genetic father, he secretly vowed that he would never become their pawn.

  Vashtor's little tricks can't fool the Great Marauder.

   Abaddon could see a sinister, grand ambition lurking in Vashtor's heart.

  The opponent must be planning to get something in the chaos of the galaxy!

   Allegiance to liberty is not the whole story.

   Realizing this, Abaddon smiled.

   But what does that matter? ?

  What does it matter if Vashtor is full of ambitions!

  This is the normal state of chaos.

   Betrayal, cunning, disorderly, vicious.

   As long as the other party can use it for himself, this is enough.

   When the Sons of Horus turned their backs on the Empire, loyalty was lost.

  Honso, Huron, what is the difference between these guys and Vashtor! 1

   They only join him out of fear and self-interest.

  When there are greater interests and fears, the so-called loyalty of these guys is very doubtful.

"Then let's go to that place, I can't wait to get that artifact." Abaddon said in a low voice: "If it can really hurt all existence, I really want to use it to cut that bastard's body , Let's see if it's really immortal.”

   "You will get your wish." Vashtor let out a mechanical laugh, and the oracle he regarded as the host was deteriorating.

  The flesh and blood body was transformed into metal, the nerves became cables, and the breath smelled of fire.

   Vashtor is changing this guy.

   It is always difficult for mortals to resist the power of gods, and they will change involuntarily.

   "I hope so." Abaddon said in a deep voice.

  Letting Yogg-Sothoth's minions and the imperial dog bite the dog, while he left to look for a chance to rise again, was definitely the most correct decision Abaddon had ever made.

   Finding Vashtor, the so-called God of Forging, gave Abaddon's army a comprehensive upgrade.

  With the help of Vashtor, a large number of ships that had sunk in the depths of the warp were dragged out again and shaped into their warships.

  Some technologies that existed in ancient times were also taught by Vashtor to the followers of the Dark Mechanicum.

   Those sages who seek dark truths rejoice in the knowledge Vashtor shares.

  According to Vashtor's self-report, it is the embodiment of technology, dark craft, innovation, and invention in subspace.

  Any technological innovation will provide him with strength.

  If the empire hadn't built a firewall, the technological innovation of the human empire would have made him extremely powerful.

  It's a pity that Guilliman's practice of building a firewall not only prevented the four gods from continuing to draw power from humans, but also prevented Vashtor.

   With the help of Vashtor, in addition to mass-produced puppet soldiers, there are various technological innovations.

  Renew Abaddon's Legion.

   Capable of fighting minions of the Empire and Yogg-Sothoth.

  In order to enhance the navigation capability of the fleet, Vashtor built soul-inducing pillars on large ships, allowing the ships of the Abaddon Legion to have a faster speed and to quickly reach their destinations with the help of the chaotic subspace.

  Leaving Yogg-Sothoth's minions and searching for ancient ruins, Abaddon gathered scattered rebel 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 hatred for the empire.

   Abaddon showed great tolerance for their faith and loyalty.

   As long as they swear an oath against the Empire, they are acceptable.

  Among them are not only some nobles who are still resisting in the border areas, but also Alpha, Fallen Angel and other members.

   formed a very considerable force.

  Combined with Vashtor's puppet warriors, the power in Abaddon's hands is enough for him to recover the dignity he once lost.

  He vowed to show the man who pretended to be Horus the wrath of the Marauder if he got the weapon.

  The fleet entered the subspace again under the guidance of the light beam released by the soul-inducing pillar created by Vashtor.

  Use the warp to travel to ancient ruins beyond the galaxy.

   With a crack that exudes an ominous light is opened.

  With the help of the powerful ships cast by Vashtor, file in and go to the mysterious ancient ruins.

   Abaddon, who left the factory, came to the viewing platform of the ark, where he could see the bright galaxy flickering.

  He was once an important player in determining the fate of the galaxy.

   But with the awakening of Guilliman and the arrival of Yogg-Sothoth, he became a marginal role.

   But he was not defeated.

   Yogg Sotos will pay the price of looking down on the little guys.

  The plasma engines used by the battleships are as bright as the suns, emitting a strange light, pushing the battleships into the subspace.

  Vashtor retrieved these ships from the warp, but did not completely clean up the pollution on them.

   Just used his ability as the **** of casting to gather those polluted ships together and carried out a comprehensive upgrade.

  This infusion of terror allows ship captains to exercise some degree of control over their ships.

   But the alien and demon infestation in those ships is far from over.

  Each assembled ship is incomparably huge, comparable to stars.

  Users need to use these ships while cleaning up the original owners of the ships.

   This is also a part of testing them.

  If you can't even conquer your own ship, what can you use to fight against the human empire.

   Abaddon stood on the viewing platform and stared at the metal giant beasts covered in flesh and blood. Driven by the engine, he sank into the radiant gap and entered the subspace.

  The warriors who served the Dark God stood behind him, awaiting the command of the Great Reaver.

   "No one can defeat me." Abaddon said firmly, looking at the shining stars, "No one can humiliate me."

  I have seen the Emperor and the Primarchs walk among the stars, and have seen them build the Imperium with extraordinary power.

  I have seen betrayal, father against son, brother against brother.

   I have been confused against the truth of the Emperor, and I have firmly despised the truth brought by the gods.

   Someone sees me as a traitor.

   Someone sees me as a loyalist in the dark.

   Nobody knows the real answer.

I don't know either.

  The long ten thousand years have made me almost forget my original mission.

   The only thing I remember is my status as a sinner.

  Ten thousand years ago, an angry lion fell under Luther's sword. Remorse and pain made us regain our sanity.

   We have committed unforgivable crimes.

  We have betrayed our race, our lord, and what we have sworn to protect.

  When the blood of the lion was spilled, I didn't taste the joy of victory, only the pain of repentance.

  The evil god's wild laughter echoed in the subspace, and it also echoed in my ears.

   They ridicule the ignorance and ignorance of human beings.

  If I followed Coswayne to Terra and died there, it would be such a happy thing.

   But there is no if in this world.

   We made bad choices.

   Doomed to bear the guilt for this.

  When the lion fell, my hometown, Caliban, which once raised me, also broke down.

  The tide of the warp turned into a terrible storm, sweeping everything.

  The Dark Watchers came from another time and space and took away the lion.

  I was thrown to a certain corner of the galaxy by the subspace wave, and it took a long time before I was able to return to the starry sky.

  I try to return to the wreckage of Caliban, the Stonehold, and seek redemption there.

   The result made me despair.

   There is no redemption there, only hatred and enmity left over.

   The Dark Angel is torn apart.

  Lian was taken away by the watchmen, and Luther was imprisoned in the depths of the Stone Fortress.

  The surviving Dark Angels lick their wounds alone, hating those former colleagues who betrayed them.

  When I was lost, those dark watchers appeared again.

   They told me it wasn't all over yet.

  The Lion King will eventually return again.

  Humanity still has one last chance.

  When the horn of the final battle sounds, the ashes of the embers will burn again, sweeping up and igniting the entire universe.

  The heroes of mankind will return to participate in the final battle in the name of loyalty.

  The Wardens have entrusted me with a dark and unhonorable mission.

   That is to recognize the true nature of the struggle between humans and the subspace.

   Send the truth back to the Empire.

  Only by knowing why to fight can human beings have the possibility of victory.

  I chose to accept.

   To atone and 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 by one.

  Humanity has lost its guidance.

   staggering forward, groping its way under the rule of a bureaucracy that has forgotten its past.

  I was also active at that time, avoiding the capture of the dark angels and completing my dark mission.

   At that time, I was not acting as loyal.

   To lure the rebellion of those who have fallen, to incite the ignorant against the Empire.

  Using the Dark Angels for my ulterior purposes.

   To succeed, kill loyalists who try to defend the empire.

   There is no honor in such a mission, and it is doomed not to be forgiven.

   But this is the only way I can atone for the terrible crimes I once committed.

  The war between intelligent creatures and subspace has been going on for a long time. It is not an easy task to sort out the relationship and find the ultimate source.

   More importantly, those answers must be revealed at the right time.

  Too early exposure will cause human beings to fall into greater chaos and confusion.

  Many people will hate the subspace, thinking that it is the subspace that brings chaos and disaster.

   Such thinking is wrong.

   The nature of the warp is not evil, it is the hands that wield it.

   In a sense, we are the subspace, and the subspace is us.

   Both are unified and independent.

   Everything is meaningless.

  Gods, emperors, and the truth pursued by philosophers and the truth preached by priests are meaningless.

   Lorgar thought he had grasped the truth of the universe.

  If he would delve further, he would find that the truth of the gods is as false as the truth of the Emperor.

  The so-called truth is that there is no truth.

   Those with psionic gifts can see their own reflection in the Warp, and can see the strong emotions of creatures transformed into forces that form part of the vast etheric ocean.

   Just like nature.

  After a person dies, he becomes part of the ecosystem.

  The dead body will be eaten, decomposed, and become nourishment for other animals and plants.

   Is nature evil?

  Of course not.

  Humans are only a part of nature, and returning to nature is a normal thing.

  The Warp will eventually accept everything, the noble and the base.

  One thing many demon-corrupted people won't admit is that the whispers echo their own desires

  Whispers of the warp are not evil, evil are real beings with malicious intentions.

   The Warp is not something external and cannot create desire within us any more than fire can create fuel by itself.

  I have read Caliban's ancient, non-human books, and I have traveled to many abandoned ruins.

  Know many unknown secrets and truths.

   For example, the birth, destruction and end of the universe.

   In the ocean of ether, the real world is born.

  The cycle of life in turn replenishes the barren subspace.

  The two form a perfect circle.

   Until the first beings longed for eternal life.

  Trying to use those powers to prolong a miserable life for himself.

   Create some meaning for your own life.

  They refer to themselves as gods, omnipotent, or some other nonsense name.

  If you want, people can glimpse the shadows of those existences from those ancient myths.

  I have been trying to search for more information, trying to find out how the mortal beings became those so-called gods.

   This kind of work is futile.

   The galaxy is vast, and the universe is also vast.

  But this kind of individual who transcends the life of the mortal world and incarnates as an eternal **** is hard to find.

  The closest thing in the galaxy to this state is the ruler of humanity, and to that one I served, the Emperor.

  I thought about sneaking into the palace, observing the emperor's state, or learning some truth from the other party.

  However, Terra's tight defense prevented me from finding a chance.

  The imperial guards will never give me this chance.

  They will kill me and dismember my body before I shout out my purpose.

  I tried many schemes, and even plotted many rebellions to weaken Terra.

  These plans were ultimately thwarted by Loyalists.

  The empire is going downhill, sinking deeper and deeper into the quagmire of war.

  People are more and more united by the Emperor's side, fighting for the salvation that will not come.

  In addition to Terra's tight defense, those people from other routes are also blocking me.

  The battle in the dark places of the galaxy is very chaotic.

  Many people are making plans around the Emperor.

  A group of former loyalists work to bring their monarch back to life.

  Some of them even went so far as to guide Abaddon to obtain the sword Drachanion.

  During the Battle 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.

  Give the emperor a chance to breathe and allow the empire to continue.

  But those people hope that someday in the future, Abaddon will complete the task of destroying the empire and use the magic sword to completely destroy the emperor's remnant body, thereby releasing the soul and making him one of the Chaos Gods who wield supreme authority.

   This is a crazy approach.

   There are many people working secretly to achieve this goal.

  In addition to making the emperor a god, there are many plans that are being secretly implemented.

  Some are promoted by Imperial loyalists, and some are executed by Chaos cultists.

  The first Marshal of the Forbidden Army - Valdo is also doing similar things.

   One of the former Big Three of the Empire.

  In the era when the Emperor was silent and Malcador left.

  He is the only empire creator who can still walk in the world.

  He also has his own secret mission.

  I don't know the details of Valdo's mission, but he should agree with me.

   is looking for a solution to the chaos of the warp.

  After Guilliman recovered, the surviving empire miraculously escaped from the abyss of near-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 road of no return 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 magical power does No. 13 have, which is worthy of the Emperor's big bet, entrusting the entire human race to him.

  I guarantee with my life that those so-called gods are as shocked and incomprehensible as mortals.

  The Emperor is only one step away from becoming the Chaos God who holds the highest authority.

  That is something that countless gods and demons dream of.

   was abandoned by the emperor.

  Guilliman led the rise of the empire, allowing mankind to see hope for the future.

   But this is not helpful for my work.

  The Emperor is gone.

   Guilliman has no intention of becoming a new god.

   Instead, use firewalls to enclose humans.

   Just when I thought things had reached a dead end, Abaddon brought me another surprise.

   That is Vashtor.

  The **** who was imprisoned in the war of civilizations long before the Battle of Heaven.

  I smell the stench of that guy's ambition.

  It longs for the same authority as the four gods, and becomes the real protagonist in the eternal chaos.

  Perhaps it was this guy's ambition that caused him to be imprisoned and sealed.

   Anyway, I finally found a target that I can observe.

  I used the name of the Fallen Angel to infiltrate Abaddon's team.

   This thing is not very difficult.

   There are fallen angels seeking their freedom, seeking their imaginary way of salvation.

   There are also some fallen angels who have been completely polluted and formed war gangs to join forces with Abaddon and his ilk.

  I don't care about their loss, and even deliberately contributed to this result.

   Only when there is enough chaos, can I walk through it with ease, get what I want, and then retreat completely.

  If I'm lucky, I'll grasp some truths and gain insight into how life in the mortal world becomes an all-knowing and omnipotent Chaos God who holds supreme and eternal authority.

   Having said so much, maybe you will be confused who am I?

   To be honest, I am also confused about who am I?

   Given this dark, heavy mission, my real name has been erased.

  I have been dealing with those weird things, which made me almost forget my original appearance and past memories.

  If you insist on asking my name, then I will tell you.

  I am the Hound, looking for clues hidden in the decaying universe.

  I am a shadow, wandering in unknown dark corners, watching every event happen.

   Loyalists and traitors alike will call me by another name - Lord Cypher.

   Don't try to find out where I am, and don't ask who I am.

  I am me, I am you, I am him.

   I am everywhere.

   I watch you.

  The hub city of the webway is majestic, stretching and bending from countless dimensions.

   Numerous turrets, weapon platforms surround magnificent city buildings.

  The high-speed passing fighter jets stirred the special mist of the webway, smashing the strange mist-like creatures that formed into pieces.

  The soldiers of the Empire are patrolling back and forth with weapons in hand.

  A weird scene is happening in the city.

   In front of the huge sculpture of the Imperial Double-headed Eagle, the living who are regarded as enemies by the Empire gather here.

  Those monsters have distorted shapes, like nightmares born from ancient nightmares.

   They hissed like venomous snakes.

  The judges of the empire stood not far away, chatting in low voices.

  Scenes like this make people wonder whether these judges have fallen.

   Only those who understand the inside story will understand that these living beings are completely different from the living beings that the empire is fighting against.

  These inanimate people all have the brand of belonging to the emperor of the empire.

  Once they betray humans, they will be blown to pieces within the time of the Emperor's thought, even their souls.

   Maca is also a part of these demons.

   Looking at the sculpture belonging to Guilliman in the distance of the city, Maca let out a low growl of resentment.

  Before the Imperial Inquisitor noticed its abnormality, it shifted its gaze cunningly again.

   Stroking on the forehead brings a trace of burning sensation.

  Maka was full of resentment.

  One day, it will imprison Cherubel that **** in the devil prison of the empire, and let him suffer all kinds of torture.

  In addition to Guilliman, Cherubel is the object it hates the most.

  If it weren't for that damned bastard, I would never have fallen to where I am today.

  Cherubel provided the summoning rune to Guilliman and summoned Maca.

  Since then, Maca has ushered in the most tragic demon life.

  In addition to providing intelligence to the empire, they also have to be the training object of the empire's psykers.

  What a shame, what a shame.

  The only happy thing is that after the empire built a firewall to block the connection between the living and human beings, he can still get some food from the empire.

  Those fools who try to betray the Empire will be stripped of their citizenship.

   Become food for demons such as Maca.

  In addition to this, there are also captive alien creatures, etc., which will be sacrificed to them, which can be regarded as an alternative reward.

   Maca scanned everything around him.

   They are grouped here for a reason.

  The order came from Corax, the brother of the Emperor of the Empire, the Lord of Shadows.

  This Primarch, like his other brothers, is responsible for an important matter of the Empire.

  Corax's task is to form a subspace intelligence system and ensure its normal operation.

   This intelligence organization collects all kinds of intelligence from the subspace for the empire.

  Corax's appearance is very suitable for his ability.

  Silently, without warning, Corax just stood in the arena suddenly.

  When Maca noticed the majestic body in black armor, it almost made it jump in fright.

  Such abilities are frightening.

  Maka suspected that if the Lord of Shadows wanted to, he would be able to slaughter all the demons and humans here without knowing it.

   When the leading judge saw the Primarch, his pupils shrank.

   Even with the Imperial Heart implanted, he did not notice the arrival of the Primarch 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, and they have been strengthened with brand marks and contracts." The leading judge said, "According to several tests by the Mechanician, there is no problem."

   "What about interuniverse communication?"

   "It has been solved. The technicians have specially researched a communication system for us. It has been tested in universe 01 and universe 02, and communication tests have been carried out in the universes that several exploration teams have arrived. There is no problem."

   "Very well, I don't want to see the failure like before again." Corax said.

   Maca listened very clearly from the side.

  Hate for Cherubel also deepened.

  The incident of Cherubel's escape made the empire more vigilant, and injected more control marks and various devices into the demons who were about to be sent to other universes.

  Cherubel was the first demon controlled by Guilliman.

   is also the most aggressive demon.

  Before the defection incident, no one thought that Cherubel, who seemed to follow the emperor wholeheartedly, would defect when he entered a different universe.

   Without the slightest hesitation.

   Entering a different universe, he escaped while the empire's equipment was still being adjusted.

   Cherubel entrapped many demons including Maca by himself. Making the empire more vigilant against demons, no matter how well they behave, will not help.

   "Let's go, send them to other universes." Corax said.

   "Understood, my lord." A mechanical sage said.

  In the city, a huge mechanical device is already in operation.

   The gears etched with electromagnetic patterns rotate.

  Pale beams of light were woven together to form a beam that shot from the city into the depths of the webway, sinking into the vast mist.

  This machine can open the gap between the subspace and the real universe, and use the compatibility and repulsion characteristics of 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 emerged in the city.

  That is the embodiment of human ambition.

  They are trying to get their hands on the universe of the heavens.

   Like 10,000 years ago, the Empire will conquer every world and universe they see.

   And a demon like him will become the other party's spy, bringing back information about each universe for them.

   In front of the golden double-headed eagle, all the heavens and universes will burn.

   Maca has no ability to resist.

  He is bound firmly by the contract.

  Under the will of Corax, he walked into the huge door of light.

   Those universes that do not yet know their future fate will touch the Empire for the first time.

   Soon, they will usher in the judgment of fate.

  The stars in the sky are endless.

   However, it is impossible to fill that boundless void.

   Stars are sparsely embedded in the void.

   leaves a large gap between each other.

  The gap between galaxies is particularly terrifying. It may be tens of thousands of distances away, and even hundreds of thousands of light years cannot see a single star.

  Those areas remain absolutely frigid.

   Not a trace of warmth.

  If an unlucky guy is thrown in such a place, it only takes a few milliseconds to deprive him of the heat that keeps him alive, turning him into a cold corpse.

   Places like this are supposed to be untouched.

  Even the craziest space traveler wouldn't waste fuel going to a place like this.

  However, today, after countless years, this icy void welcomes guests again.

  The dark space fluctuates.

  The light of stars from an unknown time ago is bent in the ultrwide field of view.

  The real space vibrated violently, twisting and stretching at the same time, and finally was torn open like a gaping wound.

  The strange light flickered and extinguished like a flame, burning the outer shell of the real space.

  The material is stripped, and the gap between reality and illusion appears.

  Aether poured out of it, releasing eerie rays of light.

   A large number of flesh and blood warships rushed out of it.

   It's like a weird warship created in a nightmare. It is impossible to have a logically tight and reasonable realistic space.

   After a long time, the crack was closed again.

  The magnificent fleet that came from afar is suspended in the void.

   It was Abaddon and his party.

   Abaddon stood on the viewing platform, he could only see the dark void and the unimaginably distant stars.

  The ear-piercing siren sounded at this moment.

   Scarlet warning lights shone inside the ship.

"We are at the edge of the event horizon of the black hole, and we are only tens of thousands of kilometers away from entering the event horizon of the black hole." A technical priest hurried over, "We have to change our course immediately. Once we enter the event horizon of the black hole, it is very difficult to leave. Trouble."

  Black hole is a kind of star death ending.

  After the thermonuclear reaction runs out of fuel, it can no longer support the heavy weight of the shell.

  Under the weight of the shell, the core collapses.

  Material is continuously squeezed toward the center point until it forms a star with infinitely small volume and infinite density, which becomes a so-called black hole.

  Because the gravitational force of the black hole is extremely strong, the escape velocity in the event horizon is greater than the speed of light.

  Once trapped, the possibility of escape is very slim.

  Even if there is a subspace, the huge gravity of the black hole will tear apart the ships trying to enter the subspace from reality.

  In a region far away from stars, there will be black holes.

  The only explanation is that someone deliberately built a black hole here.

   Abaddon didn't reply, he just turned his head to look at Vashtor, with doubts in those deep eyes.

  His hand was on the magic sword, if Vashtor dared to play any tricks.

   Abaddon asked him to try the pain of the former emperor being penetrated by Drachanian.

   "This is just an illusion, the ruins are protected." Vashtor said.

   "Is there really any device that can run for hundreds of millions of years?" said the sage of the Dark Mechanic Cult on the side.

   "Don't underestimate those ancient civilizations, their exploration of the path of truth is deeper than yours." Vashtor said.

   "Then how should we find that ruin?" Abaddon asked.

   "Proceed to the center of the black hole."

  Vashtor's words silenced Abaddon and the crowd.

  Going to the center of the black hole, this kind of thing is simply courting death.

   "If you don't have the courage to put all your eggs in one basket, how can you get the artifact you want." Vashtor saw Abaddon's hesitation.

   "Don't lie to me, otherwise the price you have to pay is absolutely unimaginable." Abaddon watched Vashtor's eyes become dangerous.

   "I never disdain to deceive others with lies." Vashtor said: "If I want to entrap you, why should I build battleships and soldiers for you."

   Abaddon withdrew his gaze, looking at the holographic projection suspended in front of him.

  The black hole area in front of the fleet has been marked.

   The trajectory of the Ominous Ark turns red.

   Hasty warning runes kept popping up above the projection.

   "Let the other ships stand by, we enter the black hole." Abaddon said.

"My lord, wouldn't that be too risky." The mechanical sage next to him said, "Once we enter the horizon of the black hole, we will be trapped and die inside. The flow rate of time will also change. It is very likely that we thought that only the past In a few seconds, tens of thousands of years have passed in the real universe."

   "Don't talk too much, 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 the Marauder.

  Anyone who does that will end up bleak.

  Under Abaddon's order, the fleet stopped advancing.

   Only the Ark of Omen, the flagship, began to accelerate, broke away from the fleet, and rushed towards the black hole like suicide.

   Facing the loud alarm sound, all the technicians trembled.

   Some even closed their eyes in horror.

  The act of heading towards a black hole is tantamount to suicide.

  Infinite gravitational force will tear them apart, tearing everything into elementary particles.

   Abaddon also held tightly to the handrail beside him, staring closely at the approaching black hole.

   The speed of the Ominous Ark is constantly accelerating.

  Even if the engine of the ark has stopped accelerating.

  The huge ark is pulled by the gravity of the black hole and dragged towards its center.

  The alarm becomes more urgent as the distance approaches.

   When the ark entered the horizon, the climax came.

   An eerie silence and absolute darkness followed.

   It's like the calm after reaching the peak.

   Abaddon had an illusion of time stagnation.

   It's like being thrown out of time for a moment, frozen in a certain moment.

   This feeling comes and goes quickly.

  The light resurfaced.

   The darkness disappears.

  The observation deck is also lit up.

  The scene that greeted his eyes made Abaddon slightly open his mouth.

  The ancient ruins that had been silent for hundreds of millions of years appeared in front of him.

   It is hard to imagine what kind of race built such a building.

  Even if the gods in the myth came to reality, I am afraid that there is no way to build such a building.

  The ruins are majestic to an unimaginable degree.

   That is an orbiter built with a blue dwarf as its core.

  The gigantic Ark of Omen, which looks like a planet, appears as small as a grain of sand in front of that huge building.

  Nine continuously rotating rings form a structure connected end to end.

  According to the scanning results, the blue dwarf star has a radius of 27155700 kilometers.

   To create an orbit around this star, one can imagine what kind of project it is.

  Gods can't do such a thing, only the Creator can do it.

  So many materials can only be obtained by dismantling other planets or stars.

   Megastructure itself also has huge flaws.

   It must be able to withstand the gravitational force of the star evenly.

   A slight mistake can cause the giant structure to be torn apart by gravity and crash into the star.

   "Is this the power of ancient civilization?" A sage of the Dark Mechanicus next to him stared at this majestic building dumbfounded.

   To be able to build such a building, it is not an exaggeration to say that that civilization is a **** for all staff.

"The battle of civilizations affects the entire universe. In the era when many civilizations coexist, such a building is not a surprise. I have seen crazier civilizations, connecting countless star systems together to form a Great Wall of protection .Or create countless black holes, and build a barrier that divides even the subspace. In that era, only you can't think of it, there is nothing that terrible civilizations can't do.” Vashtor looked down Said calmly.

  Compared to the battle of civilizations, today's galaxy is nothing more than a small fight in a remote corner.

"It's really amazing, take me to find that artifact." Abaddon saw this magnificent building, and believed in Vashtor's words. Only this powerful civilization that can transform the universe at will can Left behind weapons capable of fighting Yogg-Sothoth. "I can't wait to get that artifact and return to the galaxy to let them know that the Marauder will not be defeated by them."

  ps: It's hard to update so early, and I still have to go to a party, otherwise I will have to be tough.

   Come back tonight and continue to update when you are free

  (end of this chapter)

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