amaotonovel Chapter 342 Valoris's Dream
Chapter 342 Valoris's Dream
Chapter 342 Valoris's Dream
I walked in a seemingly endless corridor. Faint light shone through the tall windows and passed through the countless battle flags hanging on the arches, carving a piece of flowing silver in the deep environment.
This is the deepest part of the Imperial Palace, the most sacred place in Terra.
I am Trajann Valoris, a servant of the Lord of Mankind, a watcher of the Emperor's throne, and the seventeenth Commander of the Guards after Andros Longstrider, leading a group of ten thousand men who are willing to dedicate everything to the Lord of Mankind.
The "Watcher's Axe" crackled in my palm, and slender lines of energy gathered and flowed on the blade, as if it also sensed the unrest in my heart... perhaps it should be called "excitement".
I'm heading to the throne.
Every world in the Imperium used the word "Throne" as a curse, a blessing, an oath, or simply as a preposition; imagined the throne itself to be a golden chair, such as a king of a barbarian world would sit in; the Lord of Mankind sat on the throne overlooking the Milky Way, surrounded by the treasures of the Milky Way, and perhaps courtiers walked on the fine floor, whispering to each other about state affairs...
Although I cannot blame them for their lack of imagination, or for having such vulgar imagination, because in these darkest and most difficult times, only the devout faith under the guidance of the priests can strengthen their thoughts and determination.
But they were still so wrong.
Other figures appeared in the corridor ahead. They stood in the darkness, as if they had merged with the shadows, and it seemed that they had been waiting for a long time.
I nodded to them. Unlike most of the Custodians who wore mica-gold armor, the armor they wore was dyed a pitch-black color, deeper than the surrounding darkness.
From the shadowy jailers who guard the holding cells deep beneath the Imperial Palace;
And the team leader and commander is the current Sealed Warden Bertha Tusk, a serious and formidable warrior who is fearless and possesses an undiminished vigilance like adamantium.
Only such warriors can guard and suppress the countless evil spirits imprisoned in the dark prison, as well as the various dangerous treasures and heritage from the dark technological age.
We exchanged simple greetings to show respect, and then moved forward together with simple exchanges. I noticed the metal rectangular boxes carried by the shadow prison officers in pairs. The metal that made it was mysterious and deep. I didn't know what material it was, but it was undoubtedly from the darkest prison under our feet.
Our group began to move towards the throne in silence - but not to meet the throne itself.
What brings us together here and makes our hearts no longer calm is dreams.
Dreams are different for us. The long transformation and training of becoming a royal guard has changed some of our thinking, resulting in various mundane mental states produced in dreams being replaced by new thoughts.
But there are exceptions, in pious and careful discussions, it is said that long ago, His will appeared to us in the form of dreams, imparting knowledge and guiding us in obscure language;
In the most secret records of knowledge buried within the palace - those detailed testimonies written by the oldest and greatest elders among us, such as Derrick Xian, Xanatha, and even Constantine Valdor, the "Spear of the Emperor" himself, all had dreams of being taught knowledge.
Dreams are the form in which His will is communicated to us today. But for thousands of years, no one has dreamed, and many, including me, began to doubt their reality - until a few Terran days ago.
That boy - although I was not like the elders like Waldo and Derrick who had served Him when He was still walking on earth, witnessed His dignity and listened to His voice... but I immediately realized that the boy was the embodiment of His will.
The words spoken from His mouth were not as obscure and difficult to understand as those recorded in some knowledge records, which required great effort and wisdom to carefully interpret. Instead, He told me concisely and clearly the secrets that were more hidden in the past and that the "Seal Bearer" had not been able to leave behind in words, and He also told me some things that I should do.
Including meeting Him as He is now.
Before this dream happened, the "Time Shackles" - the mysterious creation hanging on my belt gave me a premonition that I would communicate with the will of the Lord of Humanity at some point in the future;
This "Time Shackle" comes from the Dark Technological Era of Old Terra. In addition to possessing the magical power to affect time, it can also give me some foresight about future events. The most important and strongest foresight came from three Terra years ago. I had a premonition that one of His loyal descendants would return at some point in the future. For this reason, I reformed and prepared for war in advance the Adeptus Adeptus Custodes, which was still under the conservative influence of the fifteenth commander, Galahot. At the same time, I also began to send teams to summon the lost sisters of silence to prepare for possible changes in the future.
But the previous prophecy has not yet been fulfilled, and another prophecy came and was fulfilled right after it... Maybe it is really His will?
In any case, I must be careful. Even as powerful as we are, we may still be framed by conspiracies and intrigues. My predecessor, Andros Longsdre, was lured into a trap and sacrificed by the abominable Corrupted.
……
Besides me, there were other warriors, including the sleepless Shadow Jailers and their warden, who all dreamed of the boy and his narration, but the latter seemed more alert.
Perhaps I should meet Him on the throne and ask Him for confirmation... But the secret He told me in the dream was that in the final siege of Terra by Horus, He cut off all of His precious human qualities, including hope, loyalty, and compassion, these fragile but vital virtues, and threw them into the vast ocean of the Most High, just to move towards the final decisive battle without mercy or hesitation.
What is talking to us is one or a collection of several fragments of human qualities.
We gathered together to discuss the matter piously and solemnly, and finally decided to go according to His revelation in the dream - since it was an order from Him, there was no way we could refuse to carry it out.
……
The throne was not a single thing, its structure extending like the roots of a tree throughout the Inner Court, creeping up to the highest peaks and winding down to the forbidden prisons; its coils of energy were the size of a city, the mountains reshaped to accommodate its foundations, like a newborn organ of this ancient planet, to which all of Terra supplied a constant, unceasing blood flow.
Our team walked through halls and vaults, passing through doors that required strict identity checks; after passing the last door that was eternally guarded by a Gratus-type Contemptuous, we changed direction and continued along the path that He had shown me in my dream.
Six minutes and forty-seven seconds later, we reached the end of the passage, and the cold wall blocked our way.
This was what we had expected. Although the palace itself was the size of a continent, we all knew perfectly the winding paths of its inner courts, especially the entire area where the throne room was located.
The Warden of the Seals, Bersa Tusk, silently took out an old, rusty metal arrow. The moment he took it out, the arrow had an inexplicable connection with an inconspicuous groove on the wall. Various symbols lit up on the wall, including a striking lightning mark from the Emperor himself. I have seen such a mark in the Starry Sky Gate in the throne room.
A new mysterious portal appeared on the wall, which we could pass through. I could sense that Bossa was a little surprised. It was obvious that the instructions he gave us in the dream were different, such as opening this hidden portal, or taking out some mysterious heritage or technology from the dark prison and putting it in the long black gold box carried by the shadow jailers.
We did not immediately inform the Mechanicus saints who maintain the throne area of the abnormality here. These red-robed priests obsessed with technology are likely to think that this is a revelation from Om Messiah, thus affecting our subsequent progress.
We stepped into the portal in silence and continued along this unknown passage hidden behind the wall. I walked at the front of the team. The energy field of the Watcher's Axe had been activated to deal with any possible attacks.
Finally, we came to a huge room at the end of the passage. The most eye-catching thing was a round machine that looked like a portal and was located in the center of the room. There were ancient Gothic characters engraved on the metal surface.
"The door to the unknown or hope"
I looked at Tusk, expecting him to make the next move, such as taking out something to activate the portal... but he just stood there silently.
The next moment, electricity flashed through the air, crackling and briefly dispelling the darkness in the room. Then there was a more obvious sound of machinery operating, as if it had sensed our presence and the room activated itself.
I saw the power lines and pipes on the top of the room. I had previously described Terra as a body that supplied blood to the throne's organs, so the pipes that could be seen everywhere in the throne area were thick blood vessels. A golden mist flowed out of the pipes, completely illuminating the room.
Is it His psychic power? I have been to the throne room, and have actually seen Him as He remained forever suspended between life and death on that horrible machine called the throne, and have seen those brilliant, sticky, golden psychic fires that flickered with heat.
This golden mist is somewhat similar... but also very different. I cannot yet understand the difference between them.
But I saw the circular portal in the center of the room was activated, and more symbols lit up on its surface. The dangerous power from the High Heaven surged out at the first moment, so that we reacted within a few microseconds and wanted to draw our weapons to destroy it - but it was immediately covered by the dense golden mist... Or rather, it blocked the dangerous aura of the High Heaven, making it look safer...
And the unknown.
Just like its name: the door to the unknown or hope.
“Go through that door and see me,” He said to me in a dream.
I stopped the Shadow Warden who wanted to enter the portal to investigate the situation first, and I grabbed the Watcher's Axe and stepped into the mysterious portal.
Unlike the teleportation technology used for boarding and decapitation operations, the moment I stepped into the portal, I felt like I was thrown directly from the spaceship into the subspace. Countless malice from the subspace came like a tide and wanted to swallow me up -
But the next second, the sacred golden mist separated me from those malicious intentions, and I personally felt that this powerful protection came from His will.
But my body still had a sense of emptiness as if it was floating in space, until I felt my feet touching the ground again, and the myriad stars that had seemed a little upside down in my mind were engraved on the dome above my head, and I realized that I had left the palace of Terra... and came to another world... or even another universe.
"Hello, Valoris. I'm glad you're here."
I heard someone talking to me, and I looked towards the source of the voice. I saw the boy who had stroked my shoulder armor in my dream. He was sitting on a bronze throne. There was no ugly and complicated structure like a mechanical clam shell, no psychic fire waves that seemed to be able to burn the soul, only a calm golden mist that made people feel sacred and at ease.
He looked at me very calmly, his eyes reflecting the birth and death of stars.
It's Him.
It is His will.
My body trembled slightly. I was not like the elders like Waldo and Derrick who had served Him when He was still walking on earth, had seen His face and heard His voice... But I knew it was Him, as if the blood in the deepest part of my body told me, just as He created us one by one and passed us down ten thousand years ago.
"My lord."
I immediately went over and saluted Him with the most ancient and faithful courtesy of the Custodians, and tears welled up in my eyes.
(End of this chapter)