Chapter 163

Angels also have secrets, Mephiston thought.

He walked in the secret dungeon, holding a raging torch high in his hand, and stepped into the deeper part of the secret dungeon.

Water droplets fell from the arched ceiling, causing a burst of pale steam to rise on the swaying torch.

Mephiston watched this scene quietly; Baal was as dry as ashes, and this liquid might have come from other time and space.

Even the Blood Angels themselves didn't know who built the secret dungeon.

This ancient underground building is the oldest part of the Angel Fortress; some even believe that these secret tunnels existed long before the Angel Fortress was built.

These tunnels have many strange characteristics; once a curious Librarian dug a hole in the desert where these tunnels should have been, but in the end, only found a pile of sand and didn't find the tunnels at all.

Mephiston could be sure that this dungeon was full of powerful psychic power; it resonated with Warp products, enhancing the power of the Librarians.

But the true use of this dungeon was to contain the most dangerous Chapter relics.

Ancient technology left over from the Age of Strife, the remains of Necron Overlords imprisoned in stasis fields, the remains of blasphemous xenos, many cursed weapons, flags left by the fallen... many things and things worse than them were buried in the depths of this dungeon.

What Mephiston was looking for was one of the most blasphemous and dangerous things among them.

He passed through the capillary-like passages and came before a heavy door; before he could take action, the rough and heavy iron door opened by itself.

The buzzing sound of machinery rang out, and a square figure appeared behind the door.

That was a Librarian Dreadnought, an ancient warrior who had died.

"Nice to meet you, Mephiston." The mechanical synthetic sound rang out; the Dreadnought seemed to be looking at Mephiston: "You haven't been here for a long time."

"Lord Malest." Mephiston nodded gently to this Librarian Dreadnought; this ancient warrior had also been a Chief Librarian, and his age was even older than Dante's.

Now, he is the guardian of the Chapter's secrets and this dark dungeon, preserving the most terrifying things of the entire Chapter.

"I had hoped that I would never encounter a situation where I needed to come here." Mephiston shook his head.

"Are you here to see the scrolls? Hoping to obtain new knowledge from the prophecies of our Lord?" The Dreadnought asked.

Sanguinius Scrolls, those scrolls recorded the prophecies Sanguinius saw while alive.

But Mephiston knew that what he wanted was not in that prophecy book.

"No." Mephiston put down the extinguished torch and said: "I want to go deeper."

There were lamps lit here because the energy of the star Adalia was transmitted here remotely to restrain those terrifying things.

"You need knowledge; are you visiting the Eight-Faced Monster?" The Dreadnought's body buzzed.

Mephiston nodded slightly, and the Dreadnought made way for him.

"Your status is the key; you have the right to enter any cell." This ancient Librarian Dreadnought said: "But be careful, don't bring the darkness here out."

Mephiston reached out to salute the Dreadnought, and then stepped into a cell in the deeper part...

The creature imprisoned in the cell was not human.

That was a xenos creature with six limbs, loose skin, and weird ribs clearly visible.

This xenos slowly raised its eight heads; those were eight small and strange faces, each face had six eyes, the mouth was a slender tube, and poisonous tentacles were curled within it.

Eight-Faced Monster, this blasphemous xenos hadn't eaten for three thousand years; it should have died long ago, but it didn't.

Librarians three thousand years ago had tried to kill it, but all failed without exception.

Chaos power twisted it, Mephiston thought.

This xenos was from some kind of psychic race, contacted the great power in the High Heaven, and was therefore twisted forever.

It once bewitched the residents on three Imperial worlds to fall, and the Blood Angels paid a painful price before imprisoning it here.

Mephiston made a gesture, tearing a tiny opening in the psychic veil that sealed its mind.

Complex and blasphemous thoughts suddenly surged toward Mephiston; it seemed to know Mephiston's identity in an instant.

Its multiple eyes flickered as they looked at Mephiston; the two communicated on a psychic level.

"I preached the truth of the material universe to your people, showed them the great power of the Warp, and you just slaughtered and enslaved them."

The Eight-Faced Monster lowered its head and spoke to Mephiston in a seductive voice:

"You call me the Eight-Faced Monster, but you are the real monster; you crave the blood of your own kind, I can see it."

"I also know where this gift comes from, know how to undo or strengthen it, Black Angel... Do you want to know?"

Mephiston ignored the Eight-Faced Monster's words; he accumulated power silently.

"A deep darkness is approaching Baal, the blank of the soul sea, the Eternal Dragon, the endless hunger has come."

The Eight-Faced Monster's eyes continued to flicker with light, tempting Mephiston: "Tyranid Hive Fleet, you chose a more inferior name to call him; I prefer to call him the Great Devourer."

Mephiston still remained unmoved; psychic flames gradually burned in his eyes.

"The non-living being Ka'Bandha is about to descend." The Eight-Faced Monster continued to say: "He wants to use your skulls to slash, merge your souls into the Blood God's domain, and let you destroy the Empire you pretend to love with your own hands."

"I can help you, release me." The Eight-Faced Monster's voice became more and more seductive: "I will assist you with the power of the Dark Lords."

"Black Angel, you——————" Before the Eight-Faced Monster's voice fell, it felt a terrifying power pour into its brain, trying to tame its spirit.

Mephiston raised his arm high, and scorching psychic flames burned in his eyes.

He was in no mood to listen to this blasphemous xenos's riddles and seduction; he wanted to use his own consciousness to utilize its power.

When it was powerful, it was a precise and terrifying prophet, had an extremely solid connection with the High Heaven, and there was much forbidden knowledge in its mind. Mephiston wanted to tame it like taming a wild horse.

The Eight-Faced Monster let out a sharp scream; in each of its eyes flickered the blasphemous radiance of the Chaos domain and the possibilities within it.

Mephiston's eyes also reflected billions of complex and chaotic scenes.

He quickly found the Lictors he needed from among them; a Lictor was standing on the desert, and Genestealers were kneeling toward it... found one.

Mephiston thought flatly, and then began to search for the more forbidden knowledge from the Eight-Faced Monster's mind...

Some names began to appear before Mephiston; those names were complex and chaotic, and Mephiston used great power to organize them into readable text... that was knowledge about the eight domains of the Warp.

Mephiston didn't dare to look at the occupied positions, but looked at the four empty positions.

!. Read

Greed, Dissolution, Eternal Dragon, Great Devourer, Outsider... Dora...

Vicious Craftsmanship... Machine God Vashtorr... Void Doraemon...

Doraemon? Mephiston was slightly stunned; sure enough, sure enough, it was the "Saint" worshiped by the residents of the Underworld system.

He was one of the candidates for that Warp position, but what Mephiston didn't expect was that He was occupying two Warp domains.

Suddenly, Mephiston saw what he didn't want to see from the countless knowledge...

Erosion, Destruction, King of Darkness, Emperor...

The Eight-Faced Monster deliberately sent this information before Mephiston.

"What?!" Mephiston let out an exclamation of disbelief.

The Eight-Faced Monster immediately let out a playful wild laugh; he seemed to be mocking Mephiston's ignorance, and then grabbed the moment Mephiston was stunned, roaring and pressing its psychic power back onto Mephiston.

Mephiston couldn't handle it for a moment.

"Yes! He is also one! That cursed one!"

The Eight-Faced Monster screamed:

"He is also one of them, will destroy all of you, He will make you suffer forever, this is the inevitable ending, this is the truth!"

"He is the only candidate for that position, He is almost already in that position, as long as He wants, as long as He stands up, He can————hmm?"

The Eight-Faced Monster was also stunned abruptly.

After the positions of Erosion, Destruction, and King of Darkness, another name appeared.

Erosion, Destruction, King of Darkness, Emperor, Doraemon...

"Who is Doraemon?" The Eight-Faced Monster almost blurted out.

Mephiston could feel the Eight-Faced Monster searching for information about "Doraemon" in the Warp.

On Baal II, Zhou Yun stood outside that small church.

That small church was one of the few buildings in the town that could be called tidy; large blocks of bricks and stones built its outer wall, and the front wall was carved with many complicated stone carvings.

Some of the stone carvings were Doraemon's round image, and some were Zhou Yun's deeds in Ashford wearing the faces of Leman Russ, Guilliman, or Sanguinius.

Zhou Yun's face twitched slightly, especially when he saw the stone carving with Leman Russ's face.

If the Dark Angels saw these things, it would definitely be very exciting.

"What's wrong? Brother Huang Daxiong?" Danton looked at Zhou Yun stunned outside the church door and could not help but ask.

Zhou Yun shook his head, signaling that he was fine.

He and Danton then stepped into the church, passed through the simple archway, and entered the prayer hall. The prayer hall had no windows, the radiance of Baal's scarlet sun could not be projected in, only lamps swaying with promethium burst out with blue and red interwoven light, illuminating the entire prayer hall.

Under the promethium lamps were rows of long chairs made of metal, facing the arched holy platform in front. A Doraemon statue more than two meters tall was worshiped on the holy platform.

That statue had one hand raised high with gears and machinery, and the other hand seemed to be dragging something into its pocket.

The church was now crowded with people, but Zhou Yun and Danton still found empty seats and sat down, waiting for the arrival of that Bishop.

"Who is Doraemon?"

While Zhou Yun was waiting, a strange and slight sound suddenly rang in his ears, like a mosquito buzzing.

"Your father." Zhou Yun answered instinctively, and then swung his hand toward the direction the sound came from.

Bang!!!

Mephiston looked blankly at the eight heads of the Eight-Faced Monster exploding at the same time, and blasphemous xenos blood splashed all over the floor.

And he only saw a hazy blue figure flash across the Warp.

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