Chapter 652

Vashtorr activated the most basic function of Long Linxing, attempting to tear through time and space to throw these Imperial troops directly to the edge of the galaxy.

But just as the orange-red light seeping from Long Linxing enveloped the Imperial troops, the Dark Watchers following Lion El'Jonson slightly raised their heads beneath their hoods.

These Dark Watchers spat out a few unknown words, and those orange-red rays were instantly suppressed.

Vashtorr watched this scene, his furnace-like eyes flickering back and forth a few times. He glanced at the child's corpse beside him.

The back of that child's corpse was filled with pipes, connected to the massive equipment behind it.

It was the very corpse that the former Tuchulcha Engine used to communicate with the outside world. Now that the Tuchulcha Engine, the Plague Heart, and the Ouroboros had fused into one to become Long Linxing, this corpse naturally became the medium for Long Linxing to communicate with Vashtorr.

That child's corpse looked at the two Dark Watchers following Lion El'Jonson.

"They are the jailers of the Ouroboros, or one could say our jailers. They are the existence left behind by the 'Evangelical' Old Ones to watch over us," the child's corpse said lightly.

A hum sounded from within Vashtorr's body. He stared at the child's corpse.

The three Old One artifacts had always kept a certain degree of concealment from him...

"In this current state, shouldn't we exchange information more sincerely?" Vashtorr asked. "At least tell me, what exactly are those little things in robes, and what exactly happened between the Old Ones back then?"

The child's corpse turned its head and smiled slightly: "I can share some information."

"You should know what happened back then. A smaller portion of the Old Ones were driven mad by the endless War in Heaven."

"The pressure of the C'tan, the destruction that was bound to come, the increasingly extreme Warp, and the dark future they saw in prophecies crushed their spirits, leading them to conclude that this universe was beyond saving."

"Since that was the case, why not burn everything before them to the ground, let the stars be buried with them, let all things vanish from the world, and let their enemies march toward destruction with them? Some even hoped to rebuild a new world on the ruins of the universe after everything was destroyed. Among the Old Ones, they were called the Black Descent faction, and the 'Weapon' was exactly what they created for this purpose."

"In contrast to them, the vast majority of the Old Ones were called the Evangelical faction. They believed that even if their civilization was bound to perish, they should consider the welfare of other races in the future, believing that this universe still had hope and should not be burned to the ground, not to mention that whether the world could be rebuilt after everything was destroyed was unknown."

"In the end, the two sides erupted into civil war within the Old Ones' fortress. The Evangelical faction destroyed the Black Descent faction, but failed to destroy the 'Weapon'... and failed to destroy us, who were necessary to open the Weapon. Even we, except for the Ouroboros, escaped."

"We are the tools to open the path to the 'Weapon', the locks of the Old One treasury, and also the keys to open the locks."

Saying this, the child's corpse turned its head and looked at Vashtorr, a pair of eyes flickering with psyker light blinking a few times:

"We are all necessary conditions for the reappearance of the 'Weapon'. We instinctively yearn for reunion, to let the 'Weapon' reappear in the world, and we are also things that can only be shattered but not destroyed."

"Thus, the Old Ones created those Dark Watchers to watch over the Ouroboros... or what humans call Caliban."

"It's just that the hand of fate is unfathomable. Caliban was inexplicably shattered, which instead allowed the Ouroboros to escape the jailers' control."

"But the Dark Watchers, these jailers, have after all watched over the Ouroboros for ten million years and mastered part of the Ouroboros's permissions. Unless they directly release attacks that harm Long Linxing itself, you cannot teleport them away."

Speaking to this point, a sarcastic smile flashed across the child's mouth: "Let me share something interesting with you. Some of the research by the Black Descent faction and the Evangelical faction back then still influences you today."

"The research records of the Black Descent faction on the 'Weapon' back then were not destroyed and fell to a certain extent into the hands of other forces in the galaxy. As the three artifacts, we fell into your hands, and another part fell into the hands of the Void Dragon, catalyzing the birth of the Omnissiah Mechanicus, while another part went around and fell into the hands of humans, catalyzing certain technologies of the Golden Throne and the Dragon Kingdoms."

"Now, the struggle between Saint Doraemon and you can also be seen as a continuation of the conflict between the Evangelical and Black Descent factions of the past."

Vashtorr frowned slightly at the child's corpse's statement: "I have no intention of destroying this world; I only want to see the internal structure of the world."

The child's corpse only smiled.

Vashtorr could vaguely feel that the child's corpse was hiding something from him, but for some reason, although the thoughts in his brain were spinning rapidly, they were always going in circles, making him unable to think it through no matter what.

But Lion's offensive was fierce, pressing straight toward Vashtorr's location. The daemon engines Vashtorr sent out and the daemons he enslaved in violation of the agreement had no way to block it.

It was necessary that Vashtorr looked at Perturabo, who was standing in the shadows, staring at him silently.

"I need your help, friend," Vashtorr bowed and saluted Perturabo.

". Fool, where is your logic and reason? Can't you see what that corpse is hiding from you?"

Perturabo roared with some urgency in his tone:

"I increasingly feel now that the so-called Old One 'Weapon' is not reliable at all!"

"Friend, have you studied the history of human technology?" Vashtorr asked cordially: "Sometimes the history of a civilization's technology is more worthy of attention than the civilization's technology itself."

"Do you know what the two most important virtues in human technological history are?" the Lord of the Soul Forge asked.

"Reason and logic?" Perturabo asked.

"Persistence and high spirits," Vashtorr answered with a smile: "We always use reason to describe truth, but the process of exploring truth often requires a bit of irrational persistence."

"My intuition tells me that truth is beckoning to me. Even if there are risks, I must try."

"Even if I am at the moment before death, for the sake of truth, this is precisely the moment I should be in high spirits; how can I retreat?"

"Help me, friend."

"Since you've said so..." Perturabo stopped speaking and turned, disappearing before Vashtorr.