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Chapter 155: The Lord of Change: Gah! !
Scene after scene appeared before Mephiston's eyes.
The information in these scenes is so complex and full of incomprehensible meanings that even if Mephiston saw some of them, he would forget them after a moment.
In the end, Mephiston only saw the burning black stone flames falling to the earth, and then the stars fell apart, everything disintegrated and tore apart, the sky intertwined with red, purple, blue and green swallowed the stars, and everything became dark.
Only a metallic blue figure gradually rose up, and the waves in the sky caused a surge.
Mephiston roared in agony. He could feel everything sinking into the turbulent ocean of the Warp, and he was sinking into it too.

"Nice to meet you, Lord of Death."

A silver mask suddenly appeared in front of Mephiston. It was a slender figure, and a musical female voice came from the mask.

"I bring you the enlightenment of Inijed, the god of death and lord of souls."

The will of the alien witch, the Eldar, was pouring into Mephiston's brain. Those scenes were seen by Mephiston in the turbulent waves of the High Heaven under her guidance.

Aeneid Mephiston, the god of death and soul, knows this name. It is the god of death of the Eldar.

In the infinite soul circuit of the Eldar, a new existence was born from the power of the former God King Asuryan and the pure soul of the Eldar. It is the God of Death.
The Eldar prophets believed that when almost all of the Eldar were dead, the Aeneid would be truly born and would utterly destroy the Eldar's enemy, Slaanesh.

This Eldar witch is His apostle.

"Alien!!!" Mephiston roared angrily, scolding the blasphemous alien that had sneaked into her consciousness.

However, before Mephiston could speak, he heard the sound of horse hooves suddenly ringing in the warp.
The Eldar witch's body trembled with fear, and she shouted in panic: "No, I'm not here for blood——————"

A sharp saber cut through the dream,
The eagles cried, the horses neighed, the hunters laughed,

The head of the Eldar witch flew into the sky, blood gushing out
"You son of a bitch, you're just talking nonsense and telling riddles." A voice of laughter and scolding came from in front of Mephiston.

The language was Low Gothic with unique words, and Mephiston knew that this language was a remnant of the culture of the Eastern Dragon Kingdom of Terra.

A prairie rider appeared at some point, riding on his horse and looking down at Mephiston.

The rider had eagle eyes, looking down at Mephiston.

Mephiston felt that everything about him was seen through by those eyes, and he was completely exposed to the hunter's eagle eyes.

“Lord of Death?” The rider laughed as if mocking. “There are many contenders for that name, lad of Sanguinius.”

"You have some power, but you are still the weakest among them."

Mephiston's pupils trembled slightly, and he realized who the prairie rider standing in front of him was.

"Are you..."

"Boy, you are the chief think tank of the Blood Angels!" The grassland rider sneered: "If you don't recognize me, then I should suggest that Sanguinius find an Ogryn to replace you!"

"I bring you revelations from the roads of heaven."

The grassland rider jokingly imitated the tone of the Eldar and said:
"The spies of the Zerg will infiltrate Baal, you must be careful of it."

"Kabanha is trying to enter the material universe. You have gathered too much of it, and it is salivating."

"Abaddon is completing his Thirteen Black Crusades. The Black Stone will fall and the rift will open."

"My brothers will return one after another, Guilliman and your father. Guess who will be the first to suffer?"

"The God of Death, the God of All Machines, and another unknown candidate have arrived at the Bal Star Star. You have to make a choice, support him or oppose him?"

"Oh, my father's power is also gradually becoming stronger, but I don't know whether it is good or bad."

The straightforward and clear message was delivered by the prairie rider, and Mephiston was stunned.
He often gained enlightenment and prophecies from the warp, but most of them were mixed in illusions and riddles and were difficult to distinguish.

This was the first time Mephiston had heard something as straightforward and unpretentious as the Prairie Rider.
Is this still the subspace? ? So clear and organized? ?
But even so, Mephiston felt a little overwhelmed for a moment.

Will spies of the Swarm infiltrate Baal?

Cabanha is coming?
Is it possible that Cardia will fall?
The Primarchs are about to return, and both Sanguinius and Guilliman could be the first?
The God of Death, the God of All Machines, and another candidate for an unknown position have arrived at the Three Stars of Baal, and the Blood Angels must make a choice?

The Emperor's power is growing, but that may not be a good thing?

Mephiston felt a little overwhelmed for a moment.

Of all the things the prairie rider mentioned, the insect swarm was the least important.

Even Cabanha is second to none.

Several other things were too shocking to Mephiston's cognition.

"grown ups!"

Mephiston couldn't help but ask, even though he knew it was extremely dangerous to ask such questions in the subspace.
But if he could bring back the Gene Father and allow the Blood Angels to make the right choice next, he had to take the risk:
"How can we make my father return? Who is the candidate? Is he a human? Why is it not necessarily a good thing for the Emperor to be powerful?"

The prairie rider's eagle eyes stared at Mephiston. Those eyes seemed to be able to see through the essence of most things in the world.
But the rider spoke.
"How should I know? How could I know so much?"

The prairie rider snorted and patted his horse.
The horse raised its hoof high, and before Mephiston could react, the hoof stomped hard on Mephiston's face. "Sir!!!" Mephiston exclaimed: "Khan!!"

He stood up suddenly, and the scarlet psychic power surged towards the sarcophagus lid.

The lid of the ivory sarcophagus broke into two pieces, hit the far wall, and then slid diagonally into the coffin of a dead chief think tank.
The pneumatic closing device flickered, the hibernation monitor inserted into the black shell was torn off, and blood gushed out of the tube.

"BLOOD OF SANGUINIAS!!!"

Mephiston couldn't help but exclaimed, gasping for breath. He recalled the scene he had just seen in his dream, and after hesitating for a while, he whispered:
"The Eagle of Chogris is also above."

He knew of a legendary being that offered aid to the Blood Angels.

A rumbling noise was heard from outside the Tomb of Malephis.
Apparently the noise made by Mephiston was heard by other members of the Blood Angels Librarians and the defenders.
The sound of them coming down the stairs reached Mephiston's ears, the sound was panicked but useless.

Obviously, they are ready.

Whether it's helping Mephiston or controlling an out-of-control monster,

The door of Malephis' tomb was thrown open,

The messenger Gaius Lacellus, the second in the think tank, led the fully armed warriors to the tomb of Malephis.

They had obviously prepared for the worst, and their tense bodies revealed their fear, tension and determination.

Even Mephiston himself was terrified of the devastation that could be caused by an out-of-control Mephiston.

"Mephiston!" Gaius Lacellus pointed the grenade launcher at Mephiston's head. He knew it would be useless. "Is that my friend Mephiston standing there, or a cursed monster?"

Gaius Rasselus is one of the few Blood Angels who has a friendship with Mephiston, while the others are more afraid and wary of Mephiston.

"It's me." Mephiston tried to make his voice sound calm. "I'm not lost yet."

"By the Holy Blood." Gaius Lacellus breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks to the Emperor and Sanguinius, I am almost ready to die."

"What's wrong with you? What's going on?" Mephiston's friend couldn't help but ask.

Gaius Lascelles asked, his eyes fixed on the ivory board inserted diagonally into the coffin of a certain generation of chief think tank.

".I have received a revelation." Mephiston said, choosing his words carefully: "I need to see Commander Dante."

In Angel Landing Town, in the back room of the Blood Scorpion Tavern, Zhou Yun looked at the right and wrong fortune-telling machine in front of him and asked again:
"I want to get a map that can be used for the Anywhere Door to go to Baal Prime. I should go to the east of Angel's Landing Town."

A blue cross flew up from the table, indicating that what Zhou Yun said was wrong.

We shouldn't go east. Zhou Yun continued without hesitation:
"I want to get a map that can be used for the Anywhere Door to go to Baal Prime. I should go to the west of Angel's Landing Town."

The blue crosses flew up again.

"I want to get a map that can be used for the Anywhere Door to go to Baal Prime. I should go to the north of Angel's Landing Town."

It was still a cross, but Zhou Yun smiled:

"I will go to the south of Angel's Landing Town today and get a map that can be used for the Anywhere Door to go to the main star of Baal."

As expected, what flew up this time was a red circle, which meant that what Zhou Yun said was correct.

In order to obtain a map that can lead to the main star of Baal, Zhou Yun should go to the south of Angel Landing Town, where Zhou Yun will find an opportunity.

Although I don't know the reason, and I don't know what I will encounter there,
But since the right and wrong divination machine judged it as right, Zhou Yun only needed to go to the south of Angel Landing Town to get a map to the main star of Baal.

Zhou Yun glanced at the few chances left in the right and wrong divination machine, touched his chin and continued:

"I will not come to any serious harm of any kind until I have a map to Baal Prime."

The red ring jumped up from the table, and Zhou Yun smiled.

That's how it happened.

He stood up, walked out of the tavern, and headed south of Angels Landing.

Zhou Yun didn't notice at all that at this moment, a wave of anger was rising in the subspace.
"Gah!!!!" The Lord of All Changes let out a sharp explosion.

　I recommend this book. The author of "People in the Sandbox, Good at Hugging Thighs" is an old author. This book is also quite good. It is a rare sandbox novel. His writing style is a little discouraging, but the control of the plot and rhythm is excellent. After reading the beginning, the rest is pretty good.

　　
　
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