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Chapter 660 From Beginning to End, That Weapon Was My Own
Ryan Al Johnson moved like a wild beast through the forest, swiftly traversing the steel jungle.
The outer shell of Longlin Star is Caliban itself, only the dense forests have been replaced by steel jungles, the mountains by flesh-and-blood factories, and the streams by energy pipelines, but the terrain itself remains unchanged.

On Dragonlin Star, Ryan felt like a fish returning to the icy stream that had nurtured him; every protrusion, every rock, every pebble in the stream was etched in his memory.
He was practically toying with Perturabo in their fight. Perturabo dared not use the large mask's ranged firepower for fear of harming the unfinished female robot on Ryan's shield, and could only drag his massive body as he chased after Ryan.
However, he was, after all, a massive creature and not known for his speed and reflexes, so he couldn't catch up with Ryan or keep up with his reactions. Occasionally, when he found an opportunity to attack, Ryan would raise his shield before he could reach him, blocking the unfinished female robot in front of him.

This back-and-forth struggle caused Peturabo to become increasingly agitated.

That's exactly the effect Ryan was aiming for.

The First Primarch moved, stepping into the gloomy forest and disappearing into the steel jungle.

Then, in the blink of an eye, he appeared beside Perturabo, brandishing his shield and charging directly at Perturabo's body.

Upon seeing this, Peturabo muttered a curse under his breath.

His body was far too hard and sturdy; if his "sister's" half-finished mechanical body were to collide with it, it would probably disintegrate instantly.
Peturabo barely hesitated before quickly connecting with Longlin Star using his mind, attempting to use Longlin Star's ability to tear through time and space to complete a transfer.
but.
The moment Peturabo's will connected with Longlinxing, he sensed something was wrong.

The interior of Longlin Star was in complete chaos.

Ouroboros, or rather the entire Caliban, is disintegrating and collapsing from within.
The heart of plague has ignited itself, unleashing terrifying energy in all directions.

The Tuchucha engine shone brightly, like a star about to explode.

The three ancient divine artifacts were all overloaded at this moment and were on the verge of exploding.

Peturabo's attempt to mobilize the power of Longlin Star also failed.
Inside Dragon Forest Star, the will of the three ancient sacred artifacts was slightly connected to him, but all that was transmitted was a sentence left behind by Vashtor.

“My friend, I owe you a great debt.”

"If it happens in the future, I will repay it."

"This is not a contract; it's just a promise I don't know if I can keep."

Vashtor
Peturabo's extraordinary intellect quickly made him realize what Vashtor was trying to do.
He abandoned Dragon Forest Star, abandoned the realm of vicious arts, abandoned Peturabo, and even used most of the power within his body to accelerate the movement of Dragon Forest Star.

Vashtor abandoned almost everything, entering the Ancient Sacred Treasury—his own prison—with only a shell of a body. To prevent Zhou Yun from entering, he even broke the Dragon Forest Star, which served as the key.
So weak was he that even if he became a god, he would inevitably be imprisoned within it for a long time.

"asshole!"

Peturabo cursed, unable to explain his own anger.
But he had no time to think about that now; Ryan was already charging forward with his shield.

Perturabo cursed, and the layers of steel armor protecting his body began to disintegrate and split apart, like a steel flower blooming as Ryan's shield fell.

Finally, Perturabo's body was exposed to the sweltering air, to Ryan's shield, and to the unfinished female robot.
The arm of the unfinished female robot drooped involuntarily due to gravity, reaching towards Peturabo's body.
Perturabo raised his head, which was pierced by steel cables, and looked up at the female robot's face with his always gloomy and unpleasant eyes.

That face... it was meticulously sculpted by Peturabo, exactly like the real Kalifen.
Those hands, one mechanical, the other covered in bionic skin, gently cupped Peturabo's face.

Perturabo's outstretched hand, ready to snatch his "sister's" hand from Ryan's shield, suddenly froze.

Those eyes, those beautiful black pupils, suddenly brightened.

“Ape”.

"You are the smartest fool in the world."

Have you learned how to love others?

Kaliphant parted her lips slightly and spoke softly to Peturabo.

Peturabo felt dizzy; he seemed to have become that all-knowing boy again, that boy born with knowledge, that natural-born sage, whom everyone called a genius and who longed to exploit his talent.

Only one person, a woman, a frail woman who clearly knew nothing, would gently reach out and stroke his cheek, saying to him, "Apei, you big fool."

Only she, only she, would call herself a fool.
Just then, the shield moved away, and the eyes of the unfinished mechanical woman on the shield instantly lost their luster, as if everything that had just happened was merely a hallucination created by Perturabo.

The sword, named Loyalty, thrust out from behind the shield with unstoppable force, piercing straight into Perturab's brow and penetrating his brain.
The Iron Lord slightly opened his mouth, uttering a few fragmented words before collapsing. His body, composed of warp energy, slowly dissipated into the air and vanished without a trace.

The massive metal armor he had manipulated to form from subspace energy disintegrated and turned into a small hill made of steel.

Ryan drew his sword. He had also noticed something strange. Why didn't Perturabo use the power of Dragon Forest Star to transfer at the last moment?
But Ryan's confusion quickly dissipated. In the communication, Fugen's voice rang out, informing Ryan that Longlin Star had opened the door to the Ancient Sacred Treasury and was about to disintegrate. They had already evacuated through the Anywhere Door.
Ryan's expression shifted. Although he was still somewhat confused about the situation, he knew he should leave quickly.

The Lord of Dark Angels took a light half-step, and a dense forest suddenly appeared beneath his feet. Ryan was about to step into the forest to leave.

But at the last moment, Ryan stopped in his tracks.

The lion raised its head in surprise, looking around at all directions of Longlin Star.
At this moment, Longlin Star began to tremble violently, the ground began to crack, and strange light burst forth. The spacetime around Longlin Star began to become disordered due to the collapse of the three ancient divine artifacts.
Scenes from different moments on Longlin Star, or rather, from Caliban, began to appear simultaneously on this planet.
The lion saw its own brood pod crash to the ground, saw itself alone in the forest, saw its first encounter with Luthor, saw Luthor's furious slaughter of its own offspring upon his return from Terra, saw the ground torn apart by the firepower unleashed by Luthor's ships.

Ryan witnessed the moment of Caliban's destruction.
But Ryan also saw things that shouldn't have existed in that time.
He saw some ships bearing the insignia of the Dark Angels, but they differed from those from the Great Crusade. Their paint scheme was not a deep black, but rather a lush green like a dense forest. Furthermore, the identification codes for these ships had never existed in the Legion's database.
Those were ships from the 40th millennium Dark Angels Legion, along with some Black Talon fighters.
how come?
How could those ships possibly be in the hands of the Galiban?

Even if time and spacetime were distorted, Caliban had already fallen apart by the time the Dark Angels Chapter was formed.
Ryan's eyes narrowed sharply.
Back then, when Caliban was destroyed, the Dark Angels forces on Caliban weren't just his and Luthor's.
There are also those from the Dark Angels Legion of the future.

Ryan suddenly remembered that Luthor had always claimed that he hadn't destroyed Caliban, and Ryan was also certain that the ammunition he had thrown at Caliban wasn't enough to tear Caliban apart.
If Luther wasn't lying, then...
The lion gasped.
He wanted to watch a little longer to see clearly what had happened.
But Longlin Star had already begun to disintegrate, and more and more blinding subspace light began to envelop the surroundings.
The lion knew that if he didn't leave now, it would be too late. His gaze lingered for a moment on the Black Claw fighters belonging to the Dark Angels Legion.
He was certain that, in his memory, at the moment Caliban fell, those Black Talon fighters had indeed appeared.
Fighters from the future, fighters from the Dark Angels.

"I'll figure it out." The lion's face contorted in a grimace for a moment before he vanished into the dense forest, disappearing without a trace.

Moments after the lion departed, a spatial rift simultaneously appeared on Dragon Forest Star, or rather, on both the past and present Caliban.
The silhouette of the megalithic fortress appeared and disappeared in the cracks, along with a voice.
"Command, this is Azrael. I am sending a signal to all Void units."

"All Talon attack aircraft, all chapters."

"Fire, centering on Caliban!!!"

The sound quickly vanished into the turbulent temporal currents of Dragon Forest Star.

Ultimately, Long Linxing and Caliban fell apart in the torrent of time, just as always.

The gates to the Ancient Sacred Treasury slammed shut with a resounding crash.

A flaxen-colored light emanated from the treasure vault, a space isolated from the world, where everything seemed frozen in time. Even the gods, throughout countless ages, had been unable to open this vault.
For the past sixty million years, Vashtor has longed to open this treasure trove, to obtain the "weapons" within, to ascend, to become a god, and to use the power of the realm of malevolent arts to comprehend the truth hidden behind the veil of existence.
Now, Vashtor had done it, but as he looked around and surveyed the treasure vault,
But he found the treasure vault empty, with only himself standing inside.

how so.
A chaotic current stirred within Vashtor's usually rational mind, and many unsubstantiated ideas sprouted from his head.
Did the ancient sages never create weapons?

Could it be that the "weapon" was destroyed by the ancient saints long ago?

Could it be that Zhou Yun had already arrived here before him and taken the weapon?

Over the course of his sixty million years, he abandoned everything he had accumulated to come here. What did he gain in return?
A cage? A cage of endless time?

Despair suddenly began to well up in Vashtor's heart.
But Vashtor quickly regained his reason and clarity.
He recalled the information he had obtained from Longlin Star.
The ancient saint must have created "weapons". The conflict that broke out between the Black Church and the Evangelical Faction indirectly led to the ancient saint's downfall. If there were no weapons in the first place, why would the ancient saint have engaged in civil war?
It's even less likely that it was destroyed. If the "weapon" had already been destroyed, why would the Ancient Ones have the Dark Watcher guard Caliban, who served as the key?

As for Zhou Yun, he arrived at the treasure vault a step ahead of Vashtor.

After entering the vault, Vashtor was certain that no one else had been there.

Before the key unlocks the door, this space itself cannot even be considered to exist.
Zhou Yun's Anywhere Door is indeed very powerful, but you still need coordinates to enter this place.
It was impossible for him to have entered before Vashtor.

The only possibility is that the "weapon" is in this treasure vault.
Vashtor didn't see it.
No, perhaps it's not that they didn't see it.

Vashtor looked around the entire vault once more.

He smiled.
He was certain once again.

The treasure vault was empty except for him.
Then,

That "weapon" is him.

The moment the idea popped into Vashtor's head,
The frozen time around them seemed to suddenly come alive, releasing things that had been trapped in the treasure vault for sixty million years, invisible to the naked eye.

Firstly, it is faith.

In the brutal war for Heaven, the ancient saints witnessed firsthand that their mercy and morality only brought about more devastating disasters. Some of them shattered their moral compass, believing that only more terrifying and deadly weapons could bring peace. Gradually, they even forgot their original goal of pursuing peace, leaving only pure weapon worship.

Secondly, there are sacrificial offerings.

Wailing, the wailing of billions,
Millions of years ago, the wails of the ancient saints and their vassal races who perished under those malevolent weapons in the War of Heaven echoed around Vashtor.
The pain, the wails, the dead lives were so powerful that they could rival the agony of an entire galactic superpower civilization falling. The resulting warp waves, spanning millions of years, were released around Vashtor.

Thirdly, there is the ritual.

The 60 million years of yearning, the 60 million years of searching, the symbolism of the Ancient Three artifacts for creativity, and the process of Vashtor gathering the Ancient Three artifacts constitute the final ritual.

Vashtor exhaled.

There is never a way to bypass the rules of the subspace and directly ascend.

The gods were born in succession; this was inevitable.

And weapons.
“I am the divinity worshipped by the ancient saints of the Black Descendants Sect.”

"My desires of millions of years have all been their preconceived notions."

"I am the hammer that brought the Dark Lord to the world."

"Use vicious techniques as a hammer to smash away at erosion and destruction."

"From beginning to end, that weapon was myself."

(End of this chapter)