Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 221 The End of the Nightmare

=There is still 18s before the impact=
At this moment, the bridge of Wanzhang Radiance has become the center of the vortex where psionic energy and subspace power converge.

In the turbulent vortex, the sharp ax in Abadan's hand became a breakthrough to stir the balance.

With his roar, the blade surrounding the silver lightning sliced ​​through the armor of a Thousand Sons of Falcon School.

At this moment, the power of the subspace here is so strong that the metal rubbing against each other makes a strange wail.

The boundary between fantasy and reality has become so blurred.

And as cracks appeared in the psychic power network opened by the Thousand Sons, Constantine, who had been waiting for an opportunity to attack, finally made a move.

A cold light flickered on the Spear of the Sun God.

There are no dazzling and gorgeous special effects, no tricks that make everyone dizzy.

Contrary to the name after Constantine, which is long enough to cause headaches for the narrator, it has a sense of simplicity when using the Spear of the Sun God.

Unlike Amon's prophecy, he believed more in his own experience.

He has enough confidence to beat Amon in 18 seconds.

This is the self-confidence of the leader of the forbidden army.

Unlike Abbadan, who was struggling to advance, Constantine, who already had a lot of anti-psychic gadgets on his body, did not show any embarrassment in the face of the tsunami-like telekinetic power of the Thousand Sons.

The feet of the golden armor still kept tapping regularly, and rushed towards Amon standing in the middle of the bridge with the Emperor's Judgment.

=There is still 14s before the impact=
For Constantine, victory seemed within reach.

But this kind of victory made him feel even more puzzled.

(What the hell is Amon doing?)

From beginning to end, Amon did not make any effective resistance.

He just stood silently in the middle of the bridge holding the distorted psychic scepter in his hand.

To Constantine this may have been contempt.

But based on his impression of Amon, this is very strange.

He even prepared a plan to break Amon out within 14 seconds, and then assist Kaya in the rear to harvest the heads.

But in the face of Amon who seemed to have used the "empty city strategy", even though Constantine did not stop the movement of his feet, he still had a little doubt during the charge.

But now he has no choice.

He didn't know that Karl had a backup plan. For Constantine at this moment, this was the last chance.

If he fails, then everything here will fall into an irreversible abyss.

So no matter what, he had to stab this spear.

=There is still 13s before the impact=
Amon's seemingly motionless body was close in front of him.

But Constantine couldn't read any thoughts of resistance from Amon's movements.

Even the corrupt scepter held in Amon's right hand did not put on any defensive posture.

The sharp edge of the Sun God's Spear had already reached the front of Amon's breastplate, but he still didn't move.

There was only a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, which seemed to be teasing Constantine who had tried his best.

On the contrary, Constantine couldn't understand what Amon had done.

At this moment, the only thing he can bet on is that the Sun God's Spear can see through Amon's tricks.

=There is still 12s before the impact=
"Pop chirp"

Unusually easy, the Spear of the Sun God in Constantine's hand pierced Amon's armor.

After being pierced through two hearts by the spear of the sun god at the same time, even Amon spit out a mouthful of black blood on Constantine's face.

But even so, the smile that Amon had been hanging on the corner of his mouth from the beginning to the end never faded.

For he had been liberated, finally free from the nightmare that had haunted him for centuries.

And following the memory fragments that escaped from the Sun God's Spear in the field, Karl finally saw Amon's true thoughts clearly.

==== The time goes back a little bit, when Kaya and her party boarded the Expansion, just landed on Prospero ====
Everything is burning, broken libraries, screaming crowds, judgments falling from the sky.

Amon has done this familiar nightmare too many times.

He could recognize that this was a city that was being destroyed, but he couldn't reveal the true trend that represented the prophecy of destruction through the psionic divination he had learned.

This question has troubled him for a long time.

Long before he became Magnus' psionic master, this nightmare that would regularly come to him in his sleep would wake him up in terror time and time again.

And as a veteran who watched the Thousand Sons Legion gradually struggle to climb out from the brink of death and destruction.

In his eyes, the lives of the brothers in the legion are extremely important.

Therefore, this prophecy, which is extremely disturbing and has a tendency to destroy, has already tried all the methods within his power.

As the "No.1" in divination among Thousand Sons, he has already tried almost all possible methods to try to reveal the meaning of this nightmare.

But no matter how much he struggled, no matter how much he achieved psychic heights, no matter how much forbidden divination he tried, this haunting nightmare still disturbed him like a regular nightmare.

But even Mortarion, after listening to his description alone, can only say that the science in the Death Guard is still in development, and he can't explain the weird dream that happened to Amon.

And just like his attitude towards this dream.

Amon is not a saint.

In his eyes, brothers in the Legion are far more important than the Empire.

= This is also the best embodiment of him taking the initiative to violate Magnus' will to give up resistance in another timeline and go to war without permission =
Staggering up from the bed, Amon felt a sense of powerlessness sweeping from the depths of his heart.

This dream has become more and more frequent recently.

As if mocking his incompetence as a prophet again and again, he could taste the ultimate despair in this dream every time.

He can clearly realize that all this destruction and despair are closely related to him.

But he still couldn't see through the meaning behind this dream.

Rubbing the slightly sore back of his neck, he put the uninterpretable dream behind him, because he knew very well that he was not hopeless.

"99.9% body stability"

Looking at the dark green reading displayed on the bedside instrument, his originally restless heart calmed down again.

Will reaching 100% get him out of that nightmare?

he does not know.

The only thing he knows is that the path provided by this set of death guards can effectively help his brothers fight against the flesh and blood distortion.

He never posted his readings because he didn't want to dampen the enthusiasm of his brothers.

The golden rising sun of Prospero's star in the distance penetrates into the room through the glazed tile windows.

Everything in Quiet is so beautiful, Amon even hopes that this kind of life can last forever.

After all, one day, when mankind returns to its peak, the lingering nightmare in his mind will eventually dissipate on its own.

But just like that beautiful dream that was destined to be broken, the sound of gunfire from a distance broke the tranquility on Prospero.

"bang bang bang"

The slight sound of fighting from a distance interrupted his thinking.

This is very abnormal, at least this kind of battle sound should not appear in Tizcan, especially in the Pyramid of Light.

Although Amon didn't think that there would be any troubles in the central library with Magnus personally sitting in charge, it was definitely his "guard"'s dereliction of duty to cause a battle here.

Touching that psychic taboo had already wasted too much of his time.

Now he has to go and finish his current job.

Without any hesitation, he casually picked up the magic staff beside him, and immediately rushed towards the incident.

But to his surprise, on his way to the core area of ​​the central library, a huge burst of spiritual energy erupted.

"Emperor? No, there is still a difference."

Although that power was similar to the psionic energy emanating from the Emperor's body, there was still a slight difference.

Although it is impossible to tell where the specific gap is, this is already the limit that Amon can judge.

This unknown force brought Amon a sense of crisis, which made him involuntarily quicken his pace.

Fortunately, Magnus's terrifying psionic ability quickly completed the control of the field.

The crushing violent spiritual energy storm tore apart all resistance, and when Amon arrived on the battlefield, the violent spiritual energy storm had subsided.

It seemed that the prisoners on the battlefield had been taken away, but Amon didn't see anything anyway.

On the contrary, he actually felt a strange breath from Magnus.

That aura seemed to be suppressed by Magnus. He couldn't suppress it due to internal injuries in the battle just now, and it was about to overflow.

Seeing Amon's arrival, Magnus had no choice but to leave an instruction to clean up the battlefield, and then left quickly and mysteriously.

It is true that Amon has already noticed something is wrong.

But he didn't go to test Magnus' secret.

Because he knew the character of his student very well, Magnus would not betray the legion even if he betrayed the empire.

This is very close to his point of view, so Amon chose to turn a blind eye to the various visions in front of him.

He knew very well that his student would have a showdown with him when he needed it.

Just ignore this little embarrassment now.

So, as usual, Amon started to clean up the battlefield.

He didn't call any guards for help, because only he could see the most accurate location of the disrupted psionic devices.

In such a precise scene, a slight difference would cause a huge error in the entire psionic ritual circle.

Therefore, restoring everything here to its original state with his own hands became part of the work of Amon's guards.

The strong smell of gunpowder and the surging spiritual energy in the air have not yet subsided.

That force was so powerful that even if Magnus himself hadn't shot it, Amon doubted that the magic circle here would be irreversibly damaged.

The bullet holes on the surrounding walls also proved the strength of the incoming enemy.

That is a special material wall blessed by the magic circle.

An extraordinary thing that can leave a bullet hole in it.

But when Amon was carefully cleaning up the messy living room of the library, a few seemingly ordinary bullet casings came into his sight.

The overloaded high pressure and the excessive amount of gunpowder in the explosion have already worn away the words that were once carved on the surface of the shell case to an almost indistinguishable level.

But this is not a big problem for Amon.

But in the next second, he froze in place.

=If things really come to that point, please temporarily put aside all honor and retreat early=
=The four gods blinded the eyes of the bloodthirsty wolves, temporarily retreating is not cowardly, please remember, at least before you really betrayed, the emperor did not think you were a traitor=
At this moment, Amon, who is good at prophecy, seems to have peeped into the future described in that description.

"It's all dust..."

His hands holding the cartridge case were shaking.

He dared not accept everything in the prophecy.

But this fantasy is so "real".

Even the remnants of the emperor's spiritual energy around him began to gather in front of his eyes, presenting pictures that were enough for him to make a choice.

=The once huge fleet was destroyed by a completely unreasonable and terrifying fleet, with the exquisite cooperation that made even the Thousand Sons Gate feel weird. All the guardians of Prospero=
=A large number of orbital platforms, and burning wreckage of warships falling from the sky=
= Prospero is burning, and the scattered defensive artillery fire on it is sitting and struggling uselessly as if venting =
= Prospero is burning =
=The former legion was fragmented=
= everything is dust =
=At the end of the battle, with the howling of wild wolves=
=The red giant gradually fell=
=His soul was even smashed into countless pieces=
= All the glory belonging to the Thousand Sons will be destroyed =
Silent, in the silent hall, he couldn't even hear his own breathing.

He sees through everything.

He finally got rid of the nightmare that had been haunting him.

This should be a happy thing, but at this moment he is gradually suffocating in the future that he cannot face.

He saw his brothers in the Legion crying.

Even if the legion named "Thousand Sons" survived the catastrophe, they would never go back. ,

In that endless prophecy -- there seemed to be no way out.

Despair almost drowned Amon.

He couldn't find any way to save the Legion.

In fact, loyalty or betrayal does not make much difference to him.

The Legion was his life, his everything.

If he chooses one of the roads to complete the preservation of the army, then he will choose without hesitation.

"Ascension to the tenth level of state of mind"

Subconsciously activated the calm way common among Thousand Sons, and with his last rationality, Amon kept struggling in the ocean of despair.

It's a pity that in that seemingly endless future, none of them belong to the "Thousand Sons Legion".

Everything is so hopeless.

Until, he saw the only "variable" in the prophecy.

"What is the meaning of such a life trapped in shadows, if all the splendid wonders of the world are mere shadowy phantasms?"

Silently reading the message engraved on the bullet casing, Amon seemed to have made up his mind.

Erase the original screening conditions in your mind.

Amon already has his own resolution.

=Screen all the futures that can save the entire Thousand Sons Legion...except, me=
=There is still 1s before the impact=
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(End of this chapter)