The path to godhood
Warhammer: The Black Emperor, Chapter 1245
A ghostly blue light illuminated Baben Falk's face as his Power Fist, enveloping Disruption Field, slammed down.
Sangre drew her Scimitar and held it protectively in front of her.
Bang!
The Xenos Scimitar exploded in a burst of Mars, and Sangre's arm Distortion and bent.
She staggered backward, clenching her teeth and straining to straighten her arms.
He held the Scimitar askew to his nose, cold sweat pouring down his face.
Falk strode forward and raised his fist again.
A dazzling light suddenly rose in front of Sangre, outlining a huge figure.
The Thunder Hammer slammed into the gauntlets, the force fields pulling against each other, creating a series of ear-piercing explosions.
With her Scimitar lowered, Sangre gazed ahead.
Wilshire, dressed in the Saturnine Terminator, was as large as Baben Falk, dressed in the Tyrant-pattern Terminator.
Falk swung his arm; his strength surpassed that of the Iron Warriors. Wilshire was merely Psyker who wielded Sacred Word Magic; how could he possibly contend with him?
He lowered his body, putting all his power into the Power Fist.
Wilshire stood firm, unmoved like a wall.
"Dust----dry----no water----" the Astropath suddenly screamed in alarm.
"The darkness beneath the earth—the darkness of the Root of the World —the eye in the distance—the eye within—"
His body trembled, and his whispers were mixed with hissing sounds, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.
Witnessing—Searching for— Mystery—
The Astropath's blind eyes shot out two beams of light, striking the Tyrant Terminator.
"Baben Falk, your gaze pierces through the Veil; you are the Iron Warriors sees the farthest."
"Now, the door to the Mystery lies before you."
Come, I'm waiting for you----
Falk shuddered; he felt something pierce through his body.
A chill ran through him; the malicious gaze sent shivers down his spine.
That was a dark Curse.
Falk's body stiffened; his Iron Heart had already keenly sensed the danger lurking in the darkness.
[Curse ----Darkness----]
Falk took a step forward with his left foot.
With tremendous force, he pushed Wilshire's arms away, ["I will not stop here."]
The Mystery he seeks is right before his eyes; what he defied his father to pursue lies just behind the door. How could he be blocked by the Shadow of Order?
There is no Mystery that steel cannot conquer.
My will will suppress the Darkness Curse.
His eyes gleamed with a misty light, and he slammed his right foot to the ground, taking long strides into the air.
The Power Fist gloves erupted with a black light, and Wilshire was thrown back by the shockwave.
"The darkness at the Root of the World!"
"The Eye in the Distance!"
"The Inner Eye!"
Falk's muscles bulged, making the Tyrant-pattern Terminator armor creak and pop.
His pupils were fixed, only the Circular Gate, and he strode forward.
Wilshire whirled around, the "Priest of Light" raising his eyes, his dark pupils gleaming with a dark gold.
Smoke enveloped the Tyrant-pattern Terminator, and a thick, viscous substance clung to its body.
Black Flame erupted from the armor, propelling the Tyrant-pattern Terminator forward like a rocket.
The "Priest of Light" leans back with her arms outstretched, as if embracing the Sun.
A pure, blazing light descended from nowhere, enveloping the swollen, enormous body.
The passageway shook violently, and plumes of smoke evaporated.
The brilliant pillar of light dissipated, the pitch-black flames instantly extinguished, then became transparent and vanished into the sky.
Falk was struck as if by a series of heavy blows, his flesh and blood splattering everywhere.
Bang!
Falk's knee slammed into the ground, creating two deep grooves.
[Everyone says Wilshire is the Imperium's number one Sacred Word Psyker, and the rumors are indeed true. Sangre gazed...]
The Astropath slowly rose, its eye sockets emitting brilliant light that engulfed the kneeling body.
Falk sprang up abruptly, his armor shattering completely, and his body bursting into an unnatural, eternal flame.
He rushed toward the gate, leaving a trail of light and shadow in the air.
Sangre gritted her teeth, suppressing the excruciating pain in her torn arm, and raised the gun, aiming it at the Astropath's head.
A dazzling beam of light shot out, striking the Astropath squarely in the face.
The carbonized skull shattered, and the body collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Falk rushed to the gate and reached out to grab the central handwheel.
He turned the handwheel with his right hand until a heavy clicking sound came from it.
A beam of light appeared out of thin air and struck Falk.
Falk's body slumped, and he reached out his left hand to hold onto the gate.
Rays of light struck him, blasting his body into countless craters, but he had completely forgotten his battered state. His eyes pierced through the door, gazing into the endless darkness.
Darkness enveloped him, and translucent scales floated on his mangled body, crescent-shaped white bones sprouting from his fingers.
A dull crackling sound buzzed in my ears, "I see you, Iron Warriors."
"You have witnessed the Eternal Light; come, embrace the Black Stars."
"Black Stars— " Falk murmured the word, sensing the endless Mystery hidden within the Silence.
"The dark heart of all things lies before you."
He felt a cold gaze, a deep, dark light shining into his eyes.
"It's here, it's inside."
"Push open the door, and you will see everything; the Eye of Terror see everything."
"Dark Stars - The Underground Ring - The Path to Godhood -"
"The path to the gods!" Falk roared as he slammed open the door.
The beam of light followed closely, and the golden light tore a slit in the darkness.
The light hissed Distortion, outlining a colossal figure.
He was as large as a mountain, with curved horns rising from the top of his head.
He raised his arm, and his hooked claws slammed into the beam of light.
Rumble!
The beam of light exploded, scattering into countless tiny points of light that quickly dissipated.
"Notarize!"
As the mysterious power of Dunnish rang out, beams of golden light showered down.
The golden light grew increasingly pure, eventually evolving into a stamp-like projection.
"Holy Light!"
In the boundless darkness, a magnificent and pure golden pillar of light descended from the sky.
Boom boom boom----
The hooked claws cracked and snapped, splitting open lines like spiderwebs.
"Roar!"
The enormous, jet-black Bat Wings flapped, and a foul, pungent wind swept into the passage.
Dark tentacles spread and grew, while the Lumen Lamp strips flickered and swayed.
Sangre felt as if her legs were entangled by Bramble vines, and whispered murmurs echoed in her ears.
A sudden burst of dazzling light appeared, and a velvet carpet-like avenue unfolded before her eyes.
"Sangre, you were forced to submit to the Cursed One, and you will forever remain outside the Terra Regime."
"Now, you have a new opportunity to take control of the entire Galaxy."
"Come, ascend your the Throne."
As the voice faded, at the end of the avenue, a golden the Throne shone brightly.
Sangre gazed silently at the Auramite, as if watching a song and dance performance at the Terra Grand Theater.
Even at the height of her power, she always knew that she could never be a part of the Imperium she was building.
She will not build her own Imperium.
The light shattered and disintegrated, revealing a profound void before her.
Sangre looked around at the myriad stars, each one shimmering with a mysterious radiance.
Her gaze fell upon an orange star, the sky a clear, azure blue, the air sweet, and rivers as clear as silk scattered across the landscape.
[Paradise World like Triken.]
Although Sangre had traveled to thousands of worlds, she had never seen such a flawless celestial body, which resembled the God Almighty's Heavenly Abode in the Old Terra legends.
She always regretted it.
Sangre took a step forward and walked toward the glittering stars.