The Emperor’s Angel of Death

With the aid of the Blood骸 Scarab's exploration, Solzhenitsyn quickly understood the structure here. The entire Pharos Lighthouse was roughly a leaky type. He was currently in the upper part, and to reach the lower part, he needed to pass through a special barrier.

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Of course, it was a very special barrier to ordinary beings.

It only took Solzhenitsyn a dozen seconds to break through it.

In the process, millions of Necron Scarabs were activated. This was a safety measure. The task of these Necrons was to maintain and repair the facility, but they were instantly turned into Solzhenitsyn's servants. Seizing their master control protocol was easy for him now, but he did not continue to drive these Blood骸 Scarabs. Instead, he sent them all to Solanta—the Flayers there were still not enough, and there were too many Genestealers, so he simply used a more efficient method.

To enter the core of Pharos, he also needed to pass through a dimensional labyrinth, which was filled with a large number of Necron Spiders and Tomb Guardians, but none of them attacked Solzhenitsyn, only mechanically performing their tasks.

Passing through the labyrinth, he came to a magnificent hall. The hall surrounded a huge pit, filled with the buzzing of scarabs. A dim red light shone from the pit, and a violent heatwave surged out.

These constructs were arranged in a spiral shape around the pit, one group going down and the other returning. Those that came up were dripping with magma. They flew to the high ceiling. Obviously, this was the secret of Pharos' self-repair. The scarabs extracted materials from the depths of the ground on the spot.

The large pit was a high wall, covered with Necron characters. There were 16 statues in 16 niches, two rows of 8 each. Each statue was in human form, and its craftsmanship was perfect, and the material was polished to the molecular level. It was simply unparalleled carving art, each depicting its unique personality through posture and expression.

The beings above them were the same, but they were all draped in flawless silver and bound by wide iron chains, but the upper statues showed torment.

Solzhenitsyn walked past these statues, stopping occasionally. He guessed that this was probably the Necrons describing their relationship with the Star Gods.

At the very center of the bottom of the wall was a shining triangular bronze gate, with a soulless face decorated at the top, and an energy field covered the aperture.

Solzhenitsyn did not hesitate and stepped directly into it.

In an instant, an infinite black stone wilderness stretched out before him. Except for eight huge suspended stone coffins a hundred meters above the ground, it was as empty as death here.

Seven of them were dim, but the fourth one from the left radiated power, but after Solzhenitsyn cast his gaze, the stone coffin also quickly dimmed.

Facing this ostrich behavior, Solzhenitsyn smiled wryly.

Solzhenitsyn walked past these huge coffins with his hands behind his back. The surface of the coffins was engraved with the images of various Star Gods. Solzhenitsyn saw the Nightbringer, the Burning One, and other "old faces."

After going around in a circle, Solzhenitsyn stopped in front of the fourth coffin.

"Let's talk, Zahurash. If I wanted to devour you, I wouldn't have waited until now."

After a moment, a deep voice echoed in Solzhenitsyn's ears.

"You still came."

"It sounds like you don't think highly of the Outsider, Zahurash. Tell me, what happened back then, why did you besiege it?"

"Have you forgotten too much, shattered, withered, wandering in the world... You want to know why? Because of war, the war between the material world and the spiritual world. The victory you seek frightens us. We were once one, then divided into many, destined to be united into one again, but no one will accept it. Having enjoyed individual freedom, one cannot accept unified oneness. That is the reason, but this war continues, so you are right, so you are the Outsider, so you are the Crown of the Galaxy, the Heart of the Universe. You are destined to complete this destiny, so we are jealous and worried."

"What would happen if it devoured all the Star Gods?"

"The two worlds will merge into one, and the universe will move towards an eternal singularity. The cycle of beginning and end will roll, and everything that has escaped the false immortality of time will usher in the end."

"Do you know that the Outsider has become Asuryan?"

"This is the path it chose."

"What?"

Solzhenitsyn's heart suddenly tightened, and it seemed that another existence was also shocked by this statement.

"Wasn't it captured and transformed by the Old Ones after being injured by you?"

"Your shallow understanding is meaningless. It is the form and expression of existence in this universe. No logic or illogicality can restrain it. If it doesn't want to be caught, nothing can force it."

"This—what exactly is it going to do?"

"Only it knows."

Solzhenitsyn stood there, his unease growing stronger. The information he had received all along was that the Outsider was forced to transform into Asuryan and was deprived of its original consciousness and memory, and that all subsequent actions of Asuryan were to control itself—this was somewhat similar to Xerxes.

However, this understanding has now been shattered.

Of course, it is also possible that this Star God is lying, or misleading him with one-sided facts.

"How much do you know about Asuryan?"

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"We are incomplete, and fragmented memories cannot support the information you need. We even have many things to learn about this strange era."

"Don't try to muddle through. I'll know those things even if I devour you."

"You can't."

Solzhenitsyn snorted coldly, knowing that he couldn't trick him, but the other party was right.

Then he swept his hand over the other seven coffins.

"What about them? Have they all been devoured by you?"

"For thousands of years, we have been imprisoned on this mountain. We have been planning revenge. Eight fragments were treated as slaves here. We ate the others to survive. The Necrons are fools. They are too arrogant. They use this oversized fragment of us to power their control node. They will regret it, because we remember what we are, and one day we will become what we are again."

"Since Star Gods can devour each other, why are you collectively afraid of the Outsider? Just because it's more powerful?"

"We saw the destiny."

"Tsk, it's this cliché again. Since you're so good at guessing, then guess, will I eat you today?"

The stone coffin fell silent until Solzhenitsyn raised his hand, preparing to break the stone coffin, and it made a sound.

"You just want to refute us, so no matter what conclusion we give, you will decide according to your own ideas."

"Doesn't this just prove that the so-called destiny is just conjecture?"

"As you wish."