Since the Vengeful Spirit had reverted to its state ten thousand years ago, the environment here, while not excellent, was not so terrible either.
Compared to the upper levels... it should be said to be simple?
A single gray and white tone, occasional clanking sounds from Servitors, after losing a large number of mortals, emptiness became the main theme in the prison cells.
However, in less than half a second, the exciting content began to present itself before Zhang Ge.
"Horus, how dare you!"
This was a Black Rage-afflicted Blood Angel in a cell watching three "Horuses" pass by outside. While calling out in a pathetic voice, he was wearing the reverted Power Armor and smashing the all-metal railing, causing it to clang loudly.
"Father, Father, I did not betray you, I persevered until today! Please look at me, you finally came to save me!"
This was an Ultramarine who had already been driven to delusion. His face was full of tears, and he must have seen Perveti, who was most similar in height, as his golden-haired "Father" in his hallucinations.
"I am a son of Dorn, I am a son of Dorn... I am..."
This one was even more heavy-hitting. However, he had been tortured for much longer than Rogal Dorn himself, and obviously was no longer reciting these words relying on his own will, but just a constant replay of the body itself.
Solar Auxilia, Lucifer Blacks...
Walking past the surviving members one by one, Zhang Ge did not see a single human who could be described as normal.
They couldn't be blamed for this, after all, it had been a time scale of ten thousand years. Among them, the mortals were probably semi-daemonized to be tortured for such a long time, so it would be normal if their minds were not normal.
This situation continued all the way to the deepest part.
Until Zhang Ge saw the strong man wearing a simple black robe.
After seeing Zhang Ge approaching his prison cell, he did not show excitement or madness like the others, but asked in a calm tone that was neither high nor low:
"Which millennium is it now?"
"The forty-second."
"Then, I have been imprisoned... It is meaningless to tell you this. The flow of time in the Warp cannot be described in a way that mortals can understand."
"You seem very calm, who are you?"
"I am..."
He suddenly sat up from his cross-legged posture, and his huge body was also completely revealed. He looked only about one meter shorter than Perveti. For Zhang Ge, he was another mountain that he needed to look up to in order to make eye contact.
After getting up completely, he took a few steps forward until he was close to the edge of the metal cage, and then continued to say:
"Son of the Water Thief, golden jailer of Drach'nyen, Custodian Tribune, Ra Endymion."
Ra Endymion, a Custodian who served the Imperium from the Unification Wars until the Webway War. After sealing Drach'nyen with his flesh, in order to keep this daemon as far away from human territory as possible, he rushed into the depths of the Webway.
And after Drach'nyen reappeared later, most people held pessimistic views on this Custodian's whereabouts. However, judging from the present situation...
Of course, he couldn't just believe him like this. Although his willpower and height fit the image of a Custodian, after the Reversion, there were no features on this person that could prove his identity.
"How to prove it?"
Hearing this question, as if he had expected it, at the moment Zhang Ge spoke, he raised his arm and slowly revealed the part of the black robe that covered his chest to both sides with his ten fingers.
A wound that pierced through the entire chest appeared. Countless tentacle-like black lines covered it, twisting as if they were alive, revealing endless malice.
"Even the reverse flow of time cannot undo the damage caused by this wound. The golden armor that symbolized my identity could no longer withstand the endless howling after the first millennium of sealing it. Later, I could only resist the erosion it produced with my flesh... Although that made me almost a cripple, until the servants of Chaos found me, that daemon was not able to escape in the slightest."
After finishing speaking, he released his fingers again, letting the black robe cover him again, and then continued:
"Since you can come here, it means that you have seen that daemon, so the power of the same origin should not be difficult to perceive."
Zhang Ge remained calm.
Seen? Perceive?
First of all, he had never met Abaddon and the Daemon Sword in his hand. Even if he just placed that wound in front of him, he couldn't perceive any special aura.
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However, Zhang Ge still continued to ask:
"Why didn't they kill you?"
"I sealed that daemon for several millennia. If they let me get released so easily, I'm afraid it wouldn't be able to rest in peace with its eyes closed... You don't have to worry. As I said, I'm almost a cripple. It's extremely difficult to support my body."
As he spoke, he stretched out his little finger a little from the gap in the railing.
Zhang Ge, after stopping Amilia who wanted to verify it for him, stepped forward two steps and held that little finger.
With just a slight force, he could perceive that the entire muscle collapsed inward. After letting go, it took several seconds to barely return to its original state.
For ordinary people, this might just be the scope of a serious illness, but considering that the person standing opposite him was suspected to be a Custodian Tribune, saying that this degree of damage was just a cripple was very conservative. It should be said that it was a miracle that he had not been crushed to death by his bones, internal organs, and the like.
After staring at him for a moment, Zhang Ge finally made a decision. He pulled out Ascalon, inserted it into the ground, and entered into a communion with the Vengeful Spirit.
Detection, screening, perception.
One by one, the people who used to stand at the top of the pyramid broke free from the restrictions of the cage. But now, they were either trapped in their own constructed and unrecoverable deep illusions, or completely collapsed again because they could not bear the weight of those memories.
Among the dozens of surviving human prisoners, only Endymion, who steadily stepped out of his former fence, still maintained his self. Although his resistance to Time Reversion was strong, which caused his body to not be healed in it, he also maintained his rationality with his will.
Looking at Endymion, who had approached a little closer, Zhang Ge said:
"After a while, I will send you to the planet below. There, someone will send you back to Terra... However, you have to promise me that you will not reveal everything you see along the way."
"No,"
He gave Zhang Ge a meaningful look.
"One embraced by the Emperor's Blade, my remaining body can no longer slaughter daemons for the Emperor, but my wisdom is still preserved in my heart. If you can allow it, then this wisdom will become a brick for you to step towards the future."
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