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Viking conquest serial key 1.174.4/15/2024 ![]() ![]() ![]() "Cathericism is all that remains of the old Abrahamic paths. There are some who might accuse me of callously destroying traces of a Golden Age even as I wielded it to remake myself, to overthrow the last of the old Dragon Kings and to become master of this Pan-Pacific Empire." Ten thousand years and an age when Mankind reforged stars and had power over the dark arts that Kalagann of Ursh, one of my more unpleasant rivals, and the brute that calls himself the Emperor both wield. "The true Golden Age died in fire when the Men of Gold and Men of Stone found Men of Iron more than they could control. Such powers they had in those days, powers before which the deeds of these great wars are as nothing at all. We are pgymies squatting in the ruins of the true giants, without full comprehension of what it is that we wield, that we have at our disposals.Įven the smallest armies have gene-forged in armor, though only the truly great like myself, Dalmoth Kyn, the Emperor, and Kalagann can aspire to mastery of the world itself. Now superhumanity makes monsters and gods in their image and their likeness." The Men of Gold, superhumanity, made Men of Stone, AIs that could attach to flesh or metal, who in turn expanded upon their own making and made Men of Iron. Narthan Dume had a gaze that none could meet, as was true with Kalagann of Ursh and the being that called Himself Emperor. With the Emperor it was eyes of golden fire like starlight. With Kalagann the maddened Things that lurked behind his gaze and the vast legions at his disposal, even if the Tupelov Lancers and the Geno Chiliad had defected to the Imperium after the Battle of the Murengon and the conquest of Nordafrik.ĭume's gaze was not like either of them, it was the gaze of a fanatic, with small traces of the genetic enhancements at work from the Golden Age. Eyes that shone not with Warp-Light but a true light of their own, a God's eyes for a God's body. Grammaticus was lifted bodily into the air by one of the swollen hands in vast armor, the giant's face boring into his own with the eyes that shone fully. My Yokai are Gods made manifest, products of art of the Age I seek to erase." "So go back to your lord and master who calls himself Emperor and tell him that the Pan-Pacific Empire will never yield to his threats, or those things he calls Thunder Warriors. "My Nephilim are on the Earth in these days, mighty men, men of renown, but for all that, they are what the Thunder Warriors are not. To know elements of gigantic endeavors whose secrets are lost, which no amount of recovered knowledge can allow us to rebuild? Why we gain nothing at all from this, save a permanent sense of inferiority." I destroy the works of the Age of Technology because it was a golden age in terms of this one, but it has no value for us in this day. He dropped Grammaticus roughly, his bones aching as Dume strode back. ![]()
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