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Ferus stared at the so-called entrance to the small universe.

It looks like a child's poor line drawing.

It is three meters high, suspended in the air, and moving slowly.

"Entrance to the small universe??" Ferus's tone was full of confusion.

He stretched out his hand to touch the linear gate suspended in the air, but he didn't touch anything. His hand didn't feel any field.

Even if it is a projection, there will be static electricity.

But this wireframe door has nothing.

Just like a shadow.

He could look directly through the box and see Guilliman on the throne.

This thing is like a transparent projection, it just emits light but does not exist in this universe.

Ferus could see the wireframe door, but couldn't sense it.

This is all too weird.

An entrance??

So where is it connected??

Ferus's eyes were full of confusion.

This creation surpassed his previous knowledge.

He tried several times, but there was no response from the weird wire frame door.

Can't touch or interact.

Even a hologram will respond to the user's movements.

Why doesn't this thing respond at all?

Seeing the confusion and puzzlement in Ferus's eyes, Guilliman explained: "The Small Universe project has been implemented for a long time, and the progress has been very slow. Only now, they have produced a defective product, which is also a leap forward.

It has been achieved, and if it can be popularized, the benefits will be unimaginable."

Guilliman explained the Microcosm project to Ferrus.

Guilliman had already had the idea for this project in Ultramar.

A floating screen appeared in front of Guilliman.

【Little Universe Operating System Version 1.0.】

[The owner of the highest authority: the supreme ruler of holy humanity - the Lord of Humanity]

[Whether to grant relevant permissions to the original Iron Hands - Ferus]

Following a series of prompts, Guilliman did not pause at all and clicked OK on the virtual screen to grant Ferus the authority to enter the small universe.

After confirming that the authorization was completed, Guilliman asked Ferrus to try again.

This time, his arm did not pass through the moving gate, but fell into it.

Ferus showed a horrified look.

His hands seemed to have penetrated into a space section that was different from the real universe.

Ferus tried to catch something, but found nothing.

There is nothing inside.

It's like a void.

"My hand." Ferus asked in surprise: "How could this happen?"

He pulled his hand back, his hand and arm intact.

"Just now, did I touch another dimensional space?" Ferus pointed at the line door and asked: "This is incredible, my senses can't detect what's inside."

The hand and a small section of the forearm passed through the gate formed by the lines and disappeared without appearing on the other side.

His eyes could see the cross-section of his forearm, like a mirror, with bones, blood vessels, and tendons clearly visible.

The smooth cross-section gives people the feeling that the arm has been cut off by some mysterious force, but there is no pain.

"The entrance has an automatic recognition function. No one who is not selected can enter it." Guilliman said: "Go in and have a look, Ferus, and feel the power called creation."

Ferus looked at his brother and chose to imagine.

Stepped into it.

The majestic body submerged into the line frame and disappeared.

In a dark age where time, space, and even chaos have never appeared.

Ferus had a special feeling.

He spans all dimensions of time and space.

Here, time turns to zero and everything is frozen.

He lost his sense of time, replaced by a sense of transcendence, a sense of transcending everything outside of everything.

Ferus has the illusion that a moment is eternity.

Human language has no corresponding vocabulary to express the moment when time begins.

It would be wrong to say that time began after they entered.

The last is a concept of time.

There is no time in the small universe, so naturally there is no concept of sequence.

Only when the small universe is activated and time pushes space can all things move.

This is a question that has risen to a philosophical level.

It started, but the time of its start cannot be precisely defined.

The light slowly brightened, like the first beam of light piercing the darkness produced by the Big Bang.

Ferus relied on his extraordinary senses to see everything inside.

Inside is a magnificent palace.

Statues of Guilliman and the Emperor stand side by side in front of the temple.

Each of the two statues holds a huge iron chain in their hands, and a huge energy-gathering reactor is bound at the top of the chain.

Just suspended in the void.

It looks like two great people worked together to grab the star and let it, a small universe that does not belong to the big universe, provide light and heat.

There are a large number of mechanical equipment standing in the hall, stretching into mountains and towering to the sky. The meters are shaking and swinging back and forth with the surge of energy.

The mechanical priest wearing a red and black robe paced back and forth, monitoring the operating status of various mechanical equipment.

"What place is this??" Ferus's eyes were full of confusion.

The light swirled around Ferus, as if weaving into Guilliman.

Ferus was amazed at this miraculous method, but did not show it.

His brother always gives people a feeling of being omnipotent.

"A small universe, a space independent of the main universe, is somewhat similar to the pocket dimension of the Necrons, but more advanced." Guilliman explained: "The pocket dimension is still within the scope of the main universe, but the small universe is independent of the main universe."

"This method is comparable to the creation of the world." Ferus sighed: "It's really surprising. With such a mysterious technology, you have the power of the creator of the world."

"Don't use such arrogant descriptions. The ability to create this small universe depends more on the scholars of the Mechanicus." Guilliman said calmly: "You and I both know that gods are lies."

Ferus looked at this small universe.

He felt that this small universe was like a room.

At a glance, he could see the end and saw countless versions of himself and Guilliman standing in the void, surveying the hall.

Every movement they make is synchronized, like mirrors placed on both sides of the room.

This is not a copy, but a cycle of spatial structure, which gives him this weird perspective, where the end is the end.

"Is this what the edge of the universe looks like?? Limited and boundless, just like the snake of fate, connected from end to end, never ending."

Guilliman nodded, acquiescing to Ferrus' statement.

"Why did you bring me to see these, Your Majesty?" Ferus looked at Guilliman, knowing that he should be the first primarch to know about the existence of the small universe.

Guilliman would never do anything meaningless, and it was obvious that he had a new plan.

"This small universe project has not been completed yet, and it cannot meet my requirements. Regarding this, I know that I cannot blame those scholars harshly. They have tried their best. It's just that their speed is still too slow. I need someone who is also eager for knowledge.

Brother come help me speed up those projects."

"You want me to lead the development of the sub-universe project??" Ferus asked.
To be continued...