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Chapter 137 I will suppress my anger.
Zhou Yun stood on a spire in the distance, watching the howling gray hurricane swallow up most of the mechanical spire. Countless swarms of insects were swept into the sky by the hurricane, shaking in the wind like gravel.
Even the huge Tyranids could not resist the terrible storm released from the pocket tornado.
The pocket tornado was enough to release a storm that instantly covered a small town, but the disadvantage was that the storm did not distinguish between friend and foe. Even if Zhou Yun stood inside it, he would be swept up into the sky.
Therefore, Zhou Yun had never used this pocket tornado to its full potential before.

But now Zhou Yun has the Anywhere Door, and he can finally realize his dream.
Now he just needs to open the portal, appear in the center of the insect swarm, drop the pocket tornado, and run into the portal.
So cool!

Zhou Yun looked at the chitinous torrent rising into the sky in the distance, feeling quite relaxed and relieved.

The huge insect saint still relied on his huge size and spiritual power to fight against the storm.

But even it began to shake uncontrollably at this moment, as if it would be lifted up into the sky in the next second.
The storm's attack came too suddenly, and was released within its psychic shield, so the Insect Saint had no time to cope with it.

But Zhou Yun knew that even the Pocket Tornado could not truly defeat the Insect Saint, and he had no intention of doing so.
The Insect Saint is a Titan, a living divine machine.
Just as only the Primarch can defeat the Primarch, the only thing that can defeat the God Machine is the God Machine or the power of the God himself.

It was just because of his own reasons that the Insect Saint appeared on the battlefield too early.

Zhou Yun had to maintain a certain balance among the Undead, Blood Angels and Tyranid Swarms, and finally order Traveler Anrakel to take out his trump card and ensure that the Blood Angels and Undead's plan to ignite the entire Hades galaxy could be realized.

Looking at the Insect Saint Titan that was about to be lifted off the mechanical spire, Zhou Yun took out the Anywhere Door from his four-dimensional pocket again.
"Lesio." Zhou Yun said softly to the arbitrary door: "Shells Cathedral."

On the other side of the door, the sound of waves and the sharp chirping of insects were heard.

"Wait." The winged figure in the white light suddenly interrupted Zhou Yun.

He looked at Zhou Yun with his face and shiny bald head, and his eyes couldn't help twitching: "If you see my offspring..."

The Cathedral of Sils is an ancient temple where the people of Lesio used to worship the god of the sea.
At that time, people worshipped the sea god Shells and the vast frozen sea on Lysio.
But it wasn't until the blasphemous twin stars of the Hades system unleashed their scorching solar fire that a dark red flare filled with radiation illuminated the moon of Lysio and then engulfed the entire planet.

The frozen sea melted, and the vast waves swallowed the entire planet, tearing apart cities and churches.
If it weren't for the fact that Lesio's satellite Iksok was large enough to hold the ocean with its own gravity, the entire Lesio would have sunk in the betrayal of the sea god long ago.

The angry survivors roared into the ruins of the cathedral, killed the surviving priests, and began to worship the moon, salt and sun.

When the state religion came to this planet, it chose the ruins of the cathedral as its base and built a magnificent cathedral on it.
This is not only a church, but also a magnificent fortress monastery with a complete and functioning defense system.

Seth, the Chapter Master of the Flesh Tearers, strolled behind the defensive array of void shields, gazing at the silent church.
The smell of seawater still permeates every corner of the church, reminding Gabriel Seth that this was once the territory of pagans.

Even though there was a statue of the Blood Angels standing here, Gabriel Seth still couldn't feel a sense of belonging or peace, nor could he suppress his desire to kill.
"Ha!" Gabriel Seth exhaled a breath of air with the smell of blood.
He almost felt like he was about to grow fangs. The desire for blood, killing, and rage tempted him all the time.

His Chapter was like this. For some reason, as a descendant of the Blood Angels, the Flesh Tearers were more susceptible to Bloodthirst and Black Rage than their other cousins.
There were only four companies left in their entire chapter, far less than a normal chapter, simply because too many of their brothers were devoured by the Black Rage.

This also led to the Flesh Tearers' terrible reputation in the Empire.

As early as the Great Crusade, the name of the Flesh Tearers already existed.

The first generation Chapter Master, Amit, was once a Captain of the Blood Angels, but he was brutal and bloody, and even frequently participated in the gladiatorial arenas of the World Eaters. He even formed a friendship with the then Captain of the 8th Company of the World Eaters, Kahn, and eventually won the reputation of "Flesh Tearer" from the World Eaters.

The Flesh Tearers, a group formed in his name, also inherited his brutal and bloody fighting style.

The frenzy with which the Flesh Tearers fought terrified even other Imperial forces.
Destroying entire planets, slaughtering innocent civilians, and slaughtering friendly forces... these are all things the Flesh Tearers have done.

And their allies.
The Space Wolves opened fire on the Flesh Tearers for slaughtering civilians, the Sisters of the Silver Shroud angrily demanded that the Inquisition and the High Lords purge the Chapter, and many others refused to fight alongside the Flesh Tearers.

When Gabriel Seth became the head of the Blood Angels, the high-ranking Blood Angel priests informed him of a harsh news.

The Flesh Tearers were falling into the Black Rage too often, and their homeworld of Krytasia was no longer able to keep up with the replenishment.

The Flesh Tearers will eventually be destroyed and disappear in the history of the Empire. Perhaps that day will come in one or two hundred years.

Then Seth swore to his brothers:
If the Flesh Tearers were to disappear, then at least they would leave their honor behind, so that people would remember them instead of fearing them. So Gabriel Seth led the Flesh Tearers to patrol the galaxy, heading to the most dangerous places and responding to calls for help from any star region.
The Flesh Tearers were still mad, but Seth chose to isolate his chapter from the rest of the army as much as possible, fighting alone to prevent their savagery and anger from causing harm to the Empire's allies.
Seth's efforts had some effect, and they did receive some honors and praises, and some of the people they rescued expressed their gratitude to Seth.
But more people still fear and despise the Flesh Tearers, and now the Flesh Tearers are on the verge of extinction.

So Seth responded to Dante's call and was the first to rush to Baal to fight alongside them, and then came to the Hades galaxy.

He knew it would be a dangerous battle, in which the Flesh Tearer would most likely perish, but for Sanguinius' sake, Seth expected an honorable death.

"call"

Seth spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at the herdsmen in the cathedral.

These herdsmen did not believe in the Emperor and were heretics. The only order Seth received was to protect the crawler machines that served as relays.

There is no requirement for Seth to protect civilians, especially a group of civilians who are heretics.
But the nuns were different. The nuns of the Holy Rosary, especially Sister Magda, insisted on protecting these heretic civilians.

Kill them. A voice full of anger and blood said in Seth's mind.

Kill them, punish them, delight his warband with blood, cheer them with slaughter,

Kill them, kill them, kill them.
"No!!!" Seth roared, rejecting the anger that kept rising in his mind.

The Sisters of Battle now hold the line with his Chapter, should his Chapter massacre civilians and fall into rage.
Seth couldn't imagine what a horrible sight that would be, full of blood, fear, and disgust.

He couldn't help but look up at the statue of the archangel in front of him, hoping to gain some peace from it.
But no, nothing. Perhaps because this was once a pagan place, Seth only smelled the stench of sea water.

Seth became more anxious and angry in an instant. He seemed to feel that the blood and endless rage wanted to devour him.

No! Seth gritted his teeth and suppressed the anger in his heart.
He knew why he came, to die. A death full of honor was what he expected.
He had to suppress his own anger, and also suppress the anger of his brothers, he had to————

Suddenly, the roar of insects sounded outside the monastery.
Seth immediately picked up his two-handed chainsaw sword called Blood Reaper and rushed out of the monastery gate.

Sister Magda was standing behind the defense system, looking at the sea of ​​insects in the distance with a serious face.
Endless chitinous shells are pouring towards the monastery.
Gabriel Seth couldn't help but hold the Bloodthirster tightly in his hand. He wanted to suppress his anger and bring death to himself and these blasphemous aliens.
"There are so many of them," said Sister Magda in a hoarse voice.

Previously, the sea of ​​insects had been recycling biomass on the planet and had never really attacked the nuns with all their strength.
But whether it was due to the actions of Dante and his men or the arrival of the Flesh Tearers, the Zerg began to concentrate their strength and try to eliminate the Sisters and the Flesh Tearers.

"In the blood of Sanguinius, I will kill," Gabriel Seth roared.

Sister Magda glanced at Gabriel Seth with concern. She could feel that the Chapter Master was trying hard to suppress his instinctive anger.

"Fight in the name of the Emperor, not in the name of wrath."

"In the name of Sanguinius, take blood, not in the name of killing."

"Death is brought in the name of humanity, not in the name of bloodlust."

Sister Magda spoke in a low and solemn voice, and her voice seemed to help Gabriel Seth to suppress his anger to a certain extent.
"I will suppress my anger, Sister." Gabriel Seth nodded slightly to Sister Magda.
At this moment, a red and pink wooden door suddenly appeared in front of the sea of ​​insects.

The wooden door was gently pushed open, and a bald man walked out.
Sister Magda's mechanical eyes saw the bald man's face clearly.
"Ah?" Sister Magda's voice was filled with panic.

She looked at Gabriel Seth beside her and noticed that Seth's expression suddenly twisted into a ball.

　I have finished writing. I am dying. I have started to have a fever. I feel sick.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)