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Chapter 992 336. The hole is destroyed (8, 4.5k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 992 336. The hole is destroyed (8, 4.5k)

The stars turned into dim light and went out, the world burned and collapsed, the sky became a broken canvas, and the monster with wings on its back happily began to smear the smelly and dirty blood on it.

The bells rang, crazy noises erupted one after another, and the roars and shouts became an endless storm. The pale faces of the dead roared past in the storm. The bells did not stop, but continued to rage.

The ground is littered with corpses, and on the empty throne, a human figure made of golden light is screaming silently and sinking.

"This is what you're going to face."

The voice of the Lord of Mankind seemed to come from far away, but also seemed to be very close at hand. Rogal Dorn listened to his words and his eyes widened to the extreme.

Bloodshot threads climbed up from the whites of his eyes, and his vision began to fail just by looking at this desperate scene. But he didn't stop, he just continued - continued to suffer this kind of torture that humans could not bear.

A few seconds later, amid the wails from the storm, Rogal Dorn slowly asked Sanguinius beside him: "Is this what you and Konrad Curze have been seeing all along?

"

The angel nodded palely.

"How terrible."

Among the primarchs, someone whispered softly. That voice belonged to Jaghatai. The Chogorian raised his head and looked directly at the scarlet and burning sky. Then he fell silent and did not say any more words.

Konrad Curze snickered twice. He lowered his head and stared at the ground, so no one could see his expression. Corax followed his line of sight and set his own eyes on the mountains and plains.

on the corpse.

He began to distinguish them.

He saw the Astartes, warriors clad in power armor who were easily distinguishable. Most of them had died with their weapons in hand, but it didn't help. Shattered corpses shrouded in ceramite or land-based Titans flowed

Stained with blood, many pairs of dead eyes looked at the sky, as if they wanted to express something to them.

He saw mortals - countless, too many. Astra Militarum, Battle Sisters, Auxiliaries, civilians.

Their corpses even piled up to form mountains and wastelands, and the blood flowing from the mangled mountains of corpses formed oceans and lakes. It looked like an extremely bad joke.

Some damaged Titans and Skitarii belonging to the Adeptus Mechanicus fell in another place. The circuits on some people were still twitching. Their lives had passed away, but the mechanical components were not.

Any more?

Corus Corax searched urgently, using his extraordinary eyesight to search among the corpses strewn across the mountains and plains. He found nothing, he saw no bodies.

A kind of worry began to spread in the heart of the Lord of Crows: If we did not die, then what would become of us?

Magnus held the book, teeth clashing against each other. From the first moment when the Lord of Mankind showed them this illusion, he focused all his eyes and attention on the gods below.

The precious knowledge he gained from the books in his arms was telling him that the god had completed his birth and the last wish of his predecessor had been fulfilled. However, for some reason, he failed to release his power according to his own nature.

He seemed to be restrained, and the throne seemed to have magic power, making him immobile and in great pain.

He watched carefully, his eyes even shed tears of blood.

Looking directly at the illusion of the gods also requires paying such a price, but he doesn't care, he must get the answer - to this day, Magnus is willing to admit his past stupidity, but he will never let himself become a stupid person.

An ungrateful person.

Humans can be stupid, which is a privilege, but humans cannot distort themselves.

"Is that him?" Fulgrim asked with a complex expression. He had no target to refer to, but everyone knew who the 'him' he wanted to ask about was.

The storm stopped, and the time of the illusion came to a standstill. A sword burning with flames fell from the sky, slicing the sky as smoothly as cutting through a canvas. The emperor in golden armor walked out, his face calm, and his body

It has a smell unique to a certain forest.

"It's him."

He answered calmly, and the explanation that followed was even more patient and detailed - something the Primarchs had never experienced before.

The Lord of Mankind began to reveal, answering every unspoken question for his sons. He looked at Horus: "What is above the throne is his remains."

He looked at Rogal Dorn: "The Astartes were all wiped out, no one survived, and the Imperial Fists fought to the last man."

He looked at Chagatai: "This was not his wish. He did not carry out the killing with his own hands."

He looked at Angron: "Yes, I know everything."

He looked at Sanguinius and Conrad Curze: "There is no way to change destiny - He has been born, and His existence has become an established fact, and no one can change this."

He looked at Vulkan: "They were in great pain before they died, but they had no regrets."

He looked at Perturabo: "You also participated in this battle."

He looked at Mortarion: "You too, Mortarion, you have not escaped - and no one will force you again."

He looked at Robert Guilliman: "Magic has no effect, Robert. Magic can no longer have any effect on him."

He looked at Magnus: "You didn't get a complete solution, Magnus, he didn't come back as you expected."

He looked at Corvus Corax: "Except for one of you, you all disappeared and died with me in his memory. It was a glorious battle."

He looked at Alpharius: "Yes, you did a good job, Alpharius, but manpower will eventually be exhausted."

He raised his head and looked at the sky. There was nothing on the burning canvas, but his eyes did not just stay here, but reached somewhere more distant. He reached a piece of broken world fragments.

He stared there, opened his lips slightly, and whispered: "You are not absent, Leon. Not this time."

And in his shadow, there was a flash of flame. Fulgrim relied on an instinct and saw a familiar face. His surprise was beyond words, and guilt followed, but the heroic soul in the shadow was just

Smile slightly.

At the end - the Lord of Mankind looked at Leman Russ.

"I'm sorry to have you take on such a responsibility," he said slowly. "I'm sorry for everything you've been through, but you have held the sword, Leman Russ, and in the end, you have ended everything."

The Fenrisians let out an unacceptable and pitiful cry. It was a sound that could not be formed into any words. It was equivalent to a roar, but it was so broken that it was heart-breaking.

He inevitably lost the strength to stand, and Vulcan immediately supported him. The world changed again, and in the blink of an eye, they were back on the Revenge again.

In front of the primarchs, their father slowly raised his sword. He stared around, and they stared back in silence. Some people thought bitterly in their hearts: Why do you know all this, father? What on earth did you see?

Why does this happen to us?

The sharp blade swung down and the flames dissipated. The man who was neither the Emperor nor the Lord of Mankind silently came to the chair behind the long table and sat down slowly.

The Imperial Guard emerged from the shadows behind him silently. Then, he took the sword from the man's hand in a matter-of-fact manner.

"I didn't see it," the man replied solemnly. "He revealed everything to me - but he also left a sentence, a sentence that I don't know how to understand."

"He wants us to seize our fate by the throat."

——

In the highest sky, a sun stopped in front of the star torch.

Strictly speaking, the Star Torch does not really exist here. The Star Torch was built deep in the Himalayas. On the entire Terra, only the Royal Palace can rival the Star Torch in terms of building size.

However, since one day thousands of years ago, the Star Torch was ignited. Since then, it has been lighting up the dark road ahead for the empire.

Its brilliance does not exist in the real world, and only psychics can use their spiritual eyes to glimpse the dazzling brilliance in the highest sky.

And this is exactly what this artificial sun needs.

The light dissipated, and a human figure made of golden light appeared inside.

The corners of the black robe seemed to be fluttering on fire. He stretched out his hand in a dull and mechanical manner, wanting to directly touch the star torch that was tens of thousands of times larger than himself. However, his palm passed through the light and failed to touch it.

encounter anything.

Instinctively, he frowned. There was no such knowledge in the legacy left by his predecessors.

He didn't understand the reason for this - in his memory, the extremely old human being he just talked to could be trusted. What he said would not be false, and he would not deceive him.

But what is going on?

The newly born god pondered for a moment, and then waved his arms. Relying on instinct, incomparable golden light bloomed from his hands, and the Star Torch immediately responded to him. He nodded, but there was still no expression on his face.

This was a joyful thing, which meant that He was one step closer to being truly born, but He was not at all happy.

He does not yet understand the meaning of emotion, and perhaps He will never understand it.

However, at this moment, a voice sounded quietly in his ears.

+revenge+

The sound was extremely soft, and if you didn't listen carefully, you wouldn't even be able to catch it. But the power of the gods made him hear it clearly at the first moment. He stopped moving, and an ignorant and budding curiosity made him

Start listening.

I don’t know if it was because He had the ability to make wishes come true, but the voice actually continued.

+Revenge revenge revenge revenge!+

Raging and strong, like a mountain roaring and a tsunami. Extreme hatred, as if his flesh and blood had been eaten by a human being. Boundless anger, as if he had witnessed something absolutely unforgivable.

He continued to listen, and at some point he became attentive. The light of the star torch fell silently from its burning top and poured into his body, but he no longer cared.

He just wanted to listen—keep listening, and keep listening. He had no emotion, and there was something in the voice that attracted him.

+Revenge us.+

Someone was wailing, like a female voice. He stared seriously, and a female soldier holding a light gun appeared in front of him. Her violet eyes were very conspicuous. Her face was blurry, but those eyes were bright.

It was instinct again - an irritable emotion began to surge in his heart, forcing him to ask: "What is your name?"

+name has no meaning+

The woman with violet eyes disappeared, and was replaced by a man wearing a green cloak with oil paint on his face. His expression was determined, almost numb.

+Must take revenge on them.+

"Who are they?" He asked again, wondering if it was an illusion. This time, his voice changed a bit. "Tell me."

The man did not answer, but disappeared. Like flying sand in the wind. The next man came forward in an instant. He was wearing a hat and his weapon was placed behind his waist. He looked very tired, as if he had been running for a long time.

+Everyone died, the traitors cut off the communication channels. We fought an unwinnable battle, my company was wiped out but we had our revenge.+

"The betrayer? Who is the betrayer? Who are you? Answer me, soul."

He stretched out his hand impatiently, trying to grab this soul and ask it to answer him, but failed. Like the souls that had appeared before, this one also disappeared.

He was silent.

There were too many things in the memory of his predecessors that he could not understand, and there were too many people whose names he did not know. And these emotions were something he had never experienced before. He was just a newly born god, except for his predecessors.

Apart from the power, all He has is a simple and simple desire.

What's even more tragic is that even this wish is not His own.

who I am?

Two hours after he was born, He had this question for himself for the first time.

+You are the living saint of the empire, our savior.+

Someone whispered to Him in the wind. He raised his head and saw a glass-like skeleton, with its jaw opening and closing, and teeth colliding with each other. Golden tears flowed from the empty eyes, as if showing mercy.

Who do you pity?

+Did you forget?+

"I don't remember at all." He replied indifferently. "Who are you?"

The glass-like skeleton did not answer, but just sighed. He quickly dissipated, and more annoyance surged from the bottom of his heart. He couldn't help but frown, revealing a seemingly painful face.

What does this feel like?

+Sir.+

A man in iron-gray armor approached from the wind, holding a long firearm in his hand, with runes flashing on the magazine. He glanced at him - runes?

Why do I know? Is it the legacy he left behind? So, can I also know this person's name?

He instinctively wanted to ask aloud, but he was afraid that he would immediately dissipate after he asked. But this person did not dissipate like other souls.

He lowered his head solemnly, hung the gun on his shoulder, and made a gesture with both hands that he couldn't understand.

+Givadoron of the World-Eating Brave salutes you, my lord, you still put yourself on the card table.+

Givadoron? Who is that?

He was thinking, but his memory seemed to be covered with a layer of fog. No matter how hard he tried and how hard he thought, he couldn't see anything clearly.

World-Eating Zhiyong showed a smile, turned around and left without saying much.

Another person walked slowly, also wearing a pair of iron-gray armor. The white shoulder armor was faded and the red trim was in tatters. The golden eagle on the chest was shining, and on the right shoulder, there was an iron-gray stripe.

The snake stayed where it was.

"Priliad?"

As if blurting out, He immediately said his name. The fog covering his memory dissipated for a moment, but soon came up again, covering everything.

He whispered: "Why don't I know this name?"

+The reasons are not important, my lord.+

The heroic soul replied, his voice calm, which seemed so small in the wind that gradually began to roar. The shouts of revenge became louder and louder, and he began to get upset, but he was still listening carefully.

+The important thing is that you are here - this is enough. Please accept this power, and you will know the meaning of revenge immediately.+

Suddenly, a strong wind blew up. Instinctively, he raised his hands to cover his face. Deep anger and hatred rose in his heart in the next second, and the light of the star torch began to roar, washing away the entire sky - a

It has never been so bright in thousands of years.

+Revenge revenge revenge revenge!+

Some roared, some cried, some wailed - they shouted and screamed from the bottom of His heart, so He responded. There was no room for thought, He responded immediately.

The golden flames rose up, and the huge force tore open the space, taking him away immediately, but the roar that came out of his mouth resounded throughout the entire universe.

"revenge--!"

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