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Just a simple blink of an eye.

Givadoron felt a chill creeping up his back - only a second had passed since Sergeant Priad disappeared, but he felt like a thorn in his back. In the blink of an eye, the man from the Iron Serpents Chapter

The soldiers disappeared without a trace.

Not to mention making any noise, if Givadoron hadn't known that his nails had been removed, he might have thought that this was an illusion created by the Butcher's Nails.

He immediately called the rest of the team members on the communication channel, but no one answered. At the same time, the sky seemed to be covered by an invisible hand, and the clear, cloudless sky turned into

In the dark night, with a few lonely stars hanging in the sky, Givadoron forced himself to stay calm.

He began to call repeatedly on the communication channel at a frequency of once a minute, and at the same time cautiously returned to the trail intersection. He originally wanted to go down the mountain immediately to find out, but the muddy path disappeared.

There were a few dead trees that were struggling to grow on the empty rock wall, and a wave of sarcasm filled his heart. Givadoron drew out his chainsword and put back the bolter. Guns are good, but they must know the target.

Shooting. When defending against this invisible enemy, he preferred to trust his chainsword.

At this moment, his vision fell into darkness - as if someone covered his eyepiece with two hands. Givadoron immediately wanted to fight back, fight, or something else. But he failed, someone seemed to

Hands reached into his lungs and grasped them tightly - and then Givadoron woke up in a familiar place.

He knows this ship.

Know every mark on this ship, every damn rust and screw. He has been on this ship for ten thousand years, watching his brothers degenerate into toys of the Blood God, dancing in His palm.

Blood and skulls offered Him a moment of joy.

Givadoron stood at the door of his room.

He kicked the door open, and what was inside was not the scene he was familiar with. Instead, it was nothingness.

Nothingness means - there is nothing here.

"The Emperor protects me," he said, while walking forward firmly. Givadoron was not fearless, on the contrary, he was terribly afraid. He was afraid that he would die here and betray Angron's trust.

He was also afraid that he would be possessed by the devil and degenerate into a more terrifying monster. But he still moved forward.

"The Emperor bless me." He repeated it again, this time, he said it more firmly.

Darkness began to envelope him, and the first thing he heard was the whispers of the dead in the darkness, hundreds of them - no, countless. Their voices passed through the thick and low curtain, and stabbed firmly into Givadoron's eardrums.

He abandoned these things and continued to move forward. Then, he heard heavy breathing. Even his modified eyes and eyepieces with night vision functions could not penetrate the deep darkness, and he walked very slowly——

Very slowly. Givadoron's heavy footsteps echoed in this realm of nothingness.

Then he realized what it was.

is a devil.

This discovery made his teeth feel sore, but Givadoron's hand holding the weapon remained steady. But his face inevitably became distorted, and then, something spoke.

"Givadoron, my sergeant - long time no see."

Givadoron was like falling into an ice cave, and he was very familiar with that voice. It smiled lowly, poked its head out of the darkness, licked its mouth, and made a wet sound: "Hello, Givadoron.

I want to ask you to do something for me."

The sergeant of the War Dogs - the sergeant of the World Eaters - the sergeant living in isolation on the traitor's ship - the sergeant of the World Eaters - Givadoron, closed his eyes in despair. Before that, he

Clearly seeing the face of the thing that had been his genetic father.

Then the monster in the dark heard him say, "No. No."

It laughed lowly again, like thunder, like the dead crying. After hearing that laughter, Givadoron was very sure that no matter who it was, what was standing here now was a monster.

It approached him.

Fear once again clenched his heart, and Givadorun felt humiliated. But the Astartes were not indestructible, and they still had something to fear. For Givadorun, this was his deepest nightmare.

He closed his eyes tightly and heard it say: "What are you afraid of?"

The Emperor protects me.

"He is not here, Givadoron. It's just you and me."

The Emperor protects me.

"He can't protect you, and He can't protect Himself!" it roared. "Because sooner or later I will kill in front of Him, and I will hollow out the chests of all His people in front of Him, cut off their ribs, and blood.

The walls of Terra will be painted over. Everything they hold dear will cease to exist!"

"And you! Givadoron!"

Its wild laughter echoed in the darkness: "You will be my vanguard!"

Will I?

Givadoron asked himself, and the hazy ten thousand years appeared before his eyes again. A dead bone held his hand, followed by another warm hand. He heard a completely different voice say: "Swallow

Givadoron the Worlder is dead, and now standing here is the Captain of the First Company of the World-Eating Braves - the Legion will rise, and we will rise from the ashes!"

"The betrayal and humiliation of the past need to be repaid with blood, with your blood, with my blood, with the blood of the enemy!"

Givadoron opened his eyes and looked carefully at the monster in the darkness.

Looking at its big mouth covered with fangs, looking at its bright red face with peeling skin. A huge monster covered in smoke stood in front of him, looking down at him. The monster's eyes were burning in the darkness, as if they were

Two unquenched fireballs, boiling with the color of blood.

He suddenly understood what courage is.

"No."

Givadoron said.

It slowly opened its eyes and heard Givadoron's voice, which was extremely firm, as if a thousand people were talking with him. It was shocking: "I spurn you! Monster! I spurn you who surrendered to that evil god.

coward!"

Givadorun roared and swung his chainsword.

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Angron sat in the main control room, feeling uneasy. He frowned and tried to calm himself down. But he couldn't do it. For some reason, a feeling of uneasiness crawled on his back and never went away.

"...What's going on?" He frowned and murmured, and suddenly a terrifying vision appeared in front of his eyes - that was the face of Givadoron, who was screaming in pain in the darkness.

, as if fighting something.

The illusion lasted for almost a second. A second later, Angron suddenly woke up. He Shenyan looked at him with concern. Before he could speak, Angron held his hand and said eagerly: "Help me

A handful!"

The mage narrowed his eyes, and the golden light lit up again.

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“How dare you resist me——?!Resist your father?!”

The monster roared and threw him to the ground. With just a cover, Givadoron painfully vomited out a large mouthful of blood mixed with internal organs. The monster roared angrily and continued: "Disobey your creation."

By?!"

"You are not...my father, let alone my creator."

Givadoron struggled to ignore the pain that came from the lower part of his chest when he spoke. He said slowly but clearly: "The person I knew is dead. You have his memory and wear his skin. But you are not

Him, you are a coward, a monster. You turned your back on us... and surrendered to Him."

The first company commander of the World-Eating Brave laughed miserably: "You are a slave."

The monster trembled all over. It strode to Givadoron lying on the ground, raised its huge claws and wanted to tear him apart completely. At this moment, a golden light penetrated the thick darkness.

.

"Stay away from him—!"

An angry voice roared into the dark space and hit the monster's head hard.

Givadoron opened his eyes wide and looked at the back of the figure standing in front of him.

Angron slowly clenched his hands, and a touch of golden lightning condensed in his hands, slowly forming a lightning axe. The monster was stunned in disbelief, and it stopped in place. For a while, Givadoron

It felt like the devil's face was crying.

But it was only for a moment.

"You——!" Every muscle fiber on the monster's exposed, skinless face began to tremble. "You——!"

"What did He do?!" It roared and rushed over, the earth trembled, and the thick darkness turned into a crimson blood mist. The two unquenched fireballs completely burned at this time, with a scarlet light.

It was extremely dazzling. Facing this terrifying offensive, Angron just calmly raised his hands.

"clang--!"

"He did nothing." Angron said in a contradictory tone, sounding both pity and anger. "You have to ask yourself, what have you done?"

He swung the ax, forcing the monster to retreat. At the same time, he slammed the ax blade on the ground, causing lightning to surge.

"I did what I had to do!" Every syllable of the monster's words contained unbreakable hatred. "Do you want to know the truth? The truth is!"

It walked forward despite the lightning, looked into Angron's eyes, and allowed him to see his face clearly. The skin and flesh were burnt and gave off a pungent stench, but it didn't care and just roared: "I'm dead."

!I died in Nuceria, in the mountains to the north of the city of Deshiia, together with my brothers!”

"Since then, the man named Angron has died! Only a body remains! What do you understand?! Tell me!" It waved its claws, forcing Angron to face it head-on.

Fighting. The speed of that moment convinced Angron that he could not completely avoid it.

"I know a lot." Angron suddenly said in a calm tone. "I also know another thing, you will die here."

The monster slowly opened his mouth and showed a ferocious smile: "Very good, we will wait and see."