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Climb, never-ending climb.

Pullyard started climbing from the foot of the mountain. He had no relevant rock climbing training, but his strength and reflexes made him stronger than any free-standing rock climber. The transformation surgery fundamentally changed his existence as a human being. In a certain

In this sense, they can no longer be regarded as pure human beings.

Captain and Sergeant of the Damocles Squadron of the Iron Serpent Chapter, Priad, who is proficient in combat, is on a never-ending climb. What he wants is simple.

Complete the mission, that's all.

Ignoring the cold wind in the mountain, he cast a cold gaze on the withered bones born from the rock wall, and then crushed them with his foot. He just went up, and then continued to go up.

"Complete the mission." He muttered silently. "I must complete the mission."

How long has passed?

He didn't know, it felt like a year, and it seemed like a hundred years. The time here was stretched, and one second no longer meant one second, and one minute no longer meant one minute. The counter displayed on his eyepiece even

Sometimes it would go negative, and Puyard forced himself not to pay attention to it.

During the climb, he remembered some past events that he had not seen for a long time. Those were past events before he became a Brother Astartes - tragic, past events.

He still remembers it, but not very clearly.

He remembered holding his father's skull and staring into his empty eye sockets. Then he raised his head and looked at his mother's naked body hanging on the flagpole. The crazy laughter of the traitors, the smell of blood, and the stench could be heard in his ears.

Intruding into his nasal cavity, an unspeakable hatred rose from his heart.

They underestimated a child's determination.

When the Iron Serpents found him, Priad had already killed twelve mortal traitors on his own.

The weapon he relied on was a mediocre dagger, not even sharp. No one could tell how he used that dagger to pierce the traitor's armor.

No one cares.

He was immediately declared an Astartes reserve and was sent to Itaka, the home planet of the Iron Serpents Chapter, to begin rigorous and long-term training. Any mistake might cause him to be kicked out of the reserve, but Pulia

De completed his task well and got this name.

During that long boring life, he not only exercised his body, but also began to strengthen his mind.

Starting from words, he read and understood human history bit by bit - only the parts he could know.

Whenever the word "Emperor" appears in the book, Sergeant Pulliad will appear extremely pious. Even some brother priests feel that he should not join the battle company.

They invited Sergeant Priad, but the latter refused: he only wanted to sow death for the Emperor.

After ten years as a reserve, he became a full member.

He survived the transformation surgery; he hunted the Kraken in the sea with his body and a spear, and he succeeded; he survived the battle company, facing the ferocious green-skinned beasts and Dark Eldar.

Sergeant Pullyard never failed a mission.

there has never been.

He's proud of it.

I am the Emperor's blade, and my life is his currency. I must complete the mission. I may not be remembered, but I will keep more people alive.

Yes.

I must complete the task.

Pullyard's hands were stuck between the rock crevices like iron pliers, and he continued to move upwards, endlessly. The muscles in his arms were already horribly sore.

For the Astartes, this is almost impossible.

They'd be tired, but not sore. The reconstructive surgery had taken away that function - unless he overloaded his muscles for too long. It wasn't the pain-sensing part of his brain that was telling him, but the arm itself.

Punishing him.

They seemed to be screaming at him: Stop! You will destroy yourself!

However, Sergeant Pullyard still did not stop, and even refused to allow anyone to lie on the rock wall for a brief breather.

His actions represent his answer.

No.

The pressure reading in the eyepiece slowly rose, climbing to a terrifying height.

A warning came from his power armor. The artificial muscles and servers were no longer operating smoothly. Pulliad took off his helmet and stared above him like lightning. He let go and let the helmet that had been with him for a long time fall down.

Between the cliffs, it makes a hollow echo.

Since this thing can no longer help him, he no longer needs it.

There is only one thing he needs.

Priad muttered in his voice unaltered by the breathing grille: "Mission accomplished."

He continued climbing.

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Ezekiel stood with his arms folded across his chest, looking seriously at the monitor inside the main control room.

Although no enemy warships could approach them, the Chaos traitors could always find a way, and he didn't want to gamble on the one percent possibility.

The shield captain stood beside him, and Lictor also stood aside with a serious attitude. His face was expressionless, so cold that he didn't even look like a human being. Only the occasional flash of light in his eyes could make people feel that he was

Still alive.

The center of the array began to buzz, and two seconds later, it said: "A communication request was received from the missing monk of the Iron Serpents Chapter, Sergeant Priad."

Ezekiel and Lictor looked at each other, and the shield captain nodded to him. So, Ezekiel said: "Accept."

The light curtain unfolded, and the complete surface of a planet was revealed. Every detail on it is lifelike and can be requested. The center of the array said: "Sergeant Priad has installed a scanner."

"Where is he?"

The center of the array changed the light screen, and a familiar planet appeared in front of Ezekiel and Lictor - it was the planet where they carried out the mission.

"Can I have a call with him?"

"Negative, Captain Ezekiel. Sergeant Poulliard's helmet does not seem to be with him, and communication with him is impossible."

"Where is his power armor? The power armor itself also has a server. Connect to that and let us see his vital signs." Lictor suddenly said. "Also, where are the other members of the Damocles team?"

"The remaining members cannot be detected." The center of the circle paused, and for the first time there was such a pause in the rigid tone, which was quite unsettling.

It said: "... based on his vital signs, Sergeant Poulliard was medically deemed dead. But he was still moving."

"Turn around."

He Shenyan's voice suddenly appeared in the main control room, with unconcealed fatigue: "Go back to that planet and teleport Sergeant Priad back to the Revenge... No, I will do it myself.

"

"grown ups?!"

"I'm fine." He Shenyan coughed. "In addition, prepare three medical cabins for me. Someone has been seriously injured."

Ten minutes later, He Shenyan appeared from the blue light. As soon as he appeared, he asked: "Where is the medical cabin?"

"Ready."

"Adjust to the highest specifications, and change two of them to the original body level." He quickly gave the order. "There is no need to save energy, they must be allowed to recover quickly."

He turned his head and said to Ezekiel: "Your mission has changed. Take your people, the company commander. Go to the warehouse on the ground floor to mobilize some Cadian soldiers and board the Deep Destruction to attack and board the flagship.

We will kill everyone and bring back the monks from the Iron Snake Chapter, do you understand?"

Ezekiel performed the Eagle Salute, said nothing, and carried out the intra-ship teleportation with murderous intent.

"Lictor—" He Shenyan turned around and said to the quiet shield guard captain: "You come with me, and we will bring Sergeant Puyard back."

"As commanded."

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The strong wind on the top of the mountain blew across his face, and Sergeant Pullyard sat between two boulders. The scanner was in front of him, protected by him to ensure that if there were any possible attackers, it would be there.

Was attacked by him immediately.

Until a burst of blue light appears.

Your Excellency - and a Custodian, walked out of the blue light. Sergeant Pulliad relaxed a little, but still not completely. He wanted to speak, but he couldn't make any sound. His mind began to lose control.

It became no longer clear, and in a state of confusion, Sergeant Pullyard suddenly realized a fact.

He fell to the ground, and Lictor stretched out his hand to catch him like a prophet, and carefully placed Sergeant Priad between two boulders.

He Shenyan stared at him.

Sergeant Pullyard's face - no, it can no longer be called a face. It is a skeleton, with skin that is so dry that it may even turn into fly ash with just one touch, hanging on his cheekbones and eye sockets

The sky is empty, eyes have long been lost.

He Shenyan stretched out his hand and gently touched Sergeant Puyard's armor. His power armor began to undress on its own, part by part flying up in the air, and finally formed a formation behind Sergeant Puyard.

The original appearance. Even the helmet that fell on the cliff flew back.

The power armor stood behind Sergeant Priad, his power sword and ocean spear were held in his hands, and his bolter was hung on his waist.

And what about Sergeant Pullyard himself?

He looked like he had been dead for a long time, at least a hundred years.

The muscles atrophied and the skin withered. Even the black carapace became discolored. A skeleton sat quietly between two boulders, with its head lowered, staring at the scanner in front of it.

He Shenyan suddenly said: "Have we mastered the surface data of this planet?"

"Exactly." Lictor bowed slightly and replied calmly.

"Brilliant, Sergeant Pullyard, marvelous."

He Shenyan murmured: "You have completed your mission and your service is over."

He stretched out his hand again and placed it on Sergeant Puyard's skeletal face. Golden light gushed out from his palm and surrounded Sergeant Puyard. The Shield Captain lowered his proud head deeply -

—Priyard deserves his respect, and everyone's respect.

"Then, I wish you return to Him." He Shenyan said slowly.

"Sleep under His throne, Sergeant Priad. Your Chapter will be proud of you, and the Vengeance will be proud of you. When we return to the Imperium, the Imperium will be proud of you. Anyone who hears

Anyone who bears your name will know what a role model you are."

"I... hope you rest in peace, Sergeant."

He retracted his arm, turned around, and originally wanted to leave. But Lictor stopped where he was, and the shield captain called his name in an unprecedented tone of shock: "Sir!"

He Shenyan turned around.

Sergeant Priad's skeleton was still sitting in place, but his armor was not. The power armor started to walk spontaneously, walking behind him and Lictor, in a protective posture. Even the eyepieces were restored again.

It lit up.

What's the explanation?

No explanation.

The armor seemed to have a life of its own. The moment He Shenyan's eyes met, he knelt down on one knee - this was obviously impossible. Without the control of the Astartes, the power armor itself could not be made.

Such actions.

In this situation, it was as if Sergeant Poulliard was still inside his armor.

He Shenyan smiled.

"It seems that he refuses to rest in peace, Lictor." He Shenyan said softly.

The shield captain's breathing was no longer calm.