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The bottom floor of the Revenge.

Unlike the brightness in other parts of the battleship, it is extremely dark here - after all, this is a specially opened cemetery.

The dead don't need light, they just need to rest. A weak beam of light fell from the sky and hit Sergeant Pullyard's coffin. His remains lay quietly inside, dry and thin, not at all like Aspen.

Tate's remains.

He is the first guest here, and He Shenyan sincerely hopes that he will be the last.

"Raise your sword."

Yinsel stood in front of the crowd and whispered.

As his words fell, the Astartes monks of the Iron Serpent Chapter raised their weapons one after another. The power sword and the chain sword reflected each other.

The sound of the chainsword and power sword activating kept echoing in this vast dark space, and their crimson eyepieces were dotted with light in the darkness, staring at the dead brother.

"Sergeant Pullyard died. Along with the remaining nine members of his team, their file status has been changed to missing. I hope to see their return."

He Shenyan's voice came from the darkness in front of the coffin, and he slowly walked out of the deep darkness. His expression was calm and could not be seen as happy or sad.

"Sergeant Priad and his Damocles team were ordered by me to go to that planet for an investigation mission. Therefore, their disappearance and Sergeant Priad's death are to be blamed on me."

The Astartes stood silently in the darkness, watching He Shenyan put his hand on the sergeant's coffin. The golden light gathered and illuminated his profile. It also illuminated the undecorated coffin.

With the advantage of distance, Insel could clearly see a line of small words engraved on the top of the coffin lid.

'Never stop.'

"I would like to say that I avenged them, but I can't say that - yes, Abaddon is dead. The Chaos traitor who claimed to be the Warmaster died without a body, and his flagship was also blown up by us.

It's a good thing that all that's left around the Great Rift are the insignificant Chaos warbands, but I still feel..."

He breathed out softly: "Angry."

"One Abaddon is not enough, nor is one ship..."

He Shenyan's voice was getting deeper and deeper, and the light was getting dimmer and dimmer.

Inser could hear the coffin lid being slowly closed, and the dry and harsh friction sounded extremely uncomfortable. However, at the same time, a wave of anger rose in his heart.

Yes, not enough. He silently echoed.

"It is never enough, warriors. Brothers of Sergeant Priad, Astartes of the Iron Serpents Chapter... We have triumphed, but are you satisfied with that?"

Four hundred and sixty voices said in unison: "No."

Two dots of golden light shone in the darkness, staring at a patch of scarlet light in front of him: "Yes, no. We will never be satisfied."

His voice became louder: "Unless we drive out all enemies of mankind!"

There was a great golden light and he was roaring.

"Hunt! Warriors! We are going to hunt! We will not accept any surrender, any form of weakness or roundabout tactics! From now on, when we find our enemies in the universe, we will blast them to pieces in the universe! We will

Find the enemy on the planet and kill them on the planet! We will fight in the forest, fight in the Gobi Desert, fight in the hive, and fight wherever we are needed!"

"Until they are all dead! Until that day we can come back here... and say to Sergeant Pullyard, may you rest in peace."

They heard low laughter coming from the darkness, and their hearts surged.

They want to kill like never before.

Never like this.

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"You killed it?"

"I wish I had killed it."

Angron said to He Shenyan across the medical cabin. Half of his face was being repaired. At this time, he could still see the pale bones and squirming muscles, which looked particularly terrifying.

He said darkly: "Its owner took it away."

"This... doesn't quite fit Khorne's character."

He Shenyan replied thoughtfully: "He should be more happy to see a death battle between you and it. No matter which one of you dies, it will be a kind of enjoyment for Him."

As he spoke, he made a gesture: "We can put this question aside for a while - Angron, how do you feel?"

"It's not good." Angron said calmly. "I can barely feel my right hand. The repair process is really too long."

He turned and glanced at his empty right hand: "...and, why do I feel so itchy?"

"This is normal. You can't expect the medical cabin to treat subspace creatures like you so smoothly." He Shenyan laughed, while ignoring Angron's slightly distorted "What did you say?!".

"Itching is a good thing. It proves that your hand is being repaired. According to my estimation, if you continue at this rate, you will be able to come out of the medical cabin in three days at the latest."

"It's too slow." Angron frowned, and then relaxed. "But it will definitely not be any better than me."

The original body of the World-Eating Brave smiled, and thanks to his incompletely repaired face, this smile was really difficult to describe: "I almost chopped it into pieces... Unfortunately, at the last moment, it

But it disappeared."

"There will be a chance."

"Yes, there will be a chance." Angron sighed.

"But, then again, isn't there anything you can do to make me get back to my old self right away? This is really inconvenient."

He tried his best to show his left hand cautiously. Since the repair process inside the medical cabin required the injured to go to sleep, Angron's body was restrained. Although he was briefly awakened, the restraint was not released.

"No."

"Really?" Angron asked doubtfully. "You can move the planet and pull the traitors out of the subspace, but you can't make me recover immediately?"

"cannot."

He Shenyan repeated his answer expressionlessly.

Then, he said angrily: "What do you think I am? A wish-granting machine that answers all requests? You are a Primarch! Essentially, you have nothing to do with humans... You are a subspace creature! Let

You recover immediately? Then the big demons who have seen ghosts will have to wait for a while to be reborn after they die!"

"Hey! Forget about the subspace creatures!"

Angron yelled a warning, and then the mage put his feet on the medical cabin. He was originally lying smoothly and began to shake his body involuntarily.

When he finally stopped shaking, the mage stepped in again and said unceremoniously: "Are you dissatisfied?"

"...Even if it's true, you can't say it everywhere." Angron made a small protest.

"I just said what?" He Shenyan rolled his eyes. "I have said this in front of the emperor himself. If you have any dissatisfaction, you can have a good chat with him when we return to Terra.

chat."

"...What did you do?" Angron looked at him in disbelief, as shocked as seeing an greenskin who loved art and hated fighting.

The mage ignored him. He walked to the door of the room, and the smooth wall automatically cracked, and the room fell into darkness again. Angron could only hear his slightly distorted voice: "Have a good rest, Angron, the battle is far from over.

.”

Of course I know.

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Waking up from the medical cabin, Givadoron sat up with a cough. Part of the treatment fluid accumulated in his lungs had been discharged from his body, but some was still stuck in his throat, and he had to cough for a while.

After feeling completely adapted, Givadoron walked out of the medical cabin. The lights turned on automatically and remained dim so that Givadoron could adapt. While illuminating the darkness, it also illuminated a person sitting next to him.

Figures in the distance.

"...Sir?" Givadoron asked doubtfully.

The mysterious visitor slightly revealed half of his face from the darkness, and he seemed not to be in a very happy mood. With a flick of his finger, Givadoron's sticky and naked skin became cleaner, and even more

He put a robe on him.

"Sit down, Givadoron, I have something to tell you."

A chair appeared behind Givadoron, fitting his huge figure.

"What's the matter with you? Is it about the mission briefing? Yes, I haven't had time to write yet—"

"——No, it has nothing to do with this, Givadoron."

The mage sat in the darkness, tapping the side edges of the armrests of the chair with his fingers, and said calmly: "I'm here to inform you about the death of Sergeant Priad."

Givadoron nodded silently: "...Then, I hope he dies a worthy death."

"He is indeed so." The mage's voice was a little erratic.

"The planet was briefly pulled into the warp, where time lost its meaning. Sergeant Priad's helmet recorded an uninterrupted call for three hundred years, once a minute. According to the Power Armor itself

According to the server records, he climbed for a total of 413 years, two months and five days."

The emperor is above.

Givadoron closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and was surprised to find that his voice could sound so dry and hoarse: "How... did he do it?"

"I don't know about it either, Givadoron. Frankly speaking, he should have died due to a warp storm in the two hundredth year of his climb - his helmet recorded some of Sergeant Priad's

Whispering, he complained a few times about the damn wind. But according to my guess, it wasn't the wind."

"You understand? He refused death."

The Master said softly: "Then, after the climb without supplies, no response, and no companions lasted for a full four hundred and thirteen years, two months and five days, Sergeant Pullyard completed his mission.

.To be precise, he completed your mission. He inserted the surface scanner into the top of the mountain, and he didn't call my name until he died."

He stood up from the chair, pacing around the dark room with his hands behind his back: "It's a worthy death, yes, it's indeed a worthy death. But as long as he shouts that..."

He Shenyan's voice sounded extremely confused: "I can receive his signal - I can bring him back. Not only him, but the other members of the Damocles team as well. No one chose to call me

name."

"I'm here to ask you to answer this question for me, Givadoron."

After a long silence, Givadoron replied: "I can't tell the reason, sir. Why Sergeant Priad can refuse death by his own will, I think no one can understand. But.

..I may be able to guess a little bit about why they chose not to call your name.”

"why?"

"Because our lives are insignificant compared to yours." Givadoron said extremely seriously.

"Each of our lives is the Emperor's currency - you are not among them. If you are, it must be the one that is priceless and will never be traded. We have become Astartes long ago.

At that time, you already knew that your fate was just death, so what was there to fear?"

"Perhaps the only thing we fear is this. That is, our death itself cannot be exchanged for the same value - an Astartes killed five traitors before he died. Very well, he died well. He killed twenty

One, he is qualified to enter the history of the Chapter, and his name will be sung..."

"And Sergeant Priad..." Givadoron said slowly, very slowly. "He is our role model."

He Shenyan almost sighed.

madness.

In his view of values, these Astartes seemed to be all stupid in the same mold, even hopelessly stupid. They had countless hopes of survival, but they chose the most harsh path.

But...he had to say this, yes, he had to - "Givadoron, I admire you."

Givadoron heard He Shenyan's voice and saw his sparkling golden eyes: "You are right, Sergeant Priad is our role model."

"Come on, Sergeant Givadoron, I have something to show you."

A blue light flashed, and they appeared inside a bright room. Givadoron stared at the power armor in front of him, somewhat lost in thought.

The main body is iron gray, the white shoulder armor has almost faded to black, and the red trim is also in disrepair. The golden eagle on the chest, which represents the empire, is still intact, but it also looks dilapidated.

The same is true for the Iron Serpents chapter emblem on the right shoulder, which has been almost faded to the point of being invisible. Hanging on the waist is a power sword and an ocean spear, and a bolter and three spare magazines are on the right side.

It hangs completely on the thigh.

"This is...?"

"This is Sergeant Priad's armor, Givadoron."

As if to confirm his words, the armor's eyepiece lit up after a buzzing sound. Givadoron suddenly clenched his right fist and took two steps back, shocked.

"This...him?!"

"Relax," He Shenyan said. "Sergeant Pullyard himself has indeed ended his service, but his armor seems unwilling."

"To be honest, all the monks on the ship have their own armors, but your power armor is too old, Givadoron... So, are you willing to inherit Sergeant Priad's power?"

First?"

There was a smile in his voice: "We must respect the machine spirit, Sergeant Givadoron."

Givadoron stepped forward, picked up the helmet, and saw his reflection in the scarlet eyepiece. In a daze, his shoulder seemed to be tapped lightly.

"I understand." Givadoron replied in a low voice.