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Cassandra Vanleskus pulled the trigger.

The muzzle of R-2 jumped slightly, and the navigator fell at her feet. His head had become a puddle of flesh splattered on the wall. Mrs. Cassandra glanced at the traitor with disgust and continued to buckle the gun in anger.

He fired the trigger twice, smashing the golden eagle on his chest.

This sign of heresy and blasphemy made her furious. She could not understand why these traitors could act so openly on the fleet of the Lord of Mankind, and even disdained to pretend.

Ingratitude is a kind of evil blasphemy, and these stupid people who have completely forgotten who they owe to survive in the cold universe are simply hateful!

At the same time, another emotion began to surge in her heart - that was the shame and anger after being deceived. She had been deceived by a group of traitors for so long, and even led them on a revenge expedition! She became

Vanguard Army!

Deep shame surged in her heart, and she thought, Cassandra Vanleskus, you are simply discrediting your surname! The ancestors of the Vanleskus family will be ashamed of you!

All kinds of emotions, superimposed together, prompted her to start yelling.

"You shameless bastard!"

She looked at the traitor who shamelessly wore the symbol of the evil god on his body with hatred, and roared angrily: "Hateful traitor, shameful heretic! I really misjudged you. Come on, O'Neill, you are hiding so deeply!

"

After a brief moment of venting her emotions, she regained some composure.

Without wasting any more time, she jumped over the navigator's body and came to the front of the meditator array on the bridge. After a series of complicated verification procedures, this ancient machine, which was hundreds of years old, began to come alive.

Kassandra looked at it nervously, hoping that the Lord of Mankind could make it operate smoothly without any problems.

She also hopes that Wen Zhen can send her message accurately - the pollution has spread so deeply on her ship, what else is hidden behind it?

She didn't dare to think about it.

The revenge expedition cannot stop here, absolutely not. This is the last hope of the empire, and it is also the dawn of humanity after struggling to survive in the cold and cruel galaxy for ten thousand years.

If she and the Ring have to fall here, blocking the path of others, then let the Vengeance turn them into dust in the universe with a salvo.

There are always victims in war, and she is willing to start with herself.

Complex data streams began to flash on the wide and bulky screen of the Thinker Array, and the running speed of the pattern array was also slowed down by it. Due to time constraints, the Holy Ring did not have time to completely replace the pattern array - the Thinker Array remained the same.

Handling most of the ship's mechanical operations, this has also led to today's embarrassing situation.

Cassandra's eyes widened and she began to read the confusing data and binary codes. After more than ten seconds, she gritted her teeth angrily, like a lioness baring her teeth.

Those data streams told her that if she wanted to send another message, she would need to wait for a full fifteen minutes. The Thinker array needed to be warmed up to fully mobilize its performance to match the computing power required by the Pattern array...

Dear Tzeentch, where do I have fifteen minutes to fight for? My ship has been occupied by heretics. These deeply hidden traitors even dare to wear the aquila symbol that represents their belief in the evil god and wave it in front of me...

..

Without time to think more, Kassandra manually manipulated the cogitator to lock the bridge door. If the traitors really found her, then she hoped that this loyal door was almost as old as the existence of the Holy Ring.

A solid door can help her ward off them.

She needs time.

Now, everything is completely silent here.

The dark starry sky shone in front of her through the huge cold portholes. Colorful rays and the remnants of the traitor ships that had been bombed not long ago were floating quietly among the planets. Thousands of planets belonging to the Empire are now gone.

He was completely swallowed up by the demons and monsters pouring out of the big rift.

She breathed silently, suppressing her anxiety and anger. But at this moment, an intermittent, sharp and distorted noise came to her ears.

A noise that has been working hard for a long time and is still trying.

Where does this sound come from?

She didn't know, but somehow she felt at ease.

She began to pray instinctively—not to Tzeentch, but to the Lord of Mankind, the God of Mankind.

"Warning...the wearer has been contaminated...warning...sanity cannot be injected..."

The warning sounds came one after another, and finally they even superimposed to form a frenzy of words, one after another. The intermittent mechanical sounds sounded like thunder in her ears, and her heart, which had been occupied by darkness, was suddenly filled with confusion.

A doubt arose.

It had just been born and was the last remaining warmth of humanity's shattered sanity. The cold sea water could not extinguish this temperature, and the darkness could not prevent it from blooming in the heart of Cassandra Vanleskus.

At the same time, in the highest sky, the light of the star torch shines brightly. A statue of a god that has not yet been conceived is roaring and shouting furiously.

Countless victims and faces of those who died surged in the light. At this moment, the light actually penetrated the chaotic flow of chaos in the subspace and shone on the pair of eyes covering Cassandra Valle.

Scouse's eyes and hands with ears.

She saw reality again, heard the truth again, and the thoughts that emerged from the sea of ​​darkness began to boil more and more clearly in her mind, until it became a huge echo that occupied all her thinking abilities.

The armor I wear is called the Sky Eagle, and the evil gods worn by the traitors also look like the Sky Eagle...

Cassandra Vaneskus's eyes widened—eyes wide with despair and shock.

"warn!"

After thousands of attempts, the voice of the built-in pattern array of the Sky Eagle finally reached her ears accurately again and again: "The wearer has been contaminated! Sanity cannot be injected! Warning! The wearer has been contaminated,

Reason cannot be injected!"

The voice was no longer distorted, but it was still sharp and terrifying. Under the urging of this voice, she began to recall what she had done and everything - the conversation with the three leaders of the Vostonian First Sons, where

Then his mind suddenly became dull...

She killed Colonel Dieter Karma with her own hands and cut open his chest and abdomen, painted a blasphemous array with blood, and devoured his internal organs... The array had been warning her from beginning to end, but she couldn't hear it at all.

She didn't even know what she had done.

Kassandra looked pale as she remembered the twitching in her stomach when she stood next to the body of Colonel Dieter Kama. It was more intense now. The famously tough fleet commander retched.

Tears of despair flowed from her eyes - she had fully realized what she had done.

But...when did the evil god start playing with her mind?!

No, I can't continue thinking about it. I may continue to fall into madness at any time...

Kassandra turned her head, raised the muzzle of the gun, and blew up the cogitator array without hesitation. She was not sure whether her brief lucidity was caused by the power of chaos, and she must destroy it while she could still maintain her sanity.

The Thinker Array will do. The previous message may have been sent, but she will not let the second blasphemous message leave the Holy Ring.

Sparks flew from this precious relic, and the components that had been repaired by countless devout craftsmen and priests on the Holy Ring were all destroyed at this moment. The voice of the Aquila's built-in array was still warning her over and over again.

, the mechanically synthesized sound sounds so pleasant at the moment.

However, there is one more thing she needs to do.

"Lian Zhen, start self-destruction, destroy any records and videos related to this matter in your records, and do not allow any possibility of contamination to flow out."

Cassandra Vaneskus calmly ordered it, and the formation responded to her command after a moment of silence.

"Understood. I'm glad that you can return to normal for a short time, wearer. It's been a pleasure walking with you. The self-destruction will begin immediately. There are still forty seconds left before completion. You can use this time to commit suicide, otherwise I will kill myself.

The intense heat brought about by the destruction will make your life worse than death."

"That's exactly what I want."

Kassandra Vaneskus said firmly: "I have done something wrong, and I should atone for it. I don't know if the Emperor will forgive me, but I must punish myself for my disloyalty and stupidity - The Emperor

Ah, please protect those who are still loyal on the Holy Ring..."

She fell to her knees and began to chant the Emperor's Prayer endlessly during her final moments.

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There was a laugh in the void, but she didn't hear it. The instigator quickly moved away from this place, and the brilliance of the Star Torch was beyond the body she was using at this time. She didn't have much time left to stay in this world, and she had to take advantage of it.

Use this last moment to make the world a little more chaotic.

Khorne loves war and killing, Slaanesh loves pleasure and enjoyment, and Nurgle only wants to study plague and spread life. But she is different, she has no purpose, no plan, and no rules.

She just wants the world to change.

Those mortals who were lucky enough to learn about the existence of Chaos thought she wanted to destroy the world - wrong, if the possibility of destroying the world really existed, Tzeentch would spare no effort to destroy it. The world must exist, if the world does not exist, her existence

It will also be meaningless.

She was not upset about this impromptu failure - in her world, there was no such thing as 'victory'. Everyone was fighting for victory, but she just wanted to see the world become better.

Burning in an unpredictable flame.

The star torch shone brightly at this moment. She glanced at it with a smile, and then quickly flew away on the endless ocean in the supreme sky. With a burst of joyful laughter, she disappeared from this world, and no shadow remained.

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Revenge.

When the star torch flickered, He Shenyan ended his discussion with Robert Guilliman.

The mage's frown made Guilliman immediately stand up - after the last lesson, he no longer dared to take it lightly.

In his opinion, the teacher is good at everything else, but he doesn't like to explain things clearly, which is a headache. Let alone explaining, he won't tell you what happened even if he finishes the matter.

Fortunately, he didn't teach like this, otherwise Guilliman estimated that he might not be able to cast any complete magic now.

"Teacher, what's wrong?"

He Shenyan glanced at him and gestured for him to sit down: "The star torch just flickered - passively, something pulled it."

"...could it be Terra?"

"No, I think not."

Even though he said this, the mage's brows furrowed even more tightly.

"Terra is now out of danger, and the Webway has been completely burned and destroyed by me. It is impossible for the demons to violate the rules of the Supreme Heaven and forcefully squeeze out from a place that has no exit... Even if there are traitors now

Anyone who dares to raid Terra will immediately be turned into dust in the universe by the defense measures of the Terra space station thousands of miles away."

"What I'm really worried about is Cassandra Vaneskus and her Holy Ring... Do you remember Dorn's words?"

Of course Robert Guilliman remembers.

The reason why Donne gives people a stable impression is not only because of his face that almost never smiles, but also because he thinks carefully before every time he speaks to ensure that he can express his meaning in the shortest possible words.

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Rogal Dorn keenly pointed out at that meeting that the Great Rift in the Barblomis system where Cassandra Vaneskus and her Holy Ring were located was operating with extraordinary activity.

"Can move the star torch..."

The mage suddenly snorted coldly and narrowed his eyes: "There is still a day and a half away from the Pablomis galaxy, Robert... there is still a day and a half."

He raised his head.

"Center, issue a ship-wide order. Update the mission. After arriving in the Bablomis system, we will no longer dock with the Holy Ring. Be ready to scan. I will scan the Holy Ring the moment it enters the detection range.

Give its specific circumstances.”

Robert Guilliman shook his head slightly. With some intuition, he no longer had any optimistic thoughts about Lady Cassandra and her fleet. Although he hoped that they could survive, but...

..

Whether it was based on rational speculation or speculation based on the mage's reaction, he could not deceive himself into being optimistic.

He sighed and smiled bitterly - Cassandra Vaneskus and he were old acquaintances. The reason why this lady was able to stand out among many outstanding naval admirals and become the commander of the advance force was

His recommendation is indispensable. But...

"This expedition is called revenge, Robert."

The mage's voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"We avenge those who are dead, avenge those who are still ravaged, avenge those planets swallowed by war and darkness... and avenge ourselves, and Cassandra Van Le

Scouse, along with the crew of the Holy Ring, may become one of the many casualties in a day and a half."

Guilliman raised his head and saw the mage's eyes shining with golden light.

"Then, we will avenge them." He said. "No matter who is the instigator."