John's day began with prayer.
Fatigue invaded him, making his eyelids drowsy, and the rough sleeping bag was extremely warm. He didn't want to get up, and every aching muscle in his body was fighting against the act of "getting up".
"Having delusional thoughts often leads to laziness."
John suddenly thought of the words in the Book of Proverbs. He should fight against his laziness. Those who indulge in laziness will fall into the path of lust, so even though he felt uncomfortable all over, he still dragged himself out of the sleeping bag.
Then he recited the Book of Holy Words while taking care of his weapons - a plasma and a dagger, which were enough for him.
Two weapons, a simple steel angel statue, and a cheap necklace given by his lover. Other than that, John had no other personal belongings.
He put his things away and yawned to get the nutrition blocks. The sleeping bag was not his. As an auxiliary army, they used these supplies on a rotating basis.
Their fleet is currently parked on a hive near Baal, and the First Legion classifies it as "still valuable".
Because of this, this slightly corrupted planet was not burned into a glass bead by the cruel Warmaster.
Thank you God Emperor, thank you Archangel.
John murmured again in his mind that he could have had the opportunity to be stationed in Baal, but John, who won the garrison lottery, changed with someone else.
There is no other reason...because...the planet they will conquer next is John's home planet.
John was originally the only son of a nobleman on this hive planet. Before the star torch was extinguished, his biggest worry in life was how to confess to his parents that he had a middle-hive girlfriend - Lilia's grandfather was even a low-hive. The deputy leader of a certain gang.
John is not afraid of those gangsters in the lower nests. In the eyes of the top nest dignitaries, these gangsters are not worth mentioning. The main reason is blood, bloodline——
Nobles married each other to maintain their status, and John's own behavior was tantamount to suicide in the eyes of the powerful.
What makes this libertine even more desperate is that his father disdains Lilia's style.
John sighed. He walked to the line to receive the nutritional supplements and started queuing up. In front of him was a tall woman with a sour smell all over her body.
This would have been a vulgar aristocratic love story - provided this was not Warhammer, provided the Star Torch had not been extinguished.
The hive city fell into chaos immediately after the Star Torch was extinguished, but relying on armed force, the nobles quickly reestablished order.
But six weeks after the star torch was extinguished, the demon army from the lower nest attacked the roadblock they set up between the low nest and the middle nest - then there were blasphemous spells, sacrifices, and traitors among the nobles. They were excited Join the carnival from the Lownest.
Before the hive city fell completely, John was pushed onto the fleeing ship by his father.
John the Libertine's family is a military family. His father, John Sr., is a general. Although his mother has no military rank, she is also a good shooter.
It's a pity that their child was useless. At the last moment when his father kicked him onto the ship, John was thinking about what Lilith should do?
Lilith lives in the Middle Nest, but it has long been captured.
John sighed listlessly again, what a bastard he was, and scratched the back of his neck and picked out a flea.
He stared at the little creature for a while, then put it in his mouth and smashed it twice before swallowing it.
He didn't know whether his father and mother were dead or alive... John was inclined to believe that his father blew himself up together while holding his mother in his arms. They were the kind of people who wanted to die together and give their enemies two slaps at the same time.
He came back to avenge them.
When John arrived, a group of mechanical sages in red robes and compound eyes handed him a nutrient block.
"Praise the God-Emperor, praise the Archangels."
John said, slowly finding an open space nearby and sitting down, huddled together with all kinds of people. He held his plasma while chewing the nutrient cubes with his teeth.
In the end, he was the only one left alive.
John thought that they escaped from the hive on a ship, and on the way to Baal, five-sixths of the people on the ship died.
John is very sure that he is the only one who has survived on his home planet. The rest of his fellow countrymen who escaped with him have all been -
All were cleared by [Shadow].
Yes, he was the only one left alive, and John would feel horrified whenever he recalled the scene with Barr.
The long escape made them exhausted, and some began to use psychotropic drugs to tide them over.
As usual in the refugee camp in Bar, John pushed away the syringe offered by his friend.
"No..." John lowered his head and fiddled with his necklace, mumbling vaguely, "You know my dad won't let me touch this kind of thing, he will break my legs."
But the next moment, he felt warmth on his cheeks,
John slowly, slowly raised his hand and touched the warm liquid on his face. He saw blood.
His heart was beating slowly. John turned his head and saw something that frightened him even more than the demonic tide.
【Shh——】
The shadowy monster crouched over the corpse of his countryman, the hem of his broken black robe soaked with blood,
The monster's pure black eyes stared at John, and he tilted his head in interest.
【Cherish your last purity. 】
He walked towards John, who fell to the ground and felt a wet heat on his thighs. He couldn't help but tremble, a shadow enveloped him, and then he squatted down.
He stretched out his slender fingers, the nails were full of stains and flesh, and the monster stretched towards John's hand——
"No,"
John didn't even know when his voice sounded,
"No - please, please, this is my last connection with my hometown. This is the necklace Lilia gave me, please - please, no."
The hand holding the necklace stopped.
The monster's fishy breath sprayed on John's face without saying a word. The next moment, the huge feeling of oppression disappeared.
John collapsed to the ground, surrounded by the bodies of his countrymen, now the only survivor.
The call for assembly rang, and John threw the last piece of unpalatable stuff into his mouth and followed the crowd to the tarmac.
He remembered that his leader was a fat man with a beard, and John always doubted whether this guy could stuff himself into a sleeping bag.
John successfully found the transport plane he was supposed to board. He squeezed into the smelly cabin. The engine roared and he felt that they were rising.
John found a place to lean on his side and close his eyes to rest. He was too sleepy. He only slept for less than five hours last time.
He felt the bumps in the wall behind him, and the idea of returning to his homeland made him feel strangely reassured.
……I'm back.
John thought as he held the scarred necklace hanging around his neck.
I will die in my homeland.
I'm coming to find you.
Under the guidance of Old John, John knew what a filler was, and he also knew that he had become a filler.
But he has nothing to fear anymore.
John sighed, his brief rest period over, every muscle in his body fighting against his movements, but he still walked toward the hatch.
He heard those terrible roars, heard the screams, heard the roars of those psychics and demons - in a daze, John even distinguished Lilia's voice from them.
John took a deep breath, he knew, of course he knew...Lilia had long been corrupted.
Lilia, who attracted the prodigal John, was a famous beauty in Zhongchao. She loved to sing and enjoyed excitement. John once advised her not to continue taking medicine.
John lowered his head and casually checked his plasma one last time.
That Lord [Judge] also had good intentions... he thought.
In this damn world...there is nothing right or wrong.
John touched his necklace for the last time, and the sound of the cabin door opening sounded, and the smelly wind blew in his face.
"For the God Emperor!!!"
John shouted, being the first to rush out with his gun raised.
God...if you really exist please forgive my hometown.
Great!
(End of chapter)
