【……】
【Blood…】
The ancient High Gothic words awakened the Primarch sleeping in the cultivation chamber, but the waves of subspace almost wiped away all her self-consciousness. Scenes of severe pain and psychedelic scenes emerged in front of her eyes, filled with sulfur. The sinking whisper of blood and blood kept her from falling asleep.
The consciousness of the newborn god was not yet clear, but under the influence of past subjective memories... what she saw in front of her was not a scene she was familiar with.
The clean and tidy room of the past was replaced by a dark and humid cabin, and the unconscious whispers turned into childish and unfamiliar voices, and the warm quilt that should be covering the body was replaced by a wet and sticky feeling of soaking.
She wakes up.
The girl opened her golden eyes with difficulty, but there was only a series of unreadable words in front of her eyes.
【This is…? 】
When the young Primarch tried to struggle to get up, he found that his petite body that did not belong to him was soaked in a sticky and warm liquid.
Everything in front of her exceeded her ability to understand, and endless questions emerged in her mind one by one.
【who I am…? 】
【where am I…? 】
The almost broken consciousness was gradually integrated under the advanced thinking logic, and the Primarch, whose soul was as pure as a blank sheet of paper, raised questions.
The Primarch's instinct quickly integrated all the information around her, but her unclear self-awareness was overwhelmed by indescribable fatigue.
Before she could think about it carefully, sleepiness hit her in the next moment.
The girl's sleepy eyes gradually closed, but her vision was no longer dim.
Her blurred consciousness gradually became clearer, and the increasingly dazzling golden light was leading the soul of the Primarch, constantly swimming in the sea of mind like a skilled traveler and apprentice.
In the blink of an eye, she seemed to have arrived at a dilapidated library, with weak candlelight flickering on several quaint bookshelves.
On the dusty bookshelf, the Primarch could barely make out the title on the spine.
"Warhammer 40k"
Suddenly, a sharp pain from an unknown source suddenly made the girl frown.
The splitting pain from the giant ax instantly left a scar on her soul, and her consciousness swimming in the sea of souls could not help but look up at the sky that exuded a scarlet aura.
It was a giant ax that was far more majestic than the sky. Just by looking at it, you would be shocked by its sharpness and vitality.
The true name of a destructive power suddenly appeared in her mind.
fear…
In an instant, unbearable pain, as if his brain was being torn out alive, was poured into his soul. It was as if there were endless ferocious spikes in her brain that were constantly sinking into it... The pain that almost tortured the newborn Primarch's consciousness and soul to the point of collapse roared crazily in her brain.
Painful moans were slowly squeezed out of her throat, her petite body trembled and curled up, beads of sweat kept falling from her forehead, and the girl's immature face was tortured to the point of being hideous by the severe pain of unknown origin.
This pain from the soul made the girl stop trying to call the destructive power by his true name. Her hoarse breathing voice revealed endless exhaustion and regret.
"what happened…"
Doubts emerged again, and the girl murmured.
The disintegrated consciousness of the newborn Primarch has gradually awakened, and endless knowledge has poured into his mind, including speech, language, walking, running, and even various abilities to fight. With the help of the Primarch's indescribably powerful genetic sequence, Learning is completed in an instant.
However, the self-awareness of the newborn Primarch seems to have been completely washed away, and the part about the name has long been cut off like a blank.
Just like the unforgettable pain just now, there is no answer.
When the consciousness gradually moved away from the harbor of the soul, the girl's vision blurred by sweat became clear again. The scene of the sea of mind disappeared like an illusory curtain, and only the dark and humid cultivation cabin was in the field of vision.
A High Gothic report with more than 78% damage was presented in front of her, and she didn't even know how she could understand these obscure words.
In the face of countless complex and strange memories and reality, the ability of the original body to quickly integrate consultation seems slightly dwarfed. Therefore, despite the endless flow of information in the brain and the rapid integration of most of the known information, the girl still I felt confused and asked questions as complex as the sand in the Ganges River towards my consciousness and soul.
Countless questions born out of thin air appeared and disappeared in an instant, and the unbearable blank space in her mind was suddenly filled with knowledge from unknown sources, which even exceeded the girl's cognitive scope.
The superhuman brain derived from the Primarch instantly analyzed most of the data, and endless puzzles were answered by the filtered and analyzed data.
She... seems to know who she is.
A dull and meaningless past emerged before her eyes. In this clear memory of the past, she was immersed in a dull life for decades, with a few hobbies such as tabletop chess and chess...and that hobby was exactly the same as the ancient thing she had seen in the vision just now. Books have the same name.
【Warhammer 40k】
She opened it, but did not notice a light blue feather sandwiched in the book.
In the next moment, a large amount of clear and complex knowledge was poured into the young Primarch's mind, and most of his doubts were answered in an instant.
If you want to sum it up, it is:
She... came to the Warhammer 40k world full of war and darkness.
A space opera universe full of gothic style and despair.
The horrifying and shocking truth lay before the newly born Primarch.
The girl who was still a little sleepy and confused immediately froze, and her gradually awakening consciousness integrated the knowledge she knew, but this knowledge has turned into a curse on the soul.
Even though she was in the humid and warm environment of the breeding warehouse, an indescribable coldness spread down her back, and a wave of despair swept over her.
The newborn god stared blankly at his young but powerful little hands.
On it, she sensed the power that could easily tear apart matter. However, the flame of courage flickered for a moment, and was completely crushed by the despair contained in the knowledge.
"It can't be true...it can't be true..."
The girl murmured to herself, trying to deceive herself by closing her eyes and praying repeatedly.
However, even if she opened her eyes again, the familiar warm bedroom in her past memories did not appear before her eyes.
There is only harsh reality.
She really came to... the world of Warhammer 40k.
…
For a moment, the girl wanted to kill her immediately.
Even though her extraordinary body is difficult to be harmed at will.
The little mind is gradually being infiltrated by the curse of knowledge.
Not for any other reason, just because of her status as a fan of "Warhammer 40k".
She knew that if she was unfortunate enough to be transported into such a world, death would be the best way to escape.
How to describe that overwhelming feeling of despair...
For this cruel and dark universe, any symbolic resistance seems too weak and powerless, and any brave struggle will become the most heroic conclusion in the tragedy.
To be honest, if you are an ordinary civilian, you can still return to the Golden Throne if you commit suicide... But if you happen to be an unlucky guy in the Warhammer story, or unfortunately encounter some Dark Eldar, Chaos corruption, etc. The tragedy, even relief from the endless pain is a luxury... Even in the hive where the vast majority of civilians live, there are countless dangers.
When she thought of this, cold sweat broke out on the girl's back.
The sharp pain in her soul that came from the blood-red giant ax just now seemed to be connected with the destructive power sitting on the brass throne in her memory.
I...could he be targeted by the Blood God?
Uneasy thoughts collided fiercely in her brain. The intertwining of thoughts and knowledge seemed to be leading the current situation in a bad direction, and panic continued to show in her trembling gilt eyes.
Logically speaking, the bloodthirsty god of the subspace would not set his sights on weak mortals at will, unless they are brave and capable warriors, or the Primarch of the gene that he likes...
Thinking of this, the young Primarch looked at the Roman numeral XII engraved on the adamantine cabin...
She... really became the Primarch targeted by the Blood God.
[Primarch, Angron, Warhound, World Eater, Butcher's Nail, Great Crusade...]
Just like Murphy's law, the thing she least wanted to happen happened. In an instant, several familiar words danced in the girl's brain, and the curse in the ocean of knowledge became more and more intense. More and more panicked thoughts continued to burst out in the young Primarch's developed thoughts. In just a moment, the Her mind and nerves felt like they were from another world.
However, the agony of death pain, like a steel nail being drilled into the brain... is still vivid in my mind.
Looking at the surrounding environment that matched Angron's story one by one, the girl tried to hypnotize herself. Everything in front of her was not true.
However, that painful memory seemed to have turned into a steel nail that could not be removed from her mind, gradually tearing apart the gradually constructed fantasy scene. When she clearly saw the symbol of human beings in the cabin, When the golden eagle pattern of the empire appeared, the futile fantasy was completely shattered by the reality before his eyes.
The cruel reality is before this young Primarch. Her identity is undoubtedly the twelfth great creation of the Emperor of Mankind - Primarch Angron.
Yes, in the distant future, the Primarchs bear a tragic fate.
In an instant, strong emotions burst out at this moment, and endless despair and sorrow suddenly haunted the girl's heart.
On the sea of her originally calm and indifferent soul, a wisp of dark blue feathers suddenly floated over, stained with the dust from the library.
…
After learning his identity, the newborn Primarch instantly knew the end of this destiny.
That is, even if you inherit the great power from the master of mankind, you will still fall into the endless pain and torture and become a slave of the iron chain in the hands of others, sinking forever.
Looking at her immature little hands, the girl didn't understand why she would bear this destined tragedy.
The complex thinking was further swallowed up by the corrosion from the knowledge. Even though she knew her identity, even though she could not compare herself with the armored man holding a chain ax in her memory, the knowledge and reason from her memory were. He clearly told her that the fate she was about to face would also be a miserable tragedy.
The idea of without any reason was born in an instant, and the idea of suicide quickly occupied the high ground of thinking.
Reason restrained the girl's chaotic thoughts at that moment, and she recalled the blood god's gaze... and the unforgettable pain and torture.
Although she did not want to be a Primarch who died by suicide... a deep despair still haunted her.
Frustrated, the girl thought of any possible way to escape the Blood God's clutches.
For example... spin in place seven times, pray seven times, praise your loving father seven times and then commit suicide directly?
Of course, it's impossible.
Just another bad joke in the cruel world of Warhammer.
In this grimdark universe, if you seek relief from Him... you will most likely fall into the eternal torment of a loving father.
As a former reader and player, the girl once imagined that if she came to Warhammer 40k, a space opera story full of darkness and blood and tears... the best ending would be to be affected by the ubiquitous war and simply die somewhere. A bullet or a rusty dagger.
...and most likely cry like a bastard whose toe was stubbed.
Now, she was really frightened by the hopeless future and almost cried.
Even if she knew the identity of her Primarch, it still could not completely calm the cowardice in the girl's heart.
In the dark universe of Warhammer 40k, even the Primarchs are not immune to danger.
She will be Angron, she will be Nuceria's slave.
As a Primarch favored by the Blood God, Angron's life will be a life in which he has no control over his actions.
Even someone as strong as the Primarch would become a toy in the palm of the evil god entrenched in the subspace... not to mention myself, who has a lot of future memories in her head?
…
In the midst of increasingly complex and careful thinking, the light blue mist enveloped the bird feathers and silently enveloped the sea of mind of the nascent Primarch.
Even though the great power inherited from the Lord of Mankind will make her future achievements unparalleled, her overly rich emotions and her complex nature from the warp will not let her go.
Cowardice and panic continue to breed in the girl's spiritual defense line, and the corrosion from chaos follows quietly.
She was completely unaware of all this, and it seemed that this was the comedy that the Chaos Gods wanted to see - mortals cursed by knowledge, even though they were equipped with divine power given by the Lord of Humanity himself, but because of that sad and funny Cowardly and heading towards a deeper tragedy.
She was still thinking. Thinking about the future, her thinking ability is countless times more powerful than that of ordinary people, making her deduction and imagination of the future almost as real as images.
However, the sinking whispers from subspace lead the end of all images to inevitable destruction and tragedy.
Endless tragedies infect the young and pure soul, countless sighs and tears emerge in the sentimental nature of the subspace. It seems that all beautiful thoughts will be interrupted by sourceless tragedies, but the newborn Primarch is Unaware that this came from the corruption of Chaos, the pride of her identity as the Primarch made her former mortal memories gradually blur.
Everything was just as they wanted to see. In the 30th millennium... this race called 'humanity' has been so arrogant and ignorant from beginning to end, and has never thought deeply about the unexplained alien world. With danger approaching.
It is also like one of the lessons that mankind has learned in the distant future, the 40th millennium: be overthinking and doubtful.
Soon, countless deductions about the future were interrupted by fast and developed thoughts. Dark and desperate scenes enveloped her tired heart. The cursed knowledge did not give the Primarch the answer she wanted. .
Then, despair began to appear in her heart.
And this strong emotion further fueled their invasion and corruption.
In this tragic and dark universe, all stubborn resistance to the future is just powerless rage in most cases.
The girl is not a born saint like Sanguinius, nor is she a madman with the power of action like Conrad Curze, for the cowardice of mortals. The ability to flip through the future has always been a curse.
In a way, the girl was just an ordinary soul endowed with the powers of the Primarch.
Her identity and value are very precious - to the value of a 'plaything' in the eyes of the evil god.
…
…
Precious time continues to pass, and on the snow-capped mountains of Nuceria that never melt all year round, the cultivation cabin belonging to the Primarch is also frozen by ice and snow.
Even though the original girl huddled in it was relying on her swaddling clothes, in front of her eyes was only a darkness made of despair.
The flashing warning light symbolizes that the safety of the breeding warehouse will not last long, and the same goes for the trembling soul shrouded in a dark cloud of uneasiness.
Even the tenacity of the Primarch's mind could not withstand the despair of thousands of tragic images and, as is the essence of knowledge, damnation.
Completely unaware of the corruption caused by strong emotions, the girl huddled blankly in the humid nurturing barn, and the courage gained from being reborn as a human god was constantly disappearing.
The blazing flame in the sea of mind that wanted to change everything was constantly doused in the light green rain, until the fragile and swaying flame was completely extinguished in despair and numbness.
Tenacity and cowardice gradually intertwined, and thoughts and prospects for the future almost overwhelmed this Primarch girl who was once just an ordinary human being. There was no hope in it, only endless shackles and restraints that needed to be broken away, and the roots of the past. Readers feel involuntarily melancholy when faced with tragic stories.
All possible futures unfolded before her eyes, the Eldar, the Arena, the Butcher's Nail, the World Eaters, the Horus Heresy, the Ascension.
Angron's tragedy can be linked together with just a few words, sweeping toward her like Sisyphus's inescapable fate. It is more violent than a tsunami, more hot than lava, and belongs to Angron. The Primarch's telepathic talent even made the howling blizzard colder, but the girl huddled up completely unaware, thinking about the dark future that her fragile mind could hardly face.
And in the girl's heart, which has been obscured by the light blue mist, there is only a weak and small wish.
【How on earth should I survive...】
Her will and courage were completely destroyed in the silent corrosion. The curse of knowledge and Primarch identity was too much for the carefree mind of a mortal in the past. All the future showed her was so sad.
In the midst of endless tragedy and despair, only the training cabin she was born with maintained warmth.
However, the gears of fate never stopped rotating. Instead, they slowly advanced in front of her eyes, blending into a complex complex of emotions full of despair.
After all, the already damaged training cabin will not be able to protect her for long.
As the energy source continued to decrease, the void shield that had always protected the training cabin finally stopped.
It means that the gears of destiny that symbolize slow progress have finally begun to rotate at high speed.
The Primarch was supposed to grow rapidly within these several Terran years, but its size and development were always constrained by thinking and fixed on a petite body.
The light blue mist that once shrouded the sea of souls has blown up an endless dark blue storm. The dark green acid cloud that is so rich that it can hardly be dispersed is also condensed with corrupt raindrops, from the dark red corrosive illusion that constantly penetrates into the brain. The sharp pain of the Butcher's Nail made her struggle unbearably, and the joyful whispers longing for relief kept whispering in her ears, tempting her to fall into the purple abyss. Her petite and cowardly existence kept swaying in the tsunami of souls in the evil smiles of the four gods. It seemed like it would fall apart at any moment.
No one knows how long the girl has been thinking about it. Perhaps the evil god's prying eyes have easily deprived her of even the right to fear. Perhaps her weak soul, which originated from a mortal, cannot bear the weight of corrosion. The sinking whisper of the supreme heaven is faintly heard. The message reached her ears.
During the thinking time that was almost hundreds of years to the original body, countless messy and gloomy thoughts continued to breed in the girl's mind, like moths eating away at the wall of the supposedly strong heart step by step.
Finally, the downed void shield system was noticed by her dazed and confused unfocused pupils.
The pride and self-confidence generated from many memories of previous lives seem to be wiped out in the endless darkness, and the sentimental nature of the warp is turning into a portal for chaos to invade.
When despair was about to spread to every corner of the soul, the newborn Primarch finally realized the spying and erosion from the evil gods. However, the tired mind that had been soaked in despair for a long time was already powerless.
Endless unbearable pain constantly turned into phantom pain, invading the young body.
Countless dark and desperate illusions appeared in front of my eyes, and it was always difficult to dispel them.
The curse brought by that knowledge and the memories brought by the past tortured her no longer tenacious soul from beginning to end.
And she could only be like a miserable fool facing despair... huddled in the nutrient solution that had been absorbed and dried up.
The young Primarch is still alive, her immature body is still strong, but her soul has lost the qualification to move towards new life.
She became a drowning fool, struggling in vain and hopelessly in the gradually corrupting sea of souls.
Yes, silent corruption is enough to dissolve anyone's will, even the Primarch - knowledge is a terrible curse.
In the dim golden eyes, there was endless despair.
An inevitable tragic fate awaits her.
Although, now her identity is that of a god in the eyes of ordinary people, a descendant of the emperor, and a genetic primarch.
But the countless complex plot fragments were always filling her mind, including many destined futures.
The unforgettable tragedy kept playing in a loop, as if someone was constantly whispering to her the inevitable tragic fate.
The Massacre of Istvan, the Horus Heresy... and Angrona's tragic life of being a slave to others from beginning to end.
From the slave of the slave master, to the slave of the emperor, and then to the slave of the blood god.
But the only thing that can be known is that danger will no longer wait for a decaying soul, and it is gradually approaching the young Primarch.
Teach her in the most ruthless and iron-blooded way. In this dark universe full of tragedies, if you try to escape... crisis and fate will come towards you.
…
【is it here? ...The lackey who will slaughter our clan in the distant future in the name of the Blood God. 】
[The priest's prophecy was correct...the Son of the Sun of the Supreme Heaven was born here. 】
[Although she did not arrive as described in the prophecy, this planet will not protect her forever...]
A few psychic whispers full of obscure words interrupted the girl's complex and rotten thoughts. The sense of crisis, like a piercing cold light, was getting closer and closer, and her heart trembled.
The Eldar assassin who had been granted the prophecy had arrived as expected for the unknown number of times.
Yes, she never stepped out of the breeding barn, because it was meaningless.
The destiny she deserved has found her for the countless times.
A scene that had appeared millions of times appeared before her eyes. The Eldar assassins who were searching for the thread of fate had found traces of the breeding warehouse. The warrior's way and the assassin's way practiced by these noble warriors made them sharp. It was invincible, and its light and strange steps didn't even leave any traces on the soft snow.
They are preparing to strangle the childhood of the future slaves of the Blood God in their infancy.
In her destined fate, she will fall in a pool of blood...
Even the deduced battle was accompanied by her poor battle memory. It seemed that the fallen corpse was no longer the Eldar, but her own...
【How will I die this time...】
The girl thought desperately.
For almost countless hours in her numb consciousness, the memories of the past seemed to be covered with a layer of gray fog. While gradually blurring, endless pain is stored.
The warm and ordinary pictures stored in it seem to have turned into ordinary and ridiculous tombstones.
The past no longer exists, all hope and courage are gone, and the future only has a tragic fate waiting for her to inherit.
The sense of crisis was gradually approaching. The cold and biting sense of crisis almost made the girl's back tremble. Countless self-hypnosis of 'just dreams' were ruthlessly broken at this moment. She could hardly breathe in the face of the heavy pressure of despair.
There was no hope left in her almost pleading mood.
Beneath the burnt-out courage, only the endless and thick emotion of despair remains.
A light blue mist began to diffuse around the body of the young Primarch, and corrupt pus began to appear on the traces of the long-dried nutrient solution. The afterimage of joy that could finally be relieved through death also appeared in front of her eyes, as well as the face she faced. The endless anger in despair.
The young Primarch discovered their invasion at the most irreversible moment, but the pride born of cursed knowledge was completely destroyed by absolute despair again and again.
She once had the courage to fight against them, but was overwhelmed by the illusion of endless despair brought by the whispers of sinking. Her tenacious will and developed thinking have become their most powerful weapons.
The end of any thoughts and knowledge has the feathers left by the Lord of Changes. In her advanced thinking, the search that has been stretched to a thousand years is just a futile and ridiculous stubborn resistance.
This is true even for the past that souls from other worlds are proud of...
In that endless, layer-by-layer nesting, the illusions from corruption form an eternal cage.
Drowsiness haunted her soul, and each awakening was accompanied by a real and frightened gasp.
At the last moment, the scene in front of her was so real that she thought she had already wandered through the galaxy. With the power of the Primarch, she had also appeared on the stage in a space opera. The roar of bolters and chainswords had already immersed her in it. .
Every time, her consciousness was wrapped in that all-too-real illusion, and then, immersed in real and rich emotions, she ushered in inescapable destruction.
It wasn't until he was doomed to death and severe pain that he woke up to the dull laughter of the sound of corruption.
The curtain between reality and illusion has defeated any will in her. She has long been unable to distinguish whether the things in front of her are true or false. Her will has become a new plaything of the four gods.
The once pure sea of souls has gradually turned into a decaying stagnant water.
All prayers and begging are met with despair.
Until...the soul that is no longer tenacious will inevitably fall towards the highest sky.
…
Suddenly, at this moment, some kind of subtle whisper that was difficult to identify suddenly sounded in the girl's ears.
[Don’t be confused by your past, my creation. 】
[Do not be afraid of your future, my daughter. 】
Her dry pupils moved aimlessly, and a golden light seemed to appear in front of her eyes.
Cold, dazzling, and hard to look at.
Above the sea of souls, there was only a cold golden sun shining on the huddled petite figure - although the light was not warm, it was extremely dazzling.
The image of the young Primarch's soul that is about to be lost in the highest heaven is gradually becoming clearer, and the despair and fear that fills his mind are being continuously dissolved.
[The future always depends on your choice. 】
[I will not completely abandon your future of sinking, rage, and pain... but I will not accept it all either. 】
[You always have the right to choose - believe in your abilities, believe in the abilities I have given you. 】
The cold and noble voice kept echoing in the ears of the young original body. The dazzling light dispersed all the light blue mist lingering around his daughter, and the nutrient solution that was about to condense into rotten thick water disappeared and appeared in front of her eyes. The endless illusions also dissipated, and the sharp pain of the nails piercing the brain and the endless scenes of despair also came to an abrupt end.
The lake of the soul returns to purity, and the corrupt whispers from the highest heaven disappear in anger.
The word 'reality' was finally rediscovered in her cognition.
The girl felt confusedly that her heart was no longer trembling, and all her hazy and gray vision became clear again.
[When we meet next time... I hope you can grow into something that satisfies me. 】
As the indifferent words rang out for the last time, the young Primarch's mental barriers that had been damaged by the invasion of the Lord of Change were completely repaired by golden light, and the courage that had been extinguished by corruption was finally ignited.
The girl looked up at the dazzling sun, dull and confused. Her dry throat trembled slightly, but she did not utter any complicated words or words.
Instead, it was like a newborn baby, meaninglessly moaning and squealing.
She seemed to see a pair of eyes. Unlike the countless numb images, the illusory scene in front of her was not stained with any sheen of despair.
It seems that the Lord of Mankind is always watching his work, like an eagle leading its young eagle to fly towards the Milky Way.
"Ah...ah..."
The vibrating feeling from the young throat echoed the girl's consciousness awakened from numbness, and there was no longer any pain involved.
His clear vision was no longer obscured by a layer of despairing light gray.
Everything that was real really reappeared before her eyes.
Reality...is really coming back.
The body of the young Primarch was trembling, crystal tears dripped from the cradle made of adamantine, and waves rippled in the sea of pure soul.
In the dazzling light of the icy sun, the young Primarch let out his first true cry of rebirth.
A wealth of pure emotion filled her consciousness again at this moment.
Everything...is back.
It was her genetic father who saved her, rescuing her from complete despair amid the real and false torture of endless illusions in the sea of souls.
In the girl's complicated mind, the first ray of new emotion was born through the kindness of the Lord of Humanity.
It's called gratitude.
…
The young Primarch was reborn.
Endless thoughts were reborn at this moment, but there was no longer any meaningless fear and despair. The golden light inlaid on the solid and thick barrier of will expelled all corrupt whispers from the mind.
The replayed chess game no longer makes people lose confidence, and the gilded pupils gradually solidified in the burning courage.
Until the whisper of fate sounded in her ears again, this time without any trace of corruption.
The young Primarch firmly grasped her determination and abandoned all meaningless thinking. A new destiny with an uncertain future but still hope was waiting for her to face.
The gears of destiny are waiting for the newly born Primarch to drive it in person. All the key prospects must be drawn by her to change the tragedy.
Otherwise, it is not only fate that will not let go of this Primarch - her past that has fallen into the bottomless abyss filled with blood and pain countless times in visions will also seek her out again.
She never wanted to go back.
She had to resist.
Resistance is the only way, and resistance has the possibility of failure.
The Lord of the Red Sands, Angron, and his failure to resist is a tragic story that the girl is familiar with. It is a story she has experienced countless times in the torture of the four gods, and has been compiled through countless illusions that are too real. of false destiny.
She... absolutely couldn't be him.
She would never let the Lord of Humanity down.
Even though this cruel universe is full of endless crises.
Yes, the girl is still in this universe full of darkness and cruelty, and the coming dangerous fate is waiting for her.
But this time, she was no longer desperate, because what she faced was not a meaningless and painful hallucination.
But the real truth.
Hope for the future filled the Primarch's delicate but strong body, and the vitality of new life drove away all the uneasiness.
"…call."
The breathing of the powerful organ made the girl's dull breathing sound like thunder. The once trembling petite figure began to relax slightly, and abundant strength and will were gradually filling the body and mind of the Primarch.
In an uncertain future, the painful memories of being invaded by Chaos are still vivid in her mind. Perhaps the Primarch's body as powerful as a god cannot easily give her any sense of security about the future.
But the crisis is approaching. This time, facing a new future, she will never choose to continue to huddle.
Countless fragmented stories were emerging before her eyes. At this moment, courage replaced all the cowardice.
Bloody trials and growth will eventually come to her. There is no so-called 'if' that will happen to her in this dark and cruel universe.
【is it here? ...The lackey who will slaughter our clan in the distant future in the name of the Blood God. 】
【…………】
Familiar psychic echoes surfaced in his ears, and countless memories of despair appeared in front of the Primarch's eyes, but they were all melted by the blazing fire in an instant.
Nowadays, those alien assassins known as the Aeldari have followed their destiny and come to intercept the Primarch that just crashed into Nuceria. They will also be Angor who will be favored by Khorne in the future. Long.
She must rely on her own hands to stifle Angron's tragic fate.
The aliens' self-righteous psionic whispers became clearer and clearer, and the girl who had prematurely awakened the Primarch's psionic gifts due to the strong despair in the past also noticed this.
Perhaps the essence from subspace has subtly changed the girl's nature to be sentimental.
But her strong heart was beating vigorously from beginning to end.
Even... I have some expectations for Alien Blood.
The girl's dazed gilt eyes gradually solidified, although the confusion still remained.
But it shines brightly.
…
…
Accompanied by a dull and harsh metal sound, the damaged adamantine door of the breeding warehouse was violently opened from the inside. The soft and delicate hands of Yingying easily opened the adamantine door as if tearing paper.
The icy cold wind also blew the wet hair that was as red as fire, the slightly indifferent gilt eyes were like vicious dogs in the darkness, and the slender girl's figure slowly stepped out of the shadows.
The healthy wheat-colored skin stained with some nutrient solution outlined the faint outline of some tendons in the dim sunlight, and the soft and white ankles stepped on the cold frozen soil.
"..."
The girl felt a little confused as she set foot on a foreign land for the first time.
The contact between the white toes and the frozen snow didn't feel cold, but made her feel extremely comfortable. Perhaps this Primarch was suitable for this place. She was a child of the mountains.
Perhaps at this moment, the girl also realized something again.
She really came to the most real reality.
She looked at the scene in front of her, just like what was described in countless recurring memories of despair - Angron was born in the mountains that were frozen all day long, and when he was born...
Before the girl's thoughts could expand further, the shadows that had been surrounding her for a long time suddenly appeared.
The noble and slender Eldar Assassins never hesitated when presented with the incarnation of disaster described by fate.
Arriving at the predicted moment, the afterimage of the luxurious armor is difficult for anyone to capture, and the dangers and crises contained within it make no opponent in the galaxy dare to take it lightly.
【Die! The lackeys of the Blood God and the Wight! 】
The deafening psychic roar reached the girl's ears, and the cold and sharp light reflected by the single-molecule blade quickly penetrated her vision.
If one remains in a trance before the Eldar Assassin's Blade - the victim's final sight will be that of his own body being separated.
However, the speed of Astart in the galaxy is also cold, but it is not worth mentioning in front of the genethea -like constitution.
The girl's indifferent pupils caught the funny assassination of slow movements, and they dodged them slightly.
Yes. Although the new genetic raw body was not an excellent warrior, the pain of millions of pains turned into her food at this moment, causing the courage in her heart to come out unprecedentedly.
As a genetic warrior, the instinct of the genethea also responded to her will at this moment.
Even before that. Girls have long aware of the offensives of the unrealistic guests, and they also seemed to be in their eyes together with other figures hidden in the shadows.
In the eyes of others, the accuracy of the reflection nerve that is calculated by microseconds can only be dodge, and it must be maintained at the dangerous and dangerous distance.
Today, this is not worth mentioning in the eyes of the girl.
The light brown skin is almost close to the distinguished blade wrapped in a powerful force, and the cold cold of the sharp blade is almost passed on to the tender warm skin.
However, this distance is as difficult as heaven.
At this moment, the girl knew everything that she was granted by the "father" who was not met in the face.
Yes. In the face of genetic preliminaries, the existence of brave and war -like the existence of these brave war and the weak and cowardly mortal.
Girls have never had such a good feeling, and the feet in despair memory are replaced by smooth and accurate and accurate and accurate fast action.
Although her awareness of the battle is not deep, but she also clearly recognizes that these powerful spiritual soldiers in front of her are not the enemy of her.
Within a few microseconds, she learned all the knowledge of the Lord of Humans as if she breathed a smooth breath.
The only shortcomings of young genes have disappeared.
In addition, the development speed of the genetic body that has just been born is terrible. The biological clock in her body is only the past few standard Tyra years, and the power of the containing power is extremely scary.
Seeing that the assassin of the assassin could not be assassinated, the shadow of the surrounding rings was instantly rushing towards the girl like a fierce beast, trying to completely strangle the faint struggle of the future blood god.
The sharp spirit was reflected in her golden pupil eyes, and the sound of Ruiming instantly spread the cold airflow, and the cold temperature suddenly dropped the girl slightly frowned.
Boom!
When the slim pink fists burst with a more rapid air pressure, the shadow of galloping is instantly galloped, and the most fast shadow of the figure flood back instantly, accompanied by the dull and heavy loud noise, the swelling air pressure was exploded in the swell Instantly, the other spirit assassins shocked.
The broken skull fragments are like broken ceramics everywhere. The sticky and warm plasma is mixed with the brain tissue. Ms. Tianshalis satisfied with extremely satisfying sinking words.
This symbolizes the entire annihilation of a spiritual assassin captain.
[How, how is it possible ... the slave of this blood god, the dog's dog's dog ... how can it ...]
In this case, not only the assassins who were surrounded by the powerful power of the genetic original body were frightened, and the girls were slightly frightened.
Somehow ... such a brutal and bloody scene, she didn't feel any strangeness.
She hates different shapes. Perhaps this feeling is the disgust set pre -set in her genes in her genes.
Because even if it is a new genetic raw body, it is far from the existence that the alien shape can be seen.
The girl's burning golden pupil eyes gradually fierce.
"... ignorance of aliens."
The cold voice reveals the precise and quaint Gaogi language. The genetic original body with a different memory of the world is known that her spiritual talent is to link others to the mood and emotions -it can be said that these despicable spiritual assassins think that it is The spiritual whisper has never escaped the girl's listening.
Therefore, even though these slender spiritual pests can launch a sneak attack at a speed that Astart is difficult to detect, it is not enough to call it in the face of the reaction of the genethea.
When other spiritual assassins who were not ascended by the captain had not responded, the red elegant hair swept away like death.
The stern spirit echoed and wrapped in a scream and echoed in the valley.
In the fast and disabled shadow that is difficult to capture together with the spiritual clan, the girl's weak fibrous hand to tears the armor and body of the spiritual assassins like a sharp blade. The hot turbulence of the speed is burned out.
The momentum of the soft and white and soft feet is completely inconsistent with its delicate appearance. The features presented on the solid frozen soil are instantly defeated the thick ice layer, and the extremely terrifying cracks are all over the step, and it is wrapped in the wrapped The shape of the sound explosion is like the turbulent waves on the ocean. This is like a terrible scene like a natural disaster, and it will swallow all the alien miscellaneous crushes in the instant.
This hand -to -foot -to -foot tearing the atmospheric and natural horrible speed and strength, is the blood proof of the genetic primary inheritance of the true deity, the human emperor.
At this moment, the surviving spiritual people felt despair ... A stream of upcoming destruction, destined to despair.
These ignorant alien crushing ... it is so unknown, like the lord of human beings to her inspiration:
[You just opened a page about many future -you can promote and practice it as the truth. 】
[He is sad. 】
Yes, the girl knows that this kind of futile and weak feeling is like when she was wrapped in endless desperate scenes, but it was triumphant to be stronger.
She can feel this familiar despair through spirit, her tough soul has never been affected by the emotional emotions that feel the same, and the movement of the massacre has become more fierce and fierce. Her once and confusing endless thinking has become clearer.
She was carrying Angron's duty.
She bears the fate of Angron.
But destiny is the enemy that Sisiphus confronts the sweat day after day.
She wants to cast this sweat for her brand new destiny, to return to the Lord of human beings to redeem herself and the most powerful confrontation against chaos.
The girl began to run towards fate, and she was gone.
It was not until everything eliminated, and the frost and gravel of the sky gradually were gradually raised by gravity.
Only a petite figure with fate.
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