The roar of a promethium engine.
The roar of bombs and plasma.
and the generosity with which the loyal die dying.
Burn, behead, cut in half, eviscerate, trample.
Endless severe pain, endless roars.
Elaine felt everything.
All the time.
…
Buzz—! ! !
The chain saw roared.
The saw teeth crazily bite the heavy black sword in front of him, and countless blazing sparks burst out every moment.
The terrifying figures of the Primarch Gene and the Primarch Daemon collided with each other like thunder in a storm, and the sounds of war cries and gasps were torn apart by this unparalleled divine power. The most terrifying natural disaster and the most crazy man-made disaster were staged at the same time. , the battlefield paved with flesh and blood corpses was also torn open and obvious scars were torn open by the aftermath of the battle.
Elaine's gilded eyes reflected Angron's hysterical madness.
Angron's cloudy pupils were filled with only the light that burst out when the weapons met.
There is only endless silence lingering between the incomparably majestic figures.
Every heavy clash of gold and iron will set off a sharp buzz throughout the battlefield, and every hysteria of wrestling will bring spectacular scars to the scorched earth.
Countless people have questioned the power contained in the Primarch's four-meter-high extraordinary body.
There is no doubt that this bloody battle circle surrounding the two is proof.
Even more hysterical than the madness in subspace that can destroy reason, in this crazy battlefield like a meat grinder, the collision between the gods actually cleared up an empty space in the endless tide of artillery fire and flesh and blood. The duel venue, any being who tries to intervene will be easily torn apart by the aftermath of the collision.
The Butcher's Nail buzzed.
The sea of mind spreads pain.
…
Elaine once questioned herself why she started this war.
Is it for revenge for the endless suffering? Is it for the blood feud that always entangles the fate of the genetic heirs?
There are many reasons for this war, but a single factor is definitely not the reason for this war that almost puts lives and futures on the line.
Many people can see a ball of fire in her gilded eyes, which is a blazing flame that solidifies into reality in the sea of soul.
That is her will to walk from the infancy of darkness to this day.
In Elaine's extraordinary vision, there was not only the crazy and unruly blade of the black sword, but also the endless pain contained in Angron's cloudy pupils.
In every heavy collision of gold and iron, she could feel the endless exhaustion coming from the opponent.
In the painful storm that echoed in the sea of soul, she could feel the pain that bit at her sanity all the time.
Yes, she had experienced this pain. But now the source of this pain has finally appeared in front of his eyes - the miserable man in front of him who has already suffered a lot and whose consciousness has been lost in torture and madness.
Angron, Lord of the Red Sands of Nuceria.
Once upon a time, in that vision of a cursed future, this sanity-eating suffering almost completely broke the mind of the young Primarch.
Once a mortal's fragile will, even if he suddenly acquired the godly body of the Primarch, he would still be unable to get rid of its disadvantages.
She walked aimlessly towards the dark future, not knowing why this tragic fate would befall her.
After all, before that. She is just a human being.
Until the sacred golden light redeems the still young souls - this comes from the Lord of Humanity's compassion for every human being, and a father's expectation for his children.
From that moment on, Elaine learned the truth very clearly.
——Even the Primarch... is still human in essence.
The small figure walking on the tragic fate of Angron slowly overlapped with the majestic and crazy figure.
The answer to that question is obvious.
Responsibility dictates, that's all.
…
The broken sanity is being reassembled, and the cloudy and crazy pupils are becoming more awake.
Even though his thoughts were still incomplete and his pupils were already scarlet, it was enough.
The heavy black blade of the Scarlet Angel stopped fighting with the chain ax for a moment, and the terrifying swing that shattered the air had also slowed down.
"……Why."
Angron murmured softly.
The broken consciousness reluctantly asked a question, but the reason for this question was answered in a moment of endless suffering.
All the broken memories lost in the scarlet tide were recovered at this moment, and the talent of linking pain was reactivated at this moment.
The broken souls lost in the painful storm have been reawakened. Even if the beating of the Butcher's Nail becomes more and more hysterical, the unbearable endless madness and bloodlust are all shared at this moment.
The pair of roaring scarlet chainsaws in front of them, the surrounding Astartes from the Twelfth Legion, and the ship in the sky that has not yet become the Conqueror, the Resolute Resolve.
Angron recognized them all.
He looked at the Primarch in front of him who was very similar to himself, yet very different.
He didn't understand why the other party wanted to reawaken this useless and miserable person.
He didn't understand why the other party wanted to share the endless suffering for him.
Because no one remembers the ghosts of Nuceria.
He had died long ago in the valley where blizzards drifted all day long, and he had died long ago in the arms of his brothers and sisters.
Angron is a corpse that has long been cold.
He is a slave to fate.
…
The two men's actions only stopped for a moment.
The fierce confrontation between the chain ax and the black sword rippled with endless bright sparks in the next moment.
Elaine chuckled.
"why."
The swift figure could barely avoid the confused and heavy sharp blade from the demon primarch, and the gilded and scarlet eyes met again.
"I'm thinking about this too."
"Is our fighting meaningful? Is the madness you have fallen into irreversible?"
"None of these questions have answers."
Elaine's heavy steps moved forward again, and the heavy ax and the black sword, carrying endless power, burst into a terrifying impact that tore the earth apart during the collision.
His numb knuckles still tightened on the trigger, and the chain saw's crazy roar sounded again.
"Since there is no answer, then you should give up..."
"You are running towards an inevitable destiny."
"It will mock all your resistance, it will discredit all your persistence..."
"Until your will and body are no longer intact."
"Become a wandering soul walking in the world..."
The black sword skillfully opened the teeth of the chain axe, and in an instant turned into an afterimage that was out of reach and attacked Elaine.
Red Angel's voice revealed a bit of exhaustion, and he couldn't understand the fire of hope burning in the eyes of the 'himself' in front of him.
"The moment I came to this world...I no longer believed in the inevitability of fate."
"Because I know. My appearance is the biggest variable in fate."
"All grief and tragedy can be changed - even if it may be in vain, even if it may be a joke of fate."
"But that doesn't matter."
"For this meaningless struggle, I would rather pay a price heavier than my life."
Buzz—!
The sharp sword of Khorne was blocked in time by another chain axe, and its exaggerated buzzing could even cause any creature within a few hundred meters to lose hearing.
At this moment, the two original bodies in the battle circle have turned into scarlet figures that are difficult for anyone to capture. Only storms and thunder can describe the mammoth momentum of their collision.
Different from this crazy collision that was almost like a beast fighting, their thoughts linked together through similar talents were slowly blending together in the sea of minds, as if the two were originally the same existence and were indistinguishable from each other.
[...I am extremely grateful that you have freed my soul from the torture of the Butcher's Nails, and I can feel the endless pain that fills your heart... You don't have to do this. 】
[Angron, you know what I did. I never regret this endless pain. 】
【…I know. But it will all be meaningless... I cannot stay awake for long, and your heirs are dying out. This war will be nothing but a pointless struggle - the Blood God's will will overwhelm you all. 】
【No. The temporary pain is nothing compared to the eternal torture. The fact that this war is evaluated as meaningless... is a meaningful resistance. 】
【Extremely stupid! Freedom from your doomed fate is priceless, but you waste it on seeking revenge against an unstoppable force... I don't know what words to use to describe your madness - Elaine, you are the most The best choice is to stay away from that tyrant and the brass throne, no longer be controlled by them, no longer driven by these people as slaves...]
[My freedom comes from my ignorance and persistence. Angron, since you know my past, you should also know why I am obsessed with those people... Onomamus, War Dog, Karn... They all have an extremely important role in your and my inevitable destiny. meaning. 】
The Butcher's Nail buzzed in Angron's brain again. The chain ax took the opportunity to pass through the airtight block of the Black Sword. The single-molecule saw teeth crazily tore at the flesh and blood on the strong body of the demon primarch. .
The precious sanity is constantly being dispersed.
[Yeah...I saw everything. I saw your pain, I saw your experience of being tortured by my future, I saw your inner uneasiness in front of that tyrant, and I saw your helplessness in the face of the corruption of the Blood God. So...why, why are you bringing your cherished heir to me, a loser, again now? ? 】
The calm lake of the Sea of Mind was rippled by Angron's roar of pain.
yes. From the beginning, Angron didn't understand why the 'self' in front of him would abandon that hard-won freedom, why she seemed to be ignorant of the terror of the Blood God and the ruthlessness of the human tyrant, and took her care of herself. Everything I held dear was destroyed in this war.
Why should she save her long-broken soul from madness - enduring the torture of the Butcher's Nails and the pain from all humans on the battlefield, just to fulfill her long-cherished wish to 'save Angron' ! ?
Incomprehensible.
Incomprehensible.
…
The scarlet sky of Khorne's domain reflects the dim light, and the bloody storm in it has turned into rolling waves at some point. Scarlet thunder bursts out wantonly, and the thick and oppressive rolling thunderclouds are mixed with the roar of the blood god. Two giant beasts are like During the confrontation between the huge figures, rain of blood poured down. The unspeakable crazy fighting had caused the earth to be torn apart by the mighty force, and the pattering scarlet raindrops hit the dilapidated armor of both sides.
The war continues in the rain of blood, and the roar and roar represent the confrontation between courage and madness.
"...You still have a chance to get out of here, really get out of this."
Angron held the black sword tightly, his eyes vaguely exuding madness.
The war seemed to him of no value at all.
It is impossible for anyone to use war to compete with the Blood God, because even courage and resistance will add strength to this mighty destroyer.
This overwhelming emotion of dying with generosity even brings joy to Khorne.
Just like a fool who tries to change his destiny will always reach his inevitable fate at the next crossroads, using war and courage to rebel against the being on the brass throne will only usher in an endless tide of destruction.
Precious lives and resources are disappearing every moment in the war, but the mountain of skulls is endless.
He is the entity of courage and killing.
He is the embodiment of war.
However, the only response to the Blood Angel's sincere advice was the roar of the chainsaw's engine and a few brief words.
"…No."
Elaine's tired eyes always revealed perseverance.
Yes, this war is undoubtedly a long shot.
However, in her vision, even though the endless pain was still eating away at her will, those souls destined to fall under the blasphemous control of the Blood God had already received salvation from the distant future at this moment.
That cold and dazzling golden sun is the slim hope that she and mankind can persist until now.
Any tragedy can be transformed into meaningful loyalty, and any sacrifice can lead to a path to a new future.
"…Yeah."
Angron slowly raised the edge of the black sword.
It seems that he can no longer understand more about the ideas and persistence that 'himself' adheres to.
The link between his mind and his heart was severed under the vicious attack of nails, and the chain from the Blood God left him with more regrets in the end.
No matter when or where, Angron was a slave from beginning to end and never changed.
Anger and madness burned again in his pupils, and sanity and reason were swallowed up by filth.
Blood Angel turned the regrets of the past into the most sincere blessings and gave them to her who was still resisting her fate.
Maybe...she really has a chance to change the destined tragedy.
His hoarse voice suppressed the roar that was about to come out, until the last words were slowly spat out.
"…Good luck."
The will that had never been strong fell apart at this moment.
…
"actually…"
"I am also a wandering soul trapped by regrets and the past."
Elaine whispered softly.
But the roar of the chainsaw muffled her voice.
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