[The whisper of the rose flower brings news that the servants of the Decaying Corpse Emperor have arrived in the dry land. 】
[The long-gestated disillusionment blooms at this moment, and the poisonous buds will spread out the seeds of destruction. 】
[The hand of destiny has been stained by the will of the Blood Lord, but the new string of destiny still sings the grand poem of burning the galaxy. 】
[The moment of revenge and birth has arrived, and the day when the false god ascends the throne is gradually approaching. 】
[Look...that is the burning Milky Way, that is the desperate battle of the unyielding Wolf Shepherd facing the fall, that is the cry of the pure Medusa before being tainted by the mechanical truth, that is the angry and proud Phoenix falling The struggle before entering the quagmire——]
[The curtain is gradually rising...and the hand of fate will lift the curtain of this ruin. 】
【Wake up, wake up...my child】
[Ordinary, immature, and pitiful Cyrene... The confession of the proud mother of hounds is meaningless, and the compassion and punishment in it will be carried out by the insignificant you. 】
[Yes, they have left behind everything you hold dear... plundering sincere lives with fire and bullets, and the sad rationality that the decadent empire upholds has disappeared at this moment...]
[Yes, they brought destruction to your faith... The false truth forcefully given by Aurelion's will, those who once possessed the truth are now walking towards the cold and dark abyss of the sun...]
[They use hypocritical masks to explain the fact of disloyalty...]
[The breaking of the hand of fate has become a fact, and a new important responsibility will be given to you. 】
【Go find the truth. Let’s find the answers to everything…]
[Change, only change...]
[No need to lament, no need to pity...]
[The souls of the world in the entire galaxy are your and my right-hand men. The children of change hidden in every capital are our brothers and sisters. The storm spreading in the sea of stars will bloom again under our will...]
[At the end where the branches of fate intersect with the intricate spider web, only endless changes are waiting for us...]
[Use your no longer perfect body and will to launch revenge on those warriors who harbor false words, and use sincere and fanatical hatred to induce a peaceful world under their command...]
[Avenge your death, avenge your family...]
【Revenge for me (the perfect city). 】
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pain.
After being hit by those merciless bolts, Cyrene felt nothing but endless pain.
The darkness in the field of vision is like a curtain covered with black ink that cannot go away. At this moment, any sense is completely blocked, and even the limbs and heartbeat cannot be felt.
Just like a dead body thrown into the deep sea, the heavy water pressure is oppressing the soul and will, and any breath will bring death.
Cyrene felt everything, but thought far more clearly than at any time in the past.
Except for the severe pain of being dismembered, most of the pain came from the soul: she witnessed the collapse of the city of faith, and also witnessed the angels of the past turned into messengers of death, until the incomprehensible rain of fire was thrown to the innocent people. people.
She recalled the cruel words spoken by the tall Astartes.
——Loyalty is more important than faith.
Although he could not understand any meaning of the words, at that moment, Cyrene already felt that something was broken in his heart.
It was a wound that could not be healed, symbolizing that the former believer girl was completely abandoned by her faith, as if her relatives, friends and loved ones were just meaningless dust in front of the word 'loyalty', which could be exalted. The angels trampled and abandoned them.
Although Cyrene can no longer feel her body, her awake soul is constantly filled with all the scenes she has seen:
The burning sky, the broken church, the corpses everywhere, and the blood spreading.
The crime and punishment of fools, the sad ending of ignorant lambs.
Until those sufferings and punishments were mixed into a bone-deep hatred.
Then, death comes.
Her limbs were torn apart in the roaring flames, and her soul sank into incomprehension. The last sight she could see before her consciousness dissipated was the tongues of fire spewed by the pitch-black blunderbuss in the hands of the angels of death. And the sacred runes engraved on those exquisite and thick power armors.
The memories of Cyrene ended abruptly, as if all the suffering and wailing in it had never existed, and the blazing fire of the entire planet was just a dim and fleeting firefly compared to the twinkling stars.
…How ridiculous.
Cyrene wanted to laugh out loud, but the lack of physical texture stopped her from thinking, and even reminded her of some disabled people she had seen.
Grief, sorrow, no words can describe Cyrene's mood at this time. Just like a disabled person abandoned by God himself, Cyrene is also a disabled person abandoned by the emperor and angels at this moment.
The emptiness in the soul is roaring, and the scars in the heart are bleeding.
These angels abandoned the great city they built with their own hands and burned everything the people of the perfect city relied on for survival, and the reason for all this was just...
loyalty.
Why loyalty? Why is loyalty more important than anything else? Why do angels demonstrate their loyalty by destroying a perfect city?
Although the consciousness has slowly dissipated in pain, many questions are still bursting out in the girl's heart. She cannot understand every word in the sentences spoken by the angels. Is it possible that the people of the Perfect City are different from each other? Don’t angels all believe in the Emperor’s Lamb?
This is all too weird...it all happened too suddenly.
Cyrene's petite heart seemed to have been torn open with a scar. From the bottom of her heart, she longed for the cause of everything, the beginning and end of everything, answers, explanations, no matter how you call them, because her ignorant and confused heart had already An indispensable obsession was born.
Doubt breeds obsession.
Obsession breeds hatred.
It was not until the burning hatred grew in the girl's heart that Cyrene realized its source.
【Soul of the World】
——It calls itself this.
In the corner of Cyrene's broken consciousness, there are some inner voices that have been almost forgotten by him.
It tells the tiny mortal girl everything about thousands of years, from Terra in ancient times, from the city-state where mankind originated, to the brilliance of the stars, the madness of the dark technological age, the darkness of the Age of Strife, and the great The beginning of the expedition, the birth of the Mother of War Dogs, the opportunity for the destruction of the perfect city...
There is so much knowledge and so many truths that even Cyrene did not realize the strangeness in his soul...
It waved its light blue bird feathers, stirring up Cyrene's heart.
Until everything about her as a mortal fell apart.
Faith, soul, will, life.
What was once Cyrene is dead.
Only the new hand of fate remains.
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(End of chapter)
