The world was burning, but he couldn't see clearly.
Thick smoke was darkening the sky, but he could smell it and hear it.
The burning bodies of the soldiers inside the armor, the cracking of stones on the city wall roasted by hellish fire, and the ear-piercing screams.
The war begins.
The thick ashes that swelled with the death of the huge alien swept across the killing battlefield outside a magnificent fortress. Their assault failed to break through the front line to approach the siege artillery, but the artillery also disappeared from his sight. ——Maintain endless bombardment.
What violent music.
His heart beats and dances with its thunderous melody.
Then they started pushing, pushing hard.
The sun was scorching here, and he was sweltering in his heavy armor. The heat released by his skin had begun to blur the air.
A warrior wearing light gray armor stood aside and shouted the slogan of charge. The surrounding warriors echoed in unison, summoning increasingly powerful anger, making the heat stronger.
A flag flew in the air.
what is that?
He couldn't see clearly.
Then he started running, leaving everything behind him, his joints burning from the constant use.
A bullet struck him in the shoulder armor, but had little effect.
He roared, looking again at the flag, the only thing he could still see through the smoke. ,
But why couldn't he see anything clearly?
Somewhere nearby, a certain existence was fighting. Even if that existence was distant and invisible, it still excited him.
For a few seconds, the smoke thinned, and he caught a glimpse of bright yellow shining through the gray.
"Over there."
A voice appeared behind him, and an armored hand stretched out from behind his shoulder, guiding him.
"Dorne and his sons have done well. Our brothers have a number of capable warriors."
"Indeed."
"Then should we be more perfect than he is?"
The person behind said, he turned around to look, but only saw a toothy smile and a scattered blue-purple, and then the thick smoke engulfed them again.
"Okay, brother!"
brother?
The word made his heart palpitate.
He began to laugh, his voice loud and rough, not caring about the bullets fired at him from the smoke, and then pointed at the gray.
"How about we take a sword and stick it straight into the throat of one of those savage creatures, eh, brother?"
There was no response.
Then he started running on his own, and the entire team issued a new charge order as he ran.
The soldiers followed him.
Through the smoke, he saw a tall metal tower crumbling down with slow, unstoppable grace. Like a sword cutting through the thick smoke, it continues to collapse and disintegrate as it falls.
When it finally hit the ground, the impact shook the entire battlefield like an earthquake, blowing away the thick smoke and revealing the true enemy.
They had ugly square faces, protruding fangs, disgusting green skin, and wore pointed helmets. They were sweating under the heavy armor. They looked determined but fearful, standing in rows, roaring loudly in demonstration.
Sporadic fire came from the breached city wall, mostly live ammunition and strange energy weapons.
He held high a weapon that looked like a spear or a halberd, and led the team forward.
"Let the harvest begin!"
Suddenly, he yelled, infected by fighting fever.
Then he jumped over the gap in the city wall, jumped over the rubble piles and the injured underneath, and rushed towards the opponents who were still able to fight.
Roaring, I chopped off a big man's head and suddenly glanced around me.
Why? Why couldn't he see the man's face clearly?
"These greenskins are never finished, right? Even Horus suffered at their hands."
Horus? Why say Horus——
who is he?
But he soon put these questions behind him. He kept waving his weapon, and soon the spear tip was dyed red, slaughtering a large number of defenders.
Their formation first buckled and then collapsed.
It was then that he heard the trumpet blowing. Victory was near, but the bloodshed was far from over.
He killed two enemies at the same time with a single thrust, impaling them both on his spear, and then a large man over four meters tall rushed over. Its head was covered with scars, brandishing a metal hook that looked like A handy weapon.
He dodged the first blow, and then threw a spear with his backhand and penetrated the head of the giant beast.
The enemy fell, he stepped on the hill of corpses and pulled out his spear.
But then he began to hear the cheers of victory as the flag was raised to the sky, and he could feel the reverence of all the warriors cheering for him.
They loved him so much and were proud of him.
Suddenly, that blue-purple figure walked up to him and put her hand on his shoulder.
"brother--"
All the images began to fly by, and he wanted to see the man's face clearly.
With a ticking sound, the retinal display responded to his expectations.
Soshyan blinked and found that he was in his own room wearing armor and a helmet.
Did he just have a dream?
"Bros."
There was no one around Soshyan. He wanted to call out to others, and they responded, but it was very strange.
Some kind of weird laughter shot through the sound waves like a machine gun, followed by loud curses and screams.
Suddenly, the channel became dead silent again.
He tried several other channels, but they were all dead, all silent, and then the entire ship obviously began to speed up.
Soshyan tasted the sting of uneasiness. The sudden emptiness of the ship was a worrying mystery, which caused a wry smile to creep on his pale lips.
He felt as if he was still in a dream.
The dream within the dream sounds both incredible and chilling.
"I’m waiting for you."
A voice rang in his ears, and Soshyan drew his sword, left his room, and followed his will to the bridge.
The journey from his room to the bridge was no more than ten minutes, but the main spine of the Unbound Soul was also empty when he passed.
When he entered the bridge, he barely recognized it as a place where he often spent time.
Although this place is still the same as before, a huge oval building in Gothic style, the ceiling and walls are filled with gargoyle statues or other strange carvings.
But the style has changed. A mutilated angel roars silently on the central throne, his eyes are entangled in barbed wires, while a bat-winged demon stretches its long wings across the turret on the second floor.
The air is filled with blasphemy, torture and devil worship.
A throne in the middle rose high, its huge volume aimed at the tactical display screen, and above, a broken body was nailed and bound by chains.
