Chapter 561 79 Interlude: Extinguishing the Sun (10,000)

Chapter 561 79. Interlude: Extinguishing the Sun (10,000)

Kalgio took off his helmet, and blood immediately flowed out of the steel cage along with sweat, creating a small artificial tsunami. He loosened his fingers, letting the helmet and blood slide freely, then half-knelt on the ground and began to breathe deeply.

His three lungs greedily devoured the air, treating this unique, cold air that he had never seen before as a life-saving thing.

The Chapter Master did this work in silence, throwing away all the thoughts in his mind.

He didn't want to think about anything now, whether it was what the trembling deck under his feet indicated, or what they had just seen when they flew into the poisoned sky of Calth.

He was tired, he would not admit it, but this war did make him exhausted.

The original plan was disrupted. The fortress was completely destroyed one by one by the demon army that suddenly appeared in front of him. The underground city-states and the mortals in it that he swore to protect were slaughtered one by one in front of him, and their skulls were cut off.

Kalgio stood up slowly.

No, no. He had to figure out these two things.

He turned around, leaving his helmet alone there, and then strode towards someone.

His power armor hummed with his footsteps, and the noise was so loud that it was noticeable. I think it was probably because the servo motor had a problem, but this was inevitable.

His armor was full of traces left by the war. The shoulder armor on the right side had even disappeared, revealing the artificial muscle fibers underneath. The dark blue electric sparks were jumping and bursting inside, giving a small whine.

It was not known whether it was his footsteps or the sound of the armor that attracted the attention of his target, but in short, Yago Sevitarion did move his attention here.

The brilliance of psychic energy still did not dissipate from his eyes.

"I need a little explanation, Lord Sevitarion."

"The ship under your feet is called Night Soul, a meritorious warship that has been in service since the Legion period. After the establishment of the Shadow Knights, Night Soul has been their flagship. It was confirmed to be destroyed not long ago. As for now, its existence can be regarded as a unique summon."

Kalgio was silent for a while, and asked with difficulty: "What kind of summon?"

"The Emperor's summon." Sevitar answered expressionlessly. "I believe you must have seen them on Calth, or at least heard of them? The heroic spirits dressed in flames, awakened from their slumber, and fought for the living again. In short, the form of Night Soul's existence is similar to them."

"But it's just a ship."

There was a faint roar coming from under the deck, and the cold wind was whistling. Kalgio frowned and looked back with a little discomfort. He always felt that someone was observing him coldly, but this should be just an illusion. No one around was looking at him with that kind of eyes.

"No one has stipulated that a ship cannot exist in the form of a heroic spirit, Captain Calgio. Anyway, that's the way it is. Now, let's talk about the second thing."

"But I haven't told you what I want to talk to you about, sir."

"And I know what you want to talk about." Sevatar persuaded gently, with his right hand on his shoulder. He took the Son of Calth to another corner of the unmanned bridge.

"You saw him, right?" he asked.

Once again, Calgio fell into silence. He didn't really want to talk about it, but since Sevatar had mentioned it, there was no need for him to turn a blind eye.

He believed that the legendary Yago Sevitarion must have experienced similar things in his long life. The calmness shown by this genuine veteran was not forced calmness, but a kind of indifference after seeing too much.

What's more, there was a smile in the sentence he just said that shouldn't have appeared. Calgio didn't understand why this strange emotion existed, but he would remain rational about everything before the truth came out.

"Yes." said Calgio. "I saw him."

Sevatar smiled and nodded: "Then it's easy, forget him, Chapter Master."

"Forgive my stupidity."

"Remember his appearance, and find out the truth about his existence. These two things will not do you any good, please believe me, Calgio."

But why?

Calgio wanted to ask this question, but he finally held back.

Not only that, he even really began to throw these two things out of his mind as Sevatar said, and took the initiative to close the door, shutting them out once and for all.

He actually had some answers in his heart, although the answer was actually very vague, but it was still an answer.

The burning wings, the flesh-like armor, and the hideous bone face, if a being with the above common points is regarded as the messenger of the Emperor, wouldn't it be too ridiculous?

In Calgio's simple cognition, only one kind of existence can have these things at the same time. What's more, when he saw him from the corner of the warship's porthole, he was burning the sky with the infamous Kabanha.

"I believe you already have your own answer, Calgio, so I won't go into details - but I must explain the next thing to you."

"What is it, sir?"

"Don't call me sir anymore." Sevita said.

His tone was very soft, like whispering in the evening breeze. Calgio looked at him unblinkingly, waiting for the bombshell he was going to throw next.

He had been convinced that Yago Sevatarion was going to shock him with something, but he was wrong. Sevatarion didn't drop any bombs, he just smiled dryly.

"Look out the window," he said.

Calgio did as he was told. He turned to look at the observation window on the bridge. In an instant, he saw the poisonous cloud disappearing at a very fast speed and the burning air waves.

The radioactive dust-filled sky of Calth he was familiar with was gradually transforming into another scene, one that existed only in Calthian books. Even as Chapter Master, Calgio had never actually seen it, but now, he did.

His soul was shocked, because this scene was far beyond the description in the books, and the continuous imagination of the people of Calth during these ten thousand years.

Calgio saw cancerous stars. Each one is like the cloudy eyes of a dying person, and the most blazing and powerful one is called the sun.

It imprinted a deep memory point on his retina, and even if he closed his eyes, its appearance could still clearly appear in his mind.

He could see it expanding and boiling, and he didn't know if it was an illusion. He felt that he could even vaguely hear the scream of the star.

As the deck trembled more and more violently, Calgio formed a skyhawk with his hands on his chest.

"The God Emperor is above."

"The Emperor is not here, Calgio," Sevatar said with a half-smile, and slowly opened his arms. "Welcome to the void. Also, we are going to extinguish this sun."

"What?"

"We want to extinguish the sun," Savita repeated. "Actually, we're already on the way."

What he said was true. Calgio looked back at the array of meditators on the main bridge and got what he wanted from the chaotic data flow.

Before this, he had indeed not boarded any battleship, but this did not matter, because any son of Guilliman was very good at learning. Not only that, they were also good at putting what they learned into practical use immediately. go.

Calgio played this trait perfectly. He became a skilled sailor in just ten seconds. From those data, he knew that the battleship under his feet was really heading towards the Cowes galaxy. sun.

It had just broken through the shackles of gravity and left its homeland with the remaining rescued Kaos people. The first thing it had to do now was to destroy its sun.

Why? Because we can't use it anymore? Calgio thought, and he even had a vague urge to laugh.

"No, it's because this ship needs energy." Saiweita said very seriously. "She needs a little help getting us to our destination."

"But what does that have to do with the sun?"

Sevatar smiled again, with a hint of obvious sadness and a natural anger in his smile.

"You'll know," he said.

What he said was true.

——

"I've heard of you"

Kabanha licked the blood from his lips with satisfaction, spinning the whip in his left hand to tear the air, tearing a group of vampires who were bold enough to stand beside it and cheer for it into two alive.

The big demon paid no attention to the screams and curses of its inferior kind at this moment, and its sharp beast eyes were still staring intently at its opponent.

"Is this important?" Shen asked.

He stood there with bare hands. The ground beneath his feet was cracked, and every crack was filled with boiling magma.

The pair of burning wings raised behind him were even more terrifying than those possessed by Kabanha. At least the pair of demon Khorne's wings would not scorch the sky, burn flesh and blood, and cause unbearable pain to the earth for no reason. Roar.

"Oh, Shen, of course it is important." Kabanha replied with a low smile. "A warrior's reputation is forged by his honor and his achievements. This is why even a violent person can be admired."

Shen listened calmly without saying a word.

"War is the only eternal truth in this galaxy. Every race needs warriors. As long as they are brave, good at fighting and absolutely ruthless towards the enemy, then no matter how many shortcomings this person has, he can still be full of honor. body."

Kabanha sighed slowly: "Just like the descendants of my only old enemy, how many of them are ashamed of the endless rage boiling in their veins? How many of them are almost addicted to blood?"

"The answer is zero." Shen replied, as if he didn't care about the current situation. "No matter how many times they approach that single limit, the light of Sanguinius will revive them, Ka'banha. You and your god cannot touch any of the Sons of Angels."

The demon laughed, genuinely amused by his words. Its blood spurted from the wounds in its limbs and body in a bloody haze in which the dead demon returned to it in raw, pure ferocity.

In just a blink of an eye, Kabanha no longer had any wounds on his body, but it seemed dissatisfied with this and snorted coldly. Bloody thunder flashed across the sky, as if urging it, so it spoke again.

"I don't want to get involved with them. I have no interest in turning them from warriors into trash. Make no mistake, Shen, I am not one of those despicable things who have no shame and only know about pleasure. The person standing in front of you is Caban ha--"

It suddenly roared, its wings raised, and its heartbeat like a war drum rumbled under the brass armor. The big demon suddenly took a step forward, crushed the ground with his feet, magma burst out, and hit Shen's head with a whistling whip from his left hand.

This blow was enough to destroy any city wall, but it didn't even hit Shen before it was blown away by a searing wave of air and fell into Shen's hands.

He held the bloody whip with one hand, and the angry flames instantly clung to it and began to burn the essence gained from killings throughout the ages.

Ka'banha didn't even try to avoid it. He actually smiled and clenched his left paw. He didn't let go as the angry flames spread, allowing the blade-like flames to accurately cut through its flesh. The smell of flesh and blood hit him, and then its brass armor.

The metal was torn, boiled, and turned into molten scrap metal and fell to the ground. The scarred ground seemed to have reached its limit because of this, and suddenly sank more than several meters, and dust was flying all over the sky.

Kabanha exhaled a breath of blood-smelling hot breath with great interest, and praised with a low smile.

"Every time I fight with you, I always feel happy and scarred, a testament to my honor. Tell me, Shen, do you enjoy this battle?"

"No."

"So, what about the past? You have had such a long life and so many battles. Have you never felt happy for a moment while swinging your sword?"

"Maybe, but I can't remember clearly." Shen replied noncommittally, his voice still clear as he held the whip and wrestled with the devil.

"Then I do feel sorry for you."

Kabanha said, his voice low, and every syllable reverberated violently like a fist hitting armor. It held the long whip, endured the power of the angry flames, and actually sank in the pit.

Step after step, firm and powerful, the great decapitation sword held in his right hand was extremely bright. The skull symbol of Khorne roared in the center of the sword, exuding a burst of dark anger. There were actually countless howls in it, calling loudly for slaughter. .

Kabanha snorted and suddenly held the sword hard, causing the mist to instantly disappear. Thunderclouds rolled in the sky, and the radiation dust was collected by an indescribable force, forming an eye filled with blood.

The big devil raised his head to look at it and shook his head slowly.

"It's not time yet, Blood God." It said lowly, and the anger in its words was breathtaking. "I promised you that I would give you a continuation of the battle ten thousand years ago, but this is not it. My old enemy has not yet arrived."

"Your courage is also breathtaking." Shen said.

Kabanha looked away, and the smile returned to its face again.

"It's okay. My God appreciates brave men rather than cowards. I am not disobeying Him, but doing His things in His name."

"Just like you and I are fighting here now, every battle in this world will be more or less pleasurable for Him. And He has always been generous and will always send blessings. Otherwise, why do you think you can always fight a hundred battles?" A surviving warrior?"

Shen didn't answer, but suddenly let go of his right hand, and the long whip whined and whined, then flew back quickly and struck Kabanha himself, making a loud noise.

It smiled ferociously, loosened its grip and threw it to the ground. Then it clenched the giant beheading sword in its hand with both hands. The guard like angel wings began to glow with blood at this moment.

The big demon reached out and grabbed it, and actually pulled out a spear from the sharp tail of the giant sword's handle.

"The Spear of Completion." It proudly introduced. "Forged in my blood and reborn in my name, killed in my name. I swore to the Blood God that I would drive it through Sanguinius's chest."

Shen still didn't answer, just clenched his fists and slowly walked towards it.

The battle started again in an instant. Kabanha's anger was breathtaking. The two horns on its head were the symbol of hell, and the blood in its veins was a embodiment of this violence.

It will be injured, but its anger will only grow stronger, and the desire to kill powerful enemies and perform massacres is rampaging within its huge body, leading it to higher realms.

It has been getting stronger since the beginning of the battle and has never stopped.

Shen couldn't figure out the meaning of this thing, but he didn't bother to care - Chaos may not always be an idealistic thing, but the devil must be.

Fortunately, so does he.

So he responded with equal fury.

The stronger Ka'banha gets, the louder the souls of those it slaughters scream. The more obvious its anger is, the more vengeful fury Shen can draw upon.

There is no concept of time in chaos. From eternity to the future, the countless dead people massacred by Kabanha are screaming in a river of blood, demanding Shen to avenge them.

In the past, this would have driven him crazy, but not anymore.

He has fallen permanently into madness.

The white bone surface was stained with broken blood, and dark fire ignited from the center of both fists. Fist against spear, fist against sword, devil against devil, rage against rage.

Their battle began to destroy everything around them, from the vampires who started killing each other out of boredom, to the steel bulls of Khorne, or the ground of Calth itself.

Before they knew it, the battle between them turned into an act of destruction, as two absolute and restless monsters began to use their own innate qualities to force the collapse of Calth.

The spiral of hatred, the abyss of rage, and the blood of the two demons have unknowingly overflowed into the abyss, making it look like a wetland. One of them kept laughing wildly, while the other was so cold that he was no different from the dead.

If nothing unexpected happens, this battle will probably continue until Calth really collapses due to their atrocities, but don't forget that this is still an altar.

So accidents are bound to come, because Shen planned all of this.

Now, he didn't need to look up at the sky to know that the Night Soul was flying towards the cancerous sun of Calth.

She is a great mother. Even though she has persisted in pain for ten thousand years, she will continue to follow the past traditions to bring the alternation of night and day to the people of Kaos, even if most of them will not be able to witness it in their lifetime. Saw it even once.

This ten-thousand-year journey will come to an end today, and the Night Soul will heal her pain and let her rest in peace. This is a helpless move and a necessary move. Her last embers will continue to burn in the Night Soul's engines, carrying the people of Calth to the Glory of Macragge.

"ah"

Kabanha let out an unexpected sigh. It stopped swinging its sword and glanced up at the darkening sky. Its ferocious beast-like face showed a bit of anthropomorphic surprise. Then, it actually laughed.

With a bang, Kabanha put down his hand and slammed the huge decapitation sword in his hand into the ground. It put its paws on it and looked at Shen with a smile.

The latter calmly took a step back, pulled out the spear stuck in his chest with one hand, threw it back, and pierced Kabanha's neck.

The big demon turned his head nonchalantly, letting his weapon tremble, craving for more blood. Not even the sound has changed at all.

"Like I said, fighting you guys always puts me in a good mood."

"Even so?"

"Even so," the devil said. "Winning by outsmarting is part of the battle. I'm not a fool like Skarbrand - you won this battle, Shen, but you should know that this is not my end."

She hummed.

"I will come back and continue the killing." Kabanha said seriously. "You don't need to think about who summoned me here. The lack of an answer is also an answer. Furthermore, I think you don't care about this matter at all. Are you my enemy?"

"Where will you show up again?"

Kabanha couldn't help laughing.

"I don't know either!" it said frankly and proudly. "But I will destroy all your hopes. At that time, the war will spread to every corner of this starry sky. Can you imagine how powerful I will be at that time?"

It lowered its head and leaned on its sword. It suddenly stopped smiling and whispered seriously to Shen: "And he is not the savior. He can't save anyone. The only person who can save you is Sanguinius."

Shen was silent for a moment and uttered one word: "Symbol."

"Yes, a symbol - only such people are enough to be my old enemy. In the darkness and despair, in the midst of your screams and cries, Sanguinius waved his wings and shed golden light, Finally stood in front of me."

Ka'banha raised his sword with a ferocious smile, pressed it against his face, and whispered slowly like an oath.

"That battle will be my crowning masterpiece."

The sky was dark, and the diseased sunlight suddenly dissipated, and no trace could be seen anymore. The poisonous heat it had originally cast disappeared without a trace, and an indescribable cold descended on the ground of Calth.

Countless pairs of scarlet eyes stared at each other, not understanding what was going on - of course, for the blood god's demon army, this was not a problem worth considering.

Soon, they started fighting each other. Kabanha is the only demon that has not exercised any violence. Of course it has this urge. All the killings happening around it are arousing its sensitive nerves.

But it's tired of it.

Fighting against the loved ones of the God of Vengeance is always like this. It is only enjoyable at the beginning, but becomes more and more boring towards the end.

Their anger is two completely different things from what Ka'banha is familiar with. How can ice and fire be merged together?

Moreover, in the final analysis, the battle between them is essentially just two forces biting each other. The real victory or defeat does not lie in the warriors themselves, but in how much the world they live in can accommodate the power of their gods.

Ka'banha sees it very clearly now. For a demon of Khorne, it is surprisingly calm. No one knows how much preference Khorne gave it and allowed it to maintain such a self.

"Come on," Kabanha said. "End this boring battle, let's go back to the chaos. That's a good place to be. Just fight to the death without restraint."

It suddenly twitched its nose and snorted: "I smell the smell of war. Your brothers are fighting with my kind in it. It's such a melee. It can be a good dessert before the battle between me and Sanguinius." "

"You have a big appetite." Shen said.

Kabanha burst out laughing at these words: "I'm never satisfied!"

Once again, Shen clenched his fists calmly. In the dark night sky overhead, the shadow of a burning battleship was rapidly moving away, as small as dust.

He understood that this was farewell.

He walked towards Kabanha, who raised his sword expectantly and let him approach without swinging his sword.

Shen understood what it was going to do. The demon was going to end the fight in a fair way, which they all decided not to continue. Therefore, it did not control the distance as before, but let Shen approach it.

Next, they only had the opportunity to strike once.

Shen stood there silently, bearing the demon's terrifying gaze without caring, and letting it choose the angle of the sword at will.

He didn't care about this matter. There was no need to care too much about punching. In the words of Siani, "You just punch, and the enemy is the one who needs a headache." His words were a little unreasonable, but Shen accepted them.

To this day, he has seen too many unreasonable things, and he himself is one of them.

So, there is nothing to say.

It's just that it's a little regretful. When will we meet again next time? I haven't had time to bring you their words

Shen finally looked up and looked at the sky, but there was nothing there, not even the light of the stars, only darkness, only darkness, as always.

Kabanha roared and swung his sword.

Shen swung his fist with unusual calmness.

Cawth trembled at their feet and began his final transformation.

——

In the blood, Robert Guilliman limped to his feet.

There was still green flesh stuck in his fist, and the huge beast with scars grunted and exhaled its last breath tremblingly.

It was four meters tall, but not now. Now, it was just a horrible wreckage. Guilliman destroyed its possibility of survival and beat it into a pool of minced meat.

He himself didn't know how he did it. Before the battle really started, he didn't think he could match this thing. However, when the battle started, he put all these things behind him.

There was no worry anymore, only an inexplicable anger.

He began to clean himself in silence. The simple chain mail had many dents, and the soft leather underneath had broken. He simply pulled them off with one hand and threw them aside.

He spent three hours making such a simple chain mail. So far, it has not played the role he imagined in the battle.

He could dodge most of the orcs' attacks, so the armor itself was naturally useless. As for the few he couldn't dodge, it didn't play any protective role.

Guilliman raised his hand and touched his right abdomen, feeling a piercing pain. He knew that it was a broken bone, but he didn't have time to deal with it now.

He turned around and saw a group of survivors. They were looking at him in awe, as if staring at a god. They were also wearing armor, but unlike Guilliman, their armor was typical knight armor with a smock, but there was no warhorse.

This problem is easy to explain: the ferocity of the greenskins is something that even a galloping warhorse cannot defeat. The strong ones among them can often overturn them with one hand, and then it's a happy killing time.

These creatures are born without knowing how terrible war is, or maybe it is just a kind of thing they rely on for survival, combining entertainment and survival, and because of this, they become even more terrible.

Guilliman silently summarized and classified these observations, and then walked towards the group of knights.

"My Lord--"

They bowed, worshiped, and knelt to him. Guilliman was indifferent to these things. He had learned to be calm, not out of indifference, but out of protection.

People could not understand why he did not like these superficial things, and they did not have the soil to give birth to a mind that could understand him enough. At least not now.

"-Dominion."

Guilliman called out the name of one of the knights, who trembled all over and immediately knelt on the ground, not hesitating to bury his head deep in the soil to fully show his respect for Guilliman.

Suppressing the boredom in his heart, Guilliman tried to make his tone calmer.

"Clean up the battlefield, search for survivors, return to the city, and ask Lord Kamo to take out all the wine in his basement and bring it here. I can use it."

"Understood, sir." The knight called Dominion answered respectfully, and Guilliman turned and left.

He didn't need to look back to know that Dominion probably dared to look back after he had walked a long way. He didn't have time to deal with this matter now. He just kept walking and timed it, away from the battlefield, and came to a deep forest, and then he slowly lay down on the ground.

It had only been ten days since he got the name, but he felt extremely tired, as if he had lived for centuries.

Before the appearance of the dead villagers was blurred, he had already arrived at a new city. It was not a village, but a city, with a moat and towering walls, and protected by soldiers and knights.

From the perspective of the feudal era, this was already a very good place, but the residents inside were panic-stricken. The reason was nothing else, just because of the news from the east.

According to the merchants who were still in shock, one or even several cities that were better than the one they lived in were destroyed by the greenskins, all the powerful knights died, and the noble lords were killed one after another by the greenskins, leaving no one alive, only their terrifying laughter.

It was natural for them to be terrified, but Guilliman could not understand why they worshipped him so much the first time they saw him, and even started to call him the savior.

People truly regarded him as the savior, the demigod, the son of God, and even the priests in the church rushed to crown him at the first moment, putting a golden crown on his head.

He could not understand this absurd fact until he saw the local lord - even the lord who was supposedly very concerned about power had no doubt about his identity, and directly announced in public that he was the son of the God-Emperor in mythology, and even wanted to serve him as the master on the spot.

Guilliman declined this strange source of power, but did not completely reject it.

He borrowed the library of the lord's family, trying to figure out what was going on, but unfortunately, he did not have much time, because the greenskins were here again.

Without hesitation, Guilliman immediately joined the war. This time, with the help of well-trained soldiers, he finally did not swallow another defeat.

But victory is secondary. The most urgent task is to verify the knowledge he inexplicably obtained from his mind.

Wine, oil and anything that can cause a fire are his targets. If this method can succeed, then he may be able to successfully crack the secret of the greenskins who can always revive as recorded in the lord's library.

At that time, a real victory will be within reach.

But, what about after that?

Guilliman looked at the sky blankly through the lush green above his head, and suddenly smiled bitterly-it's better not to think too much, just focus on the present.

He sat up silently, and the corner of his eye naturally captured a wild beast hiding in the mountains and forests. It was a doe, and she was staring at Guilliman across a stream. The stream was calm and flowing slowly, and her eyes were so quiet.

Guilliman returned the same gaze, and a kind of indescribable tranquility naturally emerged in his heart.

He even smiled uncontrollably, but of course, the smile only lasted for a short time. He remembered what he had done, even though it was necessary for survival, but.

He suppressed his smile, swallowed the urge to feel sick, and slowly stood up. However, at this moment, the doe walked towards him. She walked very carefully and cautiously, but she did not retreat or stop.

Guilliman frowned and tried to drive her away, but no matter how he waved his hands and made threatening sounds, the beautiful creature did not retreat. She crossed the stream, came to Guilliman wetly with the smell of the forest, raised her head and smelled him.

Robert Guilliman touched her cheek with trembling hands.

The pain and regret in his heart, the destruction of the village, the mystery around him, and the distrust of the stolen identity, all these things were temporarily forgotten by him, leaving only the doe and her calm breathing.

Then, a dark bird fluttered silently over his head.

Guilliman suddenly felt a surge of hunger in his heart. In fact, this was not a simple hunger, but a crazy impulse that was enough to destroy human reason. He felt his mouth and tongue saliva, his throat rolled up and down uncontrollably, and his eyes towards the doe changed quietly.

Guilliman suddenly let go of his hand, took two steps back in disbelief, and barely broke free from the instinctive comfort.

How could it be? ! He asked himself. He had eaten enough food before the battle, and this war could not consume him to this extent

He thought painfully and tried hard to restrain his instincts, but the deer took a few steps forward and caught up.

Through her dark eyes, Guilliman saw his own face, which was a hideous and distorted face, with exposed teeth, lips whitened due to excessive tension, and only pure hunger in his eyes.

Seeing such an ugly thing, his only remaining string of reason finally broke at this moment.

A second later, he gutted this beautiful creature. Her blood splashed out, and her flesh began to linger between Guilliman's lips and teeth, such a wonderful taste permeated on the tip of his tongue.

The meat was so tender, the blood was so sweet, and she didn't make any sound before she died. Guilliman ate in a daze, his face was sweaty, he was unconscious, and he didn't know that a black bird was casting a happy gaze on his head.

He ate until he was covered in blood, his face was covered with broken meat, and his nails were full of fur fragments, but he was still very focused. He took out her internal organs and stuffed them into his mouth, starting from the heart, all the way to the lungs, liver, and a wet, eyeless, still gasping young existence.

Robert Guilliman was suddenly stunned.

He looked at his hand, the dying fawn, with such shock, like a newborn baby opening his eyes for the first time, or a blind person who has never had sight.

He vomited.

He wanted to cry again, but failed. Then, he heard footsteps coming from behind him, with a wary sound, and the sound of leaves and branches rubbing against armor.

"My Lord? You have not returned yet, so I followed the traces you left behind to find you--"

Guilliman turned his head sharply and saw a knight with a look of astonishment, which was turning into fear.

He stood up and pounced on him.

Above his head, the black bird flapped its wings and took off. It was very happy, and He was also very happy, but He could always see further.

His gaze was not only on this remote and wild world, but also on many different places at the same time. He looked at these different Robert Guillimans with fascination, and classified them according to the nature of the Primarch with a very evil taste.

Cannibal, not yet cannibal, evil, lawful, chaotic He dealt with this matter in an instant, but only left this one unclassified.

He picked him out and put him aside.

"Destiny." He couldn't help but chuckle and whispered. "Can you resist?"