Chapter 732 24 Catching Eagles (Ten, End)

Chapter 732 24. Catching Eagles (Ten, End)

In just a short moment, everything began to change, and Epidemius didn't even notice where this change came from - and then it went crazy.

The Great Unclean One's supposedly indestructible reason dissipated like smoke in an instant, leaving only the corrupt instincts running rampant in its body. It screamed and raised the crucible, ignoring the boiling liquid in it, and just threw it hard on the ground.

With a slight sound, the crucible shattered immediately, and the resulting fragments were deeply embedded in the fungal blanket due to the great power of the Great Unclean One. The thick soup in it naturally could not avoid the bad luck. In just a blink of an eye, they penetrated deep into the fungal blanket and disappeared.

So, what about the clerk? How does it feel about the possibility of this final turn of events being destroyed by its own hands?

The answer is no, it has no idea, because it can't think at all.

Coincidentally, the Rainfather who was suffering under the Phoenix Sword was in the same situation. The essence of its existence had been destroyed by more than half. However, from the moment the crucible broke, this destruction was forced to stagnate - not stop, but stagnate.

Just like the characters in a video will not continue to move after the pause button is pressed, Rotigus's essence, flesh and blood, and even thoughts are all wrapped in this inexplicable silence, and no vitality is seen.

Other things in the cave could not escape the silence. The air stopped flowing, the moss stopped echoing, the heat from the deep crust was forced to stop halfway, the tiny friction between rocks disappeared, and even the tiny particles in the microscopic world stopped their thermal motion that should never stop.

Another side of the power of the God of Despair and Disease is revealed here without reservation.

He ignored the war in the garden, the mad scribe and the destroyed Rainfather, and poured his power into this small cave in the material world with a resolute and unyielding attitude.

The curtain shook, and one of the underlying rules that constituted the existence and operation of the world was easily shaken, allowing the "stagnation" force that should not appear in a world with life to emerge.

He stretched out a hand, remember? This hand once reached out to the crucible, and now the pot has shattered, where did his hand go?

The answer is simple, everywhere.

"Come." The owner of the hand said kindly.

The hand that had already grasped the phoenix clenched suddenly.

It was stretched out from the crucible, there is no doubt about it, and the soup in it is still hanging on its unobservable twisted shape. And now, they are rushing into Fulgrim's body with this hand as a medium.

The flower planted in his body began to grow ecstatically, and this joy of "birth" was unstoppable. If Phoenix could still feel anything, he would definitely feel extremely uncomfortable - how can there be two wills in one body?

But now he was frozen at the microscopic level, and could only let the hand grab him, water the flowers in his body, and then take him to a garden. And they were not hindered at all during the process, as if the veil had determined that Fulgrim did not belong to the material world

After this, Phoenix's consciousness slowly returned, as if he had regained life, but he seemed to have lost his eyesight and could no longer see anything. There was only a very inclusive and deadly darkness in front of him.

Something gently put him on the ground, and he felt an extremely strong sticky feeling on his hair and the back of his neck. This made him alert and disgusted. Although he couldn't see for the time being, he could feel that he was lying on something indescribable.

But having this feeling was definitely not a good thing for him now. His perception began to spread, and the opposite of reason screamed in the next moment.

Floor. A voice rose in Phoenix's heart. You are lying on the floor of a room.

Room?

Yes, room. It was big, but also very old. This house existed in the past and the future at the same time. It was a common residence of decay, disease, despair and heat death.

These things had lived here for a long, long time, so long that you didn't even dare to think about it. Human will could not maintain itself in the endless time that was often measured in eternity.

Phoenix wanted to say something, but he suddenly began to cough. He wanted to hold the sword tightly, but his hands were empty. He couldn't hold anything, couldn't hold anything tightly. His vitality was being taken away, and his life naturally decayed with it.

No.

He tried to resist.

The voice beyond reason calmly gave a verdict in his heart: Don't do this, you can't resist, this is no longer something you can control with willpower alone, this is His garden, can't you feel it?

Whose? Phoenix roared in his heart. Whose? !

A name was spoken by that voice and another existence in the mansion in unison.

"Nurgle."

The voice fell flatly, falling into his ears, creating a loud noise like a million supernovas exploding at the same time.

Along with the sound, a presence also broke into his mind, bringing something with it.

At first, it was a quiet and peaceful world, and then it collapsed, and along with the countless lives on it, it returned to nothingness. There was no reason, no sign, it just died.

Years passed, time passed, and its wreckage wandered aimlessly in the universe until it was captured by the gravity of other planets.

The last little wreckage of a world fell in another world, and the volume had been worn as if the palm of the baby's palm was worn.

The deep green began to spread from the top of the baby's hand. The creatures were captured by the disease.

The years are replaced, the time passes, and the second world is disintegrated. The wreckage is wandering again, spreading the plague and disease, until the universe is full of decay and pain -and the thing finally appears at all the top of this. Essence

The entropy of God responded with a smile, and then wiped out the universe to make everything return to silence.

The years are replaced, and the time passes. Until a day, the new universe was born again, and He also started to wait.

Dalm. Everything shouted all things. Dalm.

This is not a name, but a concept. This concept was standing next to Foggrem, with a smile. His smile is so kind that a kind old man is looking at his younger generation.

He is looking forward to.

Phoenix's flesh boiled in an instant.

He couldn't describe his feelings at this moment, but only felt that he was collapsed. Just like those worlds, he was captured and rotten. Every life on it was reduced to live and dead in the disease. Essence

He was hot for a while, cold, his teeth trembled, and the illusion of madness surged deep in the bone marrow, as if something was knocking on the door outside. They knocked on his spine, knocking on his ribs, and then greeting: How are you? Are you okay, Fogrem?

They smiled with dirty fingers and knocked on his bones, and kept at a moment until the bones appeared cracks. So they put their eyes up and peeped out. Countless eyes were swollen and twisted. Each blink splashed mucus, splashing on his flesh, stirring the melting sound.

His hiss, hot air rising, blood vessels and nerves deformation, his skin becomes fluid, and his hair is transported to a hot purgatory and suffered fried in a hot purgatory.

Someone laughed, stirred his melting flesh with a spoon, and then picked up more hotness from the depths of Purgatory, covered with his chest, pouring in, or drilling in.

They drilled into his body, crawling in his flesh, pushing up the skin, colliding with the body and multiple nodes with the crustacean, densely packed, bite the mouth, tearing off the skin, and pouring the venom in cold.

Oh my god, how could it be so cold?

Phoenix was almost confused. Some things agreed with his views. They climbed out of his eyes, jumped into his nose and nose, and began to move his teeth.

His tongue turned into decaying dust, the blood vessels were full of cold plague, the bones were broken, the pink smoke was swallowed, and the flesh was swallowed — he cried, he was so painful -he stretched him towards him Ausion.

One kind of kindness, no pain, only endless tranquility and joy.

"Come on." Said the dirt gently, and then pulled down the tulle covering in front of his eyes.

Suddenly, Phoenix's vision came back. He saw a mirror in front of him, four or four, and included his figure.

His face has melted, no lips and teeth, and his eyes are turbid. His armor became distorted and decaying, clinging to his body, and the dark blood continued to penetrate outward from the gap, bringing itching. The root stems of the spikes spread out of the huge wounds in the chest, wrapping and wrapping him a little bit, as thin as a texture, and binding the loose flesh and nails on it. They deeply hurt him, but also brought an unparalleled tranquility. The pain disappeared, and he had just hurt his pain completely so deeply that he completely disappeared. He even felt comfortable and felt happy, as if he was experiencing a smooth sleeping.

"This is what you want." The dirt said eagerly and sadly. "You have experienced too much suffering and torture. There are more despair in your heart than anyone. Fogrem. They are even enough to make me notice you. Do you understand? You are calling me, you think about it, I want to get rid of ""

He stretched out one hand, brushed the darkness, put on the shoulder of Phoenix, and brought more and greater response. This hand was raid his pain, took away his despair, and completely calmed him down.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

"How many times did you resist your neck with a sharp knife in the night? How many times did you be difficult to breathe when you saw the sons of the war? Do they still exist now?" He asked in a seductive way. "

These things should not bother you, nor can you bother you, you have proved your purity. Now, use this purely feel, don't lie, tell me, how do you feel now? "

Bado, Phoenix answered whispered, and the sound of weak mosquito flies: "calm."

He laughed, and was extremely satisfied with this answer. The sound of thunderous burst from the house was nothing.

"So, is this calm one million times better than the pain and torture you have experienced? Accept it, Fogrem, this is not escape, but another kind of resistance."

The houses began to tremble and shake, as if they were accepted the attack on earthquakes and hurricanes at the same time. There were many wet and dull sounds in the darkness, as if the wooden board full of water was destroyed by the blade.

His smile finally faded a little bit. He turned his head, staring out from a small window, and saw the overwhelming dull flames

And a man who does not conceal the anger gaze. He still can't see the situation here, dirt knows, but there is not much time.

This made His hand on Fulgrim's shoulder tighten a little.

He shook his arm gently, but did not urge him, but continued to persuade softly. His voice was still kind and gentle, and he spoke with the wisdom and calmness of an old man.

He talked about the philosophy of struggle, telling him every bit of sadness Fulgrim had experienced in the past ten thousand years, enlightening him, helping him, making him calmer and more immersed in this feeling of being away from pain.

He looked really good in the mirror, didn't he? No longer needing to experience the torture of conscience, no longer needing to hurt himself with pain to get some comfort But, but.

But what about them?

Who? The voice beyond reason asked doubtfully.

They, that's them. Phoenix repeated stubbornly. Don't you remember? They.

Something surged from the deepest part of memory.

Two hundred people, holding eagle flags, stood in the empty hall and swore allegiance to him. Battle after battle, one living life after another disappeared just like that. Akudona, Eidolon, Lucius. They were wearing the bright armor of the Third Legion, covered in blood and scars. The matter of the Spirit of Vengeance surged again, never disappearing, never fading, but it meant more to him than torture.

His Legion, his offspring, the continuation of his life. His home planet, his hometown, his resting place. His brothers, his relatives, his siblings and family, the people who would always stand behind him at all times

Finally, his father, the father sitting on the throne. Many people stood behind him, including Astartes, civilians, and auxiliary soldiers.

They all looked at him, without saying a word.

"Father."

His father shook his head at him: "If you really can't bear it and can't hold on any longer, then escape, Fulgrim, I won't blame you. You have endured enough, and you have done enough."

From those eyes, Fulgrim knew that his father was serious and he really meant it. Those eyes were full of helplessness, sadness and self-blame. He was worried about his future, pitying his pain, and regretting why he couldn't help him.

But this aroused Phoenix's fear, real fear.

Countless thoughts came to his mind. He was worried about the empire, his offspring, his brothers, his hometown - all of these were gradually eliminated in the fear that could not be escaped, and returned to a simple and ordinary sentence.

What will happen to them if I leave?

"I don't know." said the father.

Yes, you don't know, and I don't know either. I want to see it myself.

I must see it myself.

Phoenix suddenly reached out and reached for his chest. From that empty hole, he grasped a curved sharp blade, the blade facing inward, it didn't look like it was pulled out, but rather like it was stabbed in.

Maybe it has always been here, in his heart.

He held it tightly, clenched it, and then lifted it with all his strength.

A pure light lit up in the dark mansion, just a flash, but it was enough. The ground shook, the roof was blown away, and the raging flames fell into it, condensing into a human figure, standing between the fallen Phoenix and a huge black shadow.

He looked down at Fulgrim, then raised his head.

"I will kill you."

The raging flames came and completely enveloped the mansion. Nurgle's roar began to echo, spreading from here to the end somewhere.