Chapter 73 Killing and Distortion

I died, killed by these angels wearing brass power armor who shot me without explanation as soon as they met.

The bolter opened a big hole in my chest, as big as a bowl.

I don’t know if it’s because I didn’t wear armor.

The steel bullet of this explosive bullet did not explode immediately after using kinetic energy to open a hole in my body.

Instead, it flew through my body and flew to the backrest of the seat behind me. The fuse on the bullet collided with the golden backrest and made a violent explosion.

But in any case, this did not affect the arrival of my death. It was just a matter of earlier or later.

My life was not ended immediately, and my consciousness was still there to watch these angels belonging to the Emperor, revealing their unknown and sinful side in the sacred light.

There was no communication, no persuasion to surrender, and even no war cry.

To be honest, I am also curious if there is a war cry, can the souls in their inhuman bodies shout it out?

Can they really convince themselves that the unilateral massacre happening at this moment can be classified as an act of loyalty to the Emperor?

Unfortunately, no, there is no sound.

Only the calm killing after careful calculation. The slow footsteps under the heavy power armor and the sound of bolt guns shooting at the same fixed frequency.

I actually know my own sins very well, and I understand that such a death is not honorable for me, but it is also what I deserve.

I shouldn't have accepted the gift from the Rogue Trader.

Although this will not affect the final outcome of the killing that will happen decades later. But at least I will die full of anger.

I am not innocent, so I have no right to be angry;

My brothers are not innocent, they all participated in and witnessed the night of killing in person;

From the moment they chose to keep the secret, they have already shouldered the sin.

Are the upper-class residents innocent? I am afraid not.

They and their relatives and friends have enjoyed the offerings from the Rogue Traders for hundreds of years. The wealth obtained under this kind of transaction that ignores the lives and deaths of the people of the Empire is naturally stained with the blood of the Empire.

But what about the lower-class residents? What did they do wrong? They are so innocent!

When I saw a tall Astartes, with the tacit approval of his superior, holding a hot melt grenade and walking towards the energy control hub next to my seat, I understood how determined they were.

They really didn't intend to let anyone go...

I'm dead, but maybe I'm still alive... My body is dead, but my soul still exists angrily.

I want revenge! Emperor! Can you give me the power of revenge? Just a little bit, even just a little bit.

Or any other existence can do it! As long as you are willing to respond to my call!

I, who was wandering between life and death, seemed to have really been watched by some existence. My eyes had changed from the original dark blue to the gray-blue after death.

But I could still see the killing of these Astartes.

I could even see more. I could see the death caused by every shot and every trampling, and the souls after death.

They were moving closer to me, gathering towards my soul.

I could still see the giants who had just finished their cleanup mission on the mining planet next door. On their brass-wrapped and decorated armor, a trace of green was spreading around them in secret.

In the eyes of a bystander like me who was between life and death, the entire upper nest was covered with gray, which symbolized killing.

I could see these cold giants carrying out a predetermined destruction at a set rhythm.

They didn't want to leave any evidence.

Every piece of equipment that could operate was destroyed, and every item that might record this unjust massacre could not escape their destruction.

This naturally included the equipment that provided energy to the stasis field in the banquet hall.

"No! Don't! Don't! Don't release that demon!" My soul was shouting in vain.

I couldn't imagine how the demon that was released would grow after such a killing!

What should I do? What should I do! If that demon was released, would anyone be able to stop them?

These angels in front of me? I'm afraid this will only give them more reasons to kill, after all, they didn't come for redemption.

I don't have much time left! I can even hear the unique sighing sound of the stasis field after it loses its power supply.

What should I do! What should I do... No matter who it is! Please answer my prayer! Let me stop the tragedy in front of me. Please! Please...

I looked at everyone in the audience, but not at myself.

After I made this prayer from my soul, I seemed to hear a sigh that might exist or not exist in a trance.

The green dust in the air began to move towards me like those dead souls.

My body, which had already died, suddenly gave me some unexpected feedback from my soul that had been separated for a long time.

I seemed to be alive, but I didn't seem to be alive.

I was alive because I seemed to have a sense of my body again;

I was not alive because I suddenly found that this body was as strange as if it didn't belong to me in the first place, and it was so heavy that I couldn't move even a finger.

The souls around me were still gathering towards me. They rushed into my body and disappeared.

I could recognize some of them, men, women, old people, children...

With the influx of these souls, my control over my body seemed to become a little easier.

I understand! Right! All I can do is snatch these dead people! The more I snatch, the less it gets!

I began to actively attract the attention of these undead.

Feeling my call, they also changed from a little bit at the beginning to a lot.

In the end, the undead of the entire upper nest city rushed towards my body at my call!

The air full of gunpowder smell in reality suddenly began to move without wind, and the entire hall was suddenly brought by these countless souls to approach me!

The wave brought by the souls even began to affect reality!

Those Astartes who had completed the killing and destruction stopped their steps to go to the bottom of the nest city.

The command team that stayed in the hall immediately looked at me after sensing this abnormality!

But it was too late! Too late!!!

The soul in my body no longer had human characteristics under the interweaving of these powers! But I don't care!

Under the distortion of the soul, my power became more abundant than ever before! And this power was also reflected in my body under the chain reaction!

My body began to turn green and swell visibly. My bones and my organs were reborn in singing every minute and every second! Growing in singing!

Singing for this lost and regained life!

Singing for this hard-earned revenge!

I finally regained control of my own body, and this time, my power will be unprecedentedly strong!

I stood up shakily, and the new body was a little too tall, and I was not very used to it.

But the instinctive memory made me know the power and source I had. I shook my head and took a deep breath in the horror of these originally tall and now thin enemies.

The green fungal carpet spread from my feet with my breath, and the death plague and virus came out of my mouth, symbolizing the power of life and making me feel comfortable!

I couldn't help but shout: "Praise you, Lord of Life! Praise you, Lord of Corruption!"

This chapter... is too heretical.