Chapter 401 Paradise
“People are always afraid of attributing a non-good personality to the Son, but we need to know that the Son is also tempted and challenged. He is just like us in fear, but he does not sin. "——"The Book of Lorgar"
Standing on the edge of the barren grassland, the pedestrian felt that the things in his body were flowing away to the sound of the wind.
The wind carried a strong metallic smell. It had rained recently, and the moisture made the metallic smell resemble biomass that was constantly being lost and splashed. However, a kind of prior knowledge told him that this smell came from Metal falls off and rusts occur in the rain. Iron filings are washed across the river beach by the rain, scraping the ground, then falling into the river and sinking into the mud after a long time.
The silt dries up. Becomes sand. But the rain is still falling and the grasslands are still green. In the echo of the years composed of these times, water droplets rise from the memories of countless souls fearing the blending, forming a rain cloud, and falling again. When they tap lightly on the backs of souls, they accept the lonely oblivion in the bustling coexistence.
The pedestrian lowered his head. There was no way he could move his head that much when he was wearing armor. His lower jaw will be trapped by the carapace, and this restriction comes from protection. He was still wearing armor, pitch black, with a sharp sheen flowing on the iron feathers. But he lowered his head and saw the remaining holes in his torn plastron.
The edges were smooth and the cuts were complete, just like the other holes that pierced his body. The remaining blood stains were like an inharmonious decoration, existing on his body without any pain.
"I didn't get that honor," the pedestrian thought vaguely, "the soul has returned..."
He didn't quite remember his next words, but the breath of the grassland softened, and that A cold and lonely feeling sank in the river, and the mist floated, caressing him gently.
Through the rain curtain in front of me and through the gaps between the climbing vines on the rising forest trees, I saw them drinking water by the river. Then, they moved their hooves and followed the flow of the river upward. Wander. I followed the river and walked with them on the other side of the river.
I have two legs and a heavy black armor.
They poked the dirt on the ground with their mouths in the grass, then raised their heads and bit off some flowers from the vines. Then they began to play and play, touching each other with their hooves and tails. Then they stopped and called me. I looked at their expressions. They looked relaxed, chewing the flowers in their mouths, and some dark red juice flowed out.
"Come here," one of them screamed, "let's go and see the mountain running down from the top."
I stepped on the water and the river was not flowing fast. , I still swam for a while. I feel like I don’t quite feel like myself.
"Look at you, swimming so slowly." Srich said, "Come here, there are still some alkali flowers to eat before we go to that gray mountain. Don't wait any longer. You were always like this, it was like this three years ago, and it was like this thirty years ago.”
They waited for me to come over and left me a few alkali flowers on the vine. The petals drooped in the rain and became very dark in color, reminding me of the way the sun above them looks when it sets.
"I'm not hungry," I heard myself saying, and a flying dark blue bird landed on my right shoulder, maybe it was my black armor, maybe it was my light orange fur superior.
I fanned my dark blue feathers. I saw the wingless horses below walking forward. They had just finished eating the crimson flowers on the vines, and their mouths were full of juice. Juice is not good for flying, but they don't have wings. I knew everyone was going to see the fishtail bird fall from the sky, even the stupid wingless horse. The fishtail bird is beautiful, and he is alive.
I landed on the shoulders of a wet wingless horse. It was so annoying that it slapped me away with its tail.
I slapped it away with my tail and followed them, passing through every tree in the forest.
These trees don't belong to us, we don't know whose they belong to, and in any case, they have nothing to do with our current progress.
We followed the river to a point where we could see the mountain falling from the top. It is huge, with a shape we have never seen before, and its color is very similar to when the sun first comes up from below, gray and a little whitish. It has symmetrical wings like a bird, and like the things in the river, it has only one soft hoof.
A few of us whistled happily, and one of us was humming. I knew it would be a pity that the alkaline flowers were not eaten.
We clung to each other's waists and approached quietly. The ground was soaked soft by the rain, which made my ankles full of mud. "I want to wash my feet." I said.
“You are so squeamish,” Srich said, “Go ahead, but we won’t wait for you.”
I was not very happy when he said that the gray mountain that fell from the top would not move away. I could wait for a sunny day to find it myself. I jumped away and passed by the alkali flower they left for me, but I was angry and didn't eat it. I went to the river to wash my feet and then walked forward in the river.
My broken reflection in the water is a strange black thing. It looks very bulky, with only two legs, and the black patches all over its body make a noise noisier than the river water.
I still went back to them because I didn’t want to be asked by many Juri mothers one by one why I didn’t play with them. When I went back, I saw them all fall down, their bright orange fur falling into the rustling leaves, and a lot of crimson blood flowing out of their fur, just like the alkali flowers they had eaten were blooming again. On the ground.
I froze beside them, I called their names, I didn't know what happened. I felt a headache, like I was sick from eating too much cold grass, and then my whole body started to hurt, and my nerves felt like they were on fire. Soon, I too fell.
Then we stood up and rubbed each other's heads with lingering fear.
There seems to be something different about the surrounding environment. We all seem to be standing in the grass, surrounded by thousands of other companions, birds, or other creatures. There was no pain on our bodies at all.
I found Reem who finally swam from the river. "Are you okay," I asked. "You're really noisy today, Srich," he said.
We raised our heads and found that the fishtail bird was dead, but when we came to see it, it was still alive, its eyes were open, and it looked tired, not knowing what to do next.
It has lived like this for a long time, and has lived with us for more than three hundred years. We put part of what we have into the soil to create new generations. In order for them to move more easily, we proposed to make them four claws, and the fish-tailed bird agreed. It is gentle and always easy to talk to.
Suddenly, the grassland disappeared, the river was nowhere to be found, and everything turned into a small, black, gray and fine thing, like dry soil. There was a strange creature standing in front of us. It was heavy, had only two legs, and its black hard fur made a noise noisier than sand. Flashes of lightning flashed in his hand toward the bones of the fishtail bird, and continued to flash until the rain began to fall again.
"I'm not you," he said, and he yelled. His scream was so high-pitched that it made my throat hurt, as if he was being killed.
He must be crazy and taking the wrong pain reliever. This will make us crazy.
"Stop shouting." I couldn't help but say, my voice came out of his mouth.
He was stunned for a moment, and then roared even more desperately, as if he wanted to roar out all the internal organs and blood in his body. The lightning in his hand seems to never stop, shooting at the fishtail birds in our world.
None of us wanted the fishtail bird to die, so no bolt of lightning hurt it.
"Who are you?" the fishtail bone asked him, its voice as beautiful as the ones we have remembered over the years.
"Gerry-Grice Sean Georgiev Pat O'Sullivan-" the black man roared, "let me go!"
Fishtail Bird The gel gauze wings on his body slowly opened, wrapping the black man in the gauze and hanging him into the air.
“Look at where we are now,” said the fishtail bird, along with a thousand of our children, and its voice grew so loud that our world began to fade back into the fishtail bird’s eyes The gray world.
We all look down. There are four creatures that look like black people. They have heavy and hard skin, but the colors are different.
They also have lightning in their hands, and every time they kill one of the thousand children we create, our world collapses a little bit. Our collective memory echoes in every piece of flesh and blood in our existence.
"Will we survive?" asked the little dark blue bird.
"...Yes," the fish-tailed bird said, its voice suddenly becoming so distant. And in this blink of an eye, our world seems to suddenly expand greatly, passing by a higher and more distant world, and being briefly connected in the process.
——
Gerry grasped the net made of gauze wings and looked at the tilted world ahead.
He had just barely recovered from the state of being almost integrated into the entire spiritual world. The feeling was like digging out the pieces of himself from his dissected body and piecing together a brand new self. He was shaking all over, his hands and feet were already numb, and the flames of pain were raging in every wound on his body.
He relied on instinct to crudely complete the pieced together work. The process reminded him vaguely of the experience of completing the genetic surgery of the Space Marines - another new life.
There are some broken memories that cannot be retrieved. Perhaps they are included in the memories of all lives in this spiritual world, and are broken down to disappear. They can only be retrieved from any soul at some accidental moments. Flashbacks in consciousness like a gentle breeze.
In a sense, he didn't even know if he was still the Gri-Gris of the past, the Deathwing warrior who was loyal to the Emperor and fought for Leon El'Jonson.
From the position of the Space Marines that can be seen from this perspective, and the position of the alien wreckage of the Randan biological ship that he had previously learned, it can be deduced that the picture in front of him is the head of this huge alien Visible perspective. But his companions were fighting bloody battles, fighting endlessly amid numerous crises, and the sound of gunshots continued.
That... He thought about his name, Kroger... Kroger, yes, Iron Warrior Kroger led the team to carefully avoid the dangerous maw that opened from the ground, and shot and killed those who rushed near them. of alien descendants.
The Randan aliens shared their memories with him, which nearly overwhelmed him. His strong resistance prevented the influx of memories, but some trivial knowledge still forced its way into his soul.
He knew that there were a total of three hundred and seventy-one monsters of that kind, half of which were weak due to insufficient organic matter supplementation, but any one of them was enough to tear apart the ceramite of a Space Marine and use their poisonous teeth to The claws cut all the way to the black carapace, and the poison gradually makes them lose their strength. If the fight doesn't end quickly enough, everything can quickly spiral into a downward spiral.
Who is that? Gerry thought dully, then grabbed his conscious body, broke a finger, and let the raging pain stabilize his own independence. He panted, lying in the gauze, focusing all his energy on the battle that no longer belonged to him.
That's Hammer, he thought, silent and unobtrusive, but never vague about his marksmanship. He fired, and the muzzle erupted with bright red fire. good! Gerry yelled in his mind.
When the cluster of flames came into contact with the flesh and blood inside the alien fish monster's carapace, a burning pain suddenly cut him open, as if he himself had been hit in the head by a burning battle axe. He was sweating heavily, and the scream that tore out of his lungs was stuck under his throat bone, twitching feebly in the gauze. "Does it hurt?" Ran Dan asked him softly. The voice floated up from its hollow bones and penetrated into his ears. It was not any language that Gerry knew, and there was not even a direct language in it - it was an echo that struck directly into consciousness, without the constraints of words, more primitive, and more unrestrained.
"Does it hurt, Gerry?" it sang, "This is the pain our children feel, we are all one, so we share it."
Gerry let out a hateful laugh from between his teeth. Suddenly, he was knocked down by the second pain and collapsed in the gauze. The tsunami of pain set off bright red waves on his body. A heavy blunt blow containing endless anger and hatred. He felt himself being shattered, crushed from the inside out into a mud of blood and bone.
Well done, Word Bearer, he thought. That's... Hashem. He kept a promise to clean up.
Gerry has never said it in front of others that he actually dislikes the Word Bearers Legion. Their philosophy is unreasonable from a macro perspective and is full of obvious hidden dangers and dangerous fanaticism.
But looking at individuals among them, such as Hashem, Gerry found that they were actually not difficult to get along with - as long as they ignored their chanting. Sometimes their kindness to their companions even benefits the Dark Angels.
Hashem's helmet was stained yellow-green by the alien juices, and his power hammer was stained with broken bones. With every open and close attack, more alien body fluids would flow along the weapons and outer armor of both parties, running on the exposed fish monster flesh.
It is pleasing to the eye, Gerry thought, waves of black and red waves surged in front of his eyes, and each different severe pain was enough to kill a Space Marine. He enjoyed it willingly, knowing that it meant the alien's defeat.
The world outside the gauze began to crack, the illusion of paradise entered the countdown, the shadows of the grasslands and rivers continued to become dim, and the memories that made up those scenes were dismantled with the destruction of the alien flesh and blood. In the end, it turned into powder, just like what should have happened when the Randan biological ship flew across space and arrived here.
The power of the fish-tailed bird is being weakened, and the biomass that this huge white skeleton relies on is dying in large quantities.
"We're going to die," the Randan alien said to him, "a real death."
"I'm so lucky," Gerry said.
The gauze binding him broke, and Gerry fell back into the sand, gripping the sand with bloody fists and trying to make his coughs sound more like a fearless laugh.
He raised his head and looked at the fighting team. The Space Marines were growing tired and their movements were less swift than at first, exposing small holes in their coordinated operations. Team 23's cooperative tactics were built for five people, but now they've lost a terminator.
He was tense when his companions were about to be injured, and relaxed when they saved the day and swerved to avoid an attacking claw; he yelled for their attention when signs of quicksand subsidence appeared under their feet, and when they avoided bone spurs, Pounce, even grinning as he breaks off part of it.
After several failed raids, the aliens who were able to attack from underground were scarred and unable to move anymore. Gerry smiled. He knew it was the only one.
“Die!” A warrior yelled, his claws turned into a flash of silver, and the tip of his claws scratched the lower abdomen of a rising fish monster. His other hand wearing an animal claw Pierce the enemy's throat and tear the enemy's head from the middle. "For Gerry - damn, it wasn't enough for Norwood last time, wasn't it!"
Gerry covered his throat with his hands, remembering who this was in a dizzy state. Wolf... pearly white, Shadow Moon Wolf. His name? The feeling he gave Gerry was so familiar. Who is this?
The new severe pain interrupted the coherence of his thoughts. He spat and felt the existence of his body disappearing quickly. Behind him, the bones of the fish-tailed bird trembled, and fine sand-like powder fell from the creator of paradise.
Who is you? Gerry raised his head, and there was almost nothing left in his field of vision except for large black and red spots.
Who are you?
The Shadow Moon Wolf strode forward, swung its claws into the crowd of alien monsters, jumped flexibly between sharp teeth, and swung its claws ferociously to kill an alien into a desperate situation. , then turned around and hit another fish monster that was recovering, and then swept its deadly claws in a circle. The power of anger made up for the missing precision with overwhelming violence. Silvery arcs cut tirelessly in the air, stamping hard on the weak points of every monster, causing pieces of flesh to fly everywhere like uncontrollable and shattering puppets.
"Gerry..." the Shadow Luna Wolf roared, seeming to regard his name as the briefest war cry.
Gerry felt himself being split in half again. He still didn't remember the other person's name. That didn't matter, he was winning. They are winning.
At a certain moment, in a moment of silence, Gerry suddenly felt a strange silence after his last twitch. He lay on his back, listening to the sounds around him through the phantom pain that was still present.
"This..." The Luna Wolf gasped, kneeling on one knee without any strength, and dug its claws into the sand beside Gerry. He looked around, "...Is this all?"
"Continue to be vigilant." Kroger replied, and it was not clear from his voice whether he was tired. His gun was still ready to fire.
After five minutes of silence, Kroger spoke again: "It should be all."
The Iron Warrior's armor buzzed, and he walked towards Gerry, stopping. Standing at a certain distance in front of him, he raised his hand cannon and aimed it at the huge alien skeleton.
"How do we destroy it?" Hashem asked, "With what?"
"I would like to scratch it with my claws." The Luna Wolf staggered a step and stood up again, "But it is too big. , enough to scratch me for the next thousand years.”
Krog looked at it for a while and put his hand back to his side.
“Call bombing support,” he said. “There are no resources available here.”
“Good idea,” Hammer said.
The Luna Wolf bared its teeth at the skeleton in dissatisfaction and let out a loud sigh. "Let it be buried with you."
Kroger began to call on the channel. After dozens of seconds of communication, he terminated the communication: "Let us evacuate this area first."
Iron Armor The sound gradually faded away, leaving silence to the yellow sand covered with flesh and blood remains. The remains of the fish-tailed bird lay across the desert, with no trace of remaining life.
Gerry Gris closed his eyes and opened them again.
He found that he had not yet found rest.
The gauze wings of the fishtail bird covered him, so thin that it seemed as if a breeze could blow it away.
"We are going to die," it sang to him again. The message it conveys is half the semantics it intends and half the painful emotion itself.
"The moment I land here, I will be heading for today's failure..."
"Oh." Gerry replied.
"In our paradise," the fish-tailed bird sang quietly, "I hear new people coming, new angels..."
"Who is that?"
"I left a long time ago, Gerry, many of us left Paradise, what happened there? We probably don't know...Do you feel pain?"
< br>Gerry lay quietly. After a while, he asked: "Where are the other creatures?"
"They died, left, and were destroyed by you, why should-"
"Okay." Gerry said, lifting He raised his hand and fired at the fishtail bird. Without the obstruction of countless communities in the entire collective consciousness, this ordinary bomb went straight through the void and penetrated the fish-tailed bird's head in the spiritual world.
The alien voice stopped abruptly.
"It hurts a little." Dark Angel said.
Then he ceased to exist.
In reality, a tiny crack suddenly opened in the center of the white skull. The crack spread rapidly within a few seconds, like broken glass, cracking and collapsing in all directions, turning into countless tiny gravels. Dust fell into the sandy plain like long-lost drizzle.
In just a few minutes, the entire giant skeleton that stretched for more than ten kilometers and had existed for hundreds of years was completely wiped out.
In the distance, Team 23, who had just moved a short distance away, stared at all this in stunned silence, and then laughed happily.
“But we’d better call for a bombing,” Jack said, shaking his power claw that had been modified by the Iron Warriors but could still be decommissioned, “just in case.”
“Of course.” Hashem said, “Nothing will be left behind.”
(End of this chapter)