Chapter 465 Shut up, I’m thinking
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Does the Emperor love us?
Samokuan actually never thought too deeply about this problem.
In the short life of this barbarian child, there was no need to think about the nature of such a difficult problem. The hardships of the life in front of him were enough to occupy most of the energy and thinking space in his mind.
The Emperor loves his people and loves humanity.
We are human beings, and we are His people.
That is why the Emperor loves us.
Everyone said it, the priests said it, the officers said it, my father said it when he left home.
He said the Emperor loved us and that He would bless him.
Samokwan's mother said this when she cried, when she prayed, and when she finally decided to send him to Zhongsi Academy.
After leaving his hometown, he witnessed countless separations and deaths, and learned how he once lived a happy life in ignorance that seemed difficult at the time but was actually so peaceful. From being homeless to now he is almost facing While watching the living purgatory, something finally began to touch the childish thoughts, accelerating the formation of synapses.
Samokuan's mind - the rose rosary that always pulls at his sliver of awareness of reality from his neck, or is it the fact that he has obtained a gift from another powerful warrior, more than two hundred years old? The gift of genetic material from Uriel Ventris and the mixed gene-seeds of the Fourth and Seventh Legions, or perhaps the burning voice in his heart that hissed like a snake to give him timely help - finally began to unfortunately , early, but fortunately, like a new sprout that broke through the last layer of frozen soil, uncontrollably giving birth to more thoughts about all the things he had been told and recognized so far and thought to be the truth.
+They hurt. They are very hungry. +
+I know. +
"Your pain...is it mainly because you have no skin?"
The King of the Skinless nodded and shook his head. Its huge, sharp and dirty claws were raised, carefully stroking Samo's wide translucent demonic skin, and the muscles flowing with silver warp energy underneath were still vaguely visible.
"Emperor, Emperor, we pray that he loves us. As long as he loves us in heaven, even if it hurts, we can fall asleep and sleep below."
"Emperor loves us. You, the Emperor loves all his children." Uriel's eyes retracted from the huge metal icon with a compassionate posture. Hearing these words, his answer almost blurted out, and then he seemed to be affected by his own words. Silence as if frightened.
+He lied to them. +
+Then how do I know that everything you say is true? +
+You don’t trust me too much. +
+Speak as if you are worthy of my trust. I can think for myself. +
The reptile-like yellow eyes of the King of the Skinless Ones turned towards the speaker, and a huge, skinless worm-like tongue protruded from the slits of his mouth full of sharp teeth. Wrapping the neck of the former Ultramarine, sticky saliva dripped from it, and Uriel felt a tingling sensation on his skin - although the saliva of the Skinless Man was not as acidic as that of the Space Marine, it also obviously had some kind of digestive and corrosive function. , he stopped his companion's movements and stood there, enduring the touch of his partner's tongue.
"You do have the same smell as when we were left behind, but you have skin, why?" A look of suspicion and greed emerged from the bloody skull-like face, "Are you from the Iron Man faction? Come on? Are you lying? We ate it like this, crunchy, fresh and juicy."
"Oh throne, I don't want to know such details, it's disgusting," Pausanius said in a low voice.
"You said the Emperor loves us. Does the Emperor really love us?" The King of the Skinless asked further, with a look of longing that was completely inconsistent with its height and terrifying appearance.
Uriel and Samokwan, one as the elder and the other as their peer, realized it almost at the same time.
Although they are such a group of weird and mentally retarded failures, mutants and man-eating monsters, they have escaped the sharp blades of the sewers and the suffocation of the water pools, and do not know the strange sky in Medlengard. How long have they been wandering around, relying on such terrifying hunting for a living, but they are humans, they are children, a group of helpless children who help each other, under the things they were taken away by those Chaos Steel Warriors and Savage Undertakers. , they still have a trace of their deepest desire.
Longing for love, longing to be forgiven, longing for comfort and tranquility.
Under this ugly shape and deformed power, they are just ignorant children who were taken away from their parents and forced to suffer pain and power that they should not have.
"Yes, the Emperor loves you..." "The Emperor will not love you."
Uriel looked at Samokan in shock, the winged creature. The shape of the hunter began to appear more clearly on his body.
The Skinless ones howled angrily and sadly, "Bad guy! Bad guy! Iron Man's darling! Eat them! Eat them!"
The mutated monsters here seem to be affected by this The hurtful words made them even more excited. Some of them stood up and rushed toward them - each aberration was as big as a Dreadnought. When they charged, the ground here was shaken. Vibrating, the icon of mercy suspended in the sky by a rusty thick chain swayed slightly, as if it was sadly and in vain comforting the scene of fierce bloodshed that was about to take place below.
"Look at what you look like now——!"
The outer hooves brought by the devil's skin hit the uneven ground like his boots. Samo took a step forward and faced him. The monsters he rushed over ignored him and instead shouted to the group of people more confidently, "Are you willing to hide like this? Are you willing to spend your whole life just begging for love that will come one day? Your leader has another How long can I protect you? Do you want to survive? So where is your hope? Who would love you, a monster with no skin? "
, what are you doing...!" Pasanius shouted, while Uriel frowned and stared at the boy. He saw that the rosary was still tightly wrapped around the skinless neck, exuding the help from before. That faint glow as they passed through the tunnel.
“You, at all! You don’t understand anything!” The King of the Skinless Ones also roared angrily. Compared to his fellow tribe members, as the biggest and smartest one, he was undoubtedly attracted by this sentence. The words hurt the most, "You! Traitor! You didn't have skin in the first place! Why did you grow it! Why did you grow this skin!"
His sharp claws clawed at Samo's broad shoulders. Illusive but solid armor even began to grow on the demon's skin. Uriel saw with a chill that although there were many more scales and sharp teeth than he knew, the style of the armor was that of an interstellar warrior. What the warrior could tell from his training: the ancient and badly damaged Mark IV, with its red paint plating faintly visible - whose power armor was this?
"Do you want it?"
Storm gray eyes stared at the yellow eyes through the eyes on the illusory demon skull mask.
The other party stared at him, suddenly realizing what this strange existence was promising them.
"Do you want a skin? A skin like mine? With a skin, you can get love, love, and give it to strong children who can be confident and powerful enough to appear in front of the world."
The King of the Skinless Ones howled, he suddenly stretched out his arms, and with one claw knocked over the first of his kind that had rushed towards Samokan and was about to attack, beating the latter to a bloody head, but it As if he didn't feel any pain, he just rolled around and surrendered to the leader's sudden attack in confusion.
Then their howls came one after another, echoing in the abandoned mine factory, as if they were communicating in a more primitive and animalistic language. The icon called the Emperor by the Skinless people was covered in dim bronze. The armor, the metal wings spread out behind it, shimmered slightly in the pale light.
Uriel slowly approached Samokwan.
"With a new skin, can we gain the Emperor's love?"
Finally, when the howling finally stopped, the King of the Skinless Ones once again set his sights on the Cloaked Demon The boy with skin and ancient broken power armor, "Does the Emperor love you? Did he tell you to give us the skin first?"
The former Ultramarines have taken positions one to the left and one to the right behind Samokan. .
+Have you learned to lie, child. I'm very relieved. +
+Shut up, I won’t lie. I'm thinking. +
"I don't know if the emperor loves me or not. I haven't felt it. Maybe he has his own reasons, or he really can't hear the prayers here." Yellow eyes are dangerous The ground narrowed. "But from what I have seen, I think you have more genuine devotion to the Emperor than anyone else. Such sincerity is commendable, but Soltarn told me more than once what his father said, He said, if you want people to love you, you must first love yourself." He raised his head and said, "Come with me. You can't continue like this. Follow me, and I will get food for you. Next, the skin is just. The first step."
"You have no love from the Emperor!"
The beast roared angrily, "We want love! Emperor! Love! Mercy! Love!"
"Then don't even look at the ghosts of yours! You know it yourself! You are so tough with me! What?! Who loves you, a slovenly person? How old are you?”
The power of this last sentence was beyond their expectations. Directly holding this huge monster in place, it finally said, "...ten years old...? I don't know, I don't know how long I slept in Iron Man's castle."
"So are you the oldest here?"
"Me? I don't know. But there should be no one older than me?"
"So, I'm almost thirteen years old!" The boy with a huge demonic appearance puffed up his chest proudly, "As the same person without skin! I am older than you! I am more powerful than you, and I know more knowledge. , know how to get skin for you - it won’t hurt if you have skin! Should you listen to me?”
+… I don’t know what to say about this. +
+Shut up. Boys have boys solutions! +
+Okay. As you wish. +
The King of the Skinless Ones pondered. This beast certainly has intelligence.
he said at last.
"I want to make sure you can protect us! Protect the tribe! Don't trick us into eating out!"
"Tell me, how do you want to make sure?"
Without flesh and blood The sharp claws were raised and pointed at the holy statue that had been looking down at them in the dark sky until now.
"Let the Emperor be certain. He will send down His decision. Lie, die, truth, live."
"..."
+Look, he doesn't make sense at all. It would be better to kill all the disobedient ones. +
+Shut up. I want to take them all out, not kill them. +
+I remind you, child, those two lackeys of the Cursed behind you have been staring at your vitals for a long time. +
+I know. +
+Your guardian also looks like a lackey of the cursed. Do you really believe that he will accept you and them? +
+This has nothing to do with you. You promised me before, lend me the strength to cope with all this. +
He strode up to the icon. The head without features hung pitifully from the metal covered in dust and oil. He stared at this man who was wearing the skin of a demon and was part Space Marine. A boy who is not completely separated from humanity.
Samokuan didn't know what to do, so he stretched out his hand towards the icon.
+Hum. +
The strange broadsword that had appeared in his hand before appeared completely in his hand again, more complete and detailed than ever before, and it seemed to be almost entirely made of metal.
The owner of that voice crept into his soul with resentment, and with it came a new knowledge of combat skills and knowledge about how to use this strange double-edged broadsword. Experience poured into his limbs.
The boy tried to swing the broadsword properly for the first time, and his thumb touched a switch.
“Om.”
“Throne, Uriel, that is it!” Pasanius prayed in a low voice.
In the cave full of skinless people who were watching them brightly, the blue stand light of the ancient power blade lit up as it was opened.
Yellow eyes stared at it.
Intuition made Samokan seize the opportunity.
“Look! The Emperor loves me!”
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"You can't... you can't let him go like this!" Lieutenant Colonel Yolan took a step forward, and the deep hatred in his voice could no longer be concealed by other excuses.
"I agreed to serve you to kill our enemy! Kill him!"
Others looked at the bold mortal in surprise, but some of them looked No surprise.
"Oh." The white-haired wizard lord shrugged, not paying much attention.
Now, in Soltarn, he successfully relied on the customized power armor suit given by his father to defeat Tora, who had not given up on sneaking up on the old stonemason and planned to obtain his father's location information from him. After Mino gave him a good beating, he led the amused Grendel and the wizard Iron Warriors through the battle lines of both warring parties that had stopped due to surprise and new orders, returned to the headquarters, and began to announce to everyone The Chaos Lord decided to "turn from darkness to light" and "change his mind" - even though the person involved still looked very suspicious.
Lieutenant Colonel Leonid of the 383rd Yoland Dragoon Regiment was unexpectedly the first to oppose such an easy victory.
Toramino doesn’t care too much about the undisguised hostility of others here towards him - the betrayal and fighting that the Iron Warriors have endured since they were confined to this small planet for 10,000 years Are there still few annexation incidents? Isn't it just fighting while guarding against being stabbed in the back by friendly forces? He is very familiar with this. Any noble who grew up in the city-state of Lokos in Olympia is no stranger to such skills. But he still asked.
"Being hated by a puny mortal is nothing memorable, but why do you want my life?"
"Heart of Hydra." Leonid hissed. Said, "The attackers at that time were all dead except for the lords of Kallan-Gol. Our last task was to protect the seeds, and you stole the important seeds from Captain Eshara and the others."
" What does that have to do with me?" Tolamino shrugged slyly, "It was Balban Falk who led Honso to attack the Heart of Hydra, and I captured this fortress later. Your hatred should be directed at them, and you have to say who is taking the lead, that is Barban Falk."
The Yolan man stood there and stared with bloodshot eyes, "Barban Falk. Is that the name of the war blacksmith?"
"Yes." Tolamino chuckled, " What? "What did he do to you?"
"He owes us a final mission," the Lieutenant Colonel whispered, "A final mission entrusted to us by Captain Eshara."
(End of this chapter)