The Uncanny: The Knowledgeable Returns From Warhammer

Chapter 6 He Said
"Hee hee, take this pen to study, remember to buy me something delicious in the future!"

The little girl in shabby clothes was talking about her beautiful longing, but a trace of pain gradually crept up on Barr's cheek.

"No, Lina is dead, in the lead factory..."

"Don't... disturb her sleep again!"

The unspeakable pain made him clenched his teeth, roaring like a wounded beast.

The ferocious gun barrel extending from the huge black metal box behind him pointed in the direction of the auditorium in memory and began to spin crazily.

Amid the deafening roar, the cold barrel gradually turned red.

Vaguely, he seemed to hear Upton's faint cry.

But it was completely overwhelmed by the sudden crying of the little girl...

"What are you doing Baal? ... What have you done?"

Scarlet blood mist permeated around the flowerbed with swaying branches, and refused to dissipate for a long time. An exhausted female voice wafted from afar.

Ai Wen, who was running wildly with the young police officer, stopped slowly and turned his head to look. It was a man wearing a black classic veil dress, with his hair coiled up, and a small soft hat. He looked good, but at this moment A lady in tears.

She stumbled across the garden strewn with broken limbs and arms, and knelt down next to Upton, who was lying powerlessly on his side, on the dark red brick wall of the auditorium, pressing the other's fragmented chest tremblingly, but how could He couldn't stop the blood gushing out.

Almost at the same time, the roar from the nearby laboratory building forced Aiwen to look away and look towards the other side.

But limited to the barrier of the building, he only saw a short flash of light and thick smoke billowing out of the window.

"We're late!"

"The captain's situation doesn't seem to be very good, it seems that we don't have much time!"

The tragic scene outside the auditorium made Aiwen sigh, and when he was about to start his steps again, he found a young police officer with a young face and light blue bright eyes, who was pulling his sleeves tightly.

"Mr. Stimson, we can't get involved in these things." His tone was trembling, his face was bloodless, and the fingers tearing at the sleeves did not show any intention of letting go.

"No... even Krieger, a mortal, never flinched!"

Shaking his head, Aiwen raised his hand and opened the opponent's fingers a little bit, patted the opponent's shoulder softly and firmly and said: "In this world of monsters and monsters, we have no choice but to be loyal..."

After finishing speaking, he passed the dazed young police officer and walked straight to the auditorium standing in front of him.

The shouts from behind, the pleas for help from the serious injuries at his feet, no longer shake his progress.

"You seem to be trying to influence my thinking?"

In front of the school auditorium, Ivan stared at the angel statue standing behind the colorful glass windows, which became more and more exquisite in shape, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and muttered to himself with a little regret:
"Unfortunately, after hundreds of years of baptism by the evil gods of the subspace, my mind is tough enough."

"Hehe, don't you want to see me?...I'm here!"

The slightly heavy auditorium door was slowly pushed open, but soon, a mocking smile froze on his face.

As if being slammed from behind, Aiwen, who lost his center of gravity, staggered and stabilized his figure. When he raised his head again, he found himself standing blankly and alone on a "strange" street full of traffic.

The signboard of "Lanzhou Ramen" on the opposite shop is shining in the night.

The passers-by who were hurrying around kept passing through his dreamy body, but they didn't stop at all.

Suddenly, a familiar figure passed in front of him, and amidst the messy and broken memories, Ai Wen subconsciously stepped forward.

"and many more……"

The back figure seemed to hear the call, stopped and turned around slowly, revealing a pair of black hair, black pupils, tender cheeks covered with tears, and a smile that seemed to be returning home after a long absence.

But scarlet blood spewed out from the gap in the power armor on the opponent's chest.

The immature figure fell slowly, and there was a piercing strange howl in the sky. Aiwen raised his head in confusion, and saw the Titan-class battleship billowing in smoke, falling slowly. Countless Astartes, with their flesh and armor, The forged defenses are crumbling.

The champion demon rushed into the shelter, picked up the human baby with a sharp blade, and the alien stood on the skeleton-built Beijing, laughing wildly.

He saw human worlds being destroyed, massacred, and sacrificed one after another, with corpses everywhere, the sky turned bloody, and feathery ashes slowly falling from the ruins.

The anger of his belief being crushed made his eyes shatter, and he rushed forward staggeringly, but a vague murmur quietly rang from his ears.

"You, do you regret it?"

The fog of war slowly dissipated, and the distant palace complex was dilapidated and mottled. The astronomical torch that stood up for more than 1 years seemed to be swaying in the wind. The candle is about to be extinguished.

The murmur in his mind called him to move forward slowly, and the old silver power armor stepped on the incomplete stone slab, constantly sending out dull echoes.

Tzeentch seemed to whisper in his ear, and Nurgle let out one sigh after another.

Khorne seemed to be provoking wildly, and Slaanesh repeated the secret words of temptation.

But he still walked to the depths of the palace under the call of the old man, and came to the majestic golden door.

The heavy door carved with complicated inscriptions was slowly pushed open, and what came into view was a small room.

As the sun sets, in the dark room where the oil lamp is reluctant to be lit, the white-haired grandmother sits on the rocking chair, puts the pasted matchbox into the bamboo basket at her feet, and picks up the matchbox from the hand of the little girl squatting next to her. Past the next one.

On the other side, there was a clanging sound from the kitchen, emitting the unique aroma of food.

And on the old sofa at the entrance of the kitchen, the hunchbacked middle-aged man frowned tightly and kept slapping his waist vigorously, as if he was enduring unspeakable pain.

Suddenly, the girl who was squatting on the ground turned her head as if aware of it, with a joyful smile on her face.

"Brother, you are finally back!"

The girl ran over and bumped into Aiwen's chest, raised her head with crystal tears on her face, and an almost invisible pure white wing bloomed quietly behind her.

"elder brother?"

He stayed there looking even more confused, as if he couldn't believe what happened in front of him, but his eyes became extremely indulged, and he unconsciously raised his hand to brush the tears on the other's face, bringing a cold touch.

"Do you regret it?"

Full of vicissitudes, the voice that seems to have been completely engraved in the depths of the soul drifts over.

Hearing the sound, Aiwen raised his head mechanically in a slightly startled state, and his eyes were completely out of front of him, sometimes distorted into a crying girl, and sometimes transformed into a flesh and blood angel, looking into the distance.

Suddenly, in the dazzling light, a tall figure wrapped in light and heat was sitting on the huge golden throne, exuding terrifying energy that could instantly evaporate the soul.

The dazzling light reflected the criss-cross scars on his arms and chest, adding a wordless solemnity.

Under the majestic throne, dense streams of energy merged into the ground along the golden steps, and the golden floors depicted complex circuits one by one. The scattered light made the entire hall look resplendent.

It also made the tall stump sitting on the throne shine like a legendary god.

At this moment, the figure on the golden throne spoke slowly, and for a moment it seemed that countless voices were shouting in Aiwen's ears, biting at his soul.

The almost eternal torment on the golden throne for thousands of years has almost wiped out the last remaining humanity of the great figure. Countless voices that have been stripped speak of the joy of victory, the disappointment of betrayal, the lamentation of death, and the hatred of failure. And hope for humanity...

He said:

"Alvin Stinson, a pure-blooded human being in the 2k era, the No.20 two-digit Primarch, the most powerful tool of the Emperor, the most proud creation of Dora Kaul, the leader of the Supernova Legion of Honor... the butcher , blasphemer, liar, atheist, ridiculous utopian warrior, guardian of the imperial sanctuary, useless megaphone, thrown on the golden throne, poor thing."

A torrent of voices whizzed past Aiwen's mind like a hurricane, but there was no emotion left, only knowledge like stars and secrets buried in the dust of history remained.

And... the future image that makes people want to go crazy.

Finally, the various voices began to gather slowly, and completely condensed into one sentence, a majestic and cold voice:

"Xu Su! My child..."

(End of this chapter)