Emperor's Daughter of the Red Sands
Chapter 2 Freshman, the figure chasing fate
Chapter 2 Freshman, the figure chasing fate (12K)
【…】
【Blood…】
The ancient High Gothic vocabulary awakened the Primarch sleeping in the training cabin, but the encroachment of the waves of the subspace almost washed away her self-consciousness, and the scenes of severe pain and hallucinations continued to emerge before her eyes, full of sulfur The sinking whispers of blood breath made it difficult for her to sleep.
The consciousness of the newborn god is still not clear, but under the influence of past subjective memories... everything in front of her is not a scene she is familiar with.
The neat room in the past was replaced by a dark and damp cabin, and the unconscious whispers also turned into immature and unfamiliar voices, and the warm bedding that should be covered on the body was also replaced by the wet and sticky soaking feeling.
She woke up.
The girl struggled to open her golden pupils, but there was only a series of incomprehensible words in front of her eyes.
【This is…? 】
When the young Primarch tried to struggle to get up, he found that the petite body that did not belong to him was soaking in the sticky and warm liquid.
Everything in front of her was beyond her comprehension, and endless questions came to her mind one by one.
【who I am…? 】
【where am I…? 】
The nearly shattered consciousness was gradually integrated under the developed thinking logic, and the Primarch, whose soul was as pure as a blank sheet of paper, raised questions.
The primarch's instinct quickly integrated all the information around her, but her unclear self-awareness was overwhelmed by the indescribable exhaustion.
Before she could think about it carefully, sleepiness overwhelmed her in the next instant.
The girl's sleepy eyes gradually closed, but her vision was no longer dim.
Her blurred consciousness gradually became clear, and the increasingly dazzling golden light was leading the soul of the Primarch, constantly cruising in the sea of mind like a skilled traveler and apprentice.
In a blink of an eye, she seemed to have come to a dilapidated library, with some faint candles flickering on several quaint bookshelves.
On the dusty shelves, the Primarch could barely make out the titles on the spines of the books.
"Warhammer 40k"
Suddenly, a sharp pain from an inexplicable source suddenly made the girl frown.
The splitting pain from the giant ax instantly left a scar on her soul, and the consciousness swimming in the sea of souls couldn't help but look up at the sky exuding scarlet aura.
It was a gigantic ax far more majestic than the sky, and you would be overwhelmed by its sharpness and vigor just by taking a peek.
The real name of a mighty destructor suddenly surfaced in her mind.
Fear ...
In an instant, the unbearable pain was poured into the soul as if the brain was being ripped out alive.It was as if there were endless ferocious thorns in her brain, constantly sinking into it... The pain that almost tortured the consciousness and soul of the nascent Primarch to the point of collapse roared wildly in her brain.
Painful groans were slowly squeezed out from her throat, her petite figure trembled and curled up, dripping sweat dripped from her forehead, and the immature face of the girl was tortured to the point of ghastliness by this unexplained pain.
The pain from the soul made the girl stop trying to call the real name of the destructive power, the hoarse gasping voice revealed endless exhaustion and regret.
"what happened…"
Puzzled again, the girl murmured.
The disintegrated consciousness of the nascent Primarch has gradually awakened, and endless knowledge has poured into his mind, about speech, language, walking, running, and even fighting. With the help of the indescribably powerful gene sequence of the Primarch, It can be learned in an instant.
It's just that the self-awareness of the nascent Primarch seems to have been completely washed away, and the part about the name has already been cut off as a blank.
Just like the painful pain just now, there is no answer.
When the consciousness gradually moved away from the harbor of the soul, the girl's sweat-blurred vision returned to clarity, and the scene of the sea of mind disappeared like an illusory curtain, leaving only the dark and damp training cabin in sight.
The High Gothic report with a damage rate of more than 78% was presented in front of her, and she didn't even know why she could understand these obscure words.
In the face of countless complex and treacherous memories and realities, the Primarch's ability to quickly integrate and consult is also slightly dwarfed, so despite the endless information in the brain and the integration of most of the known information as soon as possible, the girl still Feeling confused and asking my consciousness and soul like the sands of the Ganges River.
Countless questions born out of thin air appeared and disappeared in an instant, and the unbearable emptiness in my mind was suddenly filled with knowledge from unknown sources, even beyond the girl's cognition.
The superhuman brain derived from the Primarch immediately analyzed most of the data, and the endless puzzles were also answered by the screened and analyzed data.
She... seemed to know who she was.
A plain and meaningless past appeared before her eyes.In this clear memory of the past, she has been immersed in the ordinary life for decades, and has one of the few hobbies and hobbies of board games... and that hobby is exactly the same as the old man she saw in the illusion just now. Books have the same name.
【Warhammer 40k】
She opened it, but didn't notice a light blue feather in the book.
In the next moment, a large amount of clear and complicated knowledge was poured into the brain of the young Primarch, and most of the doubts were answered in an instant.
To sum it up, it is:
She... came to the Warhammer 40k world full of war and darkness.
A space opera universe filled with gothic flair and tales of despair.
Horrific and shocking truths unfolded before the nascent Primarch.
The girl who was still a little sleepy and confused immediately froze, and her gradually sober consciousness integrated the knowledge she knew, but this knowledge had already turned into a curse to the soul.
Even though she was in the humid and warm environment of the incubator, an indescribable coldness spread up her back, and a tide of despair swept over her immediately.
The newborn god stared blankly at his immature and powerful little hands.
On it, she sensed the power that could easily tear apart matter.However, the flame of courage flickered for a moment, and then was completely overwhelmed by the despair contained in knowledge.
"It can't be true...it can't be true..."
The girl muttered to herself, trying to deceive herself, closing her eyes and praying repeatedly.
However, even if she opened her eyes again, the familiar warm bedroom in her past memory did not appear in front of her eyes.
There is only harsh reality.
She really came to... the world of Warhammer 40.
……
In an instant, the girl wanted to bump her head to death immediately.
Even if her extraordinary body is difficult to be harmed at will.
The little heart is gradually being soaked by the curse of knowledge.
Not for any other reason, just because of her status as a fan of "Warhammer 40k".
She knew that if she unfortunately crossed into such a world, death was the best way to escape.
How can I describe the overwhelming sense of despair...
For this cruel and dark universe, any symbolic resistance seems too weak and powerless, and any brave struggle will become the most heroic period in the tragedy.
To be honest, if you are an ordinary commoner, you can return to the Golden Throne if you commit suicide... But if you happen to be someone unlucky in the Warhammer story, or if you are unfortunate enough to encounter some Dark Eldar, Chaos corruption, etc. Even the relief from endless pain is a luxury... Even in the hive cities where the vast majority of civilians live, there are countless dangers all over the place.
Thinking of this, the girl's back was instantly covered with cold sweat.
The agony of the soul that came from the blood-red giant ax just now seemed to be able to connect with a certain destructive power sitting on the brass throne in her memory.
I...wouldn't be targeted by the blood god...?
Uneasy thoughts collided fiercely in her brain, and the interweaving of thoughts and knowledge seemed to be leading the current situation in a bad direction, and the trembling gilt pupils continuously showed panic.
It stands to reason that the bloodthirsty god of the warp would not set his sights on weak mortals at will, unless it was a heroic warrior or a Primarch that he liked...
Thinking of this, the young Primarch looked at the Roman numeral XII engraved on the adamantine cabin...
She... really became a Primarch targeted by the Blood God.
[Primarch, Angron, War Dogs, World Eaters, Butcher's Nails, Great Crusade...]
Like Murphy's Law, the last thing she wanted to happen happened.In an instant, several familiar words jumped in the girl's brain, and the curse in the ocean of knowledge became more intense, and more and more panic burst out in the well-developed thoughts of the young Primarch. Her thinking and nerves are like a world away.
However, the agony of dying like a steel nail piercing into the brain just now... is still vivid in my memory.
Looking at the surrounding environment that can match Angron's story one by one, the girl tried to hypnotize herself, everything in front of her was not real.
However, that painful memory seemed to turn into a steel nail that could not be removed in her mind, gradually dismantling and tearing up the fantasy scene that was gradually built up, and when she clearly saw the symbol of human beings in the cabin. When the golden eagle pattern of the empire was seen, the futile illusions were completely shattered by the reality in front of them.
The cruel reality was before this young Primarch, and her identity was undoubtedly the No. 12 great creation of the Emperor of Humanity—Primarch Angron.
Yes, in the distant future, the Primarch with a sad fate.
In an instant, strong emotions erupted at this moment, and endless despair and sorrow lingered in the girl's heart in an instant.
Suddenly, a dark blue feather drifted across her calm and indifferent sea of mind, stained with dust from the library.
……
After knowing his identity, the nascent Primarch instantly knew the end of this fate.
That is, even if he inherits the mighty power from the lord of mankind, he will still fall into the slave of the iron chain in the hands of others in endless pain and torment, and perish forever.
Looking at her immature little hands, the girl didn't understand why she would bear this fateful tragedy.
Her complicated thinking was further swallowed by the corruption from knowledge. Even though she knew her identity, although she couldn't compare herself with the giant man in armor holding a chainaxe in her memory, the knowledge and reason from her memory were still there. He clearly told her that the fate she was about to usher in would also be a miserable tragedy.
The idea of no reason was born in an instant, and the idea of suicide quickly occupied the high ground of thinking.
Reason restrained the girl's chaotic thoughts at that moment, and she recalled the gaze from the blood god... and the pain and torture that were engraved in her heart.
Even though she didn't want to be a Primarch who died by suicide...a sense of desperation haunted her.
The girl pondered in dismay any possible way of escaping from the blood god's grasp.
For example... spun seven times in place, prayed seven times, praised the loving father seven times and then directly committed suicide?
Of course, impossible.
Just another nasty joke in the harsh world of Warhammer.
In this grimdark universe, if one seeks relief from him... it is more likely that one will fall into the eternal torment of a loving father.
As a former reader and player, the girl once imagined that if she came to Warhammer 40k, a space opera story full of darkness and blood and tears... the best ending would be to be affected by the ubiquitous war, and simply die in a certain place. A bullet or a rusty dagger.
...and will probably cry like a toe-stomped fart.
Now, she was really scared to the point of crying by the hopeless future.
Even if she knew the identity of her Primarch, it still couldn't completely calm the cowardice in the girl's heart.
In the dark universe of Warhammer 40, not even the Primarch is immune.
She will be Angron, she will be Nuceria's slave.
As the Primarch favored by the Blood God, Angron's life will be a life involuntary.
Even if it is as strong as the Primarch, it will become a toy in the palm of the evil god entrenched in the subspace... let alone the self with a lot of future memories in his brain?
……
In the increasingly complicated and careful thinking, the light blue mist engulfed the bird's feathers, and silently enveloped the sea of mind of the nascent Primarch.
Although the mighty power inherited from the Lord of Humanity will make her future achievements unmatched, the overly rich emotions and her complex nature from the Warp will not let her go.
Cowardice and panic kept breeding in the girl's spiritual defense, and the corruption from chaos followed quietly.
But she didn't know all of this, it seemed that this was the comedy that the Chaos Gods wanted to see - mortals cursed by knowledge, even though they had the divine power bestowed by the Lord of Humanity, but because of that sad and funny Cowardly and stepping towards a more sinking tragedy.
She is still thinking.Thinking about the vision of the future is infinitely stronger than ordinary people's thinking ability, making her deduction and imagination of the future vision almost as real as an image.
However, the sinking whispers from the warp lead the end of all images to inevitable destruction and tragedy.
Endless tragedies permeate immature and pure souls, countless sighs and tears emerge in the sentimental subspace essence, it seems that all beautiful imaginations will be interrupted by tragedies without a source, but the newborn Primarch Unaware of the corruption from Chaos, the pride of Primarch's identity made her mortal memories of the past gradually blur.
Everything is just as they want to see, in the No.30 millennium...the race named 'Humanity' has been so arrogant and ignorant from the beginning to the end, and has never thought deeply about the unreasonable abnormalities. With danger approaching.
Also like that in the distant future, No. 40 millennium, one of the lessons learned by human beings: think more and be suspicious.
Soon, how many deductions about the future were interrupted under the swift and well-developed thoughts, and the dark and hopeless scene enveloped her tired heart, from the cursed knowledge that did not give the Primarch the answer she wanted. .
As a result, despair began to emerge in her heart.
And this strong emotion further contributed to their invasion and corruption.
In this tragic and dark universe, all stubborn resistance to the future is nothing more than impotent rage in most cases.
Girls are not born saints like Sanguinius, nor Konrad Curzes with action lunatics, for mortal cowardice.The ability to flip through the future is a curse from beginning to end.
In a way, the girl is just an ordinary soul endowed with the powers of the Primarch.
Her identity and value are very precious——for the value of a 'plaything' in the eyes of evil gods.
……
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Precious time is passing by, and on the snow-capped mountains of Nuceria, which never melts all year round, the training cabin belonging to the Primarch is also frozen by ice and snow.
Even though the primarch girl curled up in it was relying on her swaddling clothes, and in front of her eyes was only a darkness woven by despair.
The blinking alarm lights symbolize that the security of the incubator will not last long, and the same is true for the trembling soul under a dark cloud of uneasiness.
Not even the tenacity of the Primarch's mind could withstand the despair of thousands of tragic images, as is the essence of knowledge, the curse.
Unaware of the corruption caused by strong emotions, the girl huddled blankly in the wet cultivation barn, and the courage gained from being reborn as a god on earth was constantly fading away.
The blazing flame in the sea of mind that wanted to change everything was constantly doused in the light green rain, until the flickering fragile flame was completely extinguished in despair and numbness.
Tenacity and cowardice are gradually intertwined, thinking and looking forward to the future almost crushed this Primarch girl who was just an ordinary human being - there is no hope in it, only endless shackles and shackles that need to be broken off, and the readers, the involuntary melancholy in the face of tragic stories.
All possible futures are unfolding before her eyes, the Eldar, the Colosseum, the Butcher's Nails, the World Eaters, the Horus Rebellion, and Ascension.
The tragedy that belongs to Angron only needs a few words to be connected together, sweeping towards her like the inescapable fate of Sisyphus, more violent than a tsunami, hotter than lava, belonging to The Primarch's gift of telepathic psionics even chilled the howling blizzard, but the girl curled up obliviously, thinking about the dark future that her fragile heart could hardly face.
And the girl's heart, which has been covered by the light blue mist, only has a cowardly and small wish.
【How should I live...】
Her will and courage were completely destroyed in the silent corrosion. The curse of knowledge and Primarch identity was too much for the carefree hearts of mortals in the past, and all the future scenes for her were so sad.
In the endless tragedies and despair, only her innate training cabin is still warm.
However, the gear of fate never stopped spinning, but slowly moved forward before her eyes, blending into a mess of complex emotions full of despair.
After all, the over-damaged training cabin will not protect her for too long.
As the energy source continued to decrease, the void shield that had always protected the training cabin finally stopped.
It symbolizes that the slow-moving gears of fate have finally started to rotate at high speed.
The Primarch, who was supposed to grow rapidly in these several Tyra years, has always been restricted by his thinking and fixed on a petite body in size and development.
The light blue mist that shrouded the sea of mind in the past has blown endless dark blue storms, and the dark green acid cloud that is so thick that it is almost impossible to disperse is also condensing corrupt raindrops. The pain of the Butcher's Nail made her struggle unbearably, and the joyful whispers of longing for relief continued to whisper in her ears, tempting her to fall into the purple abyss. The petite and cowardly existence was constantly swaying in the tsunami of souls amidst the sinister smiles of the four gods. It seems that it will fall apart at any time.
No one knows how long the girl has been thinking about. Perhaps the prying eyes of the evil god have completely deprived her of the right to fear. Perhaps her cowardly heart originating from mortals cannot bear the heavy pressure originating from corrosion. The promise reached her ears.
During the thinking time that can be counted as hundreds of years for the Primarch, countless messy and gloomy thoughts kept breeding in the girl's mind, like moths eating away at the wall of the heart that should have been firm.
Finally, the down void shield system was noticed by her dazed and confused out-of-focus pupils.
The pride and self-confidence generated by the many memories of the previous life seem to be worn away in the endless darkness, and the sentimental nature of the warp is turning into a portal for the invasion of chaos.
When despair was about to spread to every corner of the mind, the nascent Primarch was barely aware of the spying and erosion from the evil gods. However, the exhausted mind that had been soaked in despair for a long time was already powerless.
The endless unbearable pain continued to turn into phantom pain, invading the young body.
Countless dark and hopeless phantoms appeared in front of his eyes, and it was still difficult to dispel them.
The curse brought by that knowledge and the memory brought by that past tortured her no longer tough soul from beginning to end.
And she can only curl up like a pathetic fool facing despair... curled up in the nutrient solution that has already been absorbed and dried up.
The young Primarch is still alive, her immature body is still strong, but her soul is disqualified from rebirth.
She became a drowned fool, struggling in vain and despair in a sea of corrupting souls.
Yes, silent corruption is enough to dissolve the will of any, not even a Primarch - knowledge, is a terrible curse.
In the dim golden pupils, there is endless despair.
An inescapable tragic fate awaits her.
Although, now her identity is a god in the eyes of ordinary people, the heir of the emperor, and the Primarch.
But the countless and complex plot fragments are always filling her mind, many of which are destined for the future.
Unforgettable tragedies played on a continuous loop, as if someone kept whispering to her the inevitable tragic fate.
The Istvan Massacre, the Horus Heresy... and Angrona's tragic life as a slave of others from beginning to end.
From the slave of the slave master, to the emperor's slave, and then to the blood god's slave.
But all that is known is that danger does not wait for a decaying soul that is ever approaching the young Primarch.
Teach her in the most ruthless and iron-blooded way. In this dark universe full of tragedies, if you try to escape... crisis and fate will come to you.
……
【is it here? ...the lackey who will slaughter our people in the name of the blood god in the distant future. 】
【The priest's prophecy is correct... the son of the sun from the highest sky was born here. 】
【Although she did not come as promised, this planet will not protect her forever...】
Some psychic whispers full of obscure words interrupted the girl's complex and rotten thoughts, and the sense of crisis like a cold light approached, and her heart trembled.
The Eldar assassin who was granted the prophecy has arrived as scheduled, this is the number of times.
Yes, she never stepped out of the nursery because it was pointless.
The fate that should come has sought her countless times.
A scene that had appeared millions of times appeared in front of her eyes. The Eldar assassins who were looking for the thread of fate had already found the trace of the cultivation warehouse. The blade is invincible, and the light and weird steps don't even leave any traces on the soft snow.
They are preparing to kill the childhood of the future servant of the blood god in their infancy.
In the doomed fate, she will fall in a pool of blood...
Even the deduced battle is accompanied by her poor battle memory, it seems that the fallen corpse is no longer the Eldar, but herself...
【This time, how will I die...】
The girl thought desperately.
During the almost countless hours in her numb consciousness, the memory of the past seemed to be covered with a layer of fog.While gradually blurring, endless pain is stored.
The warm and ordinary pictures stored in it seem to have turned into ordinary and ridiculous tombstones.
The past no longer exists, hope and courage are all wiped out, and the future is only a tragic fate that she urgently needs to undertake.
The sense of crisis is gradually approaching, and the cold and biting sense of crisis almost makes the girl's back tremble. Countless self-hypnosis of "just a dream" is also ruthlessly broken at this moment, and she can hardly breathe in the face of the heavy pressure of despair.
There was no longer any hope in her almost pleading mood.
Beneath the exhausted courage, only the endless and intense feeling of despair remained.
A light blue mist began to diffuse around the young Primarch, and rotten pus began to emerge from the traces of the long-dried nutrient solution. The afterimage of joy that was finally freed by death also appeared before her eyes, and the Endless anger amidst despair.
The Young Primarchs discovered their invasion at the most irreparable moment, yet the pride born of accursed knowledge was shattered by sheer desperation time after time.
Once having the courage to fight against it, she was overwhelmed by the endless illusions of despair brought by the whispers of sinking, but her tenacious will and developed thinking have become their most powerful weapons.
The end of any thoughts and knowledge has the feathers left by the Lord of Change. In her well-developed thinking, the search that has been stretched for thousands of years is just a futile and ridiculous resistance.
Even the past that the soul of another world is proud of... is the same.
There, endlessly nested, visions of corruption form eternal cages.
The drowsiness haunted her soul, and each waking was accompanied by a real, horrified gasp.
In the last moment, the scene in front of her was so real that she thought she had already wandered in the galaxy, and she was also on the stage in a space opera with the power of the Primarch, and the roar of the bolter and the chainsword had already immersed her in it .
Every time, her consciousness was wrapped in the illusion that couldn't be more real, and then, soaked in genuine and rich emotions, she ushered in an inescapable destruction.
It was not until the doomed death and severe pain that he woke up in the dull laughter of the voice of corruption.
The veil from reality and illusion has already crushed any of her will, and she has long been unable to distinguish whether the things in front of her are true or not. Her will has become a new plaything of the four gods.
The once pure sea of souls is gradually turning into a stagnant water.
Despair is the answer to any prayer and begging.
Until... the soul, no longer tenacious, inevitably falls towards the highest heaven.
……
Suddenly, at this moment, some indecipherable subtle whisper suddenly sounded in the girl's ear.
[Don't be confused by your past, my creation. 】
[Don't be afraid of your future, my daughter. 】
Her dry pupils turned aimlessly, and a golden light seemed to appear indistinctly in front of her eyes.
Cold and dazzling, making it difficult to look directly at.
In the sky above the sea of mind, there is only a round of icy golden sun shining on the curled up petite figure—even though the light is not warm, it is extremely dazzling.
The image of the soul of the young Primarch, who was about to get lost in the highest heaven, was gradually becoming clear, and the despair and fear that filled his heart were being continuously dissolved.
【The future always depends on your choice. 】
【I will not completely abandon your sinking, rage, and painful future... but I will not accept all of it either. 】
【You always have the right to choose—believe in your ability, believe in the ability I bestow on you. 】
The indifferent and noble voice kept echoing in the ears of the young Primarch, the dazzling light dispelled the light blue mist lingering around his daughter, and the nutrient solution that was about to condense into rotten thick water disappeared before her eyes The endless hallucinations in my body also dissipated, and the sharp pains piercing my brain and the endless images of despair also came to an abrupt end.
The lake of souls is pure again, and the corrupted whispers from the high heavens fade away in wrath.
The word "real" was finally found in her cognition.
The girl felt confusedly the heart that was no longer trembling, and all hazy and gloomy vision became clear again.
[When we meet next time... I hope you can grow into an appearance that satisfies me. 】
With the sound of the indifferent sentence for the last time, the mental barrier of the young Primarch, which was dilapidated due to the invasion of the Lord of Change, was completely repaired by the golden light, and the courage that was extinguished by corruption was finally ignited.
The girl looked up at the dazzling sun, dull and confused, her dry throat trembled slightly, but she did not utter any complicated words or words.
Instead, it was like a newborn baby, moaning and exhorting meaninglessly.
She seemed to see a pair of eyes, different from the innumerable numb pictures, but the illusory scene in front of her eyes was not stained with any hopeless luster.
It seems that the Lord of Humanity is always watching his works, like an eagle leading a young eagle to spread its wings towards the Milky Way.
"Ah... ah..."
The throbbing sensation from the immature throat echoed the girl's awakened consciousness from numbness, and there was no more pain in it.
In the clear line of sight, it is no longer covered by a layer of hopeless light gray.
Everything that was real really reappeared before her eyes.
Reality... really came back.
The body of the young Primarch trembled, crystal tears dripped from the cradle made of pure gold, and the sea of pure souls rippled.
In the blinding rays of the icy sun, the young Primarch uttered the first true cry of new birth.
Rich pure emotion refilled her consciousness at this moment.
Everything... came back.
It was her genetic father who had saved her, brought her back from utter despair in the torment of visions that were real and false and endless in the sea of souls.
In the girl's complex mind, the first ray of new emotion was born through the kindness of the Lord of Humanity.
Named, thank you.
……
The young Primarch was reborn.
Endless thoughts were reborn at this moment, but there was no senseless fear and despair anymore, and the golden light inlaid on the solid and thick barrier of will expels all corrupt whispers from the mind.
The replay of the chess game no longer makes people lose confidence, and the gilt pupils gradually solidify in the burning courage.
Until, the whispers from fate rang in her ears again, this time, there was no trace of corruption.
The young Primarch clenched her resolve tightly, and abandoned all meaningless thinking. A new fate with an uncertain future but still hopeful was waiting for her to face.
The gears of fate are waiting for the new Primarch to personally promote, and all the key prospects must be drawn by her, so as to change the tragedy.
Otherwise, not only will fate not let go of the fate of this Primarch—her past of falling into the bottomless abyss full of blood and pain countless times in illusions will also find her again.
She never wants to go back.
She had to fight back.
Resistance is the only way, and resistance has the possibility of failure.
The Lord of the Red Sands, Angron, his failure of resistance is a tragic story well known to the girl, and it is a story she has experienced countless times in the torment of the four gods, compiled through countless illusions that are too real. false fate.
She... definitely can't be him.
She must not disappoint the Lord of Humanity.
Even in this cruel universe, there are endless crises everywhere.
Yes, the girl is still in this dark and cruel universe, and an impending dangerous fate awaits her.
But this time, she is no longer desperate, because what she is facing is not a meaningless phantom of pain.
But really real.
Hope for the future filled the Primarch's delicate but strong body, and the new vitality dispelled all the uneasiness.
"…call."
The breathing of the strong organs made the girl's dull breathing sound like thunder, and the petite figure that had been trembling began to relax slightly, and the abundant strength and will were gradually filling the body and mind of the Primarch.
In the midst of an uncertain fate, the painful memories of being invaded by Chaos are still vivid in her mind. Perhaps the Primarch's god-like body cannot easily give her any sense of security about the future.
But the crisis is approaching. This time, in the face of a brand new future, she will definitely not choose to continue to curl up.
Countless fragmented stories are emerging in front of her eyes. At this moment, courage replaces all the cowardice in the past.
Bloody trials and growth will eventually come before her, and there is no so-called "if" that will befall her in this dark and cruel universe.
【is it here? ...the lackey who will slaughter our people in the name of the blood god in the distant future. 】
【………】
Familiar psychic reverberations emerged in the ears, and countless desperate memories emerged before the eyes of the Primarch, but they were all melted by the blazing fire in an instant.
Now, those alien assassins known as the Aeldari have followed their destiny and come to intercept and kill the Primarch who just fell in Nuceria. It will also be Ange who will be favored by Khorne in the future. Long.
She must rely on her own hands to kill Angron's tragic fate.
The psionic whispers of the Xenomorphs' smug self-righteousness became clearer, and the girl who had awakened the Primarch's psionic gifts prematurely due to the deep despair of the past also noticed it.
Perhaps it is the essence from the subspace that subtly changes the girl's nature to be sentimental.
But her strong heart was beating vigorously from beginning to end.
Even... I have some expectations for the alien blood.
The girl's dazed gilt pupils gradually solidified, although the confusion still remained.
But it shines extremely brightly.
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……
Accompanied by the dull and piercing metal sound, the dilapidated golden door of the nurturing warehouse was violently opened from the inside, and the soft and slender hands in Yingying's grip easily opened the golden door like tearing paper.
The icy cold wind also blew the wet hair that was as red as fire, the slightly indifferent gilt pupils were like vicious dogs in the dark, and the slender figure of the girl also stepped out of the shadows slowly.
The healthy wheat-colored skin stained with the luster of a little nutrient solution outlines the weak outline of some tendons in the dim sunlight, and the soft and white ankles stepped on the cold frozen soil.
"..."
The feeling of setting foot in a foreign land for the first time makes the girl a little confused.
The touch of her white toes against the snow of the permafrost did not feel cold, but made her feel extremely comfortable. Perhaps this Primarch is suitable here, she is the child of the mountain.
Perhaps at this moment, the girl also realized one thing again.
She really came to the incomparably real reality.
She looked at the scene in front of her, as depicted in countless recurring desperate memories—Angron was born in the frozen mountains all day long, and when he was born...
Before the girl's thoughts stretched further, the shadows that had been around for a long time came out instantly.
These noble and slender Eldar Assassins never hesitated the moment they saw the Calamity Avatar that Fate had described.
This moment in the prophecy happened to arrive, and the afterimage of the luxurious armor was difficult for anyone to capture, and the danger and crisis contained in it made any opponent in the galaxy dare not take it lightly.
【Die!The lackeys of the blood god and the rotting corpse! 】
The deafening psychic roar was transmitted to the girl's ears, and the stern sharpness reflected by the single-molecule blade quickly pierced into her vision.
If there is a slight trance before the Eldar Assassin's blade - then the victim's deathbed vision will be his own corpse.
However, this speed, which makes Astartes terrified in the galaxy, is not worth mentioning in front of the Primarch's god-like physique.
The girl's indifferent pupils familiarly caught the comical assassination in slow motion, and turned slightly to avoid it.
Yes.Though the nascent Primarch was no great warrior, millions of visions of agony fed her now, fueling the courage that ignited within her like never before.
The natural warrior instincts of the Primarch also responded to her will at this moment.
Even, before that.The girl had already detected all the attacks of the uninvited guests, and other figures lurking in the shadows also came into view.
In the eyes of others, the accuracy needs the reflex nerves calculated in microseconds to make a worthy dodge, and it must be maintained at a dangerous and dangerous distance.
Nowadays, this is not worth mentioning in the eyes of girls.
The difference between the light brown skin and the strange-shaped blade wrapped in powerful force is almost a stone's throw away, and the coldness from the sharp blade is almost transmitted to the immature warm skin.
However, this distance is as difficult to cross as a natural moat.
At this moment, the girl realized everything bestowed upon her by her 'father' whom she had never met.
Yes.In the face of the Primarch, any heroic existence—like the gap between these heroic existences and the weak and cowardly mortals.
The girl had never felt so good, the clumsy movements of her desperate memory replaced by swift movements of fluid precision.
Although her knowledge of combat is not very deep, she clearly understands that these powerful spirit warriors in front of her are by no means her single enemy.
In a few microseconds, she learned all the knowledge about combat that was passed down from the lord of mankind as smoothly as if she was breathing.
Now, the only shortcoming of the young Primarch is also gone.
Moreover, the development speed of this newly born Primarch's body is terrifying. The biological clock in her body is only a few standard Tara years in the past, and the power contained in it is already extremely terrifying.
Seeing that the assassin leader's first attack failed, the shadows surrounding him immediately rushed towards the girl like a beast, trying to completely kill the weak struggle of the future lackey of the blood god.
The sharp psychic edge was reflected in her gilt pupils, and the sonic boom blew away the icy air instantly, and the sudden drop in the cold temperature made the girl frown slightly.
Boom!
When the slender powder fist exploded with a faster air pressure to meet the galloping shadow in an instant, the shadow with the fastest figure flew back instantly, accompanied by a dull and heavy sound, the expanding air pressure exploded in the air In an instant, the other spirit clan assassins were blown away.
Broken skull fragments are scattered everywhere like broken ceramics, sticky and warm plasma mixed with brain tissue is constantly flowing out, almost completely shattered exquisite armor and flesh and blood fragments and faintly visible limbs, and, from the highest Ms. Tiansha Lishi's incomparably satisfied indulgence.
This symbolizes the complete annihilation of the life of an Eldar assassin captain.
【How, how is it possible... this servant of the blood god, the running dog of the corrupt emperor...how could...】
And this situation not only frightened the surrounding assassins who were suddenly blown away by the air pressure generated by the powerful power of the Primarch, but also the girl was slightly taken aback.
For some reason... She didn't feel anything strange in such a brutal and bloody scene.
She hates aliens.Perhaps, this feeling is the hatred pre-set in her genes by the human lord.
Because even a nascent Primarch is far from being something that a despicable alien can spy on.
The girl's gilt pupils burning with anger gradually turned fierce.
"...ignorant alien bastards."
The cold voice reveals the precise and quaint High Gothic language. This Primarch with otherworldly memories knows that her psionic talent is to link the hearts and emotions of others. It can be said that these despicable Eldar assassins are self-righteous. The psionic whisper never escaped the girl's ear.
Therefore, even if these slender psychic assassins can launch sneak attacks at a speed that even the Astartes can hardly detect, it is not commendable in the face of the Primarch's reaction.
Before the other Eldar assassins, who were not as fast as the captain, could react, their red flowing hair swept over like the eyes of death.
The shrill psychic echo echoed in the valley accompanied by screams.
In the swift afterimages that even the Eldar are hard to catch, the girl's frail and boneless hands are like sharp knives tearing open the armor and flesh of the Eldar assassins one after another. The fiery turbulence engulfed by the speed burns away.
The running aura of the tender white soft feet is completely inconsistent with its delicate appearance. The characteristics presented on the solid frozen soil are that the thick ice layer is instantly crushed, and there are terrible cracks and cracks all over every step. The figure of the sonic boom is like the turbulent waves on the ocean.This terrifying scene, like a moving natural disaster, devoured all the alien debris in an instant.
The frightful speed and power with which the air and nature were torn apart with every gesture was evidence of the Primarch's bloodline from the true god, the Emperor of Man.
At this moment, the surviving Eldar felt hopeless... a doomed despair of being unable to resist the coming destruction.
These ignorant aliens... are so ignorant, just like the enlightenment bestowed upon her by the Lord of Humanity:
[You just turned a page about many futures——then preach and practice it as the truth. 】
[How sad. 】
Yes, the girl couldn't be more aware of this feeling of futility and powerlessness, just like when she was surrounded by endless hopeless scenes, but the degree was infinitely stronger.
She felt this familiar despair through psychic power, and her tough heart was never affected by the empathetic emotion, and her slaughtering actions became more and more ferocious, and her once chaotic and endless thinking became more and more clear.
She bears Angron's responsibilities.
She bore Angron's fate.
But fate is the enemy that Sisyphus fights against in sweat day after day.
She wants to forge this sweat into her new destiny, to repay the Lord of Humanity for her redemption, and to fight against Chaos most powerfully.
The girl began to run towards her destiny, going forward without hesitation.
It wasn't until everything disappeared that the sky full of frost and gravel was gradually smoothed by gravity.
Only a petite figure chasing fate is left behind.
……
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【…】
【Blood…】
The ancient High Gothic vocabulary awakened the Primarch sleeping in the training cabin, but the encroachment of the waves of the subspace almost washed away her self-consciousness, and the scenes of severe pain and hallucinations continued to emerge before her eyes, full of sulfur The sinking whispers of blood breath made it difficult for her to sleep.
The consciousness of the newborn god is still not clear, but under the influence of past subjective memories... everything in front of her is not a scene she is familiar with.
The neat room in the past was replaced by a dark and damp cabin, and the unconscious whispers also turned into immature and unfamiliar voices, and the warm bedding that should be covered on the body was also replaced by the wet and sticky soaking feeling.
She woke up.
The girl struggled to open her golden pupils, but there was only a series of incomprehensible words in front of her eyes.
【This is…? 】
When the young Primarch tried to struggle to get up, he found that the petite body that did not belong to him was soaking in the sticky and warm liquid.
Everything in front of her was beyond her comprehension, and endless questions came to her mind one by one.
【who I am…? 】
【where am I…? 】
The nearly shattered consciousness was gradually integrated under the developed thinking logic, and the Primarch, whose soul was as pure as a blank sheet of paper, raised questions.
The primarch's instinct quickly integrated all the information around her, but her unclear self-awareness was overwhelmed by the indescribable exhaustion.
Before she could think about it carefully, sleepiness overwhelmed her in the next instant.
The girl's sleepy eyes gradually closed, but her vision was no longer dim.
Her blurred consciousness gradually became clear, and the increasingly dazzling golden light was leading the soul of the Primarch, constantly cruising in the sea of mind like a skilled traveler and apprentice.
In a blink of an eye, she seemed to have come to a dilapidated library, with some faint candles flickering on several quaint bookshelves.
On the dusty shelves, the Primarch could barely make out the titles on the spines of the books.
"Warhammer 40k"
Suddenly, a sharp pain from an inexplicable source suddenly made the girl frown.
The splitting pain from the giant ax instantly left a scar on her soul, and the consciousness swimming in the sea of souls couldn't help but look up at the sky exuding scarlet aura.
It was a gigantic ax far more majestic than the sky, and you would be overwhelmed by its sharpness and vigor just by taking a peek.
The real name of a mighty destructor suddenly surfaced in her mind.
Fear ...
In an instant, the unbearable pain was poured into the soul as if the brain was being ripped out alive.It was as if there were endless ferocious thorns in her brain, constantly sinking into it... The pain that almost tortured the consciousness and soul of the nascent Primarch to the point of collapse roared wildly in her brain.
Painful groans were slowly squeezed out from her throat, her petite figure trembled and curled up, dripping sweat dripped from her forehead, and the immature face of the girl was tortured to the point of ghastliness by this unexplained pain.
The pain from the soul made the girl stop trying to call the real name of the destructive power, the hoarse gasping voice revealed endless exhaustion and regret.
"what happened…"
Puzzled again, the girl murmured.
The disintegrated consciousness of the nascent Primarch has gradually awakened, and endless knowledge has poured into his mind, about speech, language, walking, running, and even fighting. With the help of the indescribably powerful gene sequence of the Primarch, It can be learned in an instant.
It's just that the self-awareness of the nascent Primarch seems to have been completely washed away, and the part about the name has already been cut off as a blank.
Just like the painful pain just now, there is no answer.
When the consciousness gradually moved away from the harbor of the soul, the girl's sweat-blurred vision returned to clarity, and the scene of the sea of mind disappeared like an illusory curtain, leaving only the dark and damp training cabin in sight.
The High Gothic report with a damage rate of more than 78% was presented in front of her, and she didn't even know why she could understand these obscure words.
In the face of countless complex and treacherous memories and realities, the Primarch's ability to quickly integrate and consult is also slightly dwarfed, so despite the endless information in the brain and the integration of most of the known information as soon as possible, the girl still Feeling confused and asking my consciousness and soul like the sands of the Ganges River.
Countless questions born out of thin air appeared and disappeared in an instant, and the unbearable emptiness in my mind was suddenly filled with knowledge from unknown sources, even beyond the girl's cognition.
The superhuman brain derived from the Primarch immediately analyzed most of the data, and the endless puzzles were also answered by the screened and analyzed data.
She... seemed to know who she was.
A plain and meaningless past appeared before her eyes.In this clear memory of the past, she has been immersed in the ordinary life for decades, and has one of the few hobbies and hobbies of board games... and that hobby is exactly the same as the old man she saw in the illusion just now. Books have the same name.
【Warhammer 40k】
She opened it, but didn't notice a light blue feather in the book.
In the next moment, a large amount of clear and complicated knowledge was poured into the brain of the young Primarch, and most of the doubts were answered in an instant.
To sum it up, it is:
She... came to the Warhammer 40k world full of war and darkness.
A space opera universe filled with gothic flair and tales of despair.
Horrific and shocking truths unfolded before the nascent Primarch.
The girl who was still a little sleepy and confused immediately froze, and her gradually sober consciousness integrated the knowledge she knew, but this knowledge had already turned into a curse to the soul.
Even though she was in the humid and warm environment of the incubator, an indescribable coldness spread up her back, and a tide of despair swept over her immediately.
The newborn god stared blankly at his immature and powerful little hands.
On it, she sensed the power that could easily tear apart matter.However, the flame of courage flickered for a moment, and then was completely overwhelmed by the despair contained in knowledge.
"It can't be true...it can't be true..."
The girl muttered to herself, trying to deceive herself, closing her eyes and praying repeatedly.
However, even if she opened her eyes again, the familiar warm bedroom in her past memory did not appear in front of her eyes.
There is only harsh reality.
She really came to... the world of Warhammer 40.
……
In an instant, the girl wanted to bump her head to death immediately.
Even if her extraordinary body is difficult to be harmed at will.
The little heart is gradually being soaked by the curse of knowledge.
Not for any other reason, just because of her status as a fan of "Warhammer 40k".
She knew that if she unfortunately crossed into such a world, death was the best way to escape.
How can I describe the overwhelming sense of despair...
For this cruel and dark universe, any symbolic resistance seems too weak and powerless, and any brave struggle will become the most heroic period in the tragedy.
To be honest, if you are an ordinary commoner, you can return to the Golden Throne if you commit suicide... But if you happen to be someone unlucky in the Warhammer story, or if you are unfortunate enough to encounter some Dark Eldar, Chaos corruption, etc. Even the relief from endless pain is a luxury... Even in the hive cities where the vast majority of civilians live, there are countless dangers all over the place.
Thinking of this, the girl's back was instantly covered with cold sweat.
The agony of the soul that came from the blood-red giant ax just now seemed to be able to connect with a certain destructive power sitting on the brass throne in her memory.
I...wouldn't be targeted by the blood god...?
Uneasy thoughts collided fiercely in her brain, and the interweaving of thoughts and knowledge seemed to be leading the current situation in a bad direction, and the trembling gilt pupils continuously showed panic.
It stands to reason that the bloodthirsty god of the warp would not set his sights on weak mortals at will, unless it was a heroic warrior or a Primarch that he liked...
Thinking of this, the young Primarch looked at the Roman numeral XII engraved on the adamantine cabin...
She... really became a Primarch targeted by the Blood God.
[Primarch, Angron, War Dogs, World Eaters, Butcher's Nails, Great Crusade...]
Like Murphy's Law, the last thing she wanted to happen happened.In an instant, several familiar words jumped in the girl's brain, and the curse in the ocean of knowledge became more intense, and more and more panic burst out in the well-developed thoughts of the young Primarch. Her thinking and nerves are like a world away.
However, the agony of dying like a steel nail piercing into the brain just now... is still vivid in my memory.
Looking at the surrounding environment that can match Angron's story one by one, the girl tried to hypnotize herself, everything in front of her was not real.
However, that painful memory seemed to turn into a steel nail that could not be removed in her mind, gradually dismantling and tearing up the fantasy scene that was gradually built up, and when she clearly saw the symbol of human beings in the cabin. When the golden eagle pattern of the empire was seen, the futile illusions were completely shattered by the reality in front of them.
The cruel reality was before this young Primarch, and her identity was undoubtedly the No. 12 great creation of the Emperor of Humanity—Primarch Angron.
Yes, in the distant future, the Primarch with a sad fate.
In an instant, strong emotions erupted at this moment, and endless despair and sorrow lingered in the girl's heart in an instant.
Suddenly, a dark blue feather drifted across her calm and indifferent sea of mind, stained with dust from the library.
……
After knowing his identity, the nascent Primarch instantly knew the end of this fate.
That is, even if he inherits the mighty power from the lord of mankind, he will still fall into the slave of the iron chain in the hands of others in endless pain and torment, and perish forever.
Looking at her immature little hands, the girl didn't understand why she would bear this fateful tragedy.
Her complicated thinking was further swallowed by the corruption from knowledge. Even though she knew her identity, although she couldn't compare herself with the giant man in armor holding a chainaxe in her memory, the knowledge and reason from her memory were still there. He clearly told her that the fate she was about to usher in would also be a miserable tragedy.
The idea of no reason was born in an instant, and the idea of suicide quickly occupied the high ground of thinking.
Reason restrained the girl's chaotic thoughts at that moment, and she recalled the gaze from the blood god... and the pain and torture that were engraved in her heart.
Even though she didn't want to be a Primarch who died by suicide...a sense of desperation haunted her.
The girl pondered in dismay any possible way of escaping from the blood god's grasp.
For example... spun seven times in place, prayed seven times, praised the loving father seven times and then directly committed suicide?
Of course, impossible.
Just another nasty joke in the harsh world of Warhammer.
In this grimdark universe, if one seeks relief from him... it is more likely that one will fall into the eternal torment of a loving father.
As a former reader and player, the girl once imagined that if she came to Warhammer 40k, a space opera story full of darkness and blood and tears... the best ending would be to be affected by the ubiquitous war, and simply die in a certain place. A bullet or a rusty dagger.
...and will probably cry like a toe-stomped fart.
Now, she was really scared to the point of crying by the hopeless future.
Even if she knew the identity of her Primarch, it still couldn't completely calm the cowardice in the girl's heart.
In the dark universe of Warhammer 40, not even the Primarch is immune.
She will be Angron, she will be Nuceria's slave.
As the Primarch favored by the Blood God, Angron's life will be a life involuntary.
Even if it is as strong as the Primarch, it will become a toy in the palm of the evil god entrenched in the subspace... let alone the self with a lot of future memories in his brain?
……
In the increasingly complicated and careful thinking, the light blue mist engulfed the bird's feathers, and silently enveloped the sea of mind of the nascent Primarch.
Although the mighty power inherited from the Lord of Humanity will make her future achievements unmatched, the overly rich emotions and her complex nature from the Warp will not let her go.
Cowardice and panic kept breeding in the girl's spiritual defense, and the corruption from chaos followed quietly.
But she didn't know all of this, it seemed that this was the comedy that the Chaos Gods wanted to see - mortals cursed by knowledge, even though they had the divine power bestowed by the Lord of Humanity, but because of that sad and funny Cowardly and stepping towards a more sinking tragedy.
She is still thinking.Thinking about the vision of the future is infinitely stronger than ordinary people's thinking ability, making her deduction and imagination of the future vision almost as real as an image.
However, the sinking whispers from the warp lead the end of all images to inevitable destruction and tragedy.
Endless tragedies permeate immature and pure souls, countless sighs and tears emerge in the sentimental subspace essence, it seems that all beautiful imaginations will be interrupted by tragedies without a source, but the newborn Primarch Unaware of the corruption from Chaos, the pride of Primarch's identity made her mortal memories of the past gradually blur.
Everything is just as they want to see, in the No.30 millennium...the race named 'Humanity' has been so arrogant and ignorant from the beginning to the end, and has never thought deeply about the unreasonable abnormalities. With danger approaching.
Also like that in the distant future, No. 40 millennium, one of the lessons learned by human beings: think more and be suspicious.
Soon, how many deductions about the future were interrupted under the swift and well-developed thoughts, and the dark and hopeless scene enveloped her tired heart, from the cursed knowledge that did not give the Primarch the answer she wanted. .
As a result, despair began to emerge in her heart.
And this strong emotion further contributed to their invasion and corruption.
In this tragic and dark universe, all stubborn resistance to the future is nothing more than impotent rage in most cases.
Girls are not born saints like Sanguinius, nor Konrad Curzes with action lunatics, for mortal cowardice.The ability to flip through the future is a curse from beginning to end.
In a way, the girl is just an ordinary soul endowed with the powers of the Primarch.
Her identity and value are very precious——for the value of a 'plaything' in the eyes of evil gods.
……
……
Precious time is passing by, and on the snow-capped mountains of Nuceria, which never melts all year round, the training cabin belonging to the Primarch is also frozen by ice and snow.
Even though the primarch girl curled up in it was relying on her swaddling clothes, and in front of her eyes was only a darkness woven by despair.
The blinking alarm lights symbolize that the security of the incubator will not last long, and the same is true for the trembling soul under a dark cloud of uneasiness.
Not even the tenacity of the Primarch's mind could withstand the despair of thousands of tragic images, as is the essence of knowledge, the curse.
Unaware of the corruption caused by strong emotions, the girl huddled blankly in the wet cultivation barn, and the courage gained from being reborn as a god on earth was constantly fading away.
The blazing flame in the sea of mind that wanted to change everything was constantly doused in the light green rain, until the flickering fragile flame was completely extinguished in despair and numbness.
Tenacity and cowardice are gradually intertwined, thinking and looking forward to the future almost crushed this Primarch girl who was just an ordinary human being - there is no hope in it, only endless shackles and shackles that need to be broken off, and the readers, the involuntary melancholy in the face of tragic stories.
All possible futures are unfolding before her eyes, the Eldar, the Colosseum, the Butcher's Nails, the World Eaters, the Horus Rebellion, and Ascension.
The tragedy that belongs to Angron only needs a few words to be connected together, sweeping towards her like the inescapable fate of Sisyphus, more violent than a tsunami, hotter than lava, belonging to The Primarch's gift of telepathic psionics even chilled the howling blizzard, but the girl curled up obliviously, thinking about the dark future that her fragile heart could hardly face.
And the girl's heart, which has been covered by the light blue mist, only has a cowardly and small wish.
【How should I live...】
Her will and courage were completely destroyed in the silent corrosion. The curse of knowledge and Primarch identity was too much for the carefree hearts of mortals in the past, and all the future scenes for her were so sad.
In the endless tragedies and despair, only her innate training cabin is still warm.
However, the gear of fate never stopped spinning, but slowly moved forward before her eyes, blending into a mess of complex emotions full of despair.
After all, the over-damaged training cabin will not protect her for too long.
As the energy source continued to decrease, the void shield that had always protected the training cabin finally stopped.
It symbolizes that the slow-moving gears of fate have finally started to rotate at high speed.
The Primarch, who was supposed to grow rapidly in these several Tyra years, has always been restricted by his thinking and fixed on a petite body in size and development.
The light blue mist that shrouded the sea of mind in the past has blown endless dark blue storms, and the dark green acid cloud that is so thick that it is almost impossible to disperse is also condensing corrupt raindrops. The pain of the Butcher's Nail made her struggle unbearably, and the joyful whispers of longing for relief continued to whisper in her ears, tempting her to fall into the purple abyss. The petite and cowardly existence was constantly swaying in the tsunami of souls amidst the sinister smiles of the four gods. It seems that it will fall apart at any time.
No one knows how long the girl has been thinking about. Perhaps the prying eyes of the evil god have completely deprived her of the right to fear. Perhaps her cowardly heart originating from mortals cannot bear the heavy pressure originating from corrosion. The promise reached her ears.
During the thinking time that can be counted as hundreds of years for the Primarch, countless messy and gloomy thoughts kept breeding in the girl's mind, like moths eating away at the wall of the heart that should have been firm.
Finally, the down void shield system was noticed by her dazed and confused out-of-focus pupils.
The pride and self-confidence generated by the many memories of the previous life seem to be worn away in the endless darkness, and the sentimental nature of the warp is turning into a portal for the invasion of chaos.
When despair was about to spread to every corner of the mind, the nascent Primarch was barely aware of the spying and erosion from the evil gods. However, the exhausted mind that had been soaked in despair for a long time was already powerless.
The endless unbearable pain continued to turn into phantom pain, invading the young body.
Countless dark and hopeless phantoms appeared in front of his eyes, and it was still difficult to dispel them.
The curse brought by that knowledge and the memory brought by that past tortured her no longer tough soul from beginning to end.
And she can only curl up like a pathetic fool facing despair... curled up in the nutrient solution that has already been absorbed and dried up.
The young Primarch is still alive, her immature body is still strong, but her soul is disqualified from rebirth.
She became a drowned fool, struggling in vain and despair in a sea of corrupting souls.
Yes, silent corruption is enough to dissolve the will of any, not even a Primarch - knowledge, is a terrible curse.
In the dim golden pupils, there is endless despair.
An inescapable tragic fate awaits her.
Although, now her identity is a god in the eyes of ordinary people, the heir of the emperor, and the Primarch.
But the countless and complex plot fragments are always filling her mind, many of which are destined for the future.
Unforgettable tragedies played on a continuous loop, as if someone kept whispering to her the inevitable tragic fate.
The Istvan Massacre, the Horus Heresy... and Angrona's tragic life as a slave of others from beginning to end.
From the slave of the slave master, to the emperor's slave, and then to the blood god's slave.
But all that is known is that danger does not wait for a decaying soul that is ever approaching the young Primarch.
Teach her in the most ruthless and iron-blooded way. In this dark universe full of tragedies, if you try to escape... crisis and fate will come to you.
……
【is it here? ...the lackey who will slaughter our people in the name of the blood god in the distant future. 】
【The priest's prophecy is correct... the son of the sun from the highest sky was born here. 】
【Although she did not come as promised, this planet will not protect her forever...】
Some psychic whispers full of obscure words interrupted the girl's complex and rotten thoughts, and the sense of crisis like a cold light approached, and her heart trembled.
The Eldar assassin who was granted the prophecy has arrived as scheduled, this is the number of times.
Yes, she never stepped out of the nursery because it was pointless.
The fate that should come has sought her countless times.
A scene that had appeared millions of times appeared in front of her eyes. The Eldar assassins who were looking for the thread of fate had already found the trace of the cultivation warehouse. The blade is invincible, and the light and weird steps don't even leave any traces on the soft snow.
They are preparing to kill the childhood of the future servant of the blood god in their infancy.
In the doomed fate, she will fall in a pool of blood...
Even the deduced battle is accompanied by her poor battle memory, it seems that the fallen corpse is no longer the Eldar, but herself...
【This time, how will I die...】
The girl thought desperately.
During the almost countless hours in her numb consciousness, the memory of the past seemed to be covered with a layer of fog.While gradually blurring, endless pain is stored.
The warm and ordinary pictures stored in it seem to have turned into ordinary and ridiculous tombstones.
The past no longer exists, hope and courage are all wiped out, and the future is only a tragic fate that she urgently needs to undertake.
The sense of crisis is gradually approaching, and the cold and biting sense of crisis almost makes the girl's back tremble. Countless self-hypnosis of "just a dream" is also ruthlessly broken at this moment, and she can hardly breathe in the face of the heavy pressure of despair.
There was no longer any hope in her almost pleading mood.
Beneath the exhausted courage, only the endless and intense feeling of despair remained.
A light blue mist began to diffuse around the young Primarch, and rotten pus began to emerge from the traces of the long-dried nutrient solution. The afterimage of joy that was finally freed by death also appeared before her eyes, and the Endless anger amidst despair.
The Young Primarchs discovered their invasion at the most irreparable moment, yet the pride born of accursed knowledge was shattered by sheer desperation time after time.
Once having the courage to fight against it, she was overwhelmed by the endless illusions of despair brought by the whispers of sinking, but her tenacious will and developed thinking have become their most powerful weapons.
The end of any thoughts and knowledge has the feathers left by the Lord of Change. In her well-developed thinking, the search that has been stretched for thousands of years is just a futile and ridiculous resistance.
Even the past that the soul of another world is proud of... is the same.
There, endlessly nested, visions of corruption form eternal cages.
The drowsiness haunted her soul, and each waking was accompanied by a real, horrified gasp.
In the last moment, the scene in front of her was so real that she thought she had already wandered in the galaxy, and she was also on the stage in a space opera with the power of the Primarch, and the roar of the bolter and the chainsword had already immersed her in it .
Every time, her consciousness was wrapped in the illusion that couldn't be more real, and then, soaked in genuine and rich emotions, she ushered in an inescapable destruction.
It was not until the doomed death and severe pain that he woke up in the dull laughter of the voice of corruption.
The veil from reality and illusion has already crushed any of her will, and she has long been unable to distinguish whether the things in front of her are true or not. Her will has become a new plaything of the four gods.
The once pure sea of souls is gradually turning into a stagnant water.
Despair is the answer to any prayer and begging.
Until... the soul, no longer tenacious, inevitably falls towards the highest heaven.
……
Suddenly, at this moment, some indecipherable subtle whisper suddenly sounded in the girl's ear.
[Don't be confused by your past, my creation. 】
[Don't be afraid of your future, my daughter. 】
Her dry pupils turned aimlessly, and a golden light seemed to appear indistinctly in front of her eyes.
Cold and dazzling, making it difficult to look directly at.
In the sky above the sea of mind, there is only a round of icy golden sun shining on the curled up petite figure—even though the light is not warm, it is extremely dazzling.
The image of the soul of the young Primarch, who was about to get lost in the highest heaven, was gradually becoming clear, and the despair and fear that filled his heart were being continuously dissolved.
【The future always depends on your choice. 】
【I will not completely abandon your sinking, rage, and painful future... but I will not accept all of it either. 】
【You always have the right to choose—believe in your ability, believe in the ability I bestow on you. 】
The indifferent and noble voice kept echoing in the ears of the young Primarch, the dazzling light dispelled the light blue mist lingering around his daughter, and the nutrient solution that was about to condense into rotten thick water disappeared before her eyes The endless hallucinations in my body also dissipated, and the sharp pains piercing my brain and the endless images of despair also came to an abrupt end.
The lake of souls is pure again, and the corrupted whispers from the high heavens fade away in wrath.
The word "real" was finally found in her cognition.
The girl felt confusedly the heart that was no longer trembling, and all hazy and gloomy vision became clear again.
[When we meet next time... I hope you can grow into an appearance that satisfies me. 】
With the sound of the indifferent sentence for the last time, the mental barrier of the young Primarch, which was dilapidated due to the invasion of the Lord of Change, was completely repaired by the golden light, and the courage that was extinguished by corruption was finally ignited.
The girl looked up at the dazzling sun, dull and confused, her dry throat trembled slightly, but she did not utter any complicated words or words.
Instead, it was like a newborn baby, moaning and exhorting meaninglessly.
She seemed to see a pair of eyes, different from the innumerable numb pictures, but the illusory scene in front of her eyes was not stained with any hopeless luster.
It seems that the Lord of Humanity is always watching his works, like an eagle leading a young eagle to spread its wings towards the Milky Way.
"Ah... ah..."
The throbbing sensation from the immature throat echoed the girl's awakened consciousness from numbness, and there was no more pain in it.
In the clear line of sight, it is no longer covered by a layer of hopeless light gray.
Everything that was real really reappeared before her eyes.
Reality... really came back.
The body of the young Primarch trembled, crystal tears dripped from the cradle made of pure gold, and the sea of pure souls rippled.
In the blinding rays of the icy sun, the young Primarch uttered the first true cry of new birth.
Rich pure emotion refilled her consciousness at this moment.
Everything... came back.
It was her genetic father who had saved her, brought her back from utter despair in the torment of visions that were real and false and endless in the sea of souls.
In the girl's complex mind, the first ray of new emotion was born through the kindness of the Lord of Humanity.
Named, thank you.
……
The young Primarch was reborn.
Endless thoughts were reborn at this moment, but there was no senseless fear and despair anymore, and the golden light inlaid on the solid and thick barrier of will expels all corrupt whispers from the mind.
The replay of the chess game no longer makes people lose confidence, and the gilt pupils gradually solidify in the burning courage.
Until, the whispers from fate rang in her ears again, this time, there was no trace of corruption.
The young Primarch clenched her resolve tightly, and abandoned all meaningless thinking. A new fate with an uncertain future but still hopeful was waiting for her to face.
The gears of fate are waiting for the new Primarch to personally promote, and all the key prospects must be drawn by her, so as to change the tragedy.
Otherwise, not only will fate not let go of the fate of this Primarch—her past of falling into the bottomless abyss full of blood and pain countless times in illusions will also find her again.
She never wants to go back.
She had to fight back.
Resistance is the only way, and resistance has the possibility of failure.
The Lord of the Red Sands, Angron, his failure of resistance is a tragic story well known to the girl, and it is a story she has experienced countless times in the torment of the four gods, compiled through countless illusions that are too real. false fate.
She... definitely can't be him.
She must not disappoint the Lord of Humanity.
Even in this cruel universe, there are endless crises everywhere.
Yes, the girl is still in this dark and cruel universe, and an impending dangerous fate awaits her.
But this time, she is no longer desperate, because what she is facing is not a meaningless phantom of pain.
But really real.
Hope for the future filled the Primarch's delicate but strong body, and the new vitality dispelled all the uneasiness.
"…call."
The breathing of the strong organs made the girl's dull breathing sound like thunder, and the petite figure that had been trembling began to relax slightly, and the abundant strength and will were gradually filling the body and mind of the Primarch.
In the midst of an uncertain fate, the painful memories of being invaded by Chaos are still vivid in her mind. Perhaps the Primarch's god-like body cannot easily give her any sense of security about the future.
But the crisis is approaching. This time, in the face of a brand new future, she will definitely not choose to continue to curl up.
Countless fragmented stories are emerging in front of her eyes. At this moment, courage replaces all the cowardice in the past.
Bloody trials and growth will eventually come before her, and there is no so-called "if" that will befall her in this dark and cruel universe.
【is it here? ...the lackey who will slaughter our people in the name of the blood god in the distant future. 】
【………】
Familiar psychic reverberations emerged in the ears, and countless desperate memories emerged before the eyes of the Primarch, but they were all melted by the blazing fire in an instant.
Now, those alien assassins known as the Aeldari have followed their destiny and come to intercept and kill the Primarch who just fell in Nuceria. It will also be Ange who will be favored by Khorne in the future. Long.
She must rely on her own hands to kill Angron's tragic fate.
The psionic whispers of the Xenomorphs' smug self-righteousness became clearer, and the girl who had awakened the Primarch's psionic gifts prematurely due to the deep despair of the past also noticed it.
Perhaps it is the essence from the subspace that subtly changes the girl's nature to be sentimental.
But her strong heart was beating vigorously from beginning to end.
Even... I have some expectations for the alien blood.
The girl's dazed gilt pupils gradually solidified, although the confusion still remained.
But it shines extremely brightly.
……
……
Accompanied by the dull and piercing metal sound, the dilapidated golden door of the nurturing warehouse was violently opened from the inside, and the soft and slender hands in Yingying's grip easily opened the golden door like tearing paper.
The icy cold wind also blew the wet hair that was as red as fire, the slightly indifferent gilt pupils were like vicious dogs in the dark, and the slender figure of the girl also stepped out of the shadows slowly.
The healthy wheat-colored skin stained with the luster of a little nutrient solution outlines the weak outline of some tendons in the dim sunlight, and the soft and white ankles stepped on the cold frozen soil.
"..."
The feeling of setting foot in a foreign land for the first time makes the girl a little confused.
The touch of her white toes against the snow of the permafrost did not feel cold, but made her feel extremely comfortable. Perhaps this Primarch is suitable here, she is the child of the mountain.
Perhaps at this moment, the girl also realized one thing again.
She really came to the incomparably real reality.
She looked at the scene in front of her, as depicted in countless recurring desperate memories—Angron was born in the frozen mountains all day long, and when he was born...
Before the girl's thoughts stretched further, the shadows that had been around for a long time came out instantly.
These noble and slender Eldar Assassins never hesitated the moment they saw the Calamity Avatar that Fate had described.
This moment in the prophecy happened to arrive, and the afterimage of the luxurious armor was difficult for anyone to capture, and the danger and crisis contained in it made any opponent in the galaxy dare not take it lightly.
【Die!The lackeys of the blood god and the rotting corpse! 】
The deafening psychic roar was transmitted to the girl's ears, and the stern sharpness reflected by the single-molecule blade quickly pierced into her vision.
If there is a slight trance before the Eldar Assassin's blade - then the victim's deathbed vision will be his own corpse.
However, this speed, which makes Astartes terrified in the galaxy, is not worth mentioning in front of the Primarch's god-like physique.
The girl's indifferent pupils familiarly caught the comical assassination in slow motion, and turned slightly to avoid it.
Yes.Though the nascent Primarch was no great warrior, millions of visions of agony fed her now, fueling the courage that ignited within her like never before.
The natural warrior instincts of the Primarch also responded to her will at this moment.
Even, before that.The girl had already detected all the attacks of the uninvited guests, and other figures lurking in the shadows also came into view.
In the eyes of others, the accuracy needs the reflex nerves calculated in microseconds to make a worthy dodge, and it must be maintained at a dangerous and dangerous distance.
Nowadays, this is not worth mentioning in the eyes of girls.
The difference between the light brown skin and the strange-shaped blade wrapped in powerful force is almost a stone's throw away, and the coldness from the sharp blade is almost transmitted to the immature warm skin.
However, this distance is as difficult to cross as a natural moat.
At this moment, the girl realized everything bestowed upon her by her 'father' whom she had never met.
Yes.In the face of the Primarch, any heroic existence—like the gap between these heroic existences and the weak and cowardly mortals.
The girl had never felt so good, the clumsy movements of her desperate memory replaced by swift movements of fluid precision.
Although her knowledge of combat is not very deep, she clearly understands that these powerful spirit warriors in front of her are by no means her single enemy.
In a few microseconds, she learned all the knowledge about combat that was passed down from the lord of mankind as smoothly as if she was breathing.
Now, the only shortcoming of the young Primarch is also gone.
Moreover, the development speed of this newly born Primarch's body is terrifying. The biological clock in her body is only a few standard Tara years in the past, and the power contained in it is already extremely terrifying.
Seeing that the assassin leader's first attack failed, the shadows surrounding him immediately rushed towards the girl like a beast, trying to completely kill the weak struggle of the future lackey of the blood god.
The sharp psychic edge was reflected in her gilt pupils, and the sonic boom blew away the icy air instantly, and the sudden drop in the cold temperature made the girl frown slightly.
Boom!
When the slender powder fist exploded with a faster air pressure to meet the galloping shadow in an instant, the shadow with the fastest figure flew back instantly, accompanied by a dull and heavy sound, the expanding air pressure exploded in the air In an instant, the other spirit clan assassins were blown away.
Broken skull fragments are scattered everywhere like broken ceramics, sticky and warm plasma mixed with brain tissue is constantly flowing out, almost completely shattered exquisite armor and flesh and blood fragments and faintly visible limbs, and, from the highest Ms. Tiansha Lishi's incomparably satisfied indulgence.
This symbolizes the complete annihilation of the life of an Eldar assassin captain.
【How, how is it possible... this servant of the blood god, the running dog of the corrupt emperor...how could...】
And this situation not only frightened the surrounding assassins who were suddenly blown away by the air pressure generated by the powerful power of the Primarch, but also the girl was slightly taken aback.
For some reason... She didn't feel anything strange in such a brutal and bloody scene.
She hates aliens.Perhaps, this feeling is the hatred pre-set in her genes by the human lord.
Because even a nascent Primarch is far from being something that a despicable alien can spy on.
The girl's gilt pupils burning with anger gradually turned fierce.
"...ignorant alien bastards."
The cold voice reveals the precise and quaint High Gothic language. This Primarch with otherworldly memories knows that her psionic talent is to link the hearts and emotions of others. It can be said that these despicable Eldar assassins are self-righteous. The psionic whisper never escaped the girl's ear.
Therefore, even if these slender psychic assassins can launch sneak attacks at a speed that even the Astartes can hardly detect, it is not commendable in the face of the Primarch's reaction.
Before the other Eldar assassins, who were not as fast as the captain, could react, their red flowing hair swept over like the eyes of death.
The shrill psychic echo echoed in the valley accompanied by screams.
In the swift afterimages that even the Eldar are hard to catch, the girl's frail and boneless hands are like sharp knives tearing open the armor and flesh of the Eldar assassins one after another. The fiery turbulence engulfed by the speed burns away.
The running aura of the tender white soft feet is completely inconsistent with its delicate appearance. The characteristics presented on the solid frozen soil are that the thick ice layer is instantly crushed, and there are terrible cracks and cracks all over every step. The figure of the sonic boom is like the turbulent waves on the ocean.This terrifying scene, like a moving natural disaster, devoured all the alien debris in an instant.
The frightful speed and power with which the air and nature were torn apart with every gesture was evidence of the Primarch's bloodline from the true god, the Emperor of Man.
At this moment, the surviving Eldar felt hopeless... a doomed despair of being unable to resist the coming destruction.
These ignorant aliens... are so ignorant, just like the enlightenment bestowed upon her by the Lord of Humanity:
[You just turned a page about many futures——then preach and practice it as the truth. 】
[How sad. 】
Yes, the girl couldn't be more aware of this feeling of futility and powerlessness, just like when she was surrounded by endless hopeless scenes, but the degree was infinitely stronger.
She felt this familiar despair through psychic power, and her tough heart was never affected by the empathetic emotion, and her slaughtering actions became more and more ferocious, and her once chaotic and endless thinking became more and more clear.
She bears Angron's responsibilities.
She bore Angron's fate.
But fate is the enemy that Sisyphus fights against in sweat day after day.
She wants to forge this sweat into her new destiny, to repay the Lord of Humanity for her redemption, and to fight against Chaos most powerfully.
The girl began to run towards her destiny, going forward without hesitation.
It wasn't until everything disappeared that the sky full of frost and gravel was gradually smoothed by gravity.
Only a petite figure chasing fate is left behind.
……
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Modifications Modified several versions.It may be that I am a little inexplicably paranoid about the beginning!
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