Emperor's Daughter of the Red Sands

Chapter 49 Chaos Expedition ([-])

The roar of the promethium engine.

The roar of bombs and plasma.

And the dying generosity of the loyal.

Burning, beheading, haunching, deboning, trampling.

Endless pain, endless roar.

Elaine feels it all.

All the time.

……

Om-! ! !
The chainsaw roared.

The sawtooth crazily gnawed at the heavy black sword in front of him, bursting out countless fiery sparks every moment.

The terrifying figures of the Primarch Genome and the Primarch Demon collided with each other like thunder in a storm, and the sounds of battle roars and panting were also torn apart by this unparalleled divine power. The most terrifying natural disaster and the craziest man-made disaster were staged at the same time , The battlefield paved with flesh and blood corpses was also torn open and obvious scars by the aftermath of the battle.

Angron's hysterical madness was reflected in Elaine's gilt pupils.

In Angron's cloudy pupils, there was only the light that burst out when the swords met.

There is only endless silence lingering between the incomparably stalwart figure.

Every heavy blow of gold and iron will set off a sharp hum across the battlefield, and every hysteria of wrestling will bring spectacular scars to the scorched earth.

Countless people have questioned the power of the Primarch's extraordinary four-meter-high size.

Needless to say, this bloody battle circle formed around the two is proof.

It is even more hysterical than the madness that can destroy rationality in the Kia subspace. In this crazy battlefield like a meat grinder, the collision between gods has forcefully cleared out an empty space amid endless artillery fire and blood and flesh. Any existence that tries to intervene in the duel field will be easily torn apart by the aftermath of the collision.

The Butcher's Nails hummed and tapped.

The sea of ​​minds is spreading pain.

……

Elaine once questioned herself why she started this war.

Is it for revenge for the endless suffering?Is it to entangle the blood feud in the fate of the gene offspring all the time?
There are many reasons for this war, but a single factor is by no means the reason for this almost betting life and future.

Many people can see a raging fire in her gilt pupils, which is a blazing flame condensed into a solid body in the sea of ​​hearts.

That is her will to walk from the dark infancy to the present.

In Elaine's extraordinary vision, there is not only the crazy and disorderly blade of the Black Sword, but also the endless pain contained in Angron's muddy pupils.

She could feel the endless exhaustion from the other party under the weight of every blow of gold and iron.

In the storm of pain that reverberates in the sea of ​​her mind, she can feel the pain that bites her reason all the time.

Yes, she had experienced this pain before.It's just that now the source of this pain has finally materialized in front of my eyes-this miserable man who has suffered so much, lost consciousness in torture and madness.

Lord of the red sands of Nuceria, Angron.

Once, in that vision of the cursed future, this sanity-eating suffering almost completely crushed the mind of the young Primarch.

Once as a fragile will of a mortal, even if he suddenly obtained the god body of the Primarch, it is difficult to get rid of its inferiority.

She walked aimlessly towards the dark future, not knowing why this tragic fate befell her.

After all, before that.She is just a mortal.

Until the divine golden light redeems the young souls—this comes from the compassion of the Lord of Humanity for every human being, and the expectation of a father for his children.

Since then, Elaine has learned the truth very clearly.

——Even if it is a Primarch... In essence, it is still a human being.

The small figure walking on the tragic fate of Angron slowly overlapped with the stalwart and crazy figure at some point.

The answer to that question is obvious.

Responsibility dictates that, that's all.

……

The broken mind is being reassembled, and the muddy and crazy pupils are becoming clearer.

Even if the thoughts are still incomplete and the pupils are scarlet, it is enough.

The Scarlet Angel's heavy black blade stalled at the moment it was biting the chainaxe, and the terrifying swing that smashed the air had slowed down.

"……why."

Angron murmured softly.

The broken consciousness reluctantly raised a question, but the reason for the question was answered in a moment of endless suffering.

The shattered memories lost in the scarlet tide are all recovered at this moment, and the talent of linking pain is also reactivated at this moment.

The broken soul lost in the storm of pain has been reawakened. Even though the beating of the Butcher's Nail became more and more hysterical, the unbearable endless madness and bloodlust were all shared at this moment.

The pair of scarlet chainaxes roaring in front of them, the Astartes from Legion No.12 around them, and the Resolute Determination that has not yet become the Conqueror in the sky.

Angron recognized them all.

He looked at the Primarch who was very similar to himself but very different.

He didn't understand why the other party wanted to reawaken himself, a useless and pathetic person.

He didn't understand why the other party wanted to share the endless suffering that would never disperse for him.

Because no one remembers the spirit of Nuceria at all.

He had long since died in the valley where the blizzard drifted all day long, and he had long died in the arms of his brothers and sisters.

Angron is an already cold corpse.

He is a slave to fate.

……

The actions of the two stopped for a moment.

The fierce confrontation between the chain saw ax and the black sword sparked endless bright sparks in the next instant.

Elaine laughed softly.

"why."

The swift figure narrowly escaped the confused and heavy sharp blade from the Primarch, and the gilt and scarlet gazes met again.

"I'm thinking about that too."

"Is our fight meaningful? Is the madness you have fallen into irreversible?"

"None of these questions have answers."

Elaine stepped forward again with heavy steps, and the heavy giant ax and black sword wrapped in endless power burst out a terrifying impact that tore the earth in the collision.

With numb knuckles still gripping the trigger, the frantic growl of the chainsaw rang out again.

"Since there is no answer, then you should give up..."

"You are running towards an inevitable destiny."

"It will mock all your resistance, it will slander all your persistence..."

"Until your will and your shell are no longer whole."

"Turned into a wandering soul walking in the world..."

The black sword deftly parried the clenched teeth of the chain saw axe, and turned into an unattainable afterimage in an instant to attack Elaine.

The red angel's voice revealed a little tiredness, and he couldn't understand the flame of hope burning in the pupils of the "own" in front of him.

"The moment I came into the world... I no longer believed in the inevitability of fate."

"Because I know. My appearance is the biggest variable in fate."

"All mourning and tragedy can be changed - even if it may be in vain, even if it may be a joke of fate."

"But that doesn't matter."

"For this pointless struggle, I would rather pay a heavier price than my life."

Om-!
The sharp khorne magic sword was blocked in time by another chain saw axe, and its exaggerated hum could even deafen any creature within hundreds of meters.

At this moment, the two primarchs in the battle circle have turned into scarlet figures that are difficult for anyone to capture. Only the storm and thunder can describe the great momentum they made when they collided.

Different from this wild beast-like collision, their thoughts linked together by similar talents are slowly blending in the sea of ​​hearts at this moment, as if the two were originally the same existence, inseparable from each other.

【…I am so grateful to you that my soul is no longer tormented by the Butcher's Nails, and I can also feel the endless pain that fills your heart... You don't have to do this. 】

【Angron, you know what I did.I have never regretted this endless pain. 】

【…I know.But all this will be meaningless... I can't stay awake for long, and your children are dying.This war will be nothing but pointless resistance - the blood god's will will crush you all. 】

【No.The momentary pain is nothing compared to the eternal torment. This war is evaluated as meaningless...it is a meaningful resistance. 】

【Very stupid!Freedom from doom is priceless, and you waste it waging vengeance against an irresistible force... I don't know the words to describe your madness - Elaine, you are the most A good choice is to stay away from that tyrant and the brass throne, no longer be controlled by them, no longer be driven by these people as slaves...]

【My freedom comes from my ignorance and persistence.Angron, now that you know my past, you should also know why I am obsessed with those people... Onomamos, War Dog, Kahn... They all play an extremely important role in our inevitable fate. meaning. 】

The Butcher's Nails buzzed again in Angron's brain, the Chain Ax took the opportunity to pass through the impenetrable block of the Black Sword, and the single-molecule sawtooth crazily bit the flesh and blood on the strong body of the Demon Primarch. .

Precious sanity is constantly being slackened.

【Yeah... I saw everything.I saw your pain, I saw your experience of being tortured by my future, I saw your inner uneasiness in front of that tyrant, and I saw your helplessness in the face of the corruption of the blood god.So... why, why do you still want to take your cherished heir and walk towards me, a loser, again! ? 】

The calm lake of the Sea of ​​Mind was rippled by Angron's painful roar.

yes.From the very beginning, Angron couldn't understand why this "self" in front of him would abandon that hard-won freedom, why she seemed to be ignorant of the horror of blood gods and the ruthlessness of human tyrants, and why she took care of her All that was cherished was destroyed in this war.

Why, she still has to save her already broken soul from madness—enduring the torment of the Butcher's Nails and the pain of all humans on the battlefield, just to fulfill her long-cherished wish of 'Saving Angron' in her heart ! ?
Incomprehensible.

Hard to understand.

……

The scarlet sky of Khorne God's Domain reflected dim light, and the bloody storm within it turned into billowing waves at some point, the scarlet thunder broke out wantonly, and the thick and suppressed billowing thunderclouds were mixed with the roar of the blood god, like two giant beasts. During the confrontation between the huge statures, blood rained down, and the indescribable frantic fighting had already torn the earth apart with mighty force, and the pattering scarlet raindrops hit the dilapidated armor of both sides.

The war continues in blood, and howls and roars represent the confrontation of courage and madness.

"...you still have a chance to get out of here and really get out of it all."

Angron held the black sword tightly, his pupils faintly exuded madness.

The war seemed worthless to him at all.

It is impossible for anyone to fight against the blood god by means of war, because even courage and resistance will add strength to this destructive power.

The surge of emotion in such a generous death would even delight Khorne.

Just like the fool who tries to change his fate will always go to the inevitable fate at the next crossroads, using war and courage to resist the existence on the brass throne will only usher in an endless tide of destruction.

Precious lives and resources are lost every moment in war, but the mountain of skulls is endless.

He is the entity of courage and killing.

He is the embodiment of war.

However, the only answer to the Blood Angel's sincere advice was the roar of the chainsaw engine, and a few short words.

"…Do not."

Elaine's tired eyes always revealed determination.

Yes, this war is undoubtedly slim.

However, in her vision, even though the endless pain still eats away at her will, those souls who are destined to fall under the blasphemous control of the blood god have already obtained redemption from the distant future at this moment.

That cold and dazzling golden sun is the slim hope that she and mankind can persist until now.

Any tragedy turns into meaningful loyalty, and any sacrifice leads to a path to a new future.

"…yes."

Angron slowly raised the edge of the black sword.

It seems that he has been unable to understand more about the philosophy and persistence that this "self" insists on.

The link of mind and heart was cut off under the vicious nibble of nails, and the chains from the blood god left him with more regrets after all.

No matter when, no matter where, Angron has always been a slave, never changing.

Anger and madness rekindled in his pupils, sobriety and reason were completely swallowed by the filth.

The blood angel turned the regrets of the past into the most sincere blessings, and bestowed them on her who was still resisting her fate.

Maybe...she really has the chance to change the doomed tragedy.

His hoarse voice suppressed the roar that was about to come out, until the last words were slowly spit out.

"…Good luck."

The will that was never tenacious also fell apart at this moment.

……

"actually…"

"I am also a wandering soul trapped by regret and the past."

Elaine whispered softly.

But the roar of the chainaxe drowned out her voice.

……

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　It seems that it is too short to be complained about, so I will try my best to write 4k (
　　Hope it doesn't seem so procrastinating!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)