Immortal, My Desperate Journey at 40k

Chapter 562: Psychological Counseling for Travelers

"Hahaha, Vashtor will probably be depressed for a while this time."

On top of the Sun Fortress, Wang Ming looked at the monitor in his hand and laughed. This was so much fun that he blew up Vashtor's domain twice.

At this moment, Wang Ming and the others didn't know that Vashtor was ruined because of this incident.

After solving Vashtor, Wang Ming and the others finally got some free time. They drove their fleets in the galaxy and continued to kill those Chaos Astartes, and those who were beaten out of demons by the cultists. , they looked at the world invaded by demons, and felt a sense of calm in their hearts, as if they were used to it all.

"No, there's definitely something wrong with this."

Wang Ming looked at the states of the time-travelers. There was definitely something wrong with them. Now, they felt very dull about many things. Something was very wrong with them. They had been numbed by the endless war.

"The time travelers cannot become so numb. In this case, what is the difference between us and those guys?"

Wang Ming looked at the states of the time-travelers. A large number of wars had made them numb. Although they were not like the humans in this universe, they were still a little tired. Countless wars still made them numb. Very numb.

"We still need to do some mental construction."

Wang Ming looked at the time-travelers. After saying these words, he also felt the thoughts of the time-travelers, the sadness in their hearts, the anguish in their hearts, the anger in their hearts towards the Chaos Evil God. They are human beings, they are not those The fourth natural disaster in player novels, they know what they want to do and what they can do. They cannot accept the situation that they cannot change the fate of mankind. They want to change the fate of mankind and kill those Chaos Evil Gods.

The time travelers were silent. They didn't know why they had such thoughts. They had experienced too many wars. Even an Astartes Chapter would rarely encounter these wars in a hundred years.

Wang Ming looked at the time-travelers who were training. Although they still behaved positively, as their Primarch, Wang Ming still knew their psychological thoughts.

"Because there are four disgusting things on our heads looking at us. They are peeping at humans and us, but we have no way to deal with them. Everyone has experienced this feeling of powerlessness. We are in Maku Rag has experienced it during the revival expedition. We are time travellers, not the fourth natural disaster in those players’ novels. We are not as powerful as we imagined.”

"My brothers, I know that you may have begun to have some thoughts about our cause. We have been fighting for so long. First, we have not found a way home. Second, we have not changed the general state of mankind in the galaxy. Third, we have not completed those tasks. Do you know why we do what the protagonist does in the novel?”

Wang Ming thought about the solution to this matter, and then sent the fleet to a world. Cardia, the very beginning place, was also the place where the time-travelers were rebuilt. Now it is also one of the front lines against Chaos.

"This is our enemy, the gods, but go to the gods. We are time travellers. Although we are not the fourth natural disaster, we are immortal. We also know what those things are. We have the ability to kill them. The big deal Let’s burn the subspace and let them die with us!”

"We just have more information than humans in this universe, and we have the ability to be immortal. In fact, we are just a group of people who want to go home..."

The fleet slowly anchored in the sky above Cadia, and then the entire fleet landed on Cadia. Wang Ming planned to let the time travelers rest here for a few days and let them feel what they were doing. What changed.

"What the hell, burn the subspace!!"

The reason for the numbness of the time-travelers is actually very simple. The exhaustion of the endless war is only one aspect. More importantly, they do not see what they have changed. The most uncomfortable thing for them is that they have not changed the human race in the galaxy today. Even the planetary governors were disobeying Wang Ming's orders, which really disappointed them. Although they had been fighting for the empire and mankind, they still wanted to see changes in themselves.

On top of Cardia, Wang Ming stood on a high platform. He looked at the travelers on the square and said loudly to them.

"We are Chinese people. We have never believed in any gods. Man can conquer heaven! Go to hell with the subspace evil gods, a bunch of disgusting things!!"

Wang Ming looked at the time travellers. He yelled at them. At the same time, he suddenly pointed at the Eye of Fear in the sky. The Eye of Fear seemed to be staring at them, and the weird colors kept coming from it. As it spreads out, it looks extremely ominous.

Wang Ming pointed at the Eye of Fear in the sky. He yelled at the travelers. At the same time, he also aroused the emotions of the travelers, and they also started to roar.

"But, comrades, please allow me to use this ancient title. We are powerful. We have more powerful combat capabilities than the old Space Marines. We have unlimited resources. We should not become like this. Our enemies are gods. But it doesn’t matter. We are Chinese. In the ancient mythology of our civilization, gods are only for use. We have never worshiped any gods, even the emperor. The emperor is just a god. Just a strong person.”

"Gods are fucking gods, these are a bunch of disgusting things! Put the star-destroying cannon on their heads!!"

"Humanity's courage will forever be engraved under the starry sky, go to hell with the evil god of subspace!"

There are countless voices and accents. The travelers no longer use Gothic or even Mandarin. They use the words of their hometown to express their inner thoughts. They keep yelling. , and at the same time, it also dispelled the confusion that had always been in my heart. So what if nothing has changed. They are time travelers, and they have the ability to end everything completely.

Just like bullets, they can press their lives into the gun that kills the Chaos Evil God, and use their lives as ammunition to let those Chaos Evil Gods take a good look at the horror of the Chinese people. They can do it for Human beings sacrifice themselves. "Yes, we can burn the subspace. We have the last resort. In the worst case, we will die together and let this world completely end the fate of being dominated by the evil god of chaos. But what can we do now? For the sake of mankind in this galaxy, we cannot Do this.”

Wang Ming looked at the time travelers and said to them. At the same time, he retracted his hand pointing at the Eye of Fear. They couldn't ignite the subspace so quickly. They had to arrange everything in the empire before igniting the subspace. Space to let everything settle.

But..., can they really burn the warp? Is it really possible to rely on their souls from another world?
"I'm sorry, Wang Ming, I lied to you... You cannot ignite the entire subspace, and your souls will not truly die. You have proven your loyalty to mankind. You are not like those of Gu Terra. The time-travelers in the novel came to this "era" from the distant "past". I really feel sorry for you... but for the sake of mankind and this desperate universe..."

On the distant Holy Terra, the mummy-like man on the Golden Throne shed a drop of tears. He, no..., maybe he should be more appropriate. He looked at his children, watching them fight to destroy Chaos. The evil god dared to sacrifice his life. He thought of his "fathers".

"I walked under the moonlight, holding the shells I exchanged from the fishermen. I used them as my father's eyes. They also created me to let humans live, but I failed them. I did not finish saving humans. My mission, I..., I am too tired, but I can't rest. I have faced the four gods, I have won, and I will sit alone on the golden throne for tens of thousands of years."

The saint on the golden throne, the saint who led mankind out of the darkest era, left tears. They were human tears. Humanity overcame divinity at this moment. On the golden throne His existence is not a god, he is just a human being, a person who devotes everything to human ideals. He has never regretted accepting his fate. For the sake of his own race and his own civilization, in the current crisis, the only option is Responsibility, he has always fulfilled his responsibility, no matter how many years it takes, it remains the same.

After Wang Ming completed the ideological construction with the time-travelers, he took the time-travelers to relax on Cadia. They integrated themselves into Cadia's operating system and continued to help Cadia. The Cadian Lightning Troopers above Asia ate, lived and worked with these mortal soldiers. They saw the state of the mortal soldiers facing the Eye of Fear above their heads. They also saw As for the children of the mortal auxiliaries of the 21st Legion, they never paid much attention to the children on the fleet.

Even if they were playing between the various cabins, even if they were playing around the travelers, the travelers just thought they were cute, but now, they have really begun to notice everything about the mortals in this universe. They just know that mortals live a very hard life, and have seen with their own eyes how miserable mortals live, but looking at those children who are full of vitality, those various mortal auxiliary troops and mortal soldiers, and those ordinary civilians, they It's like seeing a human being's life.

From childhood to adulthood, from birth to death, even Jose, who has followed Wang Ming and the 21st Legion for the longest time, is already old. He has gray hair and is looking at Wang Ming with a smile. bright.

"My old friend, you are dying."

Wang Ming looked at Jose in front of him. Jose's life had reached its limit. He had been with the 21st Legion for too long. He had also been to too many places, from Holy Terra to the Milky Way. In the black realm outside, from the current dark age to the brief trip to the Federation Era, he has seen too many things in his life. He has been accompanying the god-like Primarch for hundreds of years.

"Yes, my old friend, I am indeed dying."

Jose looked at Wang Ming, he smiled and replied to Wang Ming, as if death was just a trivial matter, but he was a mortal, not a time traveler, and could not be resurrected. Once he died, it was true. The return of the Golden Throne.

"My old friend, I feel very lucky to be able to walk with you in this galaxy and to be able to do so many things for mankind. I am really so lucky. The sacred golden throne has brought its light to me. My old friend, my life has fulfilled its value."

Jose looked at Wang Ming. He gently took a little girl from a female officer behind him. The child had the same green eyes as Jose. She was looking curiously at the huge Wang Ming in front of her. .

"My old friend, this is my granddaughter. Can you please give him a blessing like you gave to my son?"

Jose looked at Wang Ming, handed the child to Wang Ming, and then said to Wang Ming.

"Of course, my old friend."

Wang Ming took Jose's granddaughter. He looked into the child's eyes. Her eyes were so much like Jose's. She looked at Wang Ming with her green eyes open and suddenly laughed. She felt it. Wang Ming's aura that makes mortals feel at ease.

"May you become as great a person as your father and grandfather. May the Lord of Humanity on Holy Terra be by your side. May your life be as complete as your grandfather's."

Wang Ming looked at the child in his hand, he smiled, and then said to the little guy. The golden flame ignited in Wang Ming's hand, covering the little guy. She didn't have any power in the golden flame. Despite the pain, I felt very comfortable and fell asleep.

Wang Ming handed the child to the female officer. The female officer and the male officer beside her looked at their child, and they thanked the Lord Protector for blessing their child.

"Old friend, her eyes really look like you and your son. I hope she can become just like you."

Wang Ming looked at Jose, this old friend's time was running out.

"I hope this is the last time, sir. Please let me stand guard for you one more time."

Jose looked at Wang Ming, and he suddenly made an eagle salute to Wang Ming. Wang Ming also agreed to his request and asked him to stand guard for him in his room for the last time. When the next day, Jose He was already dead, and he was just standing in Wang Ming's room, just like when he was in Morse. He had been standing guard for Wang Ming when Wang Ming was unconscious.

"Old friend...goodbye."

Wang Ming personally wrapped the Eagle flag on Jose. This veteran who had fought with the 21st Legion for many years and Wang Ming's old friend returned to the Golden Throne today and received a rare death in this cruel universe.