How can a retired savior be considered retired if his price drops to 40,000?

Chapter 123 How can the original body have a fuel-efficient lamp?
He woke up in an illusion of light, feeling more complete than ever.

This is a very strange thing - integrity, for most living things, is a concept that is as natural as the basic resources that sustain their life.Just like everyone is born to breathe air, but if they hadn't suddenly drowned, I'm afraid no one would realize how valuable air is to human survival.In the same way, if a person has not experienced imperfection, he will not rejoice when he regains wholeness.

He couldn't remember when he had experienced a defect in the past, but the sense of relaxation and pleasure that the completeness brought to him was still very clear.

For a brief moment, he could think of nothing.Those materials, records, knowledge, theories, past experiences and the ability to think are all still in his mind, but his dull thinking is difficult to extract the really useful parts from this messy matter, and peel off the cocoons. Straighten them out.He did remember everything, but at the same time, he couldn't remember anything.

For this brief period, he was just him, feeling a sense of pure joy in his own wholeness.However, happiness is short-lived. In spite of his own will, the original body-level thinking ability woke up from a short hibernation. The information processing ability came online again and began to sort out the huge file in his mind that was in disrepair and collected dust. room.

Then he remembered: he was Mortarion, Champion of Barbarus, Primarch No. 14, Lord of the Death Guard, a conglomeration of contradictions.He was once a human being, but he clearly surpassed humans in various functions; he despised spiritual energy, but he himself had a very high spiritual talent; he longed for salvation and resistance, but he only lost it again and again. Once again, he surrendered to power and strength.

In the unprecedented clarity, he realized how ridiculous his life was.A part of him that had detached himself recognized this from a third party's perspective, while the other, larger part felt an almost crazy pain because of it.For a moment, he even thought about death.

But he didn't really go crazy, and he didn't really die.Mentally speaking, this is indeed a big blow, but it cannot completely defeat the original body.And in that flash of thought when he thought about death, he suddenly realized that he was indeed dead - and it is impossible for a dead person to die a second time.

Mortarion's own tenacity still plays a role in places where he doesn't want it, even if he himself wants to simply go crazy and give up his control of consciousness to escape from this torture.But he can't.

The vivid past flowed ruthlessly before his eyes regardless of his own wishes - dots and dots, line and line, event and event, mistake and mistake.Under this quiet, indifferent, and indifferent light, he was forced to recall all the bits and pieces of his life. The sweet success was fleeting, but the sourness of failure always remained.

In the midst of this torture, he unconsciously cursed and began to curse others.A curse on the Emperor, a curse on the heirs who betrayed him, a curse on all other beings who defied his will, a curse on the xenos foster father who had subjected him to abuse and pain from the beginning of his life.He cursed everything he could think of, as if they were responsible for his failure in life.

Once again, he tried to hide in the cage of self-deception, telling himself that it was not his problem to avoid these mental pressures.But this time, he failed.Some strange force forced him to examine his own heart and focus on the real source of the problem - and that was often himself.

"This must be the Emperor's psychic trick!" He shouted frantically under the pressure, "The cursed corpse on the throne! Don't even think of defeating me with this method!"

"That's true - I mean the psychic trick part." Another gentle voice responded to him, "But he doesn't want to defeat you with it. On the contrary, he wants you to survive."

"Who's talking!" Mortarion roared.

Just as he asked this question, a bright figure immediately appeared in the surrounding area that originally seemed to be empty except for the light.He seems to be unstable in shape, with his ethereal figure rising and falling, but there is always one feature - the pair of white and graceful wings on his back, which are unmistakable.

"Sanguinius." Mortarion's tone was filled with obvious resentment, "Even the glorious archangel is now going to pretend to be a ghost in front of his brother?"

"I'm not pretending, I've always been there." The humanoid light group, who was probably Sanguinius, said, "It's just that I'm incomplete, and you were only immersed in your own world and didn't notice me."

A little stimulation from the outside world diverted Mortarion's attention away from the fight with himself, and the unbearable negative emotions such as shame, pain, grief and anger caused by self-torture subsided a little.

"You know, I quite envy you." Sanguinius said in a gentle tone, as if Mortarion had never said evil words to him, as if the Great Rebellion thousands of years ago had never happened - as if they It was still like the brothers who rarely got together during the Great Expedition, sitting at the same table and chatting, "I also wanted to repair my soul one day earlier, but... alas."

Mortarion was not sure why the other party said this, but this did not prevent him from sneering and sarcastic: "Then like me, you are forced to taste the life of a loser over and over again? Oh, I'm so sorry. The whole life has passed It’s extremely bright, so you’re not afraid of this, right?”

The betrayer mocked viciously in his agony, but Sanguinius remained unmoved, as if such a word had never been spoken.

"This is a necessary process." The archangel explained emotionally, "You have been separated from your own soul and essence for too long. When reuniting, all the elements must be reunited. In this In the process, you must strictly examine, analyze, face and understand everything about yourself - past experiences, strengths and weaknesses, successes and failures. Only in this way can your body, mind and soul be recast again, and your Wholeness' is a true wholeness."

"These idealistic deceptions," Mortarion accused angrily. "Our common father only wanted to torture me with this."

"Then you are wrong to blame him. You don't understand why good medicine tastes bitter. Some rehabilitation treatments are indeed accompanied by intense pain." Sanguinius comforted him.

But in the Archangel's next sentence, there seemed to be some unconcealable schadenfreude: "What's more, this is far from being called 'torture'."

Mortarion became alert: "What did you say?"

"I mean, when you return to true wholeness, all this has just begun." Sanguinius' tone was so brisk that he seemed to be singing, "You wouldn't think that in the more than 1 years since the Heresy, , have the sins you committed against the entire galaxy been wiped out?"

The radiant human figure pointed in a direction, and Mortarion followed the other party's instructions and looked there, or in other words, cast his current limited perception in that direction - any language seemed pale and powerless in front of it. The road appeared before his eyes.

That road is paved with blood and fire, plague and death, corruption and pain, the wails of the innocent, and the curse of the dead in vain.That represents the karma he created. The road is wide and straight, without any cover, but even for the original body, the end cannot be seen at a glance.It seemed stable, but Mortarion instinctively knew that as long as he dared to get close to it, the souls or obsessions that suffered because of him would swarm him and try to tear him into pieces.

"When you return to wholeness again, you will have the qualifications to embark on this path; and when you complete this path, you will have the opportunity to return to the physical universe as the original body, as the son of the Emperor. Qualifications." Sanguinius said, "Of course, it doesn't matter if you decide to step on it directly now, but it would be no different from committing suicide. Hmm... Or maybe, this is more or less a way out? You decide for yourself."

Obviously, although the archangel seems to be friendly, it is just "appearance" after all.

"You always said in the past that you are the toughest brother among us. If you can't complete this trial, I think the rescue operations for the other rebellious brothers will almost be stopped. Sanguinius said in a relaxed tone, "Fujimaru Ritsuka is a good person, and our father also has some too much wishful thinking and tolerance for his son. I really can't persuade these two people to unite and insist on doing this." . But if you fail here, I'll have some new, stronger evidence to refute this thankless plan."

He didn't continue, but Mortarion seemed to hear the next sentence: "I'm quite looking forward to this."

"Don't be too stressed," Sanguinius continued. "We all know that it is difficult to fully accept yourself. If you fail here, no one will laugh at you. Because of pain, despair And it's normal to think about death - although you and I are already dead, if you think it would be a better ending to be torn apart by the victims of the crimes you committed. What more will I say about your decision—"

The furious Mortarion waved his arms towards the golden light: "Go away! You birdman!"

Only then did he realize that the limb he was trying to control was a gray mist, and Sanguinius had already laughed and left the place in some psychic way, and he didn't know where he went.

Mortarion knew that the other party was deliberately provoking and provoked him.However, there was indeed raging anger growing out of the regret, shame and fear in his heart, and the hunting ground burned, once again igniting his desire to survive.

I will endure it.Mortarion thought bitterly.

I will endure all of this, and then, when I can get out of this damn place, I will find Sanguinius again and punch his face like a work of art.
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After mobilizing all his power to fight to the death, the Plague Lord paid a heavy price.

In terms of results alone, He and some of His followers managed to survive.Nurgle's realm still exists and has not been erased from the endless chaos, but its power has inevitably shrunk a lot. After a fierce battle, the god's beloved garden has become in pieces, desolate and decaying.

Since most of his plague fleet is currently heading to Ultramar, to fight for a war where victory should be within easy reach, the defense power of his base camp has been weakened. Otherwise, with only one ship, the Emperor's Dream, A ship, even if it was the Emperor's own masterpiece as a war engine, would not be able to inflict such serious damage on a god's Realm of Chaos.

But it's too late to regret now, it's happened.Even though Nurgle stirred up a subspace storm in his deep sorrow and anger, he almost succeeded in keeping the great warship in his own domain - unfortunately, it was still just a little short of it.

At the most critical moment, endless ravens flew out, covering the sky and the sun.No one knows where they came from or where they eventually disappeared.But they did completely block the supposedly unobstructed line of sight between heaven and earth in the realm of Nurgle for about two seconds, and in these two crucial seconds, a Queen of Glory A warship as large as a battleship just disappeared out of thin air.

This was obviously some help from a third party outside of the conflicting two, but the exhausted Nurgle had no time to discern who or what it was.The God of Plague now just wants to return to his dilapidated palace and cry loudly in mourning with the only remaining children.

After this battle, he undoubtedly fell to the bottom of the Great Game Points Ranking. Those plague ships that had been dispatched had a high probability of having no hope of returning home.And this brought more problems: although, except for the gardens and palaces, his territory did not seem to have been much invaded, this only seemed to be the case - soon, Nurgle's territory lacked defense power. The fact will be noticed by other players on the chessboard. When the time comes, they will just swarm up like vultures and eat away at the areas on the edge of his territory that cannot be protected.This is a foreseeable and tragic future.

The loving father returned to his palace in frustration, and was not surprised to find that all his servants were silent.He was going to stay for a while on his favorite little terrace, where the view was always the best.Although seeing the devastated garden now only made him feel heartbroken, Nurgle felt that he needed to clearly remember this loss.

——Then immediately after, he discovered something was wrong.

"Where's Isa?" His angry voice was like thunder.He no longer walked around the palace in a sad mood, but directly appeared in his favorite room - the room where the cauldron where he cooked the plague was originally stored, and the room where the Eldar Goddess of Life was imprisoned in a cage among.

The cage has been opened and the prisoners have escaped.There is nothing in this room. There are traces of magic and psychic energy everywhere. Otherwise, everything else is burned by fire, soaked in water, frozen, twisted - filled with various energies. The form is ruined.

Nurgle, who was strongly offended, cast a spell, but he soon discovered that all clues had been erased and all records had been destroyed, whether in time and space, or in the possible existence of life itself. There is not a single clue left in the records that can be traced.

Amidst the angry and sorrowful roar of the plague god, a tiny, colorful hummingbird feather slowly fell from the top of the cage.

The new player has acquired His original pieces.

　Miwu (no more)

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(End of this chapter)