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

Chapter 28 Successfully allowed Coz to take the first step of working

Dihail Peko fell to the floor in the Stormbound's cabin, uttering a low whimper like a wounded beast.

A few minutes ago, these sounds had been angry curses and painful howls, but now, a few minutes later, he had lost the strength to do so.

The infection of Chaos initially brought severe pain: subspace energy tried to distort his body structure, and confusing whispers disrupted his thoughts, as if there were 1 voices speaking to him from very close and far away at the same time. He let out deafening ridicule, and it seemed as if there were 1 wills pouring chaotic knowledge into his mind at the same time.His dark eyes peered through the curtain of reality to see the waves of the highest heaven. Countless things that had happened and things that had not happened unfolded before his eyes at the same moment like a terrifying picture scroll.

His spirit was almost destroyed by these things, and even the superhuman mind of an Astartes could only sink helplessly in such a majestic wave.He became unable to count time. He didn't know how long he had spent in this torture - how many seconds?Or 1000 years?He realized in pain that his life as "himself" was coming to an end, and the characteristics of the subspace unfolded his meaningless life in front of him, making him in despair begin to think that this was the end of the world. The ending may not be unacceptable.

He also realized that his thinking was being wasted in this process, until it was so wasted that he was not even aware of it.Pollution clings to his soul, and turbidity brings false joy.In this way, within a few minutes of the physical world, Dihail Peko succumbed to the mighty power of the Supreme Heaven.He was almost completely immersed in it. There was only a thin thread holding his last sanity, pure black, like a wisp of night drawn out, which looked abrupt in the colorful sky.

The thin thread sank between his hearts, pulling his internal organs painfully.This pain, which was stronger than neuropathic pain and burned directly into his soul, made him feel as if he was a specimen nailed in a display cabinet.The pain made him instinctively want to pull the filament, and when he really touched it, another thought drilled into his mind like a sharp cone:
He saw his life again, starting from the tiniest and tiniest place.He saw the theft and deception at the bottom of the hive city when he was a child. He saw the conflicts and killings with gangs in his youth. He saw his surrender to power and violence. Fortunately or unfortunately, he became the Astartes of the Chaos Warband. , he saw himself as the Night Lord, swimming unscrupulously in the sea of ​​​​stars with his brothers, plundering without scruple - he saw every evil deed, every sin he committed, and with surprising clarity, he After realizing what he had done, those things that he didn't care about originally cut his palms with blood.

Dihail Peko groaned in pain, and the biological instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages forced him to naturally let go of his hand.But before the blood could drip, he caught it again with a desperate madness.The pain tied up his sanity, allowing him to still barely maintain himself.An inexplicable intuition forced him to uselessly open his eyes, looking into the distance following his numerous crimes, ignoring his bloody arm, gritting his teeth and enduring the endless pain.

Then he saw it: the other end of the filament was in the hands of Conrad Coates, his genetic father.

He didn't understand what this sight meant.But the moment he realized this, a surge of ecstasy surged violently in Dihail Peko's heart.
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"The contract between you and Ritsuka does allow you to share her contract-related abilities. But in fact, this ability itself is quite useless. The reason why you can use it effectively is because she is 'Fujimaru Ritsuka'."

Before everything started, Merlin said this:
"Her contract ability is essentially based on Chaldea's guardian heroic spirit summoning system Fate, so it only focuses on the step of 'securing the connection between the two parties as a wedge'. It can be said that there is almost no restrictive or coercive power. But this ability That’s not how it appears in you.”

Merlin was only trustworthy for his magic skills, so Conrad Curze waited patiently.

"The fundamental reason is that Fujimaru Ritsuka, who holds the contract, is essentially just a 'human', and you——"

Merlin smiled:

"——You've died once. It's time to realize what you are, right?"
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"It's just a choice."

Dihail Peko's ears caught no sound, but he still "heard" his genetic father say this.

"A choice." Konrad Curze declared, "You can choose to surrender to Chaos, and then die to put an end to the sins you have committed in this life. Or, you can choose to bear the shackles of pain and redeem yourself with me. Pay back the evil you have done in the past. The former is easy, the latter is difficult, the choice is yours. And no matter what, I will judge."

In Dihail Peko's eyes that had completely sunk into the supreme dragnet, the figure of his genetic father was like a swaying ghost, a dark living hell.The reason why he could still identify the other party was not based on some specific and fixed appearance in his memory, but an instinct engraved on his soul.That figure contained a horror that was difficult to comprehend with human intelligence alone, and was entangled with the echoes of countless sinners' cries before they died. Even the Astartes, who knew no fear, could not help but feel a wave of pain deep in their hearts when they just caught a glimpse of such a figure. shuddering, let alone looking directly.

But he couldn't look away.

The echoes of chaos were messing with his ears again, and the noisy voice shouted "This is deception" in his ears: it was Konrad Curze who led the Night Lords on this path, it was Konrad Curze By leading the Legion to betray the Empire, Konrad Curze succumbed to his fate and abandoned all his heirs. Now, as a lackey of the false emperor, he is once again reaching out to you like a father - he relies on What?What qualifications does he have to do this?

Come join us as you already identify.The bewitching whispers lingered in his thoughts like weeping and complaining.The Supreme Heaven will give you everything you have, everything you want but don’t have yet, everything you seek, and everything you haven’t found yourself pursuing, and you won’t lose anything because of it.You can abandon everything you hate, you will get the life you dream of, and all your confusions about life will be answered, and all you need to pay is not to answer the call of the puppet sent by the cursed one.

The price offered by Chaos is indeed attractive.Dehaile Peko tried his best to turn his thoughts, which were stagnant with pain, and then, with a strange clarity, he realized that the reason why the High Heavens had promised him these things was because they could no longer control him as they did before. .

Why choose such a path full of pain and thorns?Don’t you see a future filled with lies and deceit?Is there anything to hesitate about?The eyes of a fool are always blinded by the curtain in front of them, but you are undoubtedly qualified.Do not respond to him, and then the Highest Heaven will reveal to you the reality of the entire world.

Dihail Peko clenched the filament in his hand amid the murmurings of the subspace, letting it cut into his skin, scratch his palms, and gouge out his muscles, leaving his hands with almost no skin.An abnormal pain ignited in his wound, and he was forced to recall a betrayal to a companion when he was young.During the process of transformation surgery, Astartes often lose most of their memories of their past lives. Therefore, Dihail was surprised that he still remembered this incident. Even in this memory, he felt uneasy and uneasy at the time. Guilt and faint fear are all present.

——And this is just the beginning.In the next moment, or in the next thousand years, countless identical threads pierced Dihaer's body.With ruthless cruelty, they cut his physical body until blood dripped with blood, and inflicted great pain on him at the soul level.He was tried at the same time for all the crimes he had committed, and was punished at the same time for all the evil he had caused.Those thin lines were not meant to pull him back to the right path, but simply to engrave all his mistakes on his bones, blood and even soul with pain and fear.

Stealing, deceiving, betraying, cajoling, forcing, robbing, killing, torture, and weakness.

Yes, weak.

Dehair Peko was always the weakest.It's the same at the bottom of the hive, it's the same with the gangs, it's the same with the Night Lords warband.When encountering obstacles, he is always the first to turn back, and when faced with difficulties, he must be the first to escape.He was ridiculed for this, but he is still alive today because of it.He had never felt that this was a sin before, until the painful judgment given by the Gene Father came, and this was the most unacceptable crime for him.He wanted to struggle and defend himself, but Thin Thread would not listen to him and did not give him this chance.

As long as you say no, these annoying things will stop.There was a hint of anxiety in Chaos' persistent whisper.Why be so insistent?You just nod your head and we'll cut those damn cords for you.There's nothing shameful about this, it's just another escape, no different than the countless times you've done it before.This is not cowardice, but the wisdom of survival, don’t you think so too?

Give up, give up the pain in front of you.As long as you open your arms to the highest heaven, you can have everything you want.

For a moment, Dihaile Peko almost agreed.But before he made a decision, he looked up at the other side of the filaments again.Conrad Coates's erratic figure remained in place, neither closer nor further away from him.In a daze, he felt some kind of anatomical scrutiny, and a pair of dark pupils made his gaze pass over him casually with a little boredom.

Dihail Peko let out a painful sob because he realized in that moment that that was all he really wanted.

His hands had almost no skin and flesh under the cutting of countless thin wires, and the exposed white bones were difficult to move without muscle control - if it were in the material world, that would be like this, but at this moment, those pairs of The hand that was left with bones moved under the strong will of Dihaer himself:
They held on to those threads tighter.

The angry curses and curses in the highest heaven thus left him, and his whole body and mind fell into never-ending judgment and torture.The pain of near-death washed over his consciousness repeatedly, and whenever he felt that he was about to be destroyed, those thin threads would ruthlessly piece his soul together again.He despaired, he cried, he begged for mercy, he repented, he prayed to those dark eyes, but he got nothing but pain.

He struggled like this for a long time in the sea of ​​pain, until he began to understand that they would haunt him forever and would not fade away.Miraculously, when he realized this, the images that forced him to review his sins began to dissipate, and his consciousness and soul began to return to his body.The pain was still there, but slowly and gradually it was reduced to a tolerable level.

Dihail Peko finally opened his eyes again in the cabin of the Storm Frontier.Fortunately, it was Dihail Peko himself who reopened his eyes here.

He soon found himself still on the floor, surrounded by the fragments of furniture he had destroyed.He had a pounding headache, and no part of his body felt intact—worst of all his hands.

When Dihail Peko lowered his head to look, he realized that there were no substantial wounds on his body, not even on his hands.They may indeed have been injured, but the wounds were not serious. A few minutes were enough for the Astartes' body to close those wounds, leaving only the blood that solidified instantly after covering the palms.But when he moved his fingers, he could still feel a burning illusion from the movement, as if there was some kind of blade or torture instrument embedded in his bones and muscles.

red gloves.

His brain retrieved such a word in the seemingly absent tradition of the Legion.Then, a strong sense of absurdity hit him with the sudden appearance of this word, and the hidden meaning beneath it made him feel as if he had fallen to the bottom of the valley, and as if he was floating in the clouds.

The timekeeping on the Storm Frontier maintains a classical tradition, with the chimes of midnight ringing softly in each cabin.Dehair Peko heard hysterical laughter and cries from the room around him, and he had the blissful knowledge that he was not the only one who had survived that hellish experience.

Some obscure sense of connection suddenly emerged in his heart, so he somehow knew that Conrad Coates was passing through the corridor where criminals were imprisoned.The father of genes walked slowly and hesitantly, as if he was confirming something, and he didn't care that some of his thoughts were exposed to the eyes of his offspring because of this connection:

He spared no one.The concept of forgiveness does not exist in his criteria.But he allowed them to live.

He recognized his descendants who had gone through the journey of judgment, recognized that their existence was meaningful, and recognized that they were eligible for atonement.

Caught between constant pain and an almost absurd sense of immense happiness, Dihail Peko unconsciously joined in the wails of his brothers.

(End of this chapter)