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

Chapter 68 The Way of Balance
The sound of bullets, roars, the sound of chain saw weapons, and the sound of energy weapons charging.

These were the familiar sounds of the battlefield, but when he opened his eyes, he found that he could not recognize this battlefield.

He looked around. The armor of the battle brothers beside him was painted in colors he was familiar with. The tactical markings were also painted with the symbols of the Iron Hands and the Morlock clan that he could never mistake. However, the models were familiar but unfamiliar to him. ——Everyone is wearing relic-level armor from the Great Crusade, but the decorations on it are so plain that they almost don’t exist.

These Iron Hand brothers, who were not wearing prayers or anointed with holy oil, were adjusting weapons that were also mostly holy objects and roaring forward, so he naturally deflected his gaze in the direction of the charge.

Then he saw it - a scene that he had never seen before, but it seemed to have been flowing in his blood from beginning to end, and he would naturally understand it the moment he saw it:
Ferrus Manus fell to his knees dejectedly, the primarch's majestic body still conspicuous even among the many Astartes warriors.His genetic father fell and was scarred, but the power of machinery and the beauty of the human body were still harmoniously integrated in him, allowing the Primarch to still be the focus of everyone's attention.

His blood brothers roared and rushed toward that scene, their voices not only filled with anger, but also with incredible confusion and fear.He should have scolded them now that "any little mortal kid can act cooler than you," but he didn't.Some kind of cold fear gripped him from the depths of his soul, and his instinct prompted him to move his gaze upward——

He saw a bright, special-shaped scimitar, with an evil cold light shining on the graceful arc of the blade.

He knew where the blade would kiss.

An uncontrollable strong fear originating from the depths of his genes surged up. Before he realized what he was doing, he was roaring forward like the brothers around him.

This charge was blind, as if all the teachings of tactics and strategy he had received in the Iron Hands, the reason and logic that the Chapter itself was proud of, and his own service experience spanning more than five centuries were all in the same place. Time flies away from him.He failed to survey the battlefield environment, did not try to cooperate with the brothers around him, and did not communicate with others about the location of the fire coverage. He just shouted and kept moving forward, driven by the complex emotions burning in his heart, regardless of the fierceness. Chong——At this moment, his performance may not be much better than that of a mortal child.

Even so, he still couldn't arrive in time.

The blade fell without any hindrance, slicing lightly and gracefully into the neck of the original Iron Hand.As the blood burst, Ferrus Manus's dying roar burst out from his broken throat, from the depths of the body and soul of the original body, blasting in everyone's ears.As if in response, almost all the Iron Hands present also let out a cry of despair.

The terrifying echo shook the battlefield of Istvaan V, causing his steps to stagger as he desperately rushed forward.He fell down in the crowd, and no one noticed him.The brothers of the Morlock clan are still moving forward, desperately moving forward. What are they thinking?Expect a miracle to happen?Or do you want to live and die with the father of genes?Or can't the traitors who fell into Chaos desecrate their father's body?he does not know.

The heavy force of countless Terminator armors pressed down on him almost continuously, and he didn't even care.There was only regret and frustration in his heart, and he hated himself for not being able to reach the father of the gene at the right time.

In such regret, he reluctantly closed his eyes.Then--

The sound of bullets, roars, the sound of chain saw weapons, and the sound of energy weapons charging.

These were the familiar sounds of the battlefield.He opened his eyes and realized that he was in Istvaan V.

He met his brothers with plain armor again, and once again found his genetic father along the flow of people. He roared and charged again, trying to reach his father's side before the blade fell——

This time he failed to catch up, and the alien long sword easily split him in half, leaving him with endless anger.

Once again, there was the sound of gunshots, roars, the sound of chainsaw weapons operating, and the sound of energy weapons charging.

These were the familiar sounds of the battlefield.He knew that he was in Istravan V.

Once again he failed to catch up.This time he died from a stray bullet fired from nowhere, and he didn't even get to witness the end of his genetic father's life.

As a result, he developed resentment and disgust.

Then there were the sounds of bullets, roars, the operation of chain saw weapons, and the sound of energy weapons charging.These were the familiar sounds of the battlefield.He knew that he was in Istravan V.

Despair immediately surged up, and he knew that he could not catch up - how could he, who was born nearly ten thousand years later, arrive in time at a murder scene that had been settled ten thousand years ago?
But is he going to give up just now?Just let him stand there and watch helplessly as his genetic father was beheaded by a traitor?

Boiling emotions drove him forward, but a string of reason seemed to suddenly appear, and the ensuing doubts held him tightly in place.As a result, he stopped inexplicably, standing like a rock in the rush of people.

Should this really be done?

Why am I here?he thinks.

Why am I in a battlefield that I can't possibly see?Why do I know I couldn't have seen everything that happened on Istvaan V?Me - who am I?

Then, as the blood of Ferrus Manus spilled to the sky again, a heavy hammer fell on him.He didn't know where this attack came from. He only knew that his body was torn apart by the sudden explosion of the power hammer's decomposition force field, and his eyes once again fell into darkness.

But he remembered:

My name is Malkan Feros.I am one of the Iron Fathers of the Iron Hands Chapter.I was born in the 40th millennium of mankind, served in the 40th millennium of mankind, and then continued to the 40th two thousand years.

No.40 Two thousand years ago, I couldn't catch up with a long sword that was struck down by No.30 thousand years.

The results of his rational analysis made him feel heartbreaking despair and pain, but he knew it was right.The memories that gradually returned told him that he could not be trapped in this illusion that he could do nothing about.

He also had a battleship riddled with holes, some Primaris brothers who had just gone through the ritual of renunciation, and a battle to tend to.

The sound of the last gunshot, the roar, the sound of chain saw weapons operating, the sound of energy weapons charging.Malkan Feros opened his eyes in the battlefield he was familiar with, resisting the desire to look where everyone was looking, and quickly and carefully observed the battlefield like any qualified Iron Hand.

His heart was calling him to continue moving forward, but he still turned back resolutely, separated the crowd with difficulty, and walked against the tide towards the outside of the battlefield - driven by steel-hard rationality.

Far away, the stabbing sword fell again.At this distance, the sound of blood splashing that should be inaudible was so clear that it seemed to fall on his ears, and the death roar of the original body once again resounded across the battlefield.

But at the same time, the Holy Father of Steel, who was walking against the crowd, also heard another voice: a sigh full of exhaustion, apology and relief, which seemed to fall from the highest and far away, and then fell on him clearly and clearly.

"You did well, Malkan Feros. The balance of emotion and reason, this is an ideal path, something I have never achieved."

The voice that seemed to pierce directly into his soul said:

"Also, I'm sorry."

Driven by some inexplicable impulse, Feros's remaining intact eye shed tears.

　Six o'clock. (seal squirms)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)