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

Chapter 69: Going in reverse direction, going in reverse direction

Malkan Feros woke up from the chaotic visions, thoughts and emotions. The Iron Father's senses and thinking abilities, which had undergone countless precise transformations and enhancements, made him realize many things in an instant.

The first is the time when he is confused and unconscious.After the ship left the subspace, the clock built into the power armor finally returned to its normal operating mode, so he could clearly understand that he had missed 175 seconds in the real universe.

In the next three microseconds, he detected the changes in his surroundings after the 175 seconds passed through the runes displayed in front of him:
The time of nearly 3 minutes is usually very short, but in a fierce close combat, it has been so long that it is almost an eternity. Under the influence of that psychic scream, those who had previously rushed towards the Sapphire King There was nothing left of the brothers, and even the two Dreadnought mechas specialized in close combat that bullied them fell into silence forever under the claws of the Great Demon of Slaanesh.

The remaining brothers who were originally at the back of the line and were responsible for providing far-range fire support also fell into madness and delirium. Some people roared with fury, and moved in the direction of nothing with hatred, and even their own bodies. Comrades opened fire, while others trembled and fell into complete silence, frozen in place, almost completely unable to react to the outside world.

Whether they are veterans with a higher degree of mechanization or Primaris recruits who have just undergone the ritual of abandonment, as long as they are the sons of Gorgon, it seems that they have not escaped the influence of the psychic scream that penetrated their blood.Only the last two Dreadnought Mechas carrying heavy firepower in the front line could barely function normally, pouring uncontrolled firepower in front of the Sapphire King, barely maintaining the existence of the front line itself - but that might only be enough. It lasts until they run out of ammunition.

In the next microsecond, Feros suddenly understood, like a flash of inspiration, why in that period of consciousness that had been stretched and disrupted until it was fragmented and blurred, with only a few fragments remaining, his genetic father specifically asked him. Apologized.

His whole body was in severe pain.

It's not that he suffered any injuries in the previous period. It was not the pain that people would naturally feel when they were injured, but a pure torture that was a thousand times stronger than that.Feros only felt as if his power armor had turned into a complete set of torture tools that originated from the same source as the Fist of Pain. Fierce, hot pain like magma flowed freely in his limbs and bones, almost To tear him apart completely.

When an Iron Hand states that his "whole body is in severe pain," it means that his pain indeed comes from his "whole body."

Feros is the master of the forge and has only the most basic understanding of medicine, but this is enough for him to realize that the pain that is currently tormenting him does not have a specific origin.Every blood vessel, every nerve, even the lymphatic system and muscle cells seemed to be the fuel of this pain and would not stop until it disappeared.

His neural throttle and sensory regulation systems were functioning normally, but to no avail.Even for Iron Hands Astartes veterans, this level of pain is enough to impede movement or even drive them insane.He could still grit his teeth and endure it for the time being, and then——

——Not out of his own will or control, he stood up from his prone position smoothly.

"What are you doing?! Everyone stand up! Immediately realize that you are still on the battlefield! There are still enemies in front of you who have not yet died!"

Malkan Feros's voice echoed off the ship's steel walls.That was indeed his voice, at least that's how it was shown on the audio spectrum recognized by the instrument; but it was obviously not his voice, and his voice wouldn't sound so full, loud, or as soul-stirring as Hong Zhong Da Lu— -The voice sounded like there was an overlapping echo that could not be detected by instruments, as if it could be the voice of Markan Feros, the voice of Castimir Fish, or even any Steel Man. The sound of hands.

Of course, it could also be the voice of Ferrus Manus.

In this flash of lightning, Markan Feros, who was being tortured by what seemed like endless pain, realized what was happening.He gritted his teeth and swallowed all the pain.It was difficult for him to think too much in such suffering, but at least, he could still do this.

I'm very sorry.The voice said again.

Feros couldn't tell whether the sound came from his throat or whether it only echoed in his mind.All he knew was that his body jumped up from the spot uncontrollably and charged towards the Sapphire King smoothly and naturally. Along the way, he even picked up a handful of fallen comrades who had left them on the ground. of finely crafted power hammer, as if he were in good health—even displaying greater skill than Malkan Feros himself would have deserved.The Sapphire King, who was also aware of what was happening because he was essentially a subspace creature, roared and raised his sword to face the enemy.The Great Demon of Slaanesh was fast, but at this time it was hampered by its unfamiliar and weak body, and Ferroth was now faster than it.When the Seiko Power Hammer hit its head, it realized that it couldn't dodge, so it could only hurriedly raise its sword-holding arms and cross the weapons for basic defense.

At the moment when the weapons collided, the decomposition force field not only flashed with blue-white lightning, but also loomed with golden lightning.The Sapphire King screamed in agony and slithered back - its two defensive arms completely gone.A weak body composed solely of ether without any additional concepts could not withstand the huge power of the decomposition field, and its subspace evil essence was easily burned by the great power coming from the throne.

The demon screamed and cursed in pain, but Feros did not immediately pursue the victory: even for a Primaris Space Marine, it was too far-fetched to carry and restore the power of a primarch.He only swung one blow, which overloaded his prosthetic left hand and burst the tendons in his right hand that were enhanced by mechanical cables.In addition, the pain that almost burned his entire body did not lessen at all, and even intensified.

"How can you - you can't -" The Sapphire King screamed in shock at Feros, who had begun to bleed from the orifices on his face that still contained physiological tissue, in pain, "The barrier here is almost intact! 伱Why can I project my own will and existence onto your heirs!"

Ferrus - Ferrus Manus, Primarch of the Iron Hands, did not answer its question.

"1 years." He just said this, quietly feeling the activation and operation of the Belisarius furnace in Feros. The combat response hormones quickly repaired the damaged tissues, muscles and bones in the body. .After two breaths, he once again lifted the power hammer with his right hand.

"I have allowed you to be so carefree and rampant for 1 years." He slowly moved forward again. Behind Feros, there was a power that had been almost completely destroyed by Curze a few hours ago and had not yet been repaired. Intact mechanical arms stretched out from the backpack again, and their ends were connected to many kinds of weapons and tools that Feros had never seen before and whose functions he didn't even know.

"You can't defeat me!" The King of Sapphire raised his remaining two arms with a stern look, and ominous venom dripped from the ends of the crab claws and spikes. "I am a concept born because of your failure! Yes The echo of your complete death in the warp! Ferus Manus, you cannot defeat me because you cannot defeat your own failure and death!"

"Perhaps so. The cause and effect and ritual of subspace... hum." Ferus Manus dismissed it, "Then remember, the person who will kill and exile you from reality at this moment is called Marr. Can Feros.”

All the mechanical arms behind him fired almost at the same time. Explosive bombs, energy, sound waves, and several types of lethal "projectiles" that Feros couldn't even name were undoubtedly able to destroy all obstacles in front of him.The Sapphire King still wants to dance that strange dance in such a terrifying torrent, but the instincts assigned to it by its master are dragged down by this weak body. The upper limit of its performance has determined that it cannot survive such fierce artillery fire. to protect themselves.

But perhaps the law of interdependence in the subspace is still at work. These artillery fires that can undoubtedly destroy an entire building cannot really kill the Sapphire King.Its body was indeed destroyed, but it was still able to scream and linger in the real universe - until the body of Malkan Feros once again raised the finely crafted power hammer in his hand with just his right hand.

Blue, white and gold thunder flashed past with a roar, and then everything fell silent.

Under the awed and silent gaze of the battle brothers who had finally regained their consciousness, the severe pain finally weakened as the material form of the Sapphire King disappeared.Something finally left him, but at this time, Malkan Feros' broken body could no longer hold up.

The meningeal organ of suspended animation began to function on its own under such heavy injuries, and the Iron Father collapsed to the ground.

　Mi (flatten).

　　When I first started writing, I wanted to say something, but after I finished writing, I forgot all about it (peaceful).

　　
　
(End of this chapter)