God Emperor’s Angel of Death

For them, you are just a war machine. They put you into battle and then lock you in a cage until they need you to spill more blood. Wake you up.

But you were a powerful hero, remember?

You do remember, don’t you, the seventh company commander of Astral Claw, Kandali Kara Harir?

Some fragments of memories from the past flooded up, twisting his mind into a ball of thread...

Before that person turned him into this look, before he still had In his own body, before he heard these voices...

Their voices, thousands of voices rolled in his head.

They ridiculed him, robbed him of reason, and aggravated his pain...

He didn’t want to hear them, and never wanted to hear them, just as he never wanted to. Killing forever, just to make them stop even for a moment.

But those voices will not stop, they are chattering every moment he is awake.

And when he rests—even though he can't dream, the face of the dead will still be entangled in his mind.

He rejected them continuously, and those voices became louder continuously.

The memory has become more chaotic.

His brother, his biological brother, have been arguing with him, trying to convince him.

The man told him that if they want to guarantee their independence, to ensure that they are not bound by ordinary people, and not driven like dogs, they must resist.

But he refused again, and the voices became louder.

"You should listen to him more, you poor worm."

"He is always strong, always above you, if you had a chance back then Listen to him, and you won't fall into such a field."

A planet has been burned out, and the person he once admired has already set foot on the Road of No Return, and he is absolutely not in the same way.

When he went against the will of the man, he was imprisoned.

The only reason for that person not to kill him is simply their relatives in the past.

While Astral Claw transformed into a red pirate, he slowly rotted in a cell, slowly crazy...

Sometimes, at night, that person would come to him To persuade him to reconsider.

Those voices will also cheer him up, but he still refuses.

Finally, that person became impatient.

What is his name?

The only trace of reason in the brain is like a drowning man clutching the only straw.

He remembered.

That person is Ruft Huron.

Reform with him, receive training together, serve together, and walk through the most difficult years of Chapter together.

His brother, his best friend--

Huron told him that his will will soon not belong to him, and he will not be able to control his behavior.

His brother, his biological brother, even so did not shake him, no matter how hard Huron made, no matter how hard those voices made.

Many years have passed. In those years, his skin has never experienced sunlight, and his feet have never stepped on abnormal shapes.

He exists in the darkness of nothingness, and only those voices are with him.

His brother will still come to jail him again and again, but the interval between visits is getting longer and longer.

And every time I saw him, he no longer looked like the warrior that he once called the brother.

Those voices became deafening everywhere, but what they said was meaningless to him. It was just an elegy to block his deceitful words.

He can't feel time, space, or self.

Sometimes, those voices will whisper to him in a convincing tone the horrible acts of his brothers and his biological brother.

While he sleeps, they will show a picture: blood flowing into a river on the street, the children watched in terror at their parents being killed, knowing that they were the butcher's knives in the hands of the butchers The next goal.

On the burning world, the souls of several millions cry in fear.

And that new prison built for him.

Suddenly, his thoughts plunged into a deeper chaos.

Kandali Kara Harir, are they showing you these things, or are you seeing them with your own eyes?

Then they stood in front of him.

During his imprisonment, the brothers have become completely unrecognizable. The madness has eroded his memory, and he can't even remember their names.

Space Marine power armor’s once smooth curved surface is now covered with spikes and ridges. The helmet also has sharp corners. Those who don’t wear a helmet have strange symbols on their skin. When facing them, those voices became more excited than ever.

When he looked out of the small prison for the last time, he found that the battleship that imprisoned him had also been eroded and changed.

They laughed at him, his brothers, laughed at him like those who have fought with him for countless years.

Then he fought with them, not because of their ridicule, but because of abandoning him for years and months, and locked me aside.

It was not madness that drove him to pounce on them, and it was not that he wanted to be free, but when they walked him through the corridor full of organs, the instinct of survival allowed him to ceaselessly Final Struggle.

Those voices have already told him what is waiting for him.

To stay in that cold and dark cell forever is much better than his brother, his biological brother, and the destination for him.

He hopes he will not remember what happened after that, because madness will confuse all memories of atrocities.

But those voices will remind him continuously and let him experience the horror every second.

"We don’t have to do that. That was the greatest moment in your life. It was your new life. You should be proud of it."

The hall is full With all kinds of instruments and devices, the acolytes dressed in black robe murmured in prayer in dark language, and poured the burning foul incense on them.

His brothers pressed him on an obsidian base and tied him with a thick iron chain that burned the flesh.

He wrestled with them to the last moment, even though the shackles were locked, all hope had disappeared, and he was still biting them.

His brother, his biological brother, walked up to him and was treating him like an animal to be sacrificed.

"Brother, I have found a way to restore our prosperity and our former glory, but I need your help. Will you help me? Will you help us?"

The man's arm sweeps the former Astral Claw members in the hall dramatically.

His years of life as a prisoner made speech ability dropped a thousand zhang in one fall, but he actually didn't need to use words to answer the other party.

He mobilized every fiber in his body, recalled the memory he had long forgotten, and then activated the glands in his mouth, spitting out a mass of acid on the right face.

His brother, his biological brother, didn't hide from him—the other person still wears that scar to this day.