"Tyrell, have you decided? When you board this ship, you are no longer an ordinary inhabitant of the Empire, or even an ordinary human, and even then, will you still be willing to do so? This will be your final test, and you will still have a chance to return to your hometown and become a farmer without having to fight against an unknown enemy. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" said the giant in gray-and-white armor. His thunderous voice exploded in my ears,

"I am willing, to fight for the Emperor, for the Empire, and for humanity until death."

"Then get down on your knees and make your vows"

I got down on one knee and said solemnly to the Imperial Double-Headed Eagle.

"I will fight for the honor of the emperor and for the survival of mankind. Guarding the borders of humanity, confronting the most sinister heresies and evil species, and burning all enemies of humanity, my oath and my battle will be forever. ”

"In that case," the tall giant stepped aside, revealing the passage behind him

"Welcome to you, Brother Tyrrell. I am your mentor, Brother Marcohen."

I prostrate myself on the ground to thank the Emperor for the supreme glory.

I can finally join the Emperor's Angel of Death and fight for him in the endless galaxy.

"Remember your first lesson, monk. Forever humble, your life belongs to the Emperor from now on, and only the day when your duty has been fulfilled will be the time for you to rest. ”

"I will always remember."

"Then follow me, you still have one last step to complete."

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The pain pierced my mind like a tidal wave, and I could feel as if my internal organs had been pulled out of my body, tied a few knots, and then shoved back in.

Not only that, but I felt every muscle in my body tremble violently, my bones stabbing against my skin violently, my whole body feeling like it was on fire, and my mind became more and more blurred

At this moment, the emperor's sacred proverbs flashed through my mind

"Pain is an illusion of the flesh, despair is an illusion of the mind"

My mind was lifted, the emperor had higher expectations of me, and this was not the place where I was buried.

I gritted my teeth viciously to prevent the pain in my brain from knocking me down, and I chanted the Emperor's hymn in my heart, knowing that he would be with me.

Whispers rang in my ears, and I didn't know if it was the talk of my older brothers or the whispers of the darkness.

"Rest, Brother Tyrrell, you're doing well, you can rest." A voice sounded in my ears from afar.

I didn't answer, but I knew that the pain was still going on, that I had no right to rest, and that I was reminded of the teachings of my mentor, Brother Marcohen, before this final trial: "Whatever you hear, don't believe him." Stick to it until the end, and don't stop, no matter how much you want to rest. ”

I continued to brace my will. The passage of time seemed to lose its meaning, and the pain began to slow down and be intermittent. But I know it's not time to relax yet.

Suddenly, there was a bright light in front of my eyes, and I couldn't help but open my eyes, which had been closed for a long time.

Brother Marcohen's serious face appeared before my eyes.

"Did I do it?" I gave a weak thrust.

"You did it. Welcome to the Pale Angels, young brothers. A smile appeared on his face, "Now, carry out the first order to you, get some sleep, and we'll talk about more later." ”

I nodded respectfully slightly, then gave way to exhaustion and fell into a deep sleep like a newborn baby.

I've been in the warband for two centuries, and during this long battle, I took off my carapace armor, acquired my first power armor, and officially became a Battle Monk.

I have fought countless enemies between the stars, savage, cruel, and mysterious, but no matter what, we are invincible in the fight for the emperor and humanity.

Brother Marcohen is no longer my mentor, he says that I have learned everything from him, and that I am now his brother, not his apprentice. However, I still think I have a lot to learn from him, as he is now in the first company and fighting on the front lines in the Terminator Armor.

And today, we are fighting together again. Despite this battle, there is no honor at all.

The Inquisitor of the Inquisition summoned a team of Pale Angels to assist him in capturing a dangerous Anomalous, and Brother Marcoen was ordered to lead the team.

But this is a complete trap. The Inquisitor didn't show up at all, and there was no such thing as a paranormal.

All that awaits us is an endless tide of beasts.

“WAAAAAGH!” Greenskins shouted at us. I've already wiped out the last bullets from my blaster, and my chainsaw sword is covered in flesh.

"Tyrell, you must get out of here quickly and tell the warband everything about this place. We are abandoned, go! ”

Brother Marcohen tore apart an orc with one claw and shouted at me.

"What about you, brother. I can't leave you here alone. ”

"No, I am the person in charge of the mission, and I must be responsible for the brothers who died in battle."

Then he threw a sealed jar at me, "And then it's what the Inquisition guys want, and we can't let them get away with it." Fast! ”

The court, it's all their planning. I knew that if I didn't leave, the warband would be doomed.

As I stepped into Thunderhawk's cab, I could still hear the howls of the orcs and the shouting of Brother Marconn.

"The Emperor knows everything, and is watching."

Brother Markorn let out a cry and tore open the throat of an orc.

"Only the emperor is from, only death is toward"

He swung the giant claw in his hand and slashed a bloody path.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

I pressed the start button, and the Thunderhawk erupted in flames and flew into the air.

I know there's no way back.

Emperor, if you really know everything, how can you allow such a shameless person to take charge of the Empire, and let your glorious warriors be so worthless sacrifices.

I know it's heretical, but I can't contain my anger.

Especially when the warbands learned of my summons and questioned the Inquisition, only to be asked for genetic seeds instead.

Please guide me, Emperor, and if you can, give me wisdom and strength so that I can take revenge on these shameless men.

Revenge is dark justice.

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We cannot confuse disapproval with disloyalty. Lies are always lies, as they wrote, what is called history, and the truth is not revealed. We are in a world where what we see is not what we see, and everything we know is wrong.