"At this moment, we gather here to bid farewell to our brothers and sisters."

Sylvia stood in front of us, presiding over the funeral, solemn and dignified.

Although a large number of lamps and wires were damaged during the battle, and there were not many lights still shining normally, the many additional torches still lit up the spacious hangar. There weren't many people in attendance at the funeral, not even fewer than the dead, most of the crew were now busy mending the damaged parts of the ship and trying to get it back up and running, and Fenris's mortal troops, most of them were resting as wounded in other cabins - even though the Red Pirates' Chaos Space Marines had been nearly killed and wounded in the gang battles of the Heresy Redemption and the Mervid Picker, the infidels who stayed behind still took our toll on us, Among them, the Fenris, who were brave in battle and were not very familiar with the combat environment inside the spaceship, suffered the greatest losses.

The battle was long over, and the sounds of the battle—the sound of gunfire, explosions, the roar of chainsaws, and the wails of the dying—still echoed in my ears. As with almost all gang hopping battles, desperate infidels put up a frantic resistance, fighting in every corridor and chamber, blood soaking every inch of deck. The enemy used all the means they could find against us, far beyond the methods of conventional warfare I've ever seen, and explosions that used the ship's internal facilities such as pipelines and energy furnaces could kill all the living in a large area in an instant, and even Space Marines would not be able to survive a deadly catastrophe. There are ten times as many enemies as I am, and the constant onslaught costs us blood for every step we take.

"From the Holy Terra to the edge of the galaxy, we have been called here as warriors to serve in the defense of every world in the Empire, and in the defense of every inch of humanity's living space. The empire lasts forever, and this sacred war never ends. But their service ended there. Sylvia continued.

"Only death is the end of obligation!" Everyone should be in harmony, with a neat start and a chaotic process, because the language cannot be unified. The naval soldiers and nuns are speaking High Gothic, while the Fenris and Katakchans speak their dialects.

The brutality of the battle is indescribable, but in the end we cleaned every corner of the ship - only the living, and the removal of the corpses of the enemy will consume us for a long time to come.

The internal structure of the battleship is complex and chaotic, and there is not enough space for the enemy to deploy his forces, so that their numerical superiority is completely unplayable. As an attacker, we can concentrate superior forces and firepower in any direction of attack. As the spearhead, the Space Wolves are the best assault fighters, even the best of all the Space Marines, and the infidels' dirty and fragile ridiculous weapons can't even leave clear scars on their armor, and most of the time they can only be held back by the heavy sealed hatch - only for a moment, and soon the steel door will be torn open by hot melt bombs and power weapons, and then the Space Wolves will lead their mortal brethren in, Find every heretic hiding in the shadows and shoot them to death or chop them to pieces.

Our side is in an active offensive posture, and every wounded and fallen soldier has a chance to leave the battlefield safely and be treated, while the enemy is already certain to die even if he is only slightly wounded, even if he is only discovered. The enemy was ten times as many as mine, but the corpses left behind were far more than ten times greater. But even with this exchange ratio, our offensive inevitably slowed down after suffering huge casualties, and later those who could still move the minor wounded had to go to the line of fire again, and when the space wolves in the forward position also fell in large numbers, the offensive stalled further, and in some places began a brutal tug-of-war, and more corpses fell on the battlefield that was repeatedly contested.

Just before our offensive was completely frustrated and we had to call in the rear to send reinforcements again, the enemy inexplicably collapsed in front of us, some of them abandoned their positions and began to run hysterically like headless flies, and some even threw away their weapons altogether in order to die a happy death. At first we hesitated to think it was a trick and trap of the enemy, but it was only when a few daring warriors stepped forward to test it that the few infidels in front of them were the last enemies, and that many more, in fact, there should have been many of them, were slaughtered as sacrifices by the remnants of the World Eater, and some were slaughtered by their sorcerer master, Vash Tode. The victory came so suddenly and unexpectedly, as if the emperor had witnessed our courage and loyalty, but was not satisfied with our speed, and swung his sword called fate to slay the enemy with his own hands. As for the horrors of those two sacrifices, they were not seen by these mortals.

Thinking back to the Demon Prince's power and terrifying aura, I still have some lingering fears. In front of it, I was like an ant-like tiny being. But I still confronted it, fought it, and won, unscathed. It is undeniable that the Space Marines, led by a team of Terminators of the Storm Guardians, played a heavy role in the battle, and the same is true of the Nemesis in my hands, but what actually killed it, I believe it was the will of the Emperor. When the demon appears to us, its death is already doomed. We believe this, and perhaps, the ancient demon named Nebuganasa summoned by the sacrifice of Vash Toud also believes this, so it just hides in the subspace and peeks at us, not daring to actually appear here.

Ah Wei beside me gave me a mental shock and interrupted my thoughts. Psychic Shock contained a message, "Stop reading the memories of these dead, and read the battle report if you're interested." Later, we will have to talk about it, especially with regard to the name Nebhuganasa. ”

Yes, the reason why I was able to know the fragments of the battle that were out of my sight before was to use a talent that psionics are born with but almost no one has specifically trained, this kind of talent allows us to perceive the soul fragments wandering around us, and read some of the footage they saw during their lifetime - in fact, this ability is not exclusive to psykers, and in places where the subspace is more heavily polluted, the concentration of souls will be extraordinary, In this case, even ordinary people may see something surreal, which is the illusion of subspace in general. Although these visible footage contains more or less useful information, it is more of a chaotic bloody horror, screaming and wailing, full of the pain and despair that the deceased felt when he was dying, and can bring a great threat of depravity to the weak-willed, so the average psionic person avoids these things, and even puts some shelter measures on himself to prevent this spiritual pollution. That is, a strong man like me, one victory after another forged my indestructible will like steel, and I am always accompanied by the protection of the emperor, so that I can face the murderous demon without wavering, and as for the horror that the dead have felt, it passes through my heart like flowing water, leaving no trace.

"Your blindness and arrogance worry me." Ah Wei sent me another message, with her sincere worries.

Well, I was wrong. I gathered my mind and focused on the funeral in front of me.

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Recently, I have been depressed, and I feel that the future of my life is gloomy and confused, and it seems that there is no meaning

Another half a year has passed, and there are still sisters. My mother was so nagging that I didn't dare to go home, and now I'm in the dormitory.

Encourage me with some tips

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