A dry uneasiness enveloped Cyrene, and her long, curled eyelashes trembled slightly above her beautiful dark brown face.

As the morning light of the seventh day shone on her, she blinked her eyes in confusion and found herself leaning against the wall of her balcony, and she slowly rose to her dismay, to her dismay, to the dismay that the people of the neighborhood had all been evacuated, with closed doors and windows and empty streets.

An ethereal siren could be heard in the distance, and the blue-armored giants were giving their final warnings—today was the last day.

Cyrene felt a strong sense of unreality, her memory was still stuck on the first day of abuse of the giant, but reality strongly reminded her that today was the last day, and if she didn't leave, fire and punishment would fall on her head together.

Cyrene stumbled to her feet, too late to clean up, she hurriedly grabbed a gray robe, and ran straight out the door, she ran past the holy candles piled up on the side of the street, ran past the broken idols, ran through a messy square, the wind howled in her ears, she remembered—

She remembered that she had dreamed of the God Emperor!

The God-Emperor sighed and told her something, did he seem to be grieving the destruction of the Perfect City? So why did He burn it? Immediately afterward, Cyrene remembered that there was not only a god in his dream.

The memory was vague, and she remembered the language of the darkness, completely different from the God-Emperor, and the punishers from the darkness kindly pointed out to her the filth of their faith, which was why they were doomed to destruction—that their faith was unclean.

The thought of this made Cyrene's heart beat a little.

As if an omen, she subconsciously turned back and saw a cloud of darkness over the sculpture at the top of the city, but she blinked, and the darkness disappeared in an instant.

He was watching them, all the time.

Sky...... Oh my God, the Emperor is above! Hades is above!

Finally, Cyrene ran to the very end of the line out of the city, and the blue-armored giants looked at her suspiciously, she gasped, Cyrene had understood, she understood—she had known the truth, and what she was supposed to do.

The gods showed her the way in a dream.

She followed the last of the crowd out of the city, and the soldiers commanded the refugees to board the ships and leave the land that was about to be burned, but she refused, feeling the bewilderment and pity of the soldiers—now she knew that they were also angels, and that they were both His angels.

With a break from the city, Cyrene was ready to go, and she resolutely headed towards the foothills of Galamon, near the City of Perfection, where she needed to witness the truth...... She needs ...... She needs to join the City of Perfection and accept it, and accept God's punishment.

Mankind bears witness to history, and history shapes civilization.

If their civilization is still saved, then they need someone to witness this punishment.

Cyrene took a deep breath as the rough wind blew her gray robe and the corners of her robe flew over the mountains, and she stood there steadfastly, looking at the perfect city, which had been darkened by the clouds, and the thick, dense gray clouds covered the sky like impenetrable rocks—

A piece of rubble floats in space and hits the upper porthole.

Killiman stood silently in front of the observation window, watching the gravel go away, and farther into the void, the ships of the Ultramarines surrounded the airspace above the Perfect City in a perfect attack formation, waiting for Killiman's orders.

The death knell is about to strike.

The entire command room was so quiet that no one dared to make a sound, and the fighters seemed to have stopped breathing.

Killiman lowered his eyes without a trace, and the message from the command board revealed that the nearby Mandeville Point had received a message from the Whisperers—they were almost there, at an unimaginable speed.

Killiman thought of Luojia, the brother who always spoke of religion, and Killiman never agreed with Luojia's views, but ...... I just don't agree.

Not yet......

Killiman silently stopped his dangerous thoughts, and he focused his thoughts on Luojia, the shortest of them all, and although he believed in religion, the brother was extremely tolerant and gentle in areas other than religion, and often came out to mediate when the brothers quarreled.

But now......

The last grain of sand in the hourglass fell into the abyss, and Luojia's request communication rang out on the command board.

Killeman didn't do anything, he didn't sigh, he didn't pause, he didn't feel nervous, he didn't feel uneasy...... That's all.

He just said,

[Launch. 】

Killiman looked at the beam of light in the distance, his ship still floating silently in this star field, except for a shallow arc of light at his feet, it was as if nothing had happened, still steady, still silent.

He watched as a piece of rubble floated over, floated away, and nothing happened.

The earth is trembling!

Cyrene screamed uncontrollably, and she saw the white light that covered the sky tear through the clouds and stabbed at the City of Perfection, her eyeballs burning with billions of falling meteorites! Melting! Lifted by the spear of light, the overwhelming wind slammed into her, tossing her up with ease! She clutched her gray robe, screaming in the air like a dead leaf.

In the final moment, she saw the burning city of perfection and her own burning retina.

Cyrene didn't know if she was burning, or if the City of Perfection was burning, or if they were all burning.

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On the day after the burning of the City of Perfection, the first Bearer ship arrived at Kerr.

As a representative, a symbol, a kind of occult allusion, the first person to set foot on this scorched earth was named Angeltay.

Since then, the rest of the Whisperer's fleets have begun to land on the ruins of the City of Perfection under the orders of the Ultramarines.

The ruins of the Perfect City were still burning, emitting the embers of the apocalypse, and the Grey Warriors stood on the scorched earth, helpless and furious.

The gods watched silently.

None.

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(End of chapter)