He's not completely broken, his blood is still flowing.

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The former commander of the World Eater Legion, and now the commander of the first company, Roque thought that after transforming into a Space Marine, he no longer had the ability to cry.

But now the scarlet liquid was sliding down his cheeks.

"Roque, you are our last chance, take our father out...... Or...... Kill him, don't make him so uncomfortable. ”

The last surviving think tank, the chief reciter, Volias spoke softly, as if he were worried about disturbing the unconscious beast that was resting on his shoulder.

The nails on the beast's head were buzzing, blood was pouring from his towering nose, and its massive body was unconsciously pressed against Volias shoulder, while the chief reciter wrapped around their original body as best he could.

A hazy, white psionic glow shrouded Volias as the last glimmer of the chief reciter, faint and inviolable.

Roque opened his mouth, his throat hoarse, blood spilling from his throat along with his voice.

“…… Good. ”

Roque heard a small laugh, and Volias may have smiled, but the lead reciter had his back to Roque, and Roque could only see the blood dripping from their father's face.

A soft, unwavering white light lit up in front of him, and Roque squinted, the image he had seen countless times, the wound healed, the nightmare was gone, and the frequency of the original eyelid twitching began to ease.

Volias just stood there silently, beside them, the corpses of countless world devourers had already fallen on the ground, among them ordinary warriors and think tanks, their blood soaked the earth.

Slowly, everything went dark.

Volias reached out with difficulty, and he comically tried to wipe the blood off the original face, but his hand eventually drooped.

There was a faint thud, and Volias slowly knelt down, the original body slipping off his shoulders and lying smoothly on the red sand.

Worias lowered his head, blood dripping from the chief reciter's face and then from the original body's knife-like countenance.

Rock was silent as he walked over and struggled to carry the original, dragging Angelon to the next room - full of enemies and monsters, silently surging lava chasing them, they couldn't stay in the same area for long.

Worias knelt there, and he watched them go away.

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How many more battles did they fight after that? More than seven hundred, or more than eight hundred, Roque can't remember.

Sometimes he dragged Angron, who had fallen into a stupor, from the upwelling lava, and sometimes he woke up from a desperate fainting to find the original running with him, and when he saw that he was not dead, Angelon grinned at him.

They battled countless scarlet-furious monsters, often at just the right time, and just as they could chop off head after head with their chainsaw axe and their legs were just ready to run, the roar of lava would ring out behind them, and they would have to run for their lives to the next room.

The rest was short, and at first, Angron would eat the flesh of the scarlet monsters to replenish his strength, but the flesh was highly poisonous to the Space Marines, so Angelon asked Roque to drink his blood to replenish his strength.

The chainsaw slipped through the skin, and blood slipped from the palm of his hand.

The blood of the original gave him strength, which may be why Roque still stands here shakingly to this day.

Roque nailed his life here, nailed to the other side of life, and in a trance, Roque knew that his tenacious life was the last string that held the original body's sanity.

If he dies and the last World Eater who was with the Primordial dies, what will become of Anglon? Will he be engulfed in anger and despair and turn into those scarlet monsters who fight them?

Roque already had the answer in his mind, and as he coughed and vomited blood, Roque would think that death might be a relief for him, but he couldn't die now.

The gigantic being who was playing with them also seemed to be aware of Roque's obstacle, and during the battle, he was nearing death again and again, but he relied on his willpower to pull himself back again and again.

He had also thought about killing Angelon to free his father, as Volias had asked him, but Roque came to realize that death in this realm did not seem to bring true sleep to the Primordial.

On the contrary, his ...... Something is taken away, death means defeat, it means compromise, and the victor naturally has the right to execute the loser, whether it is soul or body.

The living can only choose to fight.

But Angron was getting more and more painful, and Roark couldn't perceive the psionic energy in his environment, but he could discern some truth from the increasingly tyrannical sound of nails.

Instead of blood, broken brain tissue flowed out of Angelon's nose, and the original body erased them carelessly, but after the first brain tissue gushed out, Angelon stopped eating the corpses of those monsters.

Roque remained silent about this.

Faced with the butcher's nail on the head of the original body, only the Think Tank among the World Eaters has studied it in depth, and they use their psionic energy to stun Angron's gradually uncontrollable will, so that Angelon can get a moment's respite from his soul.

But that meant the nails would go deeper, and the think tanks would never use this trick lightly until they came here, even if Angron begged them.

And after they were trapped here, the Think Tank's psionic energy was already mild compared to the rampaging psionic environment here, and they could even slow down the irritation of the Butcher's Nail from their surroundings.

Before he died, Volias unleashed the Thinktank's moves on the Primordial, and the oldest Think Tank of the World Eater left his psionic energy behind before he died to protect Angron and relieve Angron's pain as much as possible.

But as the blood poured out and dried up again and again, Volias was getting farther and farther away from them.

Angron couldn't hold it anymore, and even if the war and fighting didn't take him, the nail buzzing in his head would end his life.

More than once, Roque thought bitterly, what if the Legion had arrived a little earlier? Even, what if he could bear the pain in place of his original body?

But now it's too late, all options are erased, and they can only fight.

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For the last time.

He's going to die.

Roque struggled to pull himself onto the ship of the living, but all he could hear was the desperate sound of his fingernails scratching at the hull.

[Roque! Roque! 】

He heard the sound of the original body calling to him on the water, and Roque tried to keep his eyes open, but it was still dark before him.

He seemed to be dead, or that he would have stayed in his body for a while before his experience, but he must have acted like he was dead.

Because Roque felt Angelon put him down, the original body stood up, roaring and roaring, blood mixed with saliva splashed on the ground,

[Every time! Every time!! 】

Angelon cried out in despair, his axe swinging angrily in the air, as if fighting an invisible monster to the death.

[Fucking Fucking Nail!! The person it deserves to kill the most is me! Not my teacher! My son! My comrade-in-arms!! 】

【Fuck!! Why?! Why!!! 】

Incredibly, for the first time, the Son of the Mountain took the initiative to drop his axe, and the bloody axe smashed into the ground with two muffled sounds.

Angelon roared in pain, and he put his hands into the dense tuft of braided nails on his head, and—

Pull!

[Ahhhh!!h 】

The original body let out a high-pitched scream, and the sharp pain directly caused Angron to kneel on the ground, and the nails squirmed between Anglon's fingers like a living worm, and blood and bone residue splattered from the original body's head.

Angron twitched uncontrollably, like an electrocuted corpse, but his hands did not have the slightest unloading, and he clung to his unfair fate and wrestled with it.

No... No...... Father...... No......

Roque half-opened his eyes, and he heard the almost popping hum of the nails, and he didn't ...... Don't do this to yourself, Angelon.

We do it voluntarily......

His mouth squirmed slightly, but Roark didn't make anything but a faint exhalation.

Angelon's blood splattered all around him, as if it were a sacrifice, and the flames burst into flames, and they heard the words, the words of the demons.

Roque began to struggle, he cursed his broken willpower, he felt furious, he realized that everything was a hoax and that their father was the one who was hurt the hardest, no, how dare they? How dare you fool the World Eater and Angron like this?!

But he still lay on the ground, unable to utter even the faintest cry.

The ground in front of Angron began to melt, and hot bloody axes poured out of Hell, and the eye sockets of the eight skulls were staring at Angelon.

+ Hold me. +

It says.

+ I give you deliverance, a head, and blood. +

But is there any trace of the original body that has been madly pierced into the brain by nails to have any sense that can communicate? Angron ignored the axe, roaring, wrestling with the nail on his head.

As if aware of Angron's state, the ground began to tremble, and the scarlet beast stepped out, aiming its horns at Roque, eager to try.

+ Hold me, Angron, or your son will be insulted. +

Angelon gasped as the Primordial looked up to see the blasphemous creature eager to try.

[No...... No!!! 】

Angron trembled and took his hand off his head, he slowly stood up, saliva and minced flesh dripping from his mouth, no! No! Never! He stared at the monster, reaching for the nearest axe in front of him—

Angelon jerked his head down, the touch coming from his hand was wrong.

He saw a pair of hands, hands in white helmets, gripping the tomahawk—no, it was more like holding it than holding it, it was stopping Angelon from picking up the tomahawk.

【Luo ...... Roque? 】

Angelon whimpered in pain, and in response to his heir's figure surrounded by blood and flames.

Maybe there is, maybe not; Don't wait

Push the book, push the book!

Fishing for Fugen, the author said that if you think the first chapter is slow, you can go directly to the second chapter (><)

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