There are many ways to destroy a world, natural disasters, economic collapse, dynastic change, wars, plagues -

Among them, there are always some disasters that infiltrate from a small individual.

Like what......

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It's an ordinary day.

Boris walked on patrol as usual, he was a fighter of the Ultra Warrior 20 Band, graduated from the 3rd Academy of the Ultra Legion fifty-three years ago, ranked 34th, and successfully became an Ultramarine.

Polis held the blaster in his hand, and received orders from his superiors that he and his combat brothers would be tasked with patrolling the area where the World Eater Legion was stationed.

Polis welcomed his brethren in white armor to Macurag, and heard that the Devourers were people who valued brotherhood and glory, and that Poris appreciated such qualities.

Polis paced solemnly, his helmet and boots clangling against the steel floor,

In the distance, some of the walking World Eaters stopped and saluted Polis, who returned the salute.

After an hour and thirty-four minutes and six seconds, Polis had successfully completed a patrol and walked back to his resting room, where he could rest for five minutes before patrolling the next area.

But when he walked into the room, Polis realized that something had changed forever in his life.

In the simple and clean room, several chairs are displayed, and the U-flag of the Ultramarines and the flag of the double-headed eagle hang from the walls.

In the middle of the room, there was a trembling old man,

"I'm sorry,"

The old man stammered, "I would have liked to come to visit my porter's son in this neighborhood, but I got lost, my lord, can you show me the way?" ”

This was supposed to be a very ordinary, temporary mission to help the citizens of Maculag.

But Polis looked at the old man, and he subconsciously took a deep breath, and he recalled his true calling.

He's the alpha, and so is the old man.

And when he remembered who he really was, it meant that he was on a mission.

…… Angelon.

If they were to save St. Giles, then Angelon was destined to be sacrificed.

This is fate, and the scales are always just.

Polis thought that this was why he was standing here, why he was an Ultramarine.

"Okay, citizen, please come this way with me."

Boris said, opening the door for the old man, and at the same time, the dutiful Ultramariner informed his superiors of the news.

Polis knew that this move would send other signals,

And they have already begun.

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【Endurance】

Pasteur, the master foundry, silently opened the guarded door, and the dim light shone on the intrepid man.

The fifth company, Antey, cautiously walked out from behind Pasteur, and when he saw Antey entering the house, Pasteur closed the door directly and immediately locked it.

"You have to think about it,"

Pasteur said sullenly,

"The Master Foundry has the right to conduct regular inspections of Dreadnought, but it is against the regulations to bring unrelated personnel over."

Antai swallowed, staring at the dreadnought, the dreadnought that had been transformed by the commander himself, flickering with cold light.

Antee spoke hoarsely, in Barbarus,

"Pasteur, Io and Lena are dead."

"I know."

Pasteur replied lightly, and he walked over to the command platform next to the dreadnought as usual to activate the resuscitation system.

Antai smiled,

"It's hard to imagine that Lena, who passed the recruit test with us, was a traitor - the commander even praised a few of us,"

Pasteur raised his eyes from the front of the console,

"I'm not interested in any of that, Antey."

"If you're really not interested, you won't help me."

Antai forced her gaze to move to the fearless pitch-black eyepiece,

"After so many years, I became the commander of the fifth company, and I became the strongest casting master in the casting department...... Io was supposed to be the next chief pharmacist, and Lena—"

"He became a traitor."

Pasteur snorted, "Forty seconds left." ”

The engine roared, the depressurization of the potion injection sounded, and the dreadnought began to tremble.

Antai closed her eyes,

"Pasteur, you are lucky that you did not go through that...... For a few days, I stood there watching the people I once knew had their faces ripped and bloodied. ”

"If you are upset by this," said Pasteur, "I can always let you go to those whom you know well, Antey." ”

"No," said Antey, "I just want to know how it all happened, and I'm sure I'll find the answer here." ”

Antai was silent for a moment,

"He was the first traitor in the paper account of the Death Guard."

"Kalas Typhon."

Kalas woke up in a near-dry slump, and he opened his eyes in a daze,

He thought he would see a sad-looking Motarian, or Hades who was finally ready to kill him.

No, he saw two stinky little cubs.

"What the is going on—"

"Bang!! Rumble!!!!! ”

A dull, loud bang rang out, and the bulkhead of the Vibrating Stoic trembled.

The red light of the alert lit up, and he saw the little cub turn his head sideways and listen carefully for a moment to the alarm in the communication channel—

Antey shouted violently, and he motioned for Pasteur to hurry up and open the door,

"A space port has exploded!"

"One plate away from the Death Guard - that's where the World Eater is!"

The Master Foundry opened the door, and Antey, who had been urgently summoned, immediately ran out, leaving Pasteur standing by the door.

Pasteur turned slowly and stared at the silent Kalas Typhon,

"I'm sorry, my lord, but maybe I can put you to sleep again."

Kalas thought calmly, and in the midst of the mess he might face, and the Motarian he might face later, he chose to sleep again,

"Okay."

Pasteur stepped forward, ready to turn off Dreadnought again, staring at Pasteur, and Kalas suddenly asked,

"Little cub, who are you?"

"Pasteur, Master Foundry, Your Excellency,"

Pasteur replied honestly, and to prove that his casting skills would definitely alleviate the pain of the dreadnought, he added,

"Disciple of Commander Hades."

"What did you say?!"

Kalas screamed,

"Whoever you turn off, whoever you want! Besides you – and Hades! ”

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Motarian walked the streets of Macurag in a miserable manner, he was going to return to the fleet of the Death Guard and find a way to get out of this damn place.

He would rather die on a cold battlefield than rot in the Promised Land.

But it wasn't this thing that made Motarian feel distressed.

He silently calculated, planned, and stepped on the land of Macurag, analyzing mathematically.

Motarian was forever one step away from what he had calculated.

No matter how he calculates, deduces, analyzes.

Always one step short.

Mortarian frowned, and he thought irritably, what the hell had he overlooked?

Paradise of Fortune, Proud People, Death Guard, Makurag......

Motarian subconsciously raised his head, and before his eyes were lit up by the fireballs that erupted from above, he finally remembered that he had missed something—

Angelon?!

The Lord of Death jerked back and ran in the direction of the castle.

Behind him, a brilliant fire erupted in the sky.

Ominous numbers are surrounding Anglon's numerology.

I'm sorry...... It's gone today...... Half a life has been consumed on the side of the body, and it will be updated tomorrow during the day, so everyone goes to bed early...... Soul Spitting ......

Tell me a strange thing, my old broken little notebook is finally on the verge of being scrapped, and today I almost didn't succeed in opening the writer's assistant......

(End of chapter)