John's day began with prayer.

Tiredness hit him, making his eyelids groggy and his rough sleeping bag unusually warm, and he didn't want to get up, every muscle in his pain fighting against the act of "getting up."

"If you have delusions, you will be sluggish."

John suddenly thought of the words in the Book of the Word, and that he should fight against his own inertia, and that those who indulge in laziness will fall into the way of lust, so he dragged himself out of his sleeping bag even though he was uncomfortable all over his body.

Then he muttered the Word of the Word, and tended to his weapons—a plasma, a dagger, which were enough for him.

Two weapons, a simple steel angel, a cheap necklace from his lover, and other than that, John had no personal belongings.

He packed his things and yawned to get the nutrient blocks, the sleeping bag was not his, and as an auxiliary, they rotated the supplies.

Their fleet is now anchored at a nest near Baal, and the First Legion classifies it as still valuable.

Because of this, this slightly corrupted planet was not burned into a glass bead by the brutal warlord.

Thank you to the Emperor of God, thank you to the Archangel.

John muttered again in his mind that he could have gotten the chance to be stationed in Barr, but John, who had won the lottery, had switched things up with someone else.

There is no other reason for this...... Because...... The planet they will conquer next is John's home planet.

John was originally the only son of a nobleman on the planet of the nest, and before the torch went out, the biggest worry in his life was how to confess to his parents that he had a girlfriend in the nest - Lilia's grandfather was even the deputy leader of a gang in the nest.

John is not afraid of the gangsters in the low nest, in the eyes of the top nest magnates, these gangsters are not worth mentioning, mainly blood, blood-

The aristocrats intermarried each other to maintain their position, in the eyes of the magnates, and John's own actions were tantamount to suicide.

What makes this even more desperate is that his father doesn't like Lilia's style.

John sighed, and he walked to the line to receive the nutrient lumps, and in front of him was a tall woman with a sour stench.

This would have been a vulgar aristocratic love story - if only there was no warhammer here, and if the Star Torch hadn't been extinguished.

The Torch Nest was immediately plunged into chaos, but the nobles quickly re-established order thanks to armed force.

But six weeks after the torch was extinguished, the demon army from the Low Nest stormed the barricades they had set up between the Low and Middle Nests - and then blasphemous spells, sacrifices, and traitors among the nobles, who excitedly joined in the revelry from the Low Nest.

Before the complete fall of the nest, John was pushed onto a ship fleeing by his father.

The prodigal John's family was a military family, his father John Sr. was a general, and his mother, although she had no military rank, was also a good shooter.

Unfortunately, their child didn't make it, and in the final moments when his father kicked him onto the boat, John wondered what Lilith was going to do.

Lilith lives in the middle nest, but it has long since been conquered.

John sighed listlessly again, what a bastard he was, and he scratched the back of his neck and picked a flea out of it.

He stared at the little creature for a moment, then put it in his mouth and swallowed it twice.

I don't know if his father and mother are dead or alive...... John leaned in favor of his dad and blew himself up with his wife in his arms, the kind of people who would die together and give the enemy two slaps at the same time.

He had come back to avenge them.

When it was John, the red-robed mechanical sage with compound eyes handed him a nutrient block,

"Praise the Emperor of God, praise the Archangel."

John said, slowly finding an open space nearby and sitting down, huddled with all sorts of people, holding his plasma as he gnawed on nutrient lumps with his teeth.

In the end, he was the only one still alive.

John thought that they had escaped from a ship, and on the way to Baal, five sixths of the people on board had died.

John was sure that he was the only one who had survived on his home planet, and that the rest of him, his fellow villagers who had escaped with him, had been—

All of them have been cleared by the Shadows.

Yes, he was the only one who lived, and John felt creepy just by thinking back to that scene in Baal.

They were exhausted by the long flight, and some began to use psychotropic drugs to get them through the ordeal.

In the camp in Barr, as usual, John pushed away the syringe handed to him by his friend.

"No......" John muttered indistinctly, looking down at his necklace, "you know my dad won't let me touch this kind of thing, he's going to break my leg." ”

But the next moment, he felt the warmth on his cheeks,

Slowly, slowly, John raised his hand and touched the warm liquid on his face, and he saw the blood.

His heart beat slowly, and John turned his head to see something that terrified him more than the tide of demons,

[Shhh

The shadow monster crouched on the corpse of his fellow countryman, blood soaking the hem of his broken black robe,

The monster's pure black eyes stared at John, and tilted its head in interest,

Cherish your last purity. 】

He walked towards John, who fell to the ground, feeling the heat and humidity in his thighs, and he shivered incessantly, shadows hanging over him, and crouched down.

He stretched out his slender fingers, his nails covered in stains and flesh, and the monster reached for John's hand—

"No,"

John didn't even know when his voice sounded,

"No- please, please, this is my last connection to my hometown, this is Lilia's necklace for me, please- please, no."

The hand hooking the necklace stopped.

The monster's fishy breath sprayed on John's face, and he didn't speak, and the next moment, the huge sense of oppression disappeared.

John collapsed to the ground, surrounded by the corpses of his fellow villagers, and now, he was the only survivor.

The rallying horn sounded, and John tossed the last piece of the hard-to-swallow piece into his mouth and followed the crowd to the tarmac.

He remembered that his leader was a big fat man with a beard, and John had always wondered if he could stuff himself into a sleeping bag.

John successfully found the transport plane he was supposed to be on, and he squeezed into the stinking cabin, the engines roaring, and he felt them ascending.

John found a place to lean on his side and close his eyes to recuperate, he was so sleepy that he had slept for less than five hours last time.

He felt the jolting of the wall behind him, and the idea of returning to his hometown made him feel inexplicably reassured.

…… I am back.

John thought of holding the necklace he had worn around his neck, already scarred.

I will die in my homeland.

I've come to you.

Under the teaching of John Sr., John knew what a line-filler was, and he knew that he was a line-filler.

But there's nothing to be afraid of anymore.

John sighed, the short rest was over, every muscle of his hand fighting his movements, but he still walked towards the hatch.

He heard the terrible roars, he heard the screams, he heard the roars of the psionics, the demons—in a trance, John could even distinguish Lilia's voice.

John took a deep breath, he knew, of course he knew...... Lilia has long since been corrupted.

Lilia, who attracted the prodigal John, was a well-known beauty in the middle nest, she was a good singer and liked stimulation, and John had advised her not to continue taking drugs.

John lowered his head and nonchalantly checked his plasma one last time.

The Inquisitor, too, was kind...... He thought.

In this damn world...... There is no right or wrong.

John touched his necklace one last time, and the sound of the hatch opening sounded, and the foul wind blew in his face.

"For the !! of the Emperor of God"

John shouted, and the first one rushed out with his gun raised.

Gods...... If you really exist, please forgive my hometown.

All right!

(End of chapter)