[Morgan, my daughter. 】

You're a failure. 】

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The voice echoed in her mind, like the waves of the ocean crashing against the cliff.

The baby in the cabin frowned, and she was immersed in a dream, a real dream.

She could feel that at the beginning, she was in an empty container, surrounded by cold nutrient solutions and infusion tubes, and the tips of needles pierced the back of her hand, kneading her body and spirit at will, transforming into a form that pleased her Creator.

"Morgan ......"

Someone was calling her.

"Failure."

The voice came to a conclusion mercilessly, and the most intense pain ensued, thousands of sharp edges tearing her heart apart, and she curled up helplessly.

Then there was the storm, and she could hear the ever-changing laughter and angry cry of the storm, and she felt only that she had been swept away by the storm, and she wandered in the void day after day, year after year, until she finally fell somewhere.

She didn't know how long it had been, but the sound of war and fighting came out unusually clearly at one point, it was a frenzied cannibalism, and she could hear entire legions fighting and destroying each other around her until there was no more sound.

So, she closed her eyes and continued to sleep.

Until the meanest of them come from among the stars.

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"Are you sure you're here, Chief Pastor?"

The Vanguard cautiously stepped onto the parched land, the God Emperor above, who was probably the first human to set foot in such a remote and wild land in thousands of years.

The temperature regulator of the MKII Power Armor roared from the gusts of wind between the clouds, and the Vanguard looked up to see that the next rainstorm was just around the corner.

"Looks like we're going to have to hurry, who knows what the weather is like in this damn place."

"It's not going to be too bad after all."

The clerk was the second to step down, adjusting his firearm, his gaze lingering on the distant horizon for a moment, then returning to the surface, searching for possible potential paths and dangers.

Behind him, followed by two legion recruits, they looked left and right, maintaining the most standard posture of guard.

"According to the exploration diary of the Ronin Trader, it is very likely that there are a few traces of alien civilization here, and we should be worried about the attackers compared to the so-called weather."

As soon as the clerk finished speaking, one of the recruits tilted his head at him.

"Sir, then why don't we gather an exploration force and explore the alien world with an unknown intelligence level for at least ...... according to the Legion Code of Conduct"

"At least 50 soldiers, a battleship, and two high-ranking officers are needed for paperwork, and I know, newcomer, that I'm in charge of teaching them."

The clerk patted one of the recruits on the shoulder armor intimately and smiled at the other: "Believe me, extraordinary times are very good, this is allowed. ”

Such perfunctory words obviously could not convince anyone, but it was also at this time that the priest came down.

The priest was a tall and dangerous figure, and his broad chin, sunken eyes, and scripture-engraved face made people shudder, and the recruit bowed his head in awe at the mere glance.

The priest narrowed his eyes like a fox that had just eaten a feast, and he first enjoyed the awe triumphantly for a moment before slowly walking towards the depths of the forest.

"Be careful, newcomer."

Behind him, the clerk smiled and comforted the two fine consumables beside him.

"Pastor Erebas's temper isn't too good."

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This is the time of the rise.

With the last whimper of the empires of yesteryear, the waves of chaos and madness have been surging in the galaxy for too long, and now, with an unquestionable command, new powers, new wills, new legions will crush them one by one, and another mighty giant is forging its own glorious scroll with steel and flame.

This is the revival of miracles, the nirvana of the phoenix, the immortal monument of countless painstaking efforts and sacrifices, and every victory and conquest adds to this legendary story.

The Great Expedition has begun.

The Emperor's Will came from Holy Terra and became an infinite army and fleet, tormenting every corner of the galaxy, recovering lost grounds, destroying resistance, and spreading the conqueror's banner like a plague.

Speculators, careerists and despicables alike were in tears at this magnificent spectacle, and they were pleasantly surprised to discover that there were countless opportunities and treasures to be discovered in the waves of war......

"You can go and plunder ......"

Erebus whispered, alien bones and dead souls piling up at his feet.

"God Emperor, what the hell is going on here."

Behind him, the recruits marveled at what they saw, a royal court of bones, staining the muddy earth with snow, fragments of bones similar to those of humans, but whose skulls mercilessly revealed their alien identities.

"These are the bones of the Spirit Clan, maybe in the thousands."

The clerk flipped through the pieces of pendants and ornaments, and carefully screened them.

"This is the Spirit language...... Jay...... Jeswa ...... Ark. ”

"This barbed strangulation is more like a torture instrument."

"What is this? …… Is it an acting mask? ”

The clerk went on his quest with interest, even stray a little away from the group, and soon the bones of some of the larger beasts appeared in his eyes, mixed with the remains of some spirits, and it was clear that in the last moments of his life, these aliens were fighting or fighting alongside the terrifying behemoths.

Eventually, he found something interesting, it was a communication device, and after fiddling with it for a while, one of the last voices floated out of it:

[Ilir, I really don't understand why we are fighting here, this is not defending the Ark, the Milky Way is so scarce, but we still have to kill each other here. 】

[Pay attention to your attitude, Joses, the prophets have been prophesied that that this thing in this world will destroy us, so we must destroy it first.] 】

[Our wild people won't agree, that thing has already fused with their world souls, and so are those harlequins, they want to take it away.] 】

So, we fight for it...... Be careful! Those natural disasters from the Comoros have been killed......]

The words came to an abrupt halt, followed by a chaotic burst of gunfire and war cries, followed by wailing.

It was a mixture of thousands of wails, chaotic and horrible, as if the souls of thousands were being sucked alive by some force.

The clerk frowned, threw it away, clapped his hands, and hurried to catch up with the group, returning to his position at the back of the temple, bowing his head under the disgruntled gaze of Pastor Erebas, and then went on with his job: adjusting the muzzle of his gun and staring at the two lovely recruits.

As the team marched, Erebus closed his eyes and muttered words, allowing the eight-pointed star ornament in his hand to lead him to the deepest part of the battlefield, where there was a towering ancient tree, incomparably tall, majestic, but dying, just like this world.

The folly of prophecy. 】

[Cannibalism of the same kind.] 】

[The scream of the soul.] 】

It's ...... Almost there.

An ominous light appeared in his palm, and Erebus smiled with satisfaction, and he stepped into the ancient tree, and in the shadows he saw the treasure wrapped in layers of dead vines.

The final step......

The vague whispers of the gods flashed through his mind, and Erebus became more and more convinced that his piety had paid off.

[The blood of betrayal.] 】

Erebus turned his head, and with his gaze, the clerk pulled the trigger mercilessly.

With two shots, the recruits' eyes widened and they fell one after the other, and of course they would have died, because only their guns were not aimed at their companions.

The Pioneer also picked up his gun, and he aimed it at the recruit's head, one shot at a time, to ensure that there was no trouble.

Even Erebus's mind was thinking about it because of this scene: what kind of reason is it going to weave this time?

After a brief moment of anguish, excitement once again took hold of the despicable man's heart, and he drew his short blade, smearing the flowing blood onto the dry vines.

Behind him, the vanguard looked at the two bodies that were gradually cold, and suddenly turned to look at the clerk.

"Do you say ...... [God Emperor] really knows what we're doing?"

"If he really knew, we would have died a long time ago."

The clerk just yawned lazily.

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[Wake up.] 】

This is the first time.

Under the excited gaze of the Chief Pastor, the last means of protection broke layer by layer, and the world let out an irreparable cry, and then the sound of collapse sounded in the sea of souls.

He saw that it was a private paradise of metal and vines, a strong fortress that protected precious relics, and a blessing from the gods.

Through the tiny cracks in the metal, he saw the pale eyebrows, which might have belonged to a baby.

It seems that he needs a pair of knives and forks, preferably able to chop up the soft flesh and tendons, so that he will not get into his teeth while enjoying the blessings.

[Wake up!] 】

This is the second time.

Erebus continued his scream, the sound of a piercing scrape of blades grinding against each other, boiling the ocean of souls, echoing over and over again in the ears of the sleeper.

He saw that the eyebrows were slowly wrinkled, as if a quiet dream had been struck to pieces, and the newborn branches were enjoying the glimmer of the morning, and they were shivering by the unreasonable cold wind.

Erebus smiled, and he continued.

【Wake up!!】 】

This is the third time.

Even the birds in the sky fell from the hoarse roar, and the sea of souls was turbulent, and the Vanguard and the Clerk clutched their ears tightly, their heads only feeling like they were slamming from side to side in their helmets.

The pale eyebrows were already twisted together, and their owners were still resisting, still trying in vain to stay in the wonderful dream, rejecting the coldness of reality.

Erebus was silent, he stopped yelling, he waited patiently until the waves of his soul had calmed down from his madness, until the whole world seemed to be at peace with it.

He waited until the light eyebrows in his vision slowly stretched out from the dead twist, and finally flattened completely, and it was clear that the dream had come again.

The Chief Priest curled his lips into genuine joy at what was next, and he turned his voice into a pure scream, a sonic spear capable of piercing any brain.

This is the last time.

[Wake up!! 】

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Finally, the thing opened its eyes.

She woke up.

——————

The slaughter began.

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The first to fall was the Vanguard.

The veteran had just recovered from his dizziness and was carefully admiring the stunned expressions of the dead two in a playful manner, which was his terrible hobby, but then, Astarte's superhuman senses made him realize something.

"Pastor!"

He screamed, but before the call for help was complete, an invisible force struck from the void, first the head, then the chest, arms, and legs, and the heavy warrior was pulled into the air, crushed inch by inch, like a pinched milk jug, and blood fell to the ground in large strands.

The clerk watched all this in horror, but soon felt a cold wind passing through his body, and he lowered his head with difficulty, only to see blood flowing from his knees, and then a piercing pain.

Eribus's gun was smoking, and he turned around and ran as he glanced at the henchman he had shot through the knee with his own hand, and was pulled apart by his invisible hand.

He ran faster and faster, faster and faster, and he ran desperately through the dense forest and bones, the wind tearing in his ears, and the speed of the flight surprised even himself.

Faster, farther and farther, faster, higher, faster, faster......

Wait a minute?

He finally reacted.

Erebus looked down and saw a shattered corpse lying in the most inconspicuous corner, from the skull to the abdomen, from the arms to the toes, every inch of it had been smashed into powder by some violent force.

He even thought the corpse was a little familiar.

Then, he realized, it was himself.

Erebus's soul looked around blankly, and then he felt pain, not physical, but soul, torn apart by a furious force of rage, like a hurricane swallowing clouds.

Before he could scream, the vile little creature was crushed at random, like a bed bug that had been trampled to death by accident, unremarkable.

At the last moment, he only realized that the vague sound in the void was becoming clear, he realized that it was a boundless mockery, he only realized that it was not a gift, not even a gaze.

That's just ridicule.

——————

Morgan woke up.

She was woken up.

Therefore, she was very irritable and a little ignorant.

Memories came like a flood of water, washing her well-ordered brain into pieces, and she suddenly remembered some fierce sounds, the screams and roars of thousands of lives, and then she screamed in dissatisfaction, and those voices disappeared.

She began to move her limbs, only to find them fragile and stubby, and it took a while before she managed to get to her feet.

She felt empty, curious, and hungry.

She was hungry and she needed something to eat.

The dream-like memory appeared intermittently, and it guided her to reach out to her consciousness, and a few wisps of nothingness wandering in mid-air were easily grasped by her.

It's the soul.

Her brain immediately told her that.

She'd eaten, and while she was still asleep, she had eaten hundreds of the same things, but they didn't seem exactly the same as the one in front of her.

She looked closely, but found that one of the five void foods seemed to be exceptionally filthy and ugly, but very attractive.

Driven by hunger, she opened her mouth anyway.

Well......

Delicious taste that I never imagined.