"It's... Which? ”

The think tank, Barney, looked around in bewilderment at the strange and dark surroundings around him.

His thin, tired limbs were soaked in an unknown liquid, a pale blue mist seemed to haunt him, and his keen sense of smell could even smell the faint smell of decay.

He seems... Blinded by unknown visions.

Barney thought to himself. The incomprehensible visions around him were beyond his comprehension...

In the last second, he was clearly still fighting the filthy alien psyker, and the clear projection reflected in the subspace also gave him a cold touch at all times.

However, the sight in front of him turned into infinite darkness in an instant as Barney tried to swim into the depths of the sea of souls, and the terrified roar of the enemy psyker in the previous second came to an abrupt end.

Yes, it doesn't stop at the beginning, but continues to swim into the deep turbulence of subspace.

Because the think tanks of the Twelfth Legion knew that the soul link of the gene prototype had greatly strengthened their psionic energy, and the think tanks were no longer afraid of the use of psionic energy, the panic and trembling of cruising in the sea of souls were all dissolved in the warm arms of the mother, and the former awe of the subspace gradually became unscrupulous. Like schools of fish swimming freely in familiar waters, they no longer fear predators from the depths of the starry sky, because their mother always shelters and guides their swimming, and the cold touch of drawing psionic energy from subspace is no longer harsh, but keeps the minds of think tanks clear and sane at all times.

But now...

Barney felt a faint sharp pain lingering in his mind, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, constantly eating away at his brain, and the sharp pain that kept buzzing like a nail was constantly eating away at his former sobriety and sanity.

[I—Who am I...? 】

Suddenly, doubts and ambiguities appeared in Barney's mind, but he had no idea why.

[I—Where am I...? 】

A hazy consciousness seemed to envelop the think tank's rational mind, and he looked at everything in front of him in great panic - and this panic was born for no reason.

*Hehehe...*

*See... It's funny. Her heir came as promised... Just like her destined fate...*

A vague murmur began to ring in Barney's ears, but the sarcastic whisper quietly dissipated as it melted into his consciousness.

"What's going on..."

Who's talking, who's it!?

The delicate and delicate voice vibrated for no apparent reason, and Barney realized after a moment that the voice came from him, and the rational thinking of the think tank was gradually corroded by the panic and despair that spread.

He tried to make a sound, but his immature vocal cords did not respond to his command, and he could barely get a glimpse of the Roman numerals on the adamantite cabin, XII.

Barney didn't know what he was looking for, but a vague trace of remorse kept coming to his mind...

* The Great Mother tries to shelter her offspring, but insists that it will change their fate...*

* Fatemaker... It will surely usher in the reward of fate at the next crossroads...*

*How ridiculous, how pathetic...*

A vague and indescribable whisper rang out again, but Barney was in a deep panic of the unknown, as if all caution and composure had been stripped of him after he plunged into the sea of souls.

The tenacity of the heart that originated from Astarte is as fragile as a reed floating in a field.

* She was wrong from the start... This endless illusion of reincarnation haunted her from the beginning...*

* She is destined to regret the change. Her kindness and mercy will turn into a new destiny for her children, so they will eventually swim against the turbulence of time...*

* Someday, we will reunite at the crossroads of fate... O pathetic traveler of another world. *

*Hehehe... Then let him take a look... Let them all see, this cursed knowledge, the decaying future that is about to die...*

The soft whisper of a feather was fleeting, and Barney's consciousness seemed to dive into the deep sea again.

In his hazy sleepy consciousness, he seemed to see countless figures similar to him swimming fast or slowly in the turbulent soul of the Supreme Heaven, in which the intimacy of blood and soul were linked together made him extremely familiar, just like his fighting brother...

When the scarlet eyes barely opened again, Barney was awakened by an indescribable pain—the crazy roar that had just drilled and gnawed at his brain and consciousness was magnified a thousand times, and the pain of biting and eating away at his soul was difficult for even Astarte to endure, all his thoughts and consciousness were replaced by primitive impulses of destruction, and countless wild roars were unleashing endless anger in his ears.

In a trance, a new scene appeared in front of his eyes.

The bloody arena of red sand, the frenzied cheers and shouts from mortals on the towering round platforms around it, and the endless roars and spikes that always come from the back of the head.

And in front of you... The mangled corpses that looked like they had been torn apart by a raging beast, the plasma and entrails were covered in red-hot sand like floodgates.

For some reason, looking at the unrecognizable human corpse in front of him, Barney felt a wave of grief and pain that burst from his heart.

"Onomamus..."

The dull hoarse vocal cords trembled like thunder.

The condensed emotions seemed to have reached a certain boundary, and Barney's consciousness that was no longer tenacious and tenacious was blurred again, and countless images began to flash in front of his eyes—

The majestic body that connects many gladiators in grief, the angry beast that devours the city, and the unrepentant fighter who resists to the death in the snowy mountains.

and, the broken spirit that was dragged back to the world by the golden figure.

Strange or familiar scenes continued to emerge after that, Karn, Greer, the faces that were once familiar to him also kept appearing in front of his eyes, but the pain and anger that always lingered in his thoughts and brains never dissipated, the bloodthirsty impulse replaced all the good things he knew, and the broken soul of grief and anger was dragging the tired figure into death.

The weight of his soul was eating away at Barney's soul, and his vision seemed to rise to the ground in an endless rage before his consciousness was completely dissolved.

And in the shadows and illusions of the shattered ships of the past, an incomparably familiar figure seemed to emerge in front of him.

The quaint scepter in his hand shimmered with a dark blue glow of psionic energy, and his terrified face was filled with endless fear.

yes, that guy... It looks like it's me.

In the roar of the chainsaw axe, the sharp pain and bloodthirsty impulse that hummed in the brain all the time came to an abrupt end.

Barney slowly closed his overly tired eyes.

The last consciousness of the think tank dissipated.

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