The magnetic heavy boot, which was mixed with plasma and dirty brain tissue, lifted again, and the viscous plasma that flowed on the sharp teeth of the chainsaw slowly dripped off.

The demon that had taken over the Iron Warrior's body had been banished back to the subspace, and what awaited it would be the endless wrath of the Blood God.

Elaine stared indifferently at the wreckage in front of her and the mess around her, and she could vaguely find the broken corpses and skulls of several mechanical priests in the scattered filthy corpses.

However, there is no trace of Redjak.

There is a story about this great sage who is too bold and reckless...

Elaine will make him pay a harsher price than his life.

……

After confirming that the demon had been banished, Elaine slowly approached the crimson apothecary who had been struck down by Salam.

At this moment, his tattered power armor was oozing blood everywhere, and some fragments of bones and internal organs could be faintly glimpsed, and the life support system that was still maintained was constantly injecting various potions of efficient recovery, but his body was already unable to move after experiencing rapid regeneration.

Astarte, who had long since lost his mind, roared wildly, and there was no doubt that he regarded the majestic figure before him as a new enemy, and although his limbs could no longer move, he roared at his mother like a wounded beast.

"Impudent!"

Seeing this, Karn and the other Primordial Guards rushed forward, the engines of several chainsaw axes roaring.

"Mother, please step down and let us deal with this traitor!"

Several Astartes wanted to rush forward and immediately execute the mad brother, but their mother's sigh stopped them instantly.

"He... And not a traitor. ”

With that, the majestic genetic prototype gently leaned down, staring at the turbidity and madness in the pupils of the unyielding heir in front of him.

“… His loyalty, unquestionable. ”

Elaine whispered softly, like a true lioness guarding calves, and the coldness and cruelty of Fang Cai completely melted into maternal gentleness at this moment.

Yes, she knows what the heir in front of her has gone through, and she knows what the heir in front of her has done.

His name was Aisha and he was a pharmacist in the 88th Pharmacy Company. This heir is the warrior who sends back a call for help, despite his pharmacist... But he never showed the slightest fear of the demon that suddenly took over his companion's body, and he still stood tall after all the accompanying Astartes fell to Salam's power sword.

Maybe it's the stubborn will that sustains him, maybe the anger that comes from the depths of his blood consumes him, or both.

Regardless, Aisha has endured unimaginable battles, and he is alone in the face of enchanted Space Marines possessed by ancient demons - especially a sadistic demon who is skilled in fighting, and although the Genoplasm has effortlessly banished him back to subspace, the deaths of the two teams of Astarte and the accompanying Technocratic Priest are a symbol of Salam's undeniable terrifying prowess.

Even though he was repulsed again and again by the enemies in front of him, even though his will was constantly consumed by anger and madness, this unyielding battle rage held his tenacious and broken body to the last moment.

Now, even though the anger from pain still supported Aisha's fighting spirit, he could not move for half a minute.

Elaine knew why.

Even though Astarte's strong body that could fight tenaciously for a hundred years was strong enough, and even though the Sons of the Mountains could easily regenerate limbs, this Astarte's tough bones and muscles had long been overwhelmed by the face-to-face battle with the sadistic demons, and this extreme intensity of combat had almost completely crushed his body, and no matter how tenacious his will was, the battle was over.

- In his body... There are no more intact bones.

Although his will has been completely consumed by anger at the moment, his loyalty cannot be questioned.

Because only faith in the emperor and the genetic prototype can sustain an Astarte to fight to such a point.

Now, Elaine can still clearly feel the phantom torture that Aisha has experienced, and the feelings and sorrows of this heir still echo in the sea of her soul for a long time.

Suddenly, a miracle happened.

"Mother..."

Under the gentle sigh of the Mother of Genes, a faint hoarse voice appeared as if by miracle.

Aisha's bloodthirsty, cloudy pupils froze, and the Astarte's consciousness, which had fallen into the abyss, was clear at this moment—he saw everything in front of him.

He saw the relief in his mother's eyes, he saw the vigilance of the Primordial Guards, he saw the broken chainsaw axe that came out of his hand... And then there's the enemy who is completely dead: Aisha doesn't relent until the death of the Annihilator is confirmed.

Endless thoughts resurfaced in an instant, and the tiny migratory bird that had been cared for in its mother's spiritual harbor crawled up the reef, but it was already covered in bruises.

"I'm here, Aisha."

"I'm always there for you."

Whispering the name of the heir in her arms, Elaine's gilded eyes faintly showed a hint of sorrow.

At this moment. Everyone but Elaine were shocked - they were amazed that there was room for survival in this extreme madness, and even Karn was amazed, after all, even though he had known that this curse from his mother's blood would lead them to an unknown dark future, but now... Miracles do happen.

Aisha, however, knew. There is a price to be paid for this miracle.

He learned the truth in endless visions. He saw every figure who had escaped into the sea of souls, and he saw the end of the illusion - in the midst of that ruined and tragic bleak future, he finally understood why their Mother of Genes had given the Children of the Mountains almost infinite tolerance and mercy from the beginning.

It was the petite figure huddled in the nurturing chamber who bore the fate of inevitable tragedy for all the sons of the mountains, and it was she who forcibly diverted the Twelfth Legion from its path to the abyss.

This curse in the bloodline... It was not the tragic fate that their mothers brought them, but the endless pain of childbirth that they brought to their mothers.

To do this, Aisha saw her mother take on heavy responsibilities that they could far from imagine.

"Mother... I finally know what you've done for us. ”

"I want you... Don't carry such a burden for me anymore. ”

"Anyway... Please also grant me eternal rest. ”

Aisha's hoarse voice revealed a hint of begging.

He still knew the truth, the endless madness still filled his mind, the endless pain and anger still tormented him, and the last light came only from the Mother of Genes who bore all his suffering and suffering—a proud warrior who could endure endless pain and suffering, but could not accept that he would be a burden to his mother.

Now, Aisha is only begging for her soul to return to her mother's gentle haven. - Even though the Butcher's Nail in this universe has long been destroyed, the tragic fate that stems from the cursed history is still inherited from the war dogs, also from their genetic prototypes, the same... Inevitable.

The chainsaw axe, named 'Bloodchild', was slowly raised.

The mother's compassionate gaze and the heir's pleading gaze met at this moment.

"Good work, my child."

"May your soul return to peace."

The remaining warm blood splattered instantly.

The faithful soul also rests in the gentle harbor of the heart.

……

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