The roar of the promethium engine.

Bombs and the roar of plasma.

and the generosity of the faithful on their deathbed.

Incinerate, behead, behead, debone, trample.

Endless pain, endless roars.

Elaine felt it all.

Constantly.

……

Buzz——!!!

The chainsaw is roaring.

The sawtooth frantically wrapped around the heavy black sword in front of him, bursting out with countless fiery sparks every moment.

The terrifying figures of the Genetic Prototype and the Demon Prototype collided with each other like thunder in a storm, and the sound of battle cries and wheezing was all torn apart by this unparalleled divine power, and the most terrible natural disasters and the most crazy man-made disasters were staged at the same time, and the battlefield paved with flesh and blood corpses was also torn out by the aftermath of the battle.

Elaine's gilded eyes reflected Angron's hysterical madness.

Angelon's cloudy pupils were filled with only the glow of the blades intersecting.

Lingering between the incomparably majestic figures, there is only endless silence.

Each heavy clash of gold and iron sends a sharp buzz across the battlefield, and every wrestling hysteria brings spectacular scars to the scorched earth.

Countless people have questioned the power of the genetic prototype's extraordinary body that is four meters tall.

Needless to say, this bloody circle of war formed around the two is proof of this.

More hysterical than the madness that destroys reason in subspace, in this crazy battlefield like a meat grinder, the collision between gods has cleared an empty duel arena in the endless tide of artillery fire and flesh, and any existence that tries to meddle in it will be easily torn apart by the aftermath of the collision.

The Butcher's Nail is buzzing and pounding.

The sea of the mind is sowing pain.

……

Elaine once questioned himself as to why he started this war.

Is it revenge for the untold suffering? Is it to always entangle the blood feud of the fate of the genetic heirs?

There are many reasons for this war, but a single factor is by no means the reason for this almost life-threatening future.

Many could see a blazing fire in her gilded eyes, a blazing flame that had solidified into a substance in the sea of minds.

That is her will to walk from the dark swaddling clothes to the present.

In Elaine's transcendent vision, there was not only the crazy and unruly blade of the black sword, but also the endless pain contained in Anglon's cloudy pupils.

With each heavy blow of gold and iron, she could feel the endless exhaustion from the other party.

In the storm of pain that reverberated in the sea of her heart, she could feel the pain that gnawed at her reason all the time.

Yes, she had experienced this pain before. Only now the source of this pain is finally in front of him—this miserable man who has suffered so much, lost consciousness in torture and madness.

Lord of the Red Sands of Nukeria, Anglon.

Once, in the vision of a cursed future, this annoyance-eating affliction nearly completely crushed the young primordial mind.

Once a fragile will of a mortal, even if the body of a god who suddenly obtained the original genetic body, it is difficult to get rid of its inferiority.

She walked aimlessly into the dark future, not knowing why this tragic fate had befallen her.

After all, before that. She's just a mortal.

Until the divine golden light will redeem the young souls—from the mercy of the Lord of Mankind for every human being, and from the hope of a father for his offspring.

Since then, Elaine has learned the truth with great clarity.

- Even if it's a genoplasm... At heart, it's still human.

The small figure walking on the tragic fate of Angelon is slowly overlapping with the majestic and crazy figure at some point.

The answer to that question is obvious.

Responsibility dictates, that's all.

……

The shattered reason was being reassembled, and the cloudy and crazy eyes were becoming more and more awake.

Even if the thoughts were still incomplete and Hitomi was already scarlet, it was enough.

The heavy black blade of the Crimson Angel froze for a moment to bite at the chainsaw axe, and the terrifying swing that shattered the air had slowed.

“…… Why. ”

Angelon murmured softly.

The shattered consciousness barely raised a question, but the reason for the question was answered in a moment of endless suffering.

The shattered memories lost in the Scarlet Tide were all recovered at this moment, and the talent for linking pain was reactivated.

The shattered soul lost in the storm of pain has been reawakened, and even as the beating of the Butcher's Nail grows more hysterical, the unbearable madness and murder in it are shared in this moment.

The roaring pair of scarlet chainsaw axes in front of them, the Astartes from the Twelfth Legion around them, and the resolute determination in the sky that has not yet become the Conqueror.

Angron recognized them all.

He looked at the genetic prototype in front of him, which was very similar to himself, but very different.

He didn't understand why the other party wanted to revive his useless and pathetic person.

He didn't understand why the other party had to share the endless suffering that would never disperse for him.

Because no one remembers Nukeria's geist at all.

He had long since died in the valley where the blizzard was all day long, and he had long since died in the arms of his brothers and sisters.

Angelon was a corpse that had long been cold.

He is a slave to fate.

……

Their movements only stopped for a moment.

The fierce clash between the chainsaw axe and the black sword rippled into endless brilliant sparks in the next moment.

Elaine chuckled softly.

"Why?"

The swift form dodged the confused and heavy blades from the demonic primordial form, and the gilded and scarlet eyes met again.

"I'm thinking about that too."

"Is it meaningful for us to fight? Is the madness you have fallen into irreparable? ”

"None of these questions have answers."

Elaine's heavy steps stepped forward again, and the heavy axe and black sword with endless power collided with a terrifying impact that tore through the earth.

The numb knuckles still clenched the trigger, and the frantic roar of the chainsaw rang out again.

"Since you don't have an answer, you should give up..."

"You're running toward an inevitable fate."

"It will mock all your resistance, it will denigrate all your attachments..."

"Until your will and your body are no longer complete."

"Transformed into a wandering spirit that walks in the world..."

The black sword skillfully squeezed through the jagged teeth of the chainsaw axe, and in an instant, it turned into an unattainable afterimage and attacked Elaine.

The Red Angel's voice was a little tired, and he couldn't comprehend the flame of hope burning in the pupils of the 'self' in front of him.

"The moment I came into the world... I no longer believe in the inevitability of fate. ”

"Because I know. My appearance is the biggest variable in fate. ”

"All sorrow and tragedy can be changed—even if it may be futile, even if it may be a joke of fate."

"But it doesn't matter."

"For this pointless struggle, I would rather pay a heavier price than my life."

Buzz——!

The sharp sword of sadism was parried in time by another chainsaw axe, and its exaggerated hum was capable of rendering even any creature within a radius of several hundred meters audible.

At this moment, the two primordial bodies in the battle circle had turned into scarlet figures that were difficult for anyone to capture, and only the storm and thunder could describe the tremendous sound they made when they collided.

Unlike this almost beast-like crazy collision, their thoughts, which were linked together by similar talents, were slowly blending in the sea of minds at this moment, as if the two were the same existence in the first place.

【… I am so grateful to you for freeing my soul from being tormented by the Butcher's Nail, and I can feel the untold pain that fills your heart... You don't have to do that. 】

[Angelon, you know what I've done. I never regret this endless pain. 】

【… I know. But it will all be meaningless... I can't stay awake for long, and your offspring is dying. This war will only be a pointless stubborn resistance - the will of the blood god will crush you all. 】

[Nope.] Momentary pains are nothing compared to eternal torment, and the war is evaluated as meaningless in itself... It's a meaningful rebellion. 】

[Ignorance! The freedom to break free from a predestined fate is priceless, and you waste it on revenge against an irresistible force... I don't know what words to use to describe your madness - Elaine, your best option is to stay away from the tyrant, away from the Brass Throne, no longer under their control, no longer driven as slaves by these people...]

[My freedom comes from my ignorance and attachment. Angelon, since you know my past, you should also know why I'm attached to those people... Onomamus, War Dogs, Karn... They all have an incomparably important meaning in the inevitable destiny of you and me. 】

The Butcher's Nail buzzed in Angelon's brain again, and the chainsaw axe took the opportunity to cut through the black sword's impermeable block, the monomolecular sawtooth frantically tearing at the flesh of the demon's sturdy body.

Precious sanity is slipping away.

[Yes... I saw everything. I see your pain, I see your experience of being tormented by my future, I see your inner turmoil in the face of that tyrant, I see your helplessness in the face of the blood god's corrosion. So... Why, why are you now taking your cherished offspring back to me, a loser!? 】

The calm lakes of the Sea of Hearts rippled as Angelon roared in pain.

Oh, yes. From the beginning, Angelon did not understand why the 'self' in front of her would abandon her hard-won freedom, and why she took it upon herself to burn everything she cherished in this war as if she did not know the horror of the blood god and the ruthlessness of the human tyrant.

Why did she have to save her already broken soul from madness - to endure the torture of the Butcher's Nail, to endure the pain of all humanity on the battlefield, just to fulfill her heart's long-cherished wish to 'redeem Angelon'!?

Unreasonable.

Incomprehensible.

……

The scarlet canopy of the Sadistic God Domain reflected the dim light, and the bloody storm in it had turned into rolling waves at some point, the scarlet thunder burst out wantonly, the thick and oppressive rolling thunderclouds were mixed with the roar of the blood god, and between the confrontation between the two giant beast-like figures, the blood rain poured down, and the unspeakable madness had already torn the earth apart by the might, and the scarlet raindrops hit the tattered armor of both sides.

The war continues in the midst of bloodshed, and the roars and roars represent a confrontation between courage and madness.

“… You still have a chance to get out of here, to really get out of it all. ”

Angelon clenched the black sword, his eyes faintly radiating madness.

The war was simply worthless in his opinion.

It is impossible for anyone to fight the Blood God in the form of war, for even courage and resistance will add strength to the destructive power.

This surging emotion of generosity to death will even make the fear of abuse happy.

Just as the fool who tries to change his fate will always lead to a certain fate at the next crossroads, the rebellion against the being on the brass throne with war and courage will only usher in a never-ending tide of destruction.

Precious lives and resources are lost every moment in war, but the mountains of skulls are endless.

He is an entity of courage and killing.

He is the embodiment of war.

However, the Blood Angel's sincere advice was only echoed by the roar of the chainsaw engine and the short words.

“… No. ”

Elaine's tired gaze always revealed determination.

Yes, this war is undoubtedly slim.

Yet, in her vision, even as endless pain still eats away at her will, those souls destined to fall under the blasphemy of the Blood God have now been redeemed from the distant future.

The cold and dazzling golden sun is the slim hope that she and humanity can hold on to until now.

Any tragedy can be turned into meaningful loyalty, and any sacrifice will lead to a new future.

“… Is it. ”

Angelon slowly raised the blade of the black sword.

It seems that he can't learn more about the philosophy and persistence that this 'himself' adheres to.

The common link between the heart and the mind was severed by the vicious encroachment of the nails, and the chains from the blood god still left him with more regrets after all.

At all times, wherever and foremost, Angelon was a slave from beginning to end and never changed.

Anger and madness burned again in his eyes, and sobriety and reason were swallowed up by filth.

The Blood Angel turned the regret into the most sincere blessing and gave it to her who was still rebelling against fate.

Maybe... She really has a chance to change the doomed tragedy.

His hoarse voice suppressed a roar that was about to burst out, until the last words were slowly spat out.

“… Good luck. ”

The will that was not tenacious also fell apart at this moment.

……

"Actually..."

"I'm too, a ghost trapped by regret and the past."

Elaine whispered softly.

But the roar of the chainsaw muffled her voice.

……

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