The hand of fate.

Erebus used to boast so.

As the Chief Priest of the Bearers, he was from the home planet of the Seventeenth Legion's genetic protogenone Loga, Colchis.

And this term also comes from the ancient belief of Colchis, which means "the one who is under the attention of the gods".

Yes, despite the fact that Loga burned all of this ancient faith during the conquest of Colchis, and wrote the Word of the Lord of Men during the Great Expedition, Erebus was a big fan of the ancient faith of Colchis.

This strange, ancient, and omnipotent belief has laid the blood of countless loyalists on the road ahead of Erebas.

His gaze seemed to penetrate the veil of fate to see the dark future of destruction.

His dark mind, which harbors countless tricks, contains the collapse of the entire human empire.

Until Erebus followed the distant prophecy of the Blood Lord and returned to the City of Perfection.

He saw the majestic figure favored by the Blood Throne.

See... The hand of fate that will end his fate.

……

Buzz –

The Breaking Stance unleashed a glittering electric glow on the massive power punch, and the buzzing high-powered noise symbolized its danger.

Along with the dazzling sun, it was obscured.

At this moment, everyone's pupils constricted.

"Tell me, Bearer."

The faint blue light reflected the indifferent face of the Great Shore's genetic primordial, and the clattering of her clenched fists symbolized her attitude.

"Again, what prophecy drew you into?"

The bloody momentum of a terrifying beast burst from Elaine's form, and the remnants of war crawling out of the mountains of corpses and blood of the Sadistic God Domain still seemed to linger beside her, causing even the mortal cultists around her to tremble and kneel in fear.

For the four-meter-tall genetic protogen, Astarte, who is incomparably more majestic than ordinary people, looks extremely small at this moment.

Even Erebus could barely hold back the urge to kneel tremblingly.

And the increasingly clenched power fist also made Erebus panic.

At this moment, this filthy-hearted chief priest didn't even have the courage to question the Lord of the Twelfth Legion in front of him.

"That, that... That, adult... You are..."

"I... I'm just nearby... Got the news that you're coming here..."

Erebus stumbled to explain, his gaze never taking off the shattered battle scars of the original genogen, but still glittering with the light of death.

Even his body trembled unconsciously and took half a step back, although he wanted to turn around and run away immediately - but the terrifying aura of the genetic protogen in front of him would never allow him to leave, and the inferior plan he had just built in his brain was completely blank in the face of this fear of death.

Elaine's gaze remained cold, but her fists clenched even tighter.

In an instant, an indescribable cold filled Erebus's back, and a harbinger of death almost appeared before his eyes—flesh and blood crumbling, bones torn apart, and even his own soul meaninglessly...

Cold sweat continued to slide down Erebus's scripture-strewn bald head, and he looked up at the genoplasm in front of him, his brain racing at high speed trying to find answers.

The genogen from Nukeria seems to be spoiling her offspring...

"Ahh Yes! Yes, the Twelfth Legion... It was the Twelfth Legion that informed you in advance of the imminent arrival of the City of Perfection... So I came early... Pick up... Pick up... We're up to you! ”

As if thinking of something, a hint of happiness appeared on Erebas's sly face, and the face engraved with scripture was twisted into a pattern by his flattering funny smile.

Ugly.

"I see."

As if persuaded by Erebus's words, the indigo electric glow of the Power Fist slowly dissipated.

Seeing this scene in front of him, the chief priest secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and countless twisted and dirty schemes resurfaced in his mind.

He swore that the humiliation he had received today would be brought back a hundredfold, a thousandfold by the Lord of the Twelfth Legion.

However, before Erebus could fully relax, Elaine's cold voice rang out again.

"But I didn't sense my legion at all."

"You're lying, Bearer."

Under Erebus's incredulous gaze, the giant hand of the genogen covered his vision.

The lead priest was stabbed by Elaine: the Iron Hand Armor had squeezed Erebus's runic skin into a twisted shape, and the force of its inviolable force had crushed his hard skull to the point of shattering, and the bloody aura and blazing red sand of the Apocalyptus of the Apocalyptus were still remnants in the cracks, and the clattering cracking stance slowly activated in Erebus's terror.

"I've heard of the city of Loja... The world he controls is so peaceful that I can even sense the purity in everyone's heart. ”

The unstoppable giant hand was wrapped in an arc of dissolving positions, slowly clenching in Elaine's indifferent voice.

"And you... The malice and darkness in your heart, Bearer, are like filth on a blank piece of paper. ”

"Dramatically."

Flesh is cracking, despair is spreading.

The arc of the splitting stance was tearing open Erebus's skin as the progenitor gripped inch by inch, and the archpriest's strangled part was even pressed into five blood holes by the progenitor's tremendous force, and the shattered cheekbones and incredulous eyes were incomparably noticeable under the blue light.

Severe pain, endless severe pain.

Aside from the indifferent elaboration of the genogen, Erebus felt nothing but unspeakable pain and despair.

"No, no... No!! How can it be... How is this possible, this must be a misunderstanding! ”

"You can't kill me... I am the Chief Priest of the 17th Legion!! ”

The hysterical rant symbolized the madness of the chief priest, who could not believe that his life as the hand of fate would end at this moment.

"There is no misunderstanding."

"It's just... You are not worthy. ”

The comical sight of her snatching the Astarte like a chicken, even though she only had one arm at this point, no one doubted the terrifying power of the genetic protogen.

“… No, no! Not ——! Get out of my head... Get out of my head!! ”

Erebus tried to frantically struggle, but all he got was the desperation of the splitting stance that had eroded his flesh and bones inch by inch, and... The panic of the filthy soul in the depths of the soul being scrutinized and probed by the other party.

Needless to say, all of his thoughts and past were unearthed by the genogen in some incomprehensible way.

From his taking the name of 'Erebas' to his alien heart when the Lord of Mankind came...

And the fanatical belief in the four gods of the starry sky...

In the gap between the five giant fingers, Erebus could barely see Elaine's gilded eyes overflowing with disgust and hatred.

At this moment, the surrounding mortals were already trembling and prostrating, whispering and singing the scriptures of the "Book of Sacred Words" created by the Lord of the Seventeenth Legion.

In their eyes, the conversation between the angels and the gods was far beyond their imagination.

Since it is the son of the gods who wants to judge the angels, how can mortals try to know the truth?

In fact, Elaine didn't care what they thought.

The filthy Chaos stain in front of him was already too pronounced, and the extremely filthy man named 'Erebus' was also the thread of fate under the gaze of the four gods of Chaos.

As long as he exists, the contamination of chaos will haunt the Seventeenth Legion.

In any case, it is impossible to let him leave alive.

The same is true of that Colfaron.

As for Loga... Presumably, the father who is in common with this brother, the emperor of mankind will give him a reasonable explanation.

Although Elaine didn't understand why the subspace storm pulled by the blood god would throw him here, maybe it was the layout of the staggered time, or maybe it was the distant golden sun and his common will-

But there's no time left to think about it so much.

Elaine looked indifferently at the head priest who was frantically struggling in front of her.

She knew that future chaos would not end with Erebas's death.

There must be more chaos to come, and there must be more unknown dangers.

Elaine sensed the gathering of several teams of Whisperers gathering towards the growing agitation of the crowd, and her power punch still flashed with an arc of power to break her stance.

Time is running out.

- [Don't be afraid of the winds and waves of the unknown route, because we have already driven on it.] 】

Suddenly, the whisper of the old boatman came slowly from among the stars.

It was as if he was watching all this all the time.

【… Oh, yes. 】

Some of the worries in the heart of the original gene dissipated at this moment.

The real enemy is not a chaotic chess game.

Time is the real enemy.

And now is the perfect time to weed out the source of chaos.

Don't miss it lightly.

"It's not that I invaded your soul... It's that your soul is so filthy that even the heart of a space pirate is purer than yours. ”

The thick, cold power fist clenched, inch by inch, exerting tremendous pressure on Erebus's face—so much so that his skull was twisted and deformed under the terrifying force, but the powerful force control of the original gene did not cause him to die instantly.

"My appearance... It's the aftermath of a war that shouldn't be known. ”

"Obviously, you know something you shouldn't know."

The increasingly cold words grew ethereal, lingering even in the ears of every mortal in the square.

Although everyone did not understand this, the sentence of Astarte by the genetic prototype was already a miracle at this time.

[Erebus.] 】

[The filthy heretics lurking in the Seventeenth Legion... A traitor who was crowned chief priest but secretly plotted to turn his back on the empire. 】

The cold voice under the resonance of the mind became clearer and clearer, until anyone in the entire Perfect City heard the verdict from the genetic protogen.

Even Astarte, who had just arrived, was stunned.

They watched as the Chief Priest was held by the one-armed Genogen, filthy blood spilling from his glittering power fist.

As the group of Whisperers tried to pass through the crowd, the endless images from psychic empathy brought their footsteps to a halt for a moment.

That's what Erebus is all about.

Birth, upbringing, adulthood, and his thoughts and ideas, and his tricks and sordid beliefs...

[Perhaps you are glad that the darkness in your heart has never been discovered by others, but the Empire will never tolerate any flame of rebellion. 】

[Now, this flame has been known to your fighting brothers.] 】

[Even my brother and his legion will not tolerate your existence. 】

[Filthy faith like yours... It's not a pity to die. 】

By this time, Erebus was struggling in a frenzied state, and he had no idea why the prophecy of the Blood Throne would bring him death.

"No, no...!! I'm not a traitor... I'm not...!! ”

"You can't judge me, you're just the genetic prototype of the Twelfth Legion, and you're not qualified to judge the Chief Priest of the Seventeenth Legion!"

The frantic and hysterical rant symbolizes the last pride of the chief pastor.

Yes, he is clearly the destined Hand of Fate, and will be used as a noble existence that brings endless chaos to the galaxy, even those four gods will not ignore their own life and death, because the role and value of the Hand of Fate are unparalleled for them - unlike the false human pseudo-emperor, this ancient and powerful faith will never turn its back on itself, and the Seventeenth Legion and their battle brothers will inevitably accept the new fate of mankind together with the Hand of Fate, Erebas-

Bang!

Bang bang bang!!

The smoke of the bombs tore through the silence of the square.

Erebus's pupils constricted.

Several blast wounds appeared on his body, and blood seeped from the trembling power armor.

Several groups of bearers were silent, lowering the muzzles of their guns that were still emitting smoke.

As the guardians of the human empire, these Astartes have no right to intervene in this trial of traitors.

But as Space Marines of the Seventeenth Legion, their position is obvious enough.

It is not a pity for a traitor to die.

Even if it was a lead pastor.

[If that brother of mine is entrusted with a heavy duty to a scum like you. 】

[So... The slow progress of his great expedition may be explained. 】

Elaine's voice lacked emotion, like a winter in the mountains of Nukeria.

"No, no, you can't ——!!!!"

Click.

The humming cracking stance overshadowed Erebus's hysterical wail, the crisp sound of flesh and bone tearing continued to echo in the slowly clenched giant palm, sticky and dirty blood slowly flowed out of it, and the blue light of the splitting stance evaporated in the next moment, faintly able to peek into the fingers of the ugly face that was already extremely hideous, distorted and deformed, almost invisible, and bloodshot eyes were forced out under this terrifying force, The filthy dough engraved with the profane runes was also mixed into a meaningless mass of sticky flesh.

Bang——!

Until the heavy power fist clenched so hard that Erebus's head was completely crushed by force.

Dripping blood and brain tissue burst open like pulp, mixed with sticky and filthy filth that flowed slowly down the headless corpse of the former chief priest.

Like his squalor was innate.

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