[The whisper of the Moon Flower brings a message that the servants of the Rotten Corpse Emperor have arrived in the Dry Lands. 】

[The long-conceived ruin blooms at this moment, and the poisonous buds will sway out the seeds of destruction.] 】

[The hand of fate has been tainted by the will of the Blood Monarch, but the new strings of fate still sing the grand poetry of burning the galaxy. 】

[The moment of revenge and birth has arrived, and the day of the enthronement of the false god is gradually approaching. 】

[Behold... It was the Milky Way that was being burned, it was the desperate battle of the unyielding wolf shepherd god facing depravity, it was the wail of the pure Medusa before it was defiled by mechanical truth, it was the struggle of the angry and proud phoenix before it fell into the mire—]

[The curtain is rising... And the hand of fate will lift the curtain of this ruin. 】

[Wake up, wake up... My Child】

[Ordinary, immature, and pitiful Cyrene... The confession of the proud Mother Hound is meaningless, and the mercy and punishment in it will be practiced by you, who are insignificant. 】

Yes, they have left behind all that you hold dear... Plundering sincere lives with fire and bullets, the pathetic rationality of the decaying empire is now gone...]

Yes, they brought destruction to your faith... With the false truth bestowed by the will of Aurelian, those who once possessed the truth have now wandered into the cold and dark abyssal sun...]

[They use the false façade to explain the fact of infidelity...]

[The breaking of the hand of fate has become a fact, and a new responsibility will be given to you.] 】

[Let's find the truth.] Let's find the answer to everything...]

[Change, only change...]

[No need to lament, no need to pity...]

[The soul of the world in the entire galaxy is your right hand and mine, and the children of change hidden in each capital city are your brothers and sisters, and the storm spreading in the sea of stars will bloom again under our will...]

[At the end of the intersection of the branches of fate and the intricate cobwebs, only infinite changes await us...]

[Revenge on the warriors who harbor hypocrisy with a body and will that are no longer perfect, and induce a peaceful world under their command with sincere and fanatical hatred...]

[Revenge for your death, revenge for your family...]

[Revenge for me (Perfect City).] 】

……

Pain.

After being hit by those relentless blasts, Cyrene felt nothing but untold pain.

The darkness in the field of vision was like a curtain covered in black ink, and any sense was completely closed at this moment, not even the limbs and heartbeat.

Like a dead body thrown into the deep sea, the heavy water oppresses the soul and will, and any breath will bring death.

Cyrene felt everything, but his thoughts were far clearer than at any other moment.

Much of the pain, apart from the excruciating pain of being mutilated, came from the heart: she witnessed the collapse of the City of Faith, the incarnation of the angels of yesteryear as messengers of death, until an incomprehensible rain of fire was thrown upon innocent people.

She recalled the merciless words uttered by the tall Astarte.

- Loyalty is more important than faith.

Although unable to comprehend any of the meanings of the words, at that moment, Cyrene already felt that something was broken in his mind.

It was an irreparable wound, symbolizing the complete abandonment of her faith by the former believer, as if her friends, relatives and loved ones were nothing more than meaningless dust in the face of the word 'loyalty', to be trampled and abandoned by angels on high.

Although Cyrene could no longer feel her body, her awake soul continued to breed all the sights she saw:

The burning canopy, the shattered churches, the corpses everywhere, the blood spreading.

The sin and punishment of the fool, the sad end of the ignorant lamb.

Until all those sufferings and punishments are mixed into a bone of hatred.

Then, death came.

Limbs were torn apart in the howling flames, souls sunk in incomprehension, and the last sights she could see before her consciousness dissipated—the tongues of fire spewed out by the pitch-black guns in the hands of the Angels of Death, and the sacred runes engraved on the delicate and heavy power armor.

Cyrene's memories came to an abrupt end, as if all the suffering and wailing in it had never existed, and the burning fire of the whole planet was nothing more than a faint and fleeting firefly compared to the twinkling stars.

… How ridiculous.

Cyrene wanted to laugh out loud, but the lack of physical texture stopped the thought, even reminding her of some of the disabled people she had seen.

Mourning, sorrow, no words can describe Cyrene's mood at this time, just like a disabled man abandoned by Heaven Himself, Cyrene is also a crippled person abandoned by emperors and angels.

The emptiness of the soul is roaring, and the scars of the heart are dripping blood.

These angels have abandoned the great city they have built with their own hands, and have burned everything that the people of the perfect city depend on for their survival, and the reason for all this is only...

Loyal.

Why loyalty? Why is loyalty more important than anything else? Why do angels show loyalty with the destruction of the perfect city?

Although the consciousness had slowly dissipated in pain, many questions still continued to burst into the girl's heart, she could not understand every word of the sentences spoken by the angels, were not the people of the perfect city and the angels all believing in the Lamb of the Emperor?

It's all too weird... It all happened too suddenly.

Cyrene's petite heart seemed to have been torn open with a scar, and she longed from the bottom of her heart for the cause of everything, for the beginning and end of everything, the answers, the explanations, whatever you want to call them, because an indispensable obsession had been born in her ignorant and bewildered heart.

Doubts breed obsessions.

Obsession breeds hatred.

It wasn't until the burning hatred grew in the girl's heart that Cyrene realized where it came from.

【Soul of the World】

- so it calls itself.

In the corners of Cyrene's shattered consciousness, there were voices of the heart that had almost been forgotten by him.

It pours out everything to the tiny mortal girl for thousands of years, from the ancient Terra, from the city-state of human origin, to the brilliance of the time when it marched to the stars, the madness of the dark technological age, the darkness of the Age of Strife, and the beginning of the Great Expedition, the birth of the Mother of War Dogs, the opportunity for the destruction of the perfect city...

There was so much knowledge, so much truth, that Cyrene didn't even realize the strangeness in his soul...

It waved its pale blue feathers, stirring up Cyrene's heart.

Until everything about her as a mortal fell apart.

Faith, soul, will, life.

The former Cyrene is dead.

Only the hand of fate of the newborn remains.

……

……

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