Robert Killiman looked at the fallen Ultramarine, feeling a wave of confusion. The man was lying on the ground, his face almost terrifyingly pale, his eyes closed and covered in blood.

Killiman stared at the face, instinctively sensing something was wrong. His keen sense of observation came into play again at this point - he knew what everyone in the First Warband looked like, and this man

Who is this person? Why didn't he have the slightest impression of this man?

Killiman lowered his head and looked back at the blood-stained armor, and after a moment of observation, he came to a conclusion that he himself could not believe. And the diagnosis of pharmacist Misia also happened to end at this moment.

"Primordial, Marius Warlord needs to rest." Misia looked up at Kiliman. "He-"

"-Misia, what did you just call him?" Killiman frowned and interrupted him.

The latter stared blankly at him, not understanding what his original body meant, and then, after a brief silence, another man took over the job.

"He's Master Marius Gage, the Original. Don't you remember? ”

With a sense of agitation, Robert Killeman turned his head away. He immediately recognized who was speaking. Vladi Arndt, a sergeant in the 3rd Company, is adept at fire suppression and possesses a rationality that is far superior to that of the others.

He nodded to the sergeant, "Glad to see you're safe, Vlady. ”

"I'm glad to see you're okay, but why-" The sergeant gestured incomprehensibly. "—Don't you remember the war leader?"

Robert Killiman lowered his head and looked again at Marius Gage, whom his heirs had called.

He carefully observed the man lying on the ground, his eyes closed, and a sharp sound like nails rubbing against glass sounded in his head. The pain that had disappeared before came back in this instant.

The knife-like fog rose again, and Killman's cheeks inevitably twitched. He clenched his fists, trying to avoid his pain being discovered, but was unsuccessful.

A warm stickiness rushed out of his nostrils, and the sergeant then rushed forward: "Original! ”

Kiriman weakly raised a hand, motioning for him not to support himself.

He held the rock wall with his dominant hand, and the force of the power fist caused deep holes to appear in the rough surface of the stone. The Lord of Maculag gasped, a slight grunt in his throat.

- Yes, Marius Gage, yes.

How could he forget, how could he forget.? Killiman gritted his teeth in pain, and more blood poured out of his nostrils, bleeding incessantly. He gasped violently, trying to recall every detail, every conversation about Marius Gage.

These things were kept in the back of his memory, and he and his children were like friends, brothers, and relatives — and the complicated relationship did not affect their precious affection for each other.

Killiman wrote all of this down, he was a doer, but he still allowed himself to keep these precious flashes.

And now one of his treasures is his memory.

It's passing.

The moment goes by without stopping.

"No, no, I don't allow it!"

Robert Killiman whispered, his own hand of dominance snapping at the entire rock wall in an instant. The rocks tumbled down and fell to the ground, echoing in the void between the collisions.

Vladix Arndt and the others watched cautiously at their original form, not understanding what was really happening.

After a brief pause, Killiman turned his head, and he looked at Marius Gage again, at his First War Leader—a face he had just remembered and was now completely unfamiliar.

He only remembered the name, he remembered Marius Gage, he remembered the commander of the First War, but he couldn't connect the two terms. Grief howled, his head tilted back, and Killiman trembled.

The sergeant of the 3rd Company finally couldn't take it anymore, and he stepped forward and tried to talk to the original body: "My lord, what the hell are you-"

"—I forgot who he was." Kiliman replied in a low voice. "I forgot who Marius Gage was, and I couldn't remember it."

At this moment, Vladj Arndt's expression looked as if he didn't understand Gothic, and he let out a faint response, and Killiman had already turned his head to look at the apothecary.

His gaze was so serious that the pharmacist immediately felt a pang of painful bewilderment.

Although he didn't know what the original was trying to do, he puffed up his chest and accepted Robert Killiman's scrutiny. A full half minute passed before the primordial forms of the Ultramarines spoke again.

"You pharmacist, what's your name?"

"I—" The apothecary's hands trembled, and he couldn't give an answer. Robert Killiman reacted even more than he did, and the original body gasped violently. The sergeant who had been standing beside him immediately held him up, but Killiman tried to get him to let go—the struggle was so light that Vlady Arndt was terrified.

"I'm forgetting about you." The Lord of Macurag spoke slowly. "I don't know why, but I'm forgetting that you're Marius Gage first, and then you, the pharmacist, what's your name?"

"I" Misia sounded as if she was dead. "I'm the pharmacist of the First Company, Misia, the Proto."

"I've forgotten two people." Killiman spoke in a low voice.

"Who knows if I've forgotten more? My memories are ticking, and it's surprisingly fast. Just a few minutes ago I remembered who Misia was, and now, I don't know anything about him except his name. If this symptom is allowed to develop, I think sooner or later I will forget about all of you. ”

Silence, dead silence. In the end, it was Vlady Arndt who forced himself to speak with his extreme rationality.

At this moment, the sergeant's face looked as if it had aged many years out of thin air, and it was extremely haggard. With a smile on his face, he nodded towards his Primordial, "That means we can't waste any time, right, Primordial?" ”

“.”

"Primordial?"

Robert Killiman looked at the sergeant in silence and asked him a question in the latter's cheek-twitching despair: "Who are you?" ”

Vlady Arndt's pride, the reason that had made him boast after he was drunk, 'I'm closer to the original than you,' is gone, and there is a man standing there on the verge of collapse.

Killiman stood up, the screeching sound of fingernails grinding against glass in his ears, never to stop, never before.

He looked at everyone present—some he recognized, others he had forgotten. Some of the Ultramarines without helmets are now pale, like their cousins from the Eighth Legion.

Killeman was amazed at his rationality at the moment: Why should I still care about such a thing?

He didn't have an answer, he just knew he was forgetting—for a moment, everything was gone. The billowing mist swept in, rushing out of the dark corners he couldn't see or touch, wrapping around his face, layer upon layer, until it suffocated him.

Killiman fell to his knees, blood billowing from his nostrils, mixed with cerebrospinal fluid and brain tissue, the former of which could still be interpreted as the after-effects of the concussion, but the latter was almost impossible from a medical point of view.

Misia stared at it all with a shudder, unable to react in any way. Fortunately, the heavy sound of the original body falling to the ground woke the sergeant, and Frady immediately rushed over to pick him up, but Kiliman did not react.

There was nothing in his blue eyes now, and after a few minutes he slowly raised his head, an inhuman rage converging on that face.

"Who are you?!"

Kiriman yelled at one of his sons and shook his hand away. "Where's Captain Melotus?! Tell him to come to me, immediately! ”

He stood up and smashed the rock with a wave of his arm—not like Robert Killiman used to be, he had always mastered his power so well that even shaking hands with a mortal wouldn't hurt him.

But what about him now? He looked almost like he was—like a moving one

Act of God.

"Send someone to the Arch of Proana! And the Senate! Surround them! The others went with me to the Archon's Palace! How dare they rebel? How dare they try to murder my father? ”

Howling in despair and rage, the Primordial burst into the darkness, and the Ultramarines did not hesitate to step away and try to catch up, but were stopped.

"Stop!" Vlaj Arndt raised his blaster with a pale face and fired a shot at the rock wall.

Rocks and dust rolled down, turning him to ashes. He looked as if he was dead, or maybe not - the Ultramarines watched him, time passed little by little, and in the end, Vlady Arndt's reason prevailed over everything.

"The original body's memory is having problems." The sergeant spoke rationally and desperately.

"Like he himself said, he's forgetting about us while the process is . Very quickly. He has even forgotten about his encounter with us. He now even thinks he's on a makurag. ”

"The words he had just said were the exact words he had spoken when his adoptive father, Master Connor Killman, was assassinated. I've heard this story from the original body, and he used it to warn us not to get carried away by anger like he did. And we must learn that lesson. ”

"What do we do, Sergeant?" The pharmacist asked, confused, his voice faint as the chirping of an insect.

"We. . We fight. Sergeant Vladi Arnt of the 3rd Company of the 1st Ultramarines said. We fight until we find him again, and then we will find a way to cure him. ”

After the update, it will probably be 10,000 tomorrow.

(End of chapter)