Orl Pesson, or Oraniez Pesson, is thinking.

The former is an abbreviation of the latter, and Oranius is an excessively long name, which is difficult to write and even more troublesome to read. He had been known as Ur Persson for many years, but for how long, he couldn't really tell.

To describe it like this, it is very strange for an ordinary retired soldier. It's a pity that he's not, he's a branch of the human race, a branch with mystical talents.

In the past, they were called immortal people, and others bowed down in awe, believing them to be gods. Ur Person disagrees with either statement.

First, he doesn't think that there really are immortal things in the world, and second, they are not gods, they are just a bunch of immortals. Some people may think that this is a terrible thing, but unfortunately, for Ur Pesson, it is a curse.

Living long will bring you nothing, nothing but painful memories.

He met some people, separated from them, then met more, and then separated again

He has lived too long, but his memory is not very good, and most of his life has long been forgotten by him. It may be some kind of self-preservation mechanism so that he will not be overwhelmed by great grief, or it may simply be because he refuses to accept it.

To this day, he doesn't even know his real age, and he can only guess.

In the lower cabin of the Glory of Macurag, in one of the rooms he had been assigned, Ur Pesson wrote with a pencil a number, 45,000, on a piece of paper classified as the D-3 model.

room, because of his status as a retired soldier, and because he saved some people in the Cowes War, gathered a not too small army force, and fought side by side with the ultramarines for a while.

The pencil he got from a painter, as did the paper. The D-3 model is a cheap paper that is soft and can be cut with a little force, but it is also favored by painters who seek to achieve the highest level of craftsmanship.

They claim that if they can paint on this paper for a long time, they will be able to improve their painting skills tremendously. The painter apparently believed it, and he carried a lot of this paper with him, and he didn't even drop it when it rained in the sky.

As for the string of numbers, it was his guessed age.

He was about forty-five thousand years old, maybe more or less, and the number couldn't be accurate, because he had forgotten so much.

There was a knock on his door, and his thoughts stopped.

Ur Persson stood up and carefully rested the pencil on the table, not wanting it to fall to the floor. It's something he got from the painter after two hours as a sketch model.

He walked to the door and thought for a moment before remembering how such a door should be opened. Instead of pulling the handle, press the button. He looked at the nearby wall, and sure enough, he spotted a button painted green in the metallic sheen.

Ur Persson pressed it, and the door slowly slid open, revealing a figure much taller than him standing outside.

"Soldier Pesson." The Astarte spoke. "In the name of the Emperor, you have been called up again."

"I understand." Earl Pesson said. "What time will you report tomorrow?"

Astarte looked down and looked at him in slight surprise.

He didn't expect a veteran to face a war so calmly after so many years of unloading and returning to the field, and Ur Pesson's attitude didn't look like a person who had experienced the terrible war on the surface of Couss, he even acted like a nobody.

"Eight o'clock in Terra, the sixtieth floor of the bridge, the soldiers' parade." He nodded at Ole Pesson. "I'm Saul Damocles, the company commander of the Sixth Company. You will serve as the company commander of the 78th Infantry Company of Osiris, and will operate with us in future wars, Company Commander Persson. ”

Captain

Ur Person fell silent for a moment, he hadn't taken on such a responsibility for a long time.

A high rank is a good thing in the eyes of some people, as it represents great power. But for Ur Pesson, it's just a responsibility he's been trying to get away with for a long time.

Being the commander of an infantry company means being responsible for the lives of at least a few thousand people. His silence was interpreted by Saul Damocles as a state of bewilderment, and so, after a Aquila salute, the commander of the Sixth Company quickly left.

He personally came to inform Ur Pesson, which meant that the Ultramarines had taken notice of what he had shown on the battlefield. Experience.

Ur Pesson smiled wryly, closed the door, and returned to his seat to try to write something more, but could not utter a word. So I simply put down the pen and lay down on the bed.

He has understood what he is going to do in the future, and just like before, he will lead a lot of people. Very many people, go and fight for the emperor.

But he didn't like the emperor.

In fact, he didn't even want to think of the emperor - a word that was almost indistinguishable from poison to him. Subconsciously, he reached out and clenched the cross, instinctively calling out the word God.

What am I doing here?

Company Commander Peisson reluctantly closed his eyes and prepared to fall asleep for the next day.

Yes. He didn't like the emperor, that's right, there's no doubt about it. People would have dismissed him as a heretic for this, and might even kill him if he had spoken out about it. But that's just it. Private issues.

It was his business that he didn't like the emperor, and it didn't mean that he would be on the other side. He understood what the other side of the emperor was facing.

"It's like a world away." In the first few minutes of falling asleep, he muttered to himself. "After all these years, I'm a commander again."

He fell asleep, or maybe he didn't. He smelled a burning pungent smell in the darkness, and Ur Person awoke violently to see that it was pitch black.

He left the bed, stood up, and began to cough, maggots overflowing from his throat. He knew at once where this was, this was the subspace, where nightmares gathered.

But why is he here?

With this question in mind, he began to look around. So he found out the truth - the darkness, they weren't what they were here, they were actually flames.

Orr stared at them in surprise and sniffed involuntarily. He lifted his hand and touched it, realizing that he was bleeding. And the pungent smell of burning began to grow stronger, and the ground trembled at the same frequency as the deck of a ship sailing.

A guess began to swirl through his mind, and Ur Pesson realized that this could be a ship.

The Glory of Macurag?

No, is it unlikely that I'm still dreaming?

Confused, he turned around, trying to get back to his bed and continue sleeping. He had experienced too many unbelievable things, and from these things, Orr Persson learned a lesson - if he didn't pay attention to it and didn't take the initiative to contact him, there was a high probability that these things would not haunt him.

Just like the emperor.

Then, he failed.

His bed was gone, and only a huge iron door, at least a dozen times as tall as he was, was majestic, with edges studded with rubies, now twisted as if it had been violently destroyed.

Orr walked through it and reached a corridor, where he tried to find the porthole, again failed. All the portholes in the hallway have been obscured by flames, and there is no way to observe the outside world. He continued on and arrived at a new room.

Then he was dumbfounded by what he saw.

An angel lies on the ground, he is a collection of beauty, but he is broken. Some kind of pure violence destroyed him, causing his wings to snap and blood to gather into rivers beneath him. His eyes were shining, and something far redder than tears was pouring out of his sockets.

The murderer of this terrible situation stood by, obscured by the darkness, wrapped in surging flames, and his armor as hideous as a skeleton.

The miserable white and the pure black intertwine to form a writhing spectacle. His face was the face of a skeleton, the world burning beneath his feet, and he held a sharp blade in his hand.

The mere gaze made Orl Persson feel boundless fear. In an instant, he seemed to go back to the eruption, the earthquake, the world war — he began to retreat uncontrollably, and his movements were heard by the murderer.

He turned his head and stared at him.

"Ur Pesson."

The murderer pronounced his name, his voice low but calm. Then, he raised his hand and pointed to the side.

The world burst into light in an instant, the darkness dissipated, and a golden light burst out of the porthole. Ur Pesson stopped, he was so familiar with this brilliance that he knew at once who had brought him here.

As the thought arose, the angel and the giant, who did not know whether it was the murderer or not, dissipated, and a meadow took its place. A man with his back to him sat under an apple tree, waiting for him.

Ur Person did not pass.

"Enough, enough." He clenched the cross on his chest. "Let me go."

The man turned his head, and his side face was as ordinary as it was back then: "Are you sure?" ”

"I'm fucking sure!" Ouranez Pesson yelled at him. "We made an agreement!"

"Is there really one, Oranius?" The man asked him. "Think about it, think about it, and you'll see a promise that doesn't exist."

"I'm not going to fight for you again." Oraniz said firmly.

"But you're already there, you've joined the Seventy-eighth Infantry Company of Osiris."

"Just because I'm on your side doesn't mean I'm going to fight for you, you know?" Oraniz glared at him.

"I'm on your side just because I'm still sane, I'm not crazy like you, Erda or Machado, I'm a normal person, I just want to live a normal life! I'm going to stay normal, so I have to stay away from you and your ambitions! ”

The man smiled softly and apologetically, but did not speak.

"What the hell do you want to do?!" Oranius roared at him, and the cross was held high above his chest. "God, what the are you trying to do?!"

God didn't answer, God just handed him a gem.

"Give it to him." God said. "I beg you, Oranius."

Updated.

(End of chapter)