"No ——!!!!"

The homeland world is burning.

The clear water of Hera Falls is now covered in blood and flesh.

Dark green fir forests gradually fell in flames and smoke, covering the ruins of the original sanctuary.

"I'm sorry......"

The Maculag faded into the ship's window, moving away, blurring, disappearing into the darkness of the universe.

The golden gate opened, and pink and purple clouds drifted through the sky red from the setting sun.

The sound of torches bursting on the high walls of Hera's fortress is a footnote to the nightingale's song.

"Those dark reflections of our glory, find them, destroy it."

"The Emperor is with you, and he dies pretty. Uriel, Pasanius. ”

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"Whew...... Haaa......!! ”

Uriel Vendus wakes up from a suffocating nightmare of memory.

The Ultramarine's eyes were full of stars, he was panting heavily, the metallic taste of his own blood still lingered at the bottom of his tongue, and the hearts and lungs of the first four company commanders were working hard, but this did not alleviate much of the abnormal vertigo.

The disgusting tugging sensation from the bottom of his stomach to his lower abdomen made him want to arch over and vomit.

The amplitude of Ventus's body was stopped by something. He couldn't move—he was tightly confined.

Realizing this, despite being in extremely poor condition, the combat instinct accumulated over the past two hundred years immediately took over some of his muscles, and he tried to move, only to find that he was professionally tied, apparently as a tactic against the Space Marines.

Vendis blinked vigorously so that he could have a rough idea of his situation.

He was lying in a featureless room, the ceiling lit in a cold white light, the walls and floor were of unpainted steel, and in the center of the room were two iron beds without any superfluous items—or more appropriately, iron operating tables—on one of them, scarred and shackled.

His vision was blurred by the constant dizziness, and the smell of fresh wounds and disinfectants had penetrated his nostrils, from which Vintus had discerned several of the usual medicines used by the Astarte pharmacists, which diluted some of the disgusting aftertaste and suspicion, but on the other hand, he felt himself smelling the unsettling smell of incense, which his memory nerves still remembered as being used by the cultists of the Tzeentch cult whom he had annihilated—as if it were a little different.

The terrible cold experience of being exposed to circulating air also told him that his power armor had been stripped of as well.

Vence turned his head on the iron operating table and made eye contact with Pasanius, who was very pale.

“…… How do you feel? My friend. ”

The blonde-haired and haggard former sergeant, who also looked like he had just woken up, turned his eyes somewhat dazedly in the direction in which his company commander was speaking.

His lips squirmed, his voice weak, and he sounded like he was about to spit out, "Not good, Uriel, not good." Where are we? ”

Vendis shook his head, "I don't know, and while it doesn't look like this is a ship of the Empire's great enemies, I wouldn't consider these shackles to be a form of hospitality. ”

Pasanius muttered, "I thought we were going to be hung by that demon until it turned into some roast meat." My mind is still dizzy, it's not quite right. ”

"Me too. Relax, my brother, someone should be coming to check on us soon, and perhaps we can clear up some misunderstandings. ”

Uriel did his best to comfort Pasanius, while inevitably focusing on the new wound on his body and the silver arm.

His faithful fighting brother shook his head as he tried to move his joints, "I hope so." They were so sturdy that no one had ever treated me like that, even in my cell in Macurag. ”

There was a sudden movement in the doorway of the iron, undecorated room.

The commander of the first four companies of the Ultra Warrior Warband inadvertently looked up from his haggard and senseless struggle.

Passanius' breathing became heavy, then suddenly froze, and the sergeant's gaze was suddenly fixed in the direction of the door—and then let out a wailing cry—or something like that—and then threw his forehead heavily on the bed.

"Please forgive me ......"

The strangeness of Passanius's soul that occupied him at the moment in his collapsed mountain-like body made Vintrius shudder.

What is that? What's there? What's that? What power had destroyed in an instant the desperate soul of his sergeant, who was in agony and thirsting for comfort?

He turned his head slowly.

Uriel Ventris's gray pupils dilated with utter shock and ecstasy so intense as he had never been in his life.

Then he let out a cry of joy from deep in his chest, tears uncontrollably sliding down the corners of his eyes.

"The Emperor ...... above"

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Destiny Steel

Temporary confinement cell

Julius and Parogov stood at the door of the cell, with four brothers guarding behind them.

Before they could enter, the Think Tank apprentice cautiously unleashed a small amount of psionic energy to envelop himself and Parogov, a shallow glow appearing on the surface of their power armor from time to time, and as a precaution, the lake-blue electric crown of thorns once again wrapped around his forehead.

The newcomers carefully looked at the two "Ultramarines" whose art style had suddenly become abnormal—and before they could have a more appropriate name, they decided to call each other that.

The two suspected apostasy Astartes, who had been brought about by the Demon Engine, now turned their heads in the direction of the comer, facing the doorway, crying silently and with tears in their eyes.

Julius, who was the center of attention, paused, thought about it, and took another step forward.

Astarte, the big man with suspicious silver arms and scars and nicks on his body, began to murmur a prayer to the glowing Julius, and they all heard him confessing all the tiniest sins he had ever committed.

While the other looked perhaps a little calmer, Julius turned his gaze to the black-haired Space Marine.

Oh well, he's wrong, this one probably just delayed the outbreak for a while, and he doesn't seem to be very calm.

Julius swore that he had never seen an Astarte after nineteen surgeries so emotionally unleashed - yes, the senior cousin was crying in front of their hairy boys.

O throne, this appearance of crying so much that even his eyelashes are covered in tears is a ...... for a veteran with two golden studs on his forehead and scars of glorious battles all over his body

Should he leave silently at this moment and leave them with some last decency?

Julius was nervous, Julius picked his toes at the ground, and Julius didn't dare to speak.