What time is it?

Where is he now?

Pain.

Severe pain.

It was cold, a terrible feeling, but the sensation was gradually returning to him, which caused him to start to feel very painful all over his body.

The pain of a partial rupture of the rib plate in his chest became apparent, like broken glass embedded in the tough flesh and bone, which explained why it became so difficult for him to breathe, and judging by the location and sensation of the rib plate rupture, only one of the two hearts was still working hard, which successfully saved his life.

Feeling the biochemical feedback that his body conveyed to him, the situation is not optimistic.

If only one heart and part of his lungs were still working in this injured condition, the oxygen supply would be completely insufficient, and optimistically it would take a while for him to be able to move his hands, feet, and other parts, and now it should only be the first work of the rescue factors stored in his transcendent organs, and they have reactivated his brain and some of the nerves of the system after reaching biochemical standards.

He tried to slow down his breathing and take in a little more oxygen, then moved his head by a centimeter with great effort.

The pain of the wound on the side of his forehead began to become more irritating, and oh, he remembered that before he fell, in addition to his chest, he had also received a crooked blast in the head.

The Iron Warrior who stormed the fortress threw a look of extreme hatred before firing at him with a blaster was the last thing he remembered before he fell unconscious.

It's kind of ironic.

Next time I'll definitely remember to put on my helmet.

By the way, the fortress...... The fortress should still have fallen eventually.

Because he and the people around him are the last defensive force of the fortress.

He tried to move his muscles again, this time some of the nerve interfaces regained their response, and then he felt something—a lot of stuff being inserted into the interface on the surface of his body.

Power Armor has long since been stripped of him, and dozens of biochemical lines and bioservo plugs that do not comply with any known safety protocols are invading him.

Another part of his sense of touch was telling him that he was lying on a strange, cold stone countertop.

Judging from the fact that these wounds were completely uncared for, he thought that it must not have been the pharmacists of the reinforcements who had found him.

If nothing else, the captives are who he is now.

The next question is, whose captive did he become?

He tried hard to open his eyes, but it looked like it was going to be a little bit before he could fully regain more autonomy.

An unprecedented, bizarre feeling of vertigo surrounded his head and spine, as absurd as if his brain was being taken out and soaked in some solution alone.

A doubt swept through his mind like a floating light.

- Why did I have this experience——?

The eyeballs rolled under the blood-soaked eyelids.

As more of his self-domination returned, he could feel his transcendentally modified body trying to repair him, nerve endings spreading with the new blood vessels, and more complex tissues and organs slowly proliferating his own cells.

The cold air was once again deeply inhaled into the broken lungs.

He did everything he could to open his eyes.

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Parogov held Honso in his arms and ran wildly along the passage of the Destiny Steel.

He needed to take his battered teacher back to the pharmacist's suite immediately.

As for the trivial matter of why they had been subjected to such a sudden and deadly attack, and the fact that his rampage seemed to have caused a lot of commotion, the apothecary apprentice had no time to care.

In his arms, the curve of the monitoring data representing his teacher's life became more and more flat, but the angle of the brainwave output was becoming more and more sharp, and the pharmacist's medical bird's meter was now directly connected to his eyepiece, flashing red warning fonts one after another.

Turning the corner, it's finally here.

However, the Ringmen guarding the gate still strictly followed every scanning and verification formality, and as the minutes ticked by, they were ruthless guards, and at one point Parogov thought it was an excellent procedure worth following.

But for now, all he wanted to do was split these abominable steel creations in half with his chainsaw greatsword, and go in and open the medical pod—

Wait?

The young white-haired Astarte blinked his light-colored transparent eyes, chainsaw sword? The weapons around his waist are blasters and power swords? He never used a chainsaw sword -

A sudden vision swept over him.

He groaned and almost fell to his knees, his hands still clutching his teacher tightly.

Anger, pain, remorse, sadness, tiredness, breakdown, self-abandonment, beyond the level of human imagination...... And a sense of responsibility that you can't get rid of even to this point.

This burden is so heavy that any sentient being will be broken by it.

This is...... Where is this?

A yellow desert with no end in sight?

He blinked.

But the touch coming from the ground was wrong.

Parogov carefully and slowly moved his gaze, and then his mind went blank for a moment.

The endless yellow stretching from his feet to the skyline was not a desert - all of them were the corpses of the Space Marines in yellow power armor - the unyielding black clenched fist emblem stung his eyes on the shattered blood-stained shoulder armor -

Foehn winds blow an ancient and earnest call from faraway realms.

"Blood...... Sacrifice to...... （BLOOD…… FOR…… ）”

Suddenly, time spun - another scene emerged -

Evil...... Unspeakable evil everywhere...... Falling from the sky –

Burning Palace...... Burning City ...... Burning giant starship...... So ancient and noble...... Desecrate...... The worst of desecration and destruction...... Corpse...... There were corpses, blood and ashes everywhere...... Betrayals, loyalists, gold, green, red, and many, many other colors mingled, and the corpses of the noblest transcendent warriors were discarded like the most common rubblestones, and charred pieces of armor, weapons, internal organs, and flesh were scattered everywhere......

There is a large ornate porthole on the bridge...... The emblem is indistinct......

I don't know whose perspective turned, and suddenly jumped into my eyes from the window, it was the miraculous planet that brought tears to my eyes.

A great name that is sacred, of the common origin of all mankind, seemed to leap out of his tongue.

Wait a minute......

What did he see? A black blur blurred there, but he intuitively felt that it was an anomalous, a terrifying scene beyond the burden of his life—

Who is he going to wrap up?

Who does he have to take with him?

Must be ...... right away

"Eventually, the biometric verification protocol was approved and allowed to pass. Welcome back to the Apothecary's Laboratory, Brother Nira Idoa. ”

The ringman's electronic eyes flashed green, and with the passage of voices, the door opened.

Parogov breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head, hurriedly picked up his teacher, and ran straight to an open medical cabin.

His teacher had heard the teachings from the war commander and had told him what he had said.

There are enough ghosts of the past, and it is up to us to deal with this increasingly complex universe in the present.

Parogov no longer thought about anything and threw himself into the rescue of his teacher without distraction.