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Born in blood

One

The process of waking up and falling into a deep dream is equally powerless, and one of the think tanks I know best calls it a difficult gate that stands between the virtual and the real. First, subtle stimuli poured into the hearing and touching, and the growing sound was mixed with footsteps, gasps, and a few whimperes in the chaos of alarms, and the smell of rust and choking gunsmoke rolled up the weakly struggling body, splitting the head and covering the face into the abyss of mixed perception. Someone dripped water into my mouth, I don't know if it's safe or not, but I'm thirsty.

The water, so fresh and sweet, I sucked the sweet juice dripping on the tip of my tongue with all my might, my throat was thirsty as if it had been scorched by a star, and the pure liquid continued to flow for a while, and was exhausted too far from satisfaction. Reluctantly resentful of the light that soaked my eyelids, I reluctantly opened them, and a mortal woman with jet-black hair stood up condescendingly, the bowl of water leaving my lips.

"Can you still stand up, sir?" She asked.

I responded to the somewhat offensive question with a heavy grunt, slowly straightening up my heavy body. Mortals have always speculated on us with their shallow knowledge, and this is the only thing that the short-lived have been able to endure for thousands of years. They don't understand what is made of our bodies, and this outburst of ignorance always provokes a thousand times more anger from us, just like it was ten thousand years ago, like ......

I frowned, realizing that I was so vivid of distant and grand events that I had forgotten the facts about myself, that heroes and traitors fought in memory, and that my own images and my life were empty.

"Lord Blood Angel." The woman's voice interrupted my thoughts again, offering yet another piece of the puzzle. I think back to the glory and fall of the angels, the white feathers that sank into pools of blood, I hear the screams, scraping the inner walls of the skull over and over again, I see the gears spinning, the blood drops bright red, the darkness on the souls of our warbands shaking, fleeing, condensing into her rich black hair in the interplay of light and shadow. The neck bones clattered in my hands, smoke, fire, stinging, and the screams of the crew weaved into an inescapable cage that swirled like a kaleidoscope. I pressed my forehead against hers and squeezed a few words out of my broken teeth: "Who am I?" ”

"This information is not provided on your armor." She replied calmly, even as her voice was distorted in the clamps. Suddenly, I let go of my hand and looked down at the blood-stained Shattered Skyhawk, and the deep cuts on my shoulder armor, the patterns on which were worn away by the frenzied scratches.

"We've recovered your cryopod from the Void, adorned with drops of blood and wings, and some unknown parasites attached to the shell." In hindsight, I looked at the blood stains on the floor, and the crew members bandaged in the corners were silent.

"Fortunately, the disgusting creatures basically did not destroy the capsule, and the storm in the subspace was raging, and the star message could not be sent. We paid a heavy price, remember, my lord. ”

Noisy and greedy, maybe I should have told her to shut up in time. "Do you think that's a bargaining chip, mortal?"

"It's a sacrifice, my lord. The Lord Regent asks us to help his brother's heir at all costs, but in this far, cold void, neither the reward nor the wrath of Terra can come upon us, but the sacrifice must be remembered, no matter how humble. ”

The black-haired woman bowed slightly, and I realized that she was unusually tall, almost up to my shoulders, except for the deep bruises on my neck, the skin exposed outside the black robe was blue and white that had not seen the light for a long time, and the inky black pupils almost occupied the entire eyeball, typical of the appearance of a child of the void.

There was no trace of the wrath of a brush with death on her face, and it was clear that the malice just now was nothing to mention to this kind of alien. Of course I have no sympathy for this, they are just one of the thousands of creatures that human beings need and reject.

"Lord of the Relic, Terra's personal choice, Marcurag's Ronin the Trader Ronin Ress greets you, Lord Astarte."

Two

The Relic was a cramped ship that could move around in subspace, and every inch of space was used so efficiently by her master that it could not accommodate the extra slaves and servants. The few stupid fellows shivered and stripped their armor from me, and after days of tinkering with it they couldn't be repaired, and even the stiff face of the servant felt a hint of fear on my face.

"Are you still dissatisfied with the armor?" Renai's voice was never hurried, accompanied by the clanging of a fork against a porcelain plate, "I'm sorry for the poor quality of the robes that were made on the fly. ”

I didn't respond, and she didn't care, putting the juicy ant beef in her mouth and taking a sip from her glass. "I've heard that Bal's wines are rare and rare and we hope our wines will satisfy your appetite a little."

As always, mortals always sketch their desires with imagination. The land of Baal was barren and harsh, and could only nourish the sour grapes, and the son of the angel drank this poor wine because there was nothing else.

And we, as collateral branches that have inherited the darkest part of the bloodline, are seldom touched by Baal, and the more glorious angels dwell in better positions, and regard us as an unspeakable disgrace.

On the contrary, the wine that the Rogue Wanderer served me was mellow and long, and never diminished from day to day, as if all her limited warehouse had piled up with such luxury.

My fingers tightened, why did I think so smoothly? If I am truly a member of the Ninth Legion, what angel would despise my brother of the same blood?

"This is the sweet liquor brewed in the glorious days, and the five hundred worlds rejoice at the awakening of the original body." As if reading what I was thinking, Renai whispered, "Mistress Killiman personally issued us the permit, and at the banquet that followed, I tasted the wine. ”

These days, Renai has told me as much as he can about the current state of the Empire. Horus's eldest son, just as vile as he was, but unfortunately not as short-lived as he was, had split the galaxy, and Robert Kiriman had just woken up, wielding his flaming sword and set out to save humanity – and even had saved Baal, like a hero in the most shining armor in a play, with corpses piled up at his feet to compliment his bravery.

And I'm sure all this happened after I was adrift in the void, otherwise the irony would never have been as strong as it had been at first taste, and I only hoped that the new Dark Side Regent had not bowed down to the Imperial Regent and thanked him for his care of his sons and nephews.

Let the Ultramarines be the saviors, they are the children of their fathers, and we are just living tombstones for St. Giles. I have no interest in saving mortals, and many times, I have to admit that maybe I am not much different from what I have killed, the difference is that I do not plead for any existence.

"And you'd better not expect any creation on Baal, which is a moment of thin, barren land," the liquor that was too lenient to mortal physiology slid down the throat, a strangely unfunctioning preset stomach. Maybe the prolonged freezing has destroyed some organs, pulling my perception into the chaotic shortness peculiar to mortals, and there is not a single apothecary on this ship.

"Not all worlds are makurag."

She put down her knife and cast her gaze from the other end of the table. "I didn't expect you to say that, sir. Generally speaking, the love for her hometown always makes people can't help but defend everything about her. ”

"Barr doesn't need to be loved, especially the homeless who was banished by her." I said coldly, not expecting her to understand, "that is the red clay that happened to raise St. Giles, and that weathered bone was his first companion—so what?" Would she be more worthy of being defended because of anyone's sacrifice? If the sand of a planet could be sweetened by the blood it drinks, then from the fallen angel to the scrawny tribesmen, she would have been enriched with water and soil long ago, and would not be stingy with a few bunches of juicy grapes. ”

After a moment of silence with only the faint hum of machinery running, Renai asked in his usual flat tone, "Are you still dissatisfied that you didn't participate in the defense of Baal?" ”

I pursed my lips. She lowered her eyes and wiped the scarlet syrup off her lips.

"I was born on the Relic, two hundred years after she set sail, my parents taught me everything they could to navigate her before a pirate raid, and my first lesson was the blood from the neck of the rebel leader that spilled on the deck. I know every flaw and stronger part of her, and I know how weak the latter is to the Void. So, I can understand you, my lord. I will not endure any of her fate without my hands, whether it is sinking or rising. ”

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I closed my eyes, and opened them again, and the battleship was still drifting in the sea of void framed by the portholes, the wings of steel lifeless over the bow, and a little scarlet star carved into the hull.

I swallowed, thirsty in front of this supposedly familiar beauty, and before I knew it, tears welled up in my face. So what's on it? My brothers, too, looked out of the porthole, unaware that a piece of blood had been left on a merchant ship passing by? The coldness of fear then grabbed the spine, like a few drops of blood spilled into the sea, how long would it be before the blood relatives who had fallen into the void could meet again? My name, my experience and my brothers –

A little golden light was reflected on the image of the battleship, stinging the eyes that had been open for too long, Renai closed the porthole partition, and the Chengjin neck ring was licked brightly by the cold light of the electric lamp.

"You've been calling for too long," she said, gently shaking the glass in her hand, a puddle of dark red liquid wrapped around the ring of gold. I smelled two sources of her fragrance, one from under her skin and one from the cup. "The orniths didn't detect anything. Our past requests for communications have been lost. ”

"But ......"

She put her hand on my shoulder, and the mortal did, her breath spitting out of her delicate body, with a slight residual warmth, hazy into a mist that covered my vision, as delicate and long-tasting as her blood. She shook her head slightly: "Whatever you see, it shouldn't be what it presents."

I pursed my lips tightly, wondering if I would take another look, maybe it was really some kind of bait to catch the traveler who was still not careful enough in the void, maybe it was just an illusion of my overly sensitive spirit, a concrete representation of hope simulated in solitude. But the smell of wine is strong again, how much blood did she let out today? It was not evident from the already lifeless face, and my throat was starting to tighten a little again.

It probably doesn't hurt to confirm. But my mouth was too thirsty. I leaned down and took a sip from Resnais's glass.