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Just a simple wink.

Givaudoren felt a chill creep up his crest—a thorn in his back just a second after Sergeant Priad vanished. In the blink of an eye, the warrior from the Iron Snake Chapter disappeared without a trace.

Not to mention the sound, if it wasn't for Jivaldoren knowing that his nails had been removed, he might think it was an illusion created by the butcher's nails.

He immediately called the rest of the squad on the communication channel, but no one answered. At the same time, the sky seemed to be obscured by a large invisible hand, and the clear, cloudless sky turned into night. With a few lonely stars hanging in the sky, Givaudron forced himself to remain calm.

He began to repeat the call on the communication channel at a rate of once a minute, returning cautiously to the small intersection. He originally wanted to go down the mountain immediately to find out, but the muddy path had disappeared.

A few dead trees, struggling to grow, hung on the empty, bare rock wall, and a burst of irony came to him. Jivaldoren pulled out the chainsword and replaced the bolter. Guns are fine, but you have to know the target to be able to shoot. When guarding against such an invisible enemy, he prefers to trust his chainsaw.

Just then, his vision fell into darkness—as if someone had covered his eyepiece with both hands. Jiva Doren immediately wanted to fight back, fight, or something. But he failed, and someone seemed to put a hand into his lungs and grabbed them tightly - and then Jiva Doren woke up in a familiar place.

He knew the ship.

Recognize every trace of this ship, every damn rust and screw. He had been on this ship for ten thousand years, watching the toys of his brothers fall into blood gods and dance in her palms. Offer her a moment of joy with blood and skulls.

Givaudan was standing in the doorway of his room.

He kicked the door open, and the scene inside the door was not a familiar sight to him. but nothingness.

Nothingness means - there is nothing here.

"The Emperor bless me," he said, stepping forward firmly. Givaudan was not fearless, on the contrary, he was terribly afraid. He was afraid that he would die here and betray Angron's trust. He is also afraid that he will be possessed by demons and thus degenerate into a more terrifying monster. But he still moved on.

"The Emperor bless me," he repeated, this time more firmly.

Darkness began to engulf him, and the first thing he heard was the murmur of the dead in the gloom, thousands—no, innumerable. Their voices pierced through the heavy, muffled veil and pierced firmly into Givaudron's eardrums.

He discarded these things and moved on. Then he heard heavy breathing. Even his modified eyes and night vision goggles couldn't penetrate the deep darkness, and he walked slowly—very slowly. The heavy footsteps of Jiva Doren echoed in this nothingness.

Then, he realized what that thing was.

is a demon.

The discovery made his teeth sore, and Givaudron's hand on the weapon remained steady. But his face inevitably became twisted, and then, something spoke.

"Givadolen, my sergeant—long time no see."

Jiva Doren fell into an ice cave, and he was familiar with the voice. It smiled lowly, stuck its head out of the darkness, licked its mouth, and made a wet voice: "Hello, Givaudan. I want to ask you to do something for me."

The sergeant of the warhounds—the sergeant of the World Eaters—the sergeant who lives in isolation on the traitor’s ship—the sergeant of the World Eater—Jiva Doren, closed his eyes in despair. Before that, he had clearly seen the face of that which had been the father of his genes.

Then the monster in the dark heard him say, "No. No."

It laughed lowly again, like thunder, like the weeping of the dead. After hearing that laughter, Givaudan was quite sure,

Whoever it was, who is standing here now, is a monster.

It got close to him.

Fear gripped his heart again, and Givaudron was ashamed. But the Astartes are not indestructible, they still have something to fear. For Givaudan, this was his worst nightmare. He closed his eyes and heard it say, "What are you afraid of?"

The Emperor bless me.

"She's not here, Givaudron. It's just you and me."

The Emperor bless me.

"She can't protect you, she can't protect herself!" It growled filially. "Because sooner or later I will kill her, and I will hollow out the chests of all her people in her presence, cut off their ribs, and blood will smear the walls of Terra. All that they hold dear will cease to exist. !"

"And you! Givaudron!"

Its wild laughter echoed in the darkness: "You'll be my vanguard!"

Will I?

The Givaudan people asked themselves, and the 10,000-year-old haze reappeared in front of his eyes. A dry bone held his hand, followed by another warm hand. He heard a very different voice saying: "The World Eater Jiva Doren is dead, and now standing here is the Captain of the 1st Company of the World Eater - the Legion will be revived, and we will rise from the ashes. rise!"

"The betrayal and shame of the past requires us to repay with blood, with your blood, with my blood, and with the blood of the enemy!"

Givaudan opened his eyes, and he looked carefully at the monster in the darkness.

Look at its big mouth full of fangs, look at its bright red face with peeling skin. A huge monster, shrouded in smoke, stood before him, looking down at him. The monster's eyes burned in the darkness, like two unextinguished fireballs, boiling the color of blood.

He suddenly understood - what courage is.

"Do not."

Givaudan said.

It slowly opened its eyes, and heard Jiva Doren's voice so firm, as if a thousand people were talking to him, shocking: "I spurn you! Monster! I spurn you, who submits to that evil god. coward!"

Jiva Doren snarled and swung his chainsaw sword.

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Angron sat in the main control room, feeling uneasy. He frowned, trying to calm himself down. But he couldn't do it, and for some reason, a wave of unease kept crawling on his back and never went away.

"...what's the matter?" he muttered, frowning, and a horrific vision suddenly appeared before his eyes—the face of Givaudoren, screaming in pain in the dark , as if fighting something.

The vision lasted for almost a second, and a second later, Angron woke up with a start. He Shenyan looked at him with concern, and before he could speak, Angron took his hand and said eagerly, "Help me!"

The mage narrowed his eyes, and the golden brilliance lit up again.

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"How dare you rebel against me—?! Rebellion against your father?!"

The monster roared and threw him to the ground, but with just a cover, Riwadolun vomited out a mouthful of blood mixed with visceral fragments in pain. And the monster roared angrily and continued: "Disobeying your creator?!"

"You are not... my father, nor my creator."

Givaudoren struggled to ignore the pain in his lower chest as he spoke, and said slowly but clearly: "The man I knew is dead, and you have his memory and wear his skin. But you are not He, you are a coward, a monster. You have turned your back on us... surrendered to her."

The company commander of the World Swallowing Courage laughed miserably: "You are a slave."

The monster trembled all over, it strode to the front of Jiva Doren lying on the ground, raised its huge claws and wanted to tear him to pieces. At this moment, a golden light pierced through the thick darkness. .

"Stay away from him—!"

An angry voice roared into the dark space and slammed into the monster's head.

Givaudan opened his eyes wide and looked at the back standing in front of him.

Angron slowly clenched his hands, and a touch of golden lightning condensed in his hands, slowly forming a giant lightning axe. The monster froze in disbelief. It stood still, and for a moment, Jiva Doren felt as if the demon's face was crying.

But only for a moment.

"You—!" Every muscle fiber on the monster's bare, skinless face began to tremble. "you--!"

"What did she do?!" It roared and rushed over, the earth trembled, and the thick darkness turned into a crimson blood mist at this time. The two unextinguished fireballs burned completely at this time, and the scarlet light was extremely dazzling. Facing this terrifying offensive, Angron just raised his hands calmly.

"clang--!"

"She didn't do anything," Angron said in a contradictory tone, sounding both pity and anger. "You have to ask yourself, what have you done?"

He swung his axe, forcing the monster to retreat. At the same time, the axe blade was smashed on the ground, and lightning surged.

"I did what I was supposed to do!" Every syllable of the monster contained inseparable hatred. "Do you want to know the truth? The truth is!"

It stepped forward against the lightning and looked into Angron's eyes, allowing him to see his own face. The flesh scorched the lake, giving off a pungent stench, but it didn't care, just growled: "I'm dead! I'm dead in Nukeria, I'm dying in the northern mountains of Deshiinya, with my brothers !"

"Since then, the man named Angron has died! Only a body remains! What do you understand?! Tell me!" It waved its claws, forcing Angron to face it war. The speed of that moment convinced Angron that he could not dodge completely.

"I know a lot." Angron said suddenly in a calm tone. "I know one more thing, you're going to die here."

The monster slowly grinned, revealing a hideous smile: "Very good, we will wait and see."