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As it should be.

Fu Bo stood up straight in silence, already sorting out his emotions. They are sinners, and being able to live is already a gift from the emperor, so how dare they ask for more?

But... the air started to get heavy.

Then, a voice sounded. But he couldn't hear clearly.

A wandering hurricane blew up in the command room, a violent and pure glow ignited in front of Fubo's eyes, and the roaring storm came from a distance, carrying extremely huge emotions.

The wall gradually became transparent, and he felt as if he was in the universe, dotted with stars, and Mavolion, who was about to be completely swallowed by the hive, floated quietly under his feet, burning without saying a word.

......what?

......what is this?

Fu Bo stared blankly at everything in front of him. He couldn't understand and could only watch passively. And that voice began to get closer and closer, from the other side of the void to his ear curtains, until he could hear it clearly.

He heard it, understood it completely.

+ Don't cry, Fabo Lilio. The suffering of the Wailers will end today+

"Is that you? The Emperor?!"

The voice didn't answer, but Fu Bo's vision quickly pulled away from his body.

He saw 'self' still standing in the command room, lowering his head silently. But his soul seems to have come to a higher dimension. In that infinitely stretched field of vision, he saw a golden radiance.

The brilliance was beside him, floating quietly and burning silently.

The warm and gentle light shone on his illusory soul, Fu Bo wanted to cry, but forcibly stopped the thought.

Just because he said don't cry.

+you are innocent+

A voice came from within the brilliance.

+ No one can convict you, no one can...but the mistake has been made,

So, witness it all +

Hundreds of millions of points of golden light burst out from the void, wrapping Fu Bo's body.

The scenery in front of him began to change rapidly, and the dark vacuum was torn into illogical afterimages at an extremely fast speed, flashing across his eyes in an incomprehensible form, and the howling hurricane roaring into the ear curtains.

Then, everything was silent.

In the last second, he was still floating in space. In the next second, he was already on Mavolion.

"Boom—!"

The black clouds were scattered by the sudden appearance of thunder—no, those were not clouds, they were a collection of overly dense insect seas, there were too many of them, even covering the sky.

Lightning struck, the chitin carapace began to burn violently, and golden lightning began to wreak havoc in the air. The swarm of bugs began to surge, curling up densely, and the scorched but still not dead bugs around the periphery began to curl up their bodies.

Limbs collided, exoskeletons rubbed against each other, they stared at the ugly eyes that had nothing but appetite, and silently used their bodies to protect those of their own kind who had not been harmed by lightning.

They have no life of their own, a higher will governs them. They are just puppets, tools of only instinct, born to eat everything.

Seeing this scene, Fu Bo only felt chills in his heart.

But that lightning was only the beginning.

A dark opening appeared in the sky, as if someone had pierced the sky with a blade. From this mouth, endless flames gushed violently. Scorching Skyfire came here with a will, and with incomparable hatred, wanted to burn them to ashes.

In an absolutely unnatural way, flames began to burn and surge above the clouds. The swarm couldn't resist this force, they didn't scream, but they were dying.

"Emperor..."

Fu Bo muttered to himself, but he could only say these three words. He kept repeating and chanting, but he couldn't say any more formed sentences.

He can't understand.

But he doesn't need to understand either, he just needs to witness.

+Testimony, Fubo Lilaio+

The voice sounded again, and the golden brilliance once again engulfed him to a certain hillside.

Here, a battered Astartes brandishes a chainsword protecting civilians behind him. Two Mordian guards covered the Astartes with their lasguns, but to little effect.

Several knife bugs had already broken through the defense line formed by the single Astartes, and they were about to tear apart the iron guard's body, and impaled those innocent civilians with their poisonous claws.

"No!" Fu Bo shouted with tears in his eyes.

He had recognized the Astartes for who it was—Second Captain Volturno, who was faithfully upholding the Lamenters' tradition. Slaughterhouse No. 3 was a tragedy, but it didn't shake them in the slightest.

No matter how many years have passed, the Wailers still firmly believe that their existence is to protect those innocent people who cannot hold a weapon to protect themselves.

They took it as their creed, practiced it silently without complaint or regret, and firmly believed that Sanguinius and the Emperor would be proud of them.

+witness+

Volturno stopped swinging his sword, no, not only that, his whole body stopped in place, his movements completely stopped, even the trembling of his eyeballs straightened.

Then came the iron guards, their trigger fingers stopped halfway, their expressions of fear and courage were frozen, like an extremely realistic oil painting with superb painting skills.

There was also the knife worm, its blade-like forelimbs protruding out suddenly maintained that elongated posture, and its powerful hind legs were raised, it was about to pierce the iron guard's body, but it didn't move anymore.

——They stopped in place one after another, no longer moving.

The air even became viscous, huge pressure and hatred came from the other side of the void, and the knife bug that was about to kill the Iron Guard began to disintegrate from the front.

Its ugly body began to disintegrate into flying fragments inch by inch, as did the blade-like forelimbs that were about to touch the iron guard's body. After a third of a second, the knife insect disappeared in place, replaced by a pool of ashes.

+Whoever tries to harm you will die+

The head of a Tyranid warrior hiding behind the swarm exploded suddenly. It was the temporary commander of these swarms and was responsible for serving as a temporary transfer station in the synapse network, but its life ended here.

The intense anger caused ripples in the air, but for some reason, Fu Bo could feel the anger.

He opened his mouth wide, unable to speak, breathe, or think.

He just watches.

He testifies.

His thoughts sank, and he was able to get in touch with the radiant interior further.

With extreme luck and misfortune, he was able to get a glimpse of the tip of the radiant and angry iceberg - Fubo has seen the huge iceberg under the calm deep sea, it is obviously only a tiny point, but it has begun to make his nerve endings tremble pain.

Unspeakable deep sorrow, incomprehensible severe pain, indescribable but horrific anger that cannot be vented——Fubo began to scream, silently screaming, silently wailing, and tears of blood fell from his eyes.

The soul does not shed tears, but Fu Bo is crying.

Flames appeared, and the group of gargoyles suspended in the sky were completely torn apart. Claws, fangs, and bone spurs exploded together with their flesh and blood, but they stopped in the air and could no longer fall.

And Forbo was still screaming.

He saw it—or, he thought he saw it.

He thought he was touching the Emperor, and he couldn't help empathizing with the sadness in this radiance, but the excessive sadness began to dissolve his soul together.

Until the voice sounded again.

+This is my emotion, not yours, Fubo Lilio+

+Don't be affected by them+

As if lightning had flashed across his mind, Fu Bo recovered from the severe pain. The emotions that he had glimpsed just now completely disappeared from his heart, and there was no trace of them anymore. But his soul was tinged with the golden color of Mohu.

He came back to his senses, and then continued to watch, death is still going on, no, death will not stop.

Those loathsome insect swarms that overwhelmed the mountains, farmlands, grasslands, and oceans—they began to die in pieces. Burned to death, crushed into puddles by anger, and charred by lightning, the ways of death are difficult to count, and the number is impossible to calculate.

They are dying, dying non-stop, because they deserve to die.

And the paused time still hasn't started flowing.

Fubo's field of vision was raised again, above the vacuum. Not far from Mavolion, there was a huge adult insect floating in the vacuum, staring at him with eyes full of appetite. A chill swept through his whole body, followed by a sense of vomiting, and Fu Bo's soul was almost shattered just by looking at it.

+My promise is not over yet, it will last till the end of time, Fubo Lilio+

The brilliance is so great that even the dark vacuum is brightened. The dense darkness was dispelled, and this time, Fubo saw clearly—it was not some giant adult insect, but an extremely huge biological fleet. In terms of their numbers, the number of swarms that landed on Mavolion is not even a drop in the bucket!

However, they are receding.

Fu Bo stared blankly at this scene, not knowing how he should react. He didn't even know whether what he had just experienced was true or false. This dreamlike experience made him feel as if he was stepping on a cloud, and everything was full of unreal feeling.

It was all too good, so good that he instinctively refused to believe it. They have never been trusted, they have never been protected, they have been fighting alone.

+Yes, you were never protected, but not now+

+Fighters have their rewards+

"Crackling—!"

When the lightning fell, Fu Bo's body trembled suddenly, and he found himself back inexplicably, standing in the quiet command room.

He heard the sound of running from outside the hallway, and the tech sergeant pushed open the door, six battle brothers in full armor, behind him, an old battle flag raised at the end of the line, a bloody tear was falling on it Swaying slowly.

"Chapter Master, we are ready."

The technical sergeant's eyes were red, and he spoke with a voice like a ghost: "The seven members of the Wailer have assembled, and the Thunderhawk gunboat has been debugged and ready to take off at any time. The servitor and servo skull have been programmed. The remaining 130 servants have also been settled. Just waiting for your order!"

He took a step forward with an expression as if he was crying, but the muscles at the corners of his mouth forcibly pulled out a broken smile, and two completely different emotions began to surge on this weather-beaten face.

"Order, my lord! For the Emperor!"

"For the Emperor!" Six determined voices sounded behind him.

However, Forbo did not answer their words - in their eyes, the Chapter Master just raised his trembling hand and pointed to the battle flag.

They look back.

The Battle Banner of Tears - the only holy relic of the Lamenters, repaired after the Badab War by the nuns of Dei's Pronasto Order of the Sisters of Battle, this banner is covered with their tears . And now, that bright red teardrop is gradually turning golden.

Gold masterpiece.

The howling wind came from the other side of the void, and the glow gushed out together. The old edges of the battle flag began to become brand new, and the faded paint became vivid again. The pure skull on the flagpole turned into a glass-like crystal material, and the golden The teardrops began to shine brightly and shine brightly.

The light hit their faces, and then, a voice sounded.

+Fighters have their rewards+

+ You are without sin, you are free from iniquity, weepers+

+From today+

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Volturno felt as if his thoughts were stopped for a moment.

After regaining consciousness, he realized that this was not an illusion—his chainsword was still roaring, and he chopped down by inertia. There used to be a knife bug where it fell, but now there is nothing left.

Not only that, but the endless sea of ​​insects coming from the hillside also completely disappeared.

what happened......?

He turned around in a daze, seventeen mortals were unharmed, and the two iron guards also looked back in a daze.

Solihi dropped the light gun and touched his chest.

"Big, my lord..."

A small voice came out of his throat, followed by a trembling shout: "My lord! The Emperor appears! The Emperor appears!"

The dust on the ground was blown up by the wind, and Volturno looked up and found that the swarms of insects covering the sky had completely disappeared. It was as if they had never been to Mavolion.

Volturno turned off the chainsword and slung it back to his waist. The second company commander of the Lamenters squatted down, turned his back to everyone, and touched the ashes on the ground with his fingers. Crystal clear water drops fell, dripping into ashes.

He stood up, turned his head, and said in a soft, almost Astartes tone: "Yeah, he's manifested."

"He saved you, all of us..." Volturno showed a weeping and smiling expression.

The turbulent and complicated emotions were detonated after these words, and the civilians had been waiting with trepidation for Volturno's sentence. They know that now, they are truly safe. Never worry about those bugs again, for the Emperor has saved them.

Cheers sounded, and the one-armed mother wept silently while holding her scrawny child. But her child raised his head in her arms, looked at the sky with innocent eyes, raised his hand abruptly, pointed to the sky and cried out.

Volturno looked up, and he saw a Thunderhawk gunship speeding toward them through the clouds.

He showed a sincere smile, and tears fell, no longer hiding them.

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