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Weakness follows you like a shadow.

This feeling was very special, and Steve had to admit that he was indeed affected by it.

Fighting the Nurgle Demon in an illusion is not an easy task, and he is somewhat aware that this is not an illusion.

Absolutely not.

His eyes might deceive him, and the feedback from the demons struck by the flaming sword might also deceive him, but his psychic powers would not. From his psychic powers, Steve truly understood that this was no longer the world he knew.

, and a world made of pure malice. Here, there is nothing but him and evil things.

"All right."

Steve coughed, and flames surged from his throat, burning the area there, clearing away the existing disease. It also made his breathing easier.

He originally thought that the barrier built by the flames could isolate the plague, but he never thought that they were really pervasive - after he killed the demon, the demon's bones turned into some kind of sticky substance, and even stuck to the

The virus produced on the blade made of flames entered his lungs in the air.

By the time Steve noticed it, it was already too late. He was a little dissatisfied with this and his carelessness. But he would not let this emotion influence him in the battle, so he turned this dissatisfaction into

With a more intense and profound fighting spirit, he began to kill those Nurgle demons more fiercely.

Steve's swordsmanship is simple and unpretentious, and there is no "showmanship" element in it like his fighting skills. His swing of the sword is neither elegant nor dazzling. In fact, many Nurgle

The devil is often pierced through the head or heart with a sword without even seeing clearly how he attacks, and is immediately burned to ashes by the blazing flames.

This is exactly the fighting creed he believes in - technology exists to make better use of power, and power is to make up for the lack of technology to a certain extent. One force can reduce ten wills and four or two can move a thousand pounds both exist, and

When the two are combined, something new will be born.

This is what he learned during that trip to the ancient eastern country, and it was from that moment that Steve began to understand one thing.

Swinging the fist, swinging the sword, pulling the trigger... How to stabilize the lower body while swinging the sword, how to control the shaking of the gun, all of these can actually be attributed to how to kill more efficiently. So.

, his mentality changed.

Just like what he is doing now.

Steve held the flaming sword with one hand, and with his other hand he turned the golden fiery spiritual energy into a flaming whip that could be held. With a casual flick, several Nurgle demons were easily chopped into pieces.

Two halves, they only had time to see a flash of golden light before they died.

But it wasn't over yet, their corpses slowly melted under the burning flames. Steve used his spiritual power to bury a time bomb in their bones ingeniously - those born from their corpses were responsible for ventilation on the battlefield.

The Nurglings who reported and harassed him would unknowingly bring these invisible psychic bombs back with them.

Then.

He showed a smile and suddenly stopped. A Nurgle demon standing opposite him looked at him doubtfully, but the action of casting the spell was not slow at all. It spurted out several maggots from its mouth.

The ground beneath Tiff's feet turned into moist and sinking soil, and his weight was dragging him downwards.

Steve did nothing, just looked at the fat face of the ugly monster mockingly, and then raised his left hand. The middle finger and thumb came together, and a crisp sound echoed here. Suddenly, there was a burst of pain in the demon's abdomen.

There was a violent explosion, and it lowered its head. Its slow brain seemed unable to fully understand what was happening.

However, it didn't need to understand anything anymore. Steve just needed it to die immediately - hundreds of Nurglings exploded with psychic bombs, clearing a clearing around him. They

The corpse fell to the ground, and the golden flames burned continuously. The etheric flesh and blood of the demons was the best fuel for the flames. It would continue to burn for a long time until all the demons died.

"Ahem." Steve coughed again. For him without a helmet, the sharp and pungent smell produced by burning hundreds of Nurgle demons at the same time was really irritating. He was able to use psychic powers to

'Seeing' the invisible infectious diseases floating in the air trying to get close to him, Steve understood that Nurgle had not yet turned her gaze away from him.

No, that's not right.

He was so keen that he immediately felt the gentle gaze - for a moment, there was only darkness.

"Do you feel it?" said a disembodied voice.

She sounded like the wriggling of maggots, the withering of life and the first cry of a newborn. In short, it was not a sound that humans should hear or hear clearly.

As early as the first moment the sound appeared, Steve shattered his eardrums. At the same time, he held the flaming sword tightly, and the psychic energy burned from his body without reservation. He tried his best to resist what might be coming.

There was a huge threat, and the vigilance was not relaxed at all. However, the attack disappeared.

The surrounding area darkened, and the corpses of Nurgle demons disappeared. A sigh sounded.

"Ah, they are all good kids...it's just a pity that they don't know how to adapt. People like you should adopt gentler methods. They should let you see the true colors of the people you serve.

, rather than fighting you roughly."

She said with sadness: "In the end, you are just raising swords against each other."

I can still hear her... Steve thought.

The pain came back. He roared uncontrollably, not because of anger, but because of pain - it was as if a thousand knives full of barbs were cutting his body at the same time, and as if someone was burning him with flames.

It looked like his skin. However, in contrast, his bones seemed to be soaked in the coldest abyss.

It was bone-chilling, so cold that his teeth were chattering. Steve fell to his knees weakly, but still did not lower his head. His brain was giving him a wrong illusion - falling.

I am falling, falling endlessly.

The voice came back again. At the same time, the ground began to squirm. The young branches lifted him up, and a green cloud floated in the sky. The voice said: "I want to forgive you, child. But I can't. I

The dead children need a repayment and an explanation. You have killed too many here. And I was blinded by the cursed person..."

She laughed: "He has always been like this, playing tricks and tricks, but there is still some so-called humanity left in his heart. He is neither completely immersed in the battle like that red madman, nor is he like that noisy bird.

Calculating anything without any bottom line. It’s sad, it’s sad. But he did a great job this time.”

"I actually didn't see the situation on that planet clearly..." she said humorously. "I lost, well, that's true. You can be lucky. Unfortunately, you won't be able to see it.

It’s a scene of your victory.”

Steve couldn't answer her, he wanted to, but he couldn't.

Pain attacked him at every level. At this moment, Steve Rogers suddenly understood something. So far, every enemy he had experienced wanted to kill him and kill him -

-But Nurgle is different.

She didn't want to kill him, on the contrary, she wanted him to be 'reborn'. Reborn into something he absolutely couldn't accept.

Rebirth.

These two words echoed in his heart, causing ripples of fear. Nurgle's laughter still echoed in his ears: "Yes, it seems you have understood. Killing is not something I like, and I don't want to

There is no point in killing you, child. I just want you to feel it and experience the reality of this dark galaxy. In this way, you will understand who is right."

Steve didn't listen to her words. He just tried his best to dig deep into his heart, trying to find a corner that was not filled with pain. I don't know how long it took, as if the person who was thrown into the sea was finally exhausted because of his physical strength.

But when he couldn't hold on and drowned, he found it.

The Emperor stood before him.

The emperor he saw for the first time looked like a frail, skinny old man. He looked like a skeleton, and he was looking at him with pity.

Then there was a warrior wearing golden armor and looking like a god. He was extremely tall, holding a gorgeous sword in his hand, and looked at him coldly.

A skeleton-like corpse...the empty eye sockets were also looking at him.

A king.

A madman.

A wishful thinking person.

A child crying while holding his father's skull.

A man who wants all human beings to live freely.

A preaching pastor.

A scientist who hates religion.

A... dark shadow.

Steve looked at them blankly, and then, the old man spoke. Light and fury filled his body at this moment, the golden light that burned his soul, and the endless rage and hatred made Steve wake up in an instant.

"Steve."

The sound came from his mouth, but it was not any known language, but a concept. Any creature, the moment it heard the sound, could understand what he wanted to say.

The old man looked at him, the warrior looked at him, the king looked at him, the madman, the daydreamer, the child, the priest, the scientist, the shadow - countless people, they all looked at him.

"Steve Rogers."

The roaring storm began to echo in his ears, and Steve howled helplessly in the rain that could destroy the planet, like a wounded beast. His heart was in severe pain at that moment, as if he had learned that Carter

The day he died - then, he suddenly calmed down. A dying sun floated in front of his eyes.

Thousands, tens of thousands, countless consciousnesses echoed in his mind, speaking their own words and issuing their own commands. Never stopping, echoing, constantly echoing. The never-ending echoes, numerous and terrifying

The future unfolded in front of Steve one after another.

Steve, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly raised his head.

The old man said: "Stand up."

The next second, endless light burst out from his body.