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The young Lucifer Black Willitosis drew his power sword from the chest of a traitor.

This is not over yet, with twelve points of composure, he narrowly avoided the battle dagger that another traitor stabbed at him, and the backhand was a sword to seal his throat. Blood spattered, and the shameful traitor fell, clutching his throat.

Litossis watched him die without mercy, without the slightest commotion in his heart. He leaned against the wall, pulled out the bolt gun at his waist, felt the vibration of the ground, and waited patiently—about forty seconds later, a group of people entered the narrow corridor.

Then, death came.

Litossis pulled the trigger at them blankly, and the gunshots rang out. Under such circumstances, the bomb exerted twelve points of power, pierced through the chest of the previous person, and the remaining momentum remained unabated, and smashed the stomach of the other person.

When the twelve bombs were fired, the rebels who came to support them were all dead.

At this time, Litosis began to communicate with his superior in the communication channel: "Litosis reports that the west corridor has been completely controlled by me, and the offensive can be started."

"Yes, Captain Litosis, stay where you are and stay alert."

Litosis did as he was told, and the order to 'stay where he was, stay alert' allowed him to kill 173 rebels with one person in the west corridor. When all the dust settled, the ship once in the hands of the traitors returned to them.

"Another feat, Captain Letosis."

His officer came over, his tone was relaxed and his expression warm. Litosis did not have a happy expression, but nodded calmly.

The defense of Terra changed so many people, and Litosis was one of them. He is no longer as obsessed with honor as before.

His appearance did not surprise the officer too much, Litosis had been transferred to their regiment for two years, and he had made great achievements. It stands to reason that he could have been promoted and rewarded long ago, but he refused every time. Just want to stay in this special legion to hunt down those traitors.

He smiled, and Litosis's persistence naturally made him respect: "Get back on the ship and get ready, Captain. Someone wants to see you."

"see me?"

Litosis frowned.

After a while.

The meeting was held as scheduled.

Litosis spent half an hour bathing and changing clothes. When he stepped into the conference room, he saw two officers wearing the uniform of the Ministry of Military Affairs without any accident.

"...Two sirs, as I remember, I paid back half a year ago, and I don't want any kind of promotion."

The taller of them smiled: "We know, Captain Litosis. Your reasons for not wanting to be promoted are also valid, and we have no reason to object. However, we are not here to discuss promotions with you. The problem."

The shorter one also nodded, but instead of smiling, he looked serious: "If it's just a matter of promotion, we don't need to come in person."

"What's that?" asked Litosis.

The two looked at each other as if they had reached a certain consensus. The tall officer nodded at him and said, "That's right, Captain. You were in the Second Battle of Terra, didn't you?"

Litosis frowned, and even began to doubt the true identities of these two people - is it possible to go out to work without knowing his own files?

He answered patiently: "Yes, in fact, I used to be a member of the Lucifer Black Guard."

"Are you okay with the dissolution of the Lucifer Black Guard?" the short official asked suddenly. "Do you want to rebuild it?"

"...It's not a funny joke." Litosis has narrowed his eyes. "It's not even a joke, sir, please be honest."

The tall official smiled and took out what looked like an electromagnetic coil from his belt. He fiddled with it a few times and put the thing on the table.

Facing the puzzled eyes of Litosis, the tall official explained: "This is a new type of technology, used to isolate any form of eavesdropping... Of course, it's just a little unnecessary caution, please also Don't take it to heart."

His smile, attitude and even this meticulous explanation made Litosis feel absurd. Who doesn't know that the officers of the Ministry of Military Affairs are all uncles? When have they ever been so polite to people?

"What the **** are you-"

The short officer interrupted him and said calmly: "—As you think, we are indeed not officials of the Ministry of Military Affairs, Captain Litosis. We are from a top-secret organization that has just been established."

Litosis listened calmly on the surface, but he was actually thinking about how to notify the people outside the conference room. Due to the relationship between the meeting, he did not bring any weapons, and he felt a little regret at this time.

Unexpectedly, his thoughts were completely sensed by the short officer, who showed a rare smile, which was not peaceful, and looked very stiff, as if his facial muscles were not familiar with this feeling.

"It's also right that you don't trust us, so please give me and my colleagues a chance to prove our identity, how about that?"

Litosis nodded coldly.

The tall official slowly put his hand into the girdle. His girdle was like a bottomless pit, and his elbows still didn't reach the bottom. This unconventional scene made Litosis's face twitch, and he lunged towards the tall official.

The opponent was thrown to the ground by him, and Litosis had already figured out a way to deal with the short man at this moment. He had to strike the tall man on the neck first to stun him, then turn around and knock down the short man with a sweeping blow, pulling him into ground combat. Who knew that his hand had just been raised, and it stopped in mid-air.

Because the tall man took out an instrument from his belt, and from the center of the instrument, there was a golden light that let Litosis feel very familiar - he had felt it during the second defense of Terra. This brilliance will never be forgotten in this lifetime.

After a moment.

Litosis sat opposite the two of them with embarrassment on his face, his back straight: "You should have explained your identity to me earlier..."

"We were explaining, Captain," said the short one. "But you seem to be in a hurry. Of course, it is also my companion who is not very familiar with the pattern technology. In short, please allow us to tell you what we are here for."

The tall man coughed: "The thing is, the Empire needs a group of capable and completely loyal people. So we found you, Captain Letossis. You are capable, in fact, capable."

The short took his words in a tacit understanding: "Not only did you survive the battle of Terra, according to records, you even killed a Khorne beast and seventy-two bloodletters with your own hands. Amazing record."

The tall man coughed again, as if his throat was uncomfortable: "In the one and a half years you joined the Hunting Corps, you have also made great achievements. In fact, we have been observing you for a long time - based on careful discussion, we believe that , now is the time."

"I don't understand, you two."

Litosis was not dazed by their flattery of himself. On the contrary, he remained calm: "What do you want me to do?"

The two looked at each other.

"It's not what we want you to do, Captain," the tall man said slowly. "It's what the Empire wants you to do - I'll just say it straight, the Empire has a plan and needs people like you."

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Frank said slowly, "I don't understand, Fulgrim."

"Huh?" Phoenix asked suspiciously.

"You've been here three years..." Frank pointed to the completely cleaned ruins. "Just doing these things?"

Fulgrim didn't seem to understand what he meant at all, and even answered seriously.

"Ah, of course not only, I think about it."

Phoenix, who was wearing a thin cloth, pondered for a while, and then replied, "I also carved tombstones for many soldiers who died here."

Frank's brows were deepening.

"Of course, they have no corpses to hold back. Ten thousand years have passed and they have become one with the planet. Hear the wind howling, Frank, that might be the sound that once blew through their empty ribs. …”

Fulgrim lowered his head and stared at the ground: "For ten thousand years, no one even mentioned them."

His grief was clearly misused, and Frank didn't bother to bother about it. The Punisher didn't answer him at all, and changed the subject: "What else?"

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"...you're really impatient, you know?"

"I know, so, what else?"

Fulgrim sighed, and suddenly felt that he was talking to Angron: "Did He tell you what you asked He to do here?"

"He asked me to come here to save people."

"Fortunately he mentioned this matter, otherwise I don't know how to explain it to you."

Fulgrim sighed again: "I will try to explain to you as soon as possible, anyway, I guess you don't care why this phenomenon occurs here."

Frank returned a look of approval.

"In a nutshell...Insteffan III is a dead planet, but it is unlike any other, and the betrayal that took place here was so tragic that it created some other thing."

"demon?"

"No, no, but an echo."

Fulgrim said with complex eyes: "There are many people... trapped in this echo, and these souls have experienced that betrayal and unwinnable battle over and over again. And what you have to do, is Get them out. I feel compelled to tell you in advance that you won't kill anyone in the process."

"What you see is just the phantom of the old days, but it's best not to take it lightly."

Frank didn't speak, just nodded. He didn't even ask why only he could enter this echo.

He doesn't care.

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Saul Tarvitz doesn't care how long the fight goes on today, for now, all he cares about is one thing.

Gritting his teeth, he dragged a badly wounded brother back from the enemy's muzzle. It was the pharmacist's job, but the pharmacist was dead. They were all dead, and many others, all dead.

The orbital bombardment destroyed many things, their loyalty, their beliefs. But there are some things that even death cannot erase, like the will of Saul Tarvitz.

He will never give in.

However, some things have started to mirror the lake - like where the **** he is now.

He remembered being in Anthem City, he remembered giving a warning to all who remained loyal...then they went underground, relying on the trenches to the west of Anthem City and the underground defenses from the deadly survived the virus bomb.

But there is another memory, one of his speeches among the few hundred survivors. He remembered what he said, as well as the expressions on the faces of those who looked at death.

what did i say? where am i now?

His questions were dispelled by the incoming bomb, and Tarvitz dragged the badly wounded brother back to the back of the bunker to find him dead. When he died, his eyes were still wide open, blood smeared his face, and the fatal wound was a vicious sword skill that tore half of his chest cavity.

He recognized that kind of martial arts, and anger began to boil in his heart—what else is more ironic than being killed by someone he once regarded as his brother?

Saul Tarvitz poked his head out from behind the cover, and three traitors were approaching him. Their armor was blue and white, and they were clearly World Eaters.

Not the two thousand great warriors still loyal, led by Captain Erlen, but a group of cowards who succumbed to their wretched father.

"Come out, Tarvitz!"

One of them slurred his name: "Come out and we'll give you a death worthy of you! You've earned our respect."

your respect? You are nothing, and your respect is even more useless.

Saul Tarvitz, face sinking, took his bolter from his dead brother's hand, checked the magazine, and had seven bullets left. If it weren't for the continuous gunfire outside, most of these three people would have already discovered his location, but that's fine, the gunfire gave him a solution.

He bent down, intending to transfer out of the bunkers, but suddenly heard a scream. Looking up, Sol Tavitz shrank. He saw a black-armored warrior who appeared out of nowhere and cut a traitor in half with a sword.

The serrations of the chainsaw sword were still spinning, still not stopping. Broken flesh and blood splashed out, but he had already disappeared in place. The next second, a short knife pierced through the heads of the remaining two traitors.

Who is this? !

One hand picked up the chainsaw sword stuck in the traitor's body, and a low, ice-like voice sounded from the darkness: "Come out."