The world was burning, but he couldn't see clearly.
Thick smoke was covering the sky, but he could smell it and hear it.
The burning bodies of the soldiers inside the armor, the cracking of stones on the city wall that were roasted by hellish fire, and the ear-piercing screams.
The war has begun.
The thick ashes that swelled with the death of the huge alien swept across the killing battlefield outside a magnificent fortress. Their assault failed to break through the front line to approach the siege artillery, but the artillery also disappeared from his sight.
——Maintaining endless bombardment.
What violent music.
His heart beats and dances with its thunderous melody.
Then they started pushing, pushing hard.
The sun here was scorching, and he was sweltering in his heavy armor. The heat released by his skin had begun to blur the air.
A soldier wearing light gray armor stood aside and shouted the slogan of charge. The surrounding soldiers responded in unison, summoning increasingly powerful anger, making the heat stronger.
A flag is flying in the air.
what is that?
He couldn't see clearly.
Then he started running, leaving everything behind him, his joints becoming hot from the continuous use.
A bullet hit his shoulder armor, but it had no effect.
He roared angrily and looked at the flag again, which was the only thing he could still see through the smoke.
But why can't he see anything clearly?
Somewhere nearby, a certain existence was fighting. Even if that existence was distant and invisible, it still made him excited.
For a few seconds, the smoke thinned, and he caught a glimpse of bright yellow shining through the gray.
"Over there."
A voice appeared behind him, and armored hands stretched out from behind his shoulders to guide him.
"Dorne and his heirs have done well. Our brothers have a number of warriors."
"Indeed."
"Then should we be more perfect than he is?"
The person behind him said that he turned around and saw only a toothy smile and a scattered blue-purple color, and then the thick smoke engulfed them again.
"Okay, brother!"
brother?
The word made his heart palpitate.
He began to laugh, his voice loud and rough, not caring about the bullets fired at him from the smoke, and then pointed at the gray.
"How about we take a sword and stick it straight into the throat of one of those savage creatures, eh, bro?"
The other party did not respond.
Then he started running on his own, and the entire team issued a new charge order as he ran.
The soldiers followed him.
After passing through the smoke, he saw a tall metal tower collapsing with a slow and unstoppable grace. Like a sword cutting into the thick smoke, it continued to collapse and disintegrate as it fell.
When it finally hit the ground, the impact shook the entire battlefield like an earthquake, blowing away the thick smoke and revealing the true enemy.
They had ugly square faces, protruding fangs, disgusting green skin, and wore pointed helmets. They were sweating under the heavy armor. They looked determined but fearful, standing in rows, roaring loudly in demonstration.
Sporadic fire came from the breached city wall, mostly live ammunition and strange energy weapons.
He held high a weapon that looked like a spear or a halberd, and led the team forward.
"Let the harvest begin!"
Suddenly, he roared, infected by fighting fever.
Then he jumped over the gap in the city wall, jumped over the rubble piles and the injured underneath, and rushed towards the opponents who were still able to fight.
Roaring angrily, I chopped off a big man's head and suddenly glanced around me.
Why? Why couldn't he see that person's face clearly?
"These greenskins are never finished, right? Even Horus suffered at their hands."
Horus? Why say Horus——
who is he?
But he soon put these problems behind him. He kept waving his weapon, and soon the spear tip was dyed red, slaughtering a large number of defenders.
Their formation first became curved and then collapsed.
At that moment, he heard the trumpet blowing. Victory was approaching, but the bloodshed was far from over.
He killed two enemies at the same time with a single thrust, impaling them both on his spear, and then a large man over four meters tall rushed over, with scars all over its head, brandishing a metal hook that looked like
A handy weapon.
He dodged the first blow, and then threw the spear with his backhand and penetrated the head of the giant beast.
The enemy fell, he stepped on the hill-like corpse and pulled out his spear.
But then he began to hear the cheers of victory as the flag was raised to the sky. All the soldiers were cheering for him, and he could feel the reverence of these soldiers.
They loved him so much and were proud of him.
Suddenly, that blue-purple figure walked up to him and put her hand on his shoulder.
"brother--"
All the images began to fly by, and he wanted to see the man's face clearly.
In a burst of ticking sounds, the retinal display responded to his expectations.
Soshyan blinked and found that he was wearing armor and a helmet in his own room.
Did he just have a dream?
"Bros."
There was no one around Soshyan. He wanted to call out to others, and they responded, but it was very strange.
Some kind of weird laughter shot through the sound waves like a machine gun, followed closely by loud curses and screams.
Suddenly, the channel became dead again.
He tried several other channels, but they were all dead, all silent, and then the entire ship obviously began to speed up.
Soshyan tasted the sting of uneasiness. The sudden emptiness of the ship was a worrying mystery, which caused a wry smile to creep on his pale lips.
He felt as if he was still in a dream.
The dream within the dream sounds both incredible and terrifying.
"I’m waiting for you."
A voice rang in his ears, and Soshyan drew his sword, left his room, and followed his will to the bridge.
The journey from his room to the bridge was no more than ten minutes, but the main spine of the Unbound Soul was equally empty when he passed by.
When he entered the bridge, he almost didn't recognize it as a place where he often stayed.
Although this place is still the same as before, it is a huge oval building in Gothic style, and the ceiling and walls are filled with gargoyle statues or other strange carvings.
But the style has changed. A mutilated angel roars silently on the central throne, his eyes are entangled with barbed wires, while a bat-winged demon stretches its long wings across the turret on the second floor.
The air is filled with blasphemy, torture and devil worship.
A throne in the middle rose high, its huge volume aimed at the tactical display screen, and above, a broken body was nailed and bound by chains.