This is the most intuitive feeling and the most destructive instinct. Even the newborn Primarch cannot always resist such crazy power.
She felt hungry.
There is also pain, pain coming from the brain, which comes and goes and is annoying.
The dirty but extremely delicious soul named [Erebus] was not able to appease the hole deep in her soul. Instead, it completely released the frozen rain like the first rain in early spring.
Hunger, the most primitive instinct, kept roaring in her mind, demanding to be satisfied.
Morgan frowned.
In this roar, she clearly heard some distant laughter mixed with it. The laughter was neither male nor female, full of indelible flattery and hunger, like an evil sycophant mocking and being poisoned.
of king.
In the crazy laughter, she could still vaguely hear some low whispers, which seemed like a hypocritical mother lamenting her dedication and hard work, and legitimately demanding her surrender and joy.
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Urged by instinct and hunger, she continued to devour those wailing souls until she could no longer count how many she had devoured, until a faint sound of temporary satisfaction came out of the ocean of consciousness, until her spirit finally
Supplementing the energy is enough to discover the true masterpieces among these souls.
"Our soldiers were only one step away from you until your master intervened. He saved you and made our souls your food!"
【soul】
【16th】
"We can talk."
So, she stretched out her invisible hand, easily grabbed one, and carefully observed the sharp appearance and ferocious face on it.
"You are a lackey of the evil god, a puppet of tyranny, and a despicable beast. I know what you are relying on. You have become His servants and slaves just like those miserable races who have given up on themselves. You have become His servants and slaves for even a moment of happiness for your master.
regardless of costs!"
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"The Council of Prophets has known about your arrival for a long time. The greatest supreme prophets are trembling for your dark future. We have mobilized all guardians and rangers, fire dragons and howling banshees, and even powerful nether structures.
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"This should have killed you, should have ended your humble and dirty life, and completely strangled your fate on the edge of these wild stars! If it weren't for these ignorant guys, these ignorant compatriots, and this damned
The degenerate scum of Comoros! We did it a long time ago!"
As soon as the slave-like black alien spit out its plea for mercy, it was pierced by Morgan's fingertips without hesitation. She threw the howling guy into her mouth, only feeling that its taste was the same as that of Erreba.
Si is the closest.
These alien souls are fragile and delicious. When she chews them handful by handful, she can extract the slightest sweetness from them. Delicious snacks like this are now all over the sky, and they are wandering among the layers of white bones.
Above, there were howls and screams before death.
The taste can only be said to be very weak, far less delicious than that [Erebus], but it can satisfy her hunger, and the pain in her mind seems to have eased a bit.
【68th】
She could hear that voice longing for something, and this desire had become the best motivation at this moment, urging her to stagger away from the place, and finally walked towards the messy ruins of the battlefield.
This is really a big meal.
Compared with the sweetness and deliciousness of Erebus and other dark souls, these strange, whiter souls are either as bland as water, or sour and difficult to swallow.
She was sitting in the center of this ancient battlefield, clutching those delicious food called souls in her hands. At first, she just chewed and swallowed wantonly. After she was slightly full, she slowed down and began to carefully feel her lips and teeth.
The taste of time.
【69th】
【No.252】
Even the craziest and most deviant artist in the galaxy probably cannot imagine such a scene:
A baby was walking in the dead cold wind. She was walking on the ancient battlefield like this, with a blazing new heart moving among countless bones, like a priest inspecting her own temple.
This world was once full of vitality, until the weapons and malice brought by the war completely destroyed it. She tried her best to climb up and look into the distance, only to find the vague shadow of a village on the skyline, but it was also submerged in the thick smoke.
She looked around and saw only ruins, silence and desolation. The so-called civilization had turned into corpses and smoke, scattered across the vast land and among the burning woods.
They belong to some kind of [alien].
Then, the Primarch felt sleepy.
Peeling back the wall of thousands of wailing bodies, Morgan discovered three interesting things.
But if you look more carefully, you will find that the carvings on these so-called "snow flakes" are not pure white, but countless screaming and twisted faces, each of which represents a soul who died in vain on the battlefield.
In front of this bone priest, there are countless strange-shaped snow flakes, which seem to be wandering in the air accompanied by the shrill sound of wind, unwilling to melt for a long time.
After witnessing this scene, the well-dressed white alien finally poured out a vicious curse.
The superhuman thinking ability of the Primarch was gradually unblocked and flowing with the continuous influx of energy. It took her a while to read and organize the thousands of memory fragments and chaotic knowledge in her brain one by one.
Some of them are pure white, like innocent guards, some are the opposite to the extreme black, exuding a chilling and violent atmosphere, and more are a mottled mixture of black and white - no matter what, they are now
Just the nothingness of powerlessness and resentment.
She had to deal with it, at least find a way to suppress it temporarily.
But they were indeed very effective. As the last sounds of these powerful aliens disappeared from Morgan's consciousness, she felt that the unbearable hunger also disappeared, and the severe pain in her mind gradually weakened.
Finally it got to a point where it could be completely ignored.
Its curse may have just begun, but Morgan's patience was already exhausted by the vague and hypocritical remarks. Her consciousness spread and flew like a sharp blade, instantly piercing the alien's body.
The companions or guards wanted to resist with their lives, but the result was that the two screaming souls disappeared into Morgan's sea of soul at the same time, and there was no sound again.
When she thought of [Aliens], an impulse filled with killing and destruction rippled through her heart. Along with this impulse, the pain in her mind became more intense, making her frown uncontrollably.
And every second this laughter lasted, her hunger expanded, constantly destroying her sanity, and longing to turn her into some unspeakable beast.
Hmm...it's sour.
【15th】
So, this is [No. 1]
But that's none of her business. What she needs now is clothes that can cover her body, means to protect herself, and souls. More souls. She needs to eat as many of them as possible to relieve the pain in her brain.
To satisfy endless hunger and gain more knowledge and power.
Although her memory was still fragmented and vague, and there seemed to be some irresistible force preventing her from pursuing her past experiences, those innate knowledge reserves opened the door to her without hesitation: she glanced at the food she was about to enjoy.
Delicious food, her mind automatically identified the owners of these souls:
【No.253】
Morgan is walking under the bloody sunset in the wild world.
They were three particularly huge souls. Compared with their miserable mud-like counterparts, they obviously maintained a similar shape to their original state. The two whiter ones were glaring at her, while the more sinful one could barely hide himself.
of fear.
【14th】
"You sinful beast!"
Morgan licked the corner of his mouth.
Those unknown numbers of men in strange armor, who call themselves the Word Bearers, want to harm her, and she must use all means to protect herself.
"Do you know His nature? Do you know your pathetic and ridiculous future? You..."
After swallowing another stream of souls, Morgan moved her limbs and found that they could withstand running and throwing. So, she picked up a dagger from the crushed corpse, waved it twice, and began to move toward the bones.
Advance in dense areas.
【67th】
As her will became clearer, the soul of the Primarch could even briefly float away from her body and come to the sky. Relying on the excellent perspective here, Morgan began to observe the world she was in, and soon...
I understood everything in front of me.
【No.251】
Suppressing these chaotic thoughts and temporarily blocking the distant laughter, Morgan closed his eyes and quietly threw the alien soul into his mouth.
Thousands of twisted souls were floating in front of Morgan, spinning, wailing, and using unidentifiable language to curse and curse this extraordinary baby, because they died for her.
After a while, her body was already wrapped in a tailored piece of clothing and a few scattered gadgets. After satisfying her most basic sense of shame, she continued to eat.
She raised her head and found that the sky was already covered with clouds. Soon, along with the unprecedented violent hurricane during the day, raindrops and hailstones of all sizes fell from the clouds, ruthlessly hitting the ground, destroying large areas.
Corpses and jungle.
Obviously, this wild world does have a side just like its name.
But before that, the original body had returned to her own small world. This circular fortress made of metal and branches was still a reliable barrier, able to protect her body temperature in the cold night.
So, after confirming the safety around the habitat for the last time, Morgan quickly fell asleep. This time, no one should disturb her again.