She emerged from the sorrow of thousands of souls.
Towards a more distant, miserable and lonely future.
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Morgan blinked.
Blinked again.
Then blinked again...
Finally, that too bright golden light finally moved away from her pupils and field of vision, like a star slowly moving away, disappearing at the edge of the realm of memory.
Morgan stared at it, and every time her eyes crossed the sharp and dazzling light, her back would tremble involuntarily.
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"This is of no use at all..."
He also made great achievements with the surrender of countless people, but he was so arrogant that he only allowed himself to control everything.
It was exactly the same as the day he left his hometown.
She hates it.
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So, she shelved the scene.
He could hear the sighs of relief resounding in everyone's throats when those warriors claimed that they were not here for [taxes].
"Those idiots, what do they know..."
But she also knew that that sacrifice, that selflessness, that light did not belong to her.
Hector saw those tall silver-armored warriors walking out of the huge iron bird, and his biological father knelt at their feet, speaking humbly, like the most respectful servant of the royal family.
All kinds of twisted aliens rushed towards them continuously, but even the most powerful and fearless individuals among them could only vaguely appear at the end of Hector's field of vision, and then wailed suddenly.
And collapsed with a scream, turning into another chewing and slightly satisfied sigh from the lady.
"But now, they are here and they want to take you away."
He sighed and turned around slowly.
Does not belong to anyone.
…
He was walking on a dead land, leaning on the Persian cat lady who could devour the world on his left shoulder, and holding the dark green phase sword tightly in his right hand: although he had not wielded it for some time.
Hector comes from Priam, an ordinary feudal world that is not too far from Holy Terra, but because of its remote location, it has not been taken seriously by the top brass of the human empire for a long time.
"Probably, I want you to survive."
After all, although she was full of awe and fear of that golden figure, it didn't mean that she didn't have the courage to fight with him.
Morgan couldn't tell for a moment whether this was ridiculously noble selflessness or despicable selfishness.
He embarked on a gamble in the name of a race, and the stake was the rest of his eternal life that he could have been able to sit back and relax.
"Those angels of death..."
Morgan uttered this comment softly, but she soon realized that such a simple word could not explain it all. She began to think and experienced the pain necessary for thinking.
The king suddenly stopped, lowered his head, and casually threw the sword aside.
The king sighed and seemed to want to say something else, but in the end he raised his sword.
When Hector heard that sigh, he actually sighed quietly in his heart.
She always hugged him without saying a word. Whenever she wanted to say something, she would be replaced by endless sobs and sobs. She would caress the scars sadly, but never complained about it.
Just like that, he was chosen.
That year, Hector was ten years old, and he was already a royal scion old enough to ride and hunt on his own.
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And during the remaining rest time, he had to stay with his biological mother. Vaguely, he could no longer remember the situation at that time. He only remembered that his biological mother's tears were like a gurgling stream on his forehead and shoulders.
dripping.
Morgan discovered that she was witnessing a rather twisted and strong will, and a strange reality that was enough to plunge her thinking into endless confusion.
Seeing such a scene, looking at mountains of corpses and seas of blood one after another, Hector was not shocked, confused, sighed, or even shocked.
"The role? The role of training?"
They fought and faced each other until the bright moon hung high in the sky.
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Until that day, the huge shadow swept across the royal forest and gardens, shrouding the entire palace in shadow and uneasiness.
The new blood of the Legion.
Then, the shattered bodies of those untouchables will be scattered around every corner, telling Hector the power of the true top psykers.
"I'm not a knight, I'm not a sage, and I'm not a general or marshal. I'm just a king..."
"nothing."
"If we talk about purpose."
Her inner instinct told her that sooner or later she would need what she had just witnessed.
But soon, these extraterrestrial visitors, who abided by etiquette, made their demands clear.
"The last time."
Until one day, an imperial warship docked in the sky above this world.
When Hector arrived at the training ground, he was surprised to find that the knights and veterans were no longer there. His father was standing independently in the center of the training ground, looking at the statues in the square: Those are the family statues.
Honor tells how generations of ancestors in the family have used unyielding and cunning to create the great cause of unity.
He wanted to say something else, but he no longer had the confidence.
This ruthless sun wheel wantonly squanders the lives of those he loves, using belief, despicability and slaughter to build a crazy great cause. This great cause only exists and operates for him alone, but he sincerely desires all
All the ignorant can have it.
He waved his hand, and the red stars gave his shadow a layer of light.
That night was the final training.
He is one of the eight children of the king. His mother's line is not very noble, but he is born quite strong and tall. By the time he was ten years old, his size and strength were almost the same as those of the most powerful knights under his biological father.
Yes, wearing armor is enough to look fake and real.
But Hector didn't have the energy to care about all this, because since he became the only chosen prince, the remaining time he had was almost locked in the training ground by his biological father, the best knight and veteran
He was carefully selected and trained with him day and night, and even his father himself would join in. They waved their swords fiercely, as if this was a real life-and-death fight.
These sentiments had been squandered by him in the previous Terra Standards.
"Even if there's even a glimmer of possibility..."
The cold sun overlooks and shines on all the people in the name of selflessness, but also mercilessly allows those unfortunates to burn under his blazing heat, as if His mercy is only enveloped in a vain word, not
Every living life represented by this title.
But soon, she realized that now was not a good time to think about this issue.
"You are leaving tomorrow. Now, go and spend time with your mother."
In other words, fear.
This god-given power allowed him to be regarded as the pride, favor and future of the royal family. While his brothers and sisters were still learning rigid etiquette and conversation in the courtyard, he could wear a strong sword and fight in the royal hunting forest.
Just kill a whole day at will.
He could vaguely see his biological father's stiff smile and his biological mother's low cry hiding in the crowd.
Even those who were untouchable did not change the situation: Morgan just blew a gentle breeze, and in an instant it turned into a destructive storm carrying stones and metal, sweeping towards the end of the field of vision.
After some time, those shining armor warriors who had gone to various parts of the kingdom also came back one after another. Some of them were empty-handed, and some were followed by one or two strong young children. It was at that time that Hector met
Salieri: He followed an [elegant] warrior holding a staff, exuding uncontrollable strange surprises. People said that it was witchcraft.
The selection continued for a while, and every young child in the royal capital was asked to participate. They walked into the temporary houses one by one, and most of them came out quickly and returned to their original lives.
Among them, only a few people stayed there, and most of them only stayed for a few more days.
"They always say that I am the worst king of the generation."
In fact, this was not because of the lack of enemies. As they gradually penetrated deeper into the real core area of the battle moon, the automatic sensing system in Hector's helmet never stopped screaming.
These days lasted for a while, maybe one or two Terran standard months, until the last silver-armored warrior returned to the royal capital.
How selfish.
Now, looking at this scene that was like a natural disaster, Hector's face was filled with numbness, endless numbness.
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"After three hundred years of rule, I was the only one who chose to surrender to foreign enemies. I was willing to pay high taxes rather than use swords and blood to defend the ancient glory, the independence of the country, and the glory of my ancestors."
They want [blood].
"War is never a good thing."
How selfless.
Hecht was chosen almost immediately.
The leading soldier looked at his height of nearly two meters and heard his age. He was obviously stunned for a moment, and then nodded.
【arrogant】
He was like a clock that had been wound up, moving towards the goal in his mind with the surest steps. At the same time, he tried hard to make his movements and steps match the sound of the constant eating breathing on his left shoulder. This was what he could do now.
The only thing to do.
So, under the scarlet starry sky, father and son started another fight that was infinitely closer to reality.
Hector stopped his biological father and asked him the questions he had been having these days.
The king laughed. He seemed to instinctively want to speak at length, but in the end, he just pieced together a few sentences intermittently.
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he said.
They are bright red.
"I once thought that this choice would allow me, or at least my family, to stay away from war."
"When I saw how those fleets covered the entire sky, there was only this I could do."
"That's it...go and rest..."
"I'm not a good father. Frankly speaking, I can't even call each of your brothers by name. Enough time has been wasted on me. I can only train with you... But I actually I can't teach you anything."
It's just that now, the time has not come yet.
She knew what that silent figure and unhesitating movements meant: sacrifice, selflessness, the unbiased light radiated by the cold sun.
After repeating this process for an unknown amount of time, Hector even felt that his spirit had entered a rather relaxed state. He was even able to raise his head and look at the stars above his head.
In the end, Hector watched as his biological father covered his face with his old palms, hunched over, and disappeared into the darkness little by little.