Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 320 309. The Burning of the Perfect City

Dry restlessness enveloped Cyrene, and on her dark brown beautiful face, the long and curly eyelashes trembled slightly.

The morning light of the seventh day shone on her. She blinked her eyes in confusion, and found herself leaning against the wall of her balcony. She slowly got up, and was shocked to find that all the people in this residential area had been evacuated. , closed doors and windows and deserted streets.

A vague siren sounded in the distance, and the blue-armored giants were giving their final warning—today was the last day.

Cyrene felt a strong sense of unreality, her memory still remained on the first day of cursing the giants, but the reality strongly reminded her that today is the last day, if she does not leave, the flames and the punishment will descend upon her head together.

Cyrene stumbled to her feet, and it was too late to clean up. She hurriedly grabbed a gray robe, and then ran out the door. She ran past the crowds of sacred candles piled up on the street, past broken idols, and a messy square. Whispering in her ears, she remembered—

She remembered that she had dreamed of the God Emperor!
The God Emperor sighed and said something to her, did he seem to be grieving the destruction of the perfect city?So why did he burn it?Immediately afterwards, Cyrene remembered that not only a god had appeared in his dream.

The memory is very vague, she remembered the language in the dark, completely different from the God Emperor, the punisher from the dark kindly pointed out to her the dirtiness of their beliefs, this is the reason why they are destined to be destroyed - their beliefs are unclean .

Thinking of this incident made Cyrene's heart skip a beat.

Like a sign, she turned her head subconsciously, and saw a mass of darkness covering the sculpture at the highest point in the city, but she blinked, and the darkness disappeared in an instant.

He was watching them, always.

My God... My God, God Emperor!Pluto on top!
Finally, Cyrene ran out of breath to the end of the procession out of the city, those giants in blue armor looked at her suspiciously, she panted heavily, Cyrene had understood, she understood—she Know the truth, and what she should do.

The god showed her the way in a dream.

She followed the last group of people out of the city. The soldiers directed the refugees to board the ship and leave the land that was about to be burned, but she refused. She felt the puzzled and pitiful eyes of those soldiers—now she knew They are angels too, and they are also His angels.

Relying on a short rest when leaving the city, Cyrene rallied, and she resolutely walked towards the foothills of the Galahei Mountains near the Perfect City-as a person who knows the truth, Cyrene needs to witness all this...she needs...she You need to be with the Perfect City, accept it, and accept the divine punishment.

Human beings witness history, and history shapes civilization.

If their civilization is to be saved, they need people to witness this punishment.

On the mountain, the rough wind blew her gray robe, and the corners of the clothes flew. Cyrene took a deep breath, and she stood there firmly, looking at the perfect city, the golden city in the clouds. It became dim under the cover, and the thick and dense gray clouds covered the sky like impenetrable rocks——

A piece of rubble floated in space and hit the upper porthole.

Guilliman stood silently in front of the observation window, watching the gravel go away, and in the void farther away, the ships of the Ultramarines surrounded the sky above the Perfect City in a perfect attack formation. Airspace, awaiting orders from Guilliman.

The death knell is about to ring.

The entire command room was terribly silent, no one dared to speak out, and the soldiers seemed to have stopped breathing.

Guilliman cast his eyes down inconspicuously, and the message on the command board showed that the nearby Mandeville point had received a message from the Word Bearers—they were approaching, at an unimaginable speed.

Guilliman thought of Lorgar, the brother who always talked about religion. Guilliman never agreed with Lorgar, but... just disagreed.

not yet……

Guilliman silently stopped his dangerous thoughts. He focused his thoughts on Lorgar instead of the complicated relationship behind this incident. Lorgar was the shortest of them. In areas other than religion, this brother is extremely tolerant and gentle, and often comes out to mediate when brothers quarrel.

but now……

The last grain of sand in the hourglass fell into the abyss, and Lorja's request communication on the command board sounded.

Guilliman didn't do anything, he didn't sigh, he didn't pause, he didn't feel tense, uneasy...all of that.

He just said,

【emission. 】

Guilliman looked at the beam of light in the distance, his spaceship was still quietly floating in this star field, except for a shallow arc of light at his feet, it seemed like nothing happened here, it was still stable, Still silent.

He watched a piece of rubble float by and then fly away, nothing happened.

The earth is shaking!
Cyrene screamed uncontrollably, she saw the white light covering the sky tearing through the clouds, piercing towards the perfect city, accompanied by billions of falling meteorites burning, her eyeballs were burning!Melting!Brought up by the light spear, the overwhelming wind hit her, throwing her up easily!She clutched her gray robe tightly, screaming in the air like a dead leaf.

At the last moment, she saw the blazing perfect city and her flaming retina.

Cyrene didn't know whether she was burning, or the perfect city was burning, or if they were both burning.

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The day after the Perfect City burned, the first Word Bearers ships arrived at Kerr.

As a representative, a symbol, and a hint of mysticism, the first Word Bearer to set foot on this scorched earth was named Angletai.

After him, other fleets of the Word Bearers began to land on the ruins of the Perfect City under the orders of the Ultramarines.

The ruins of the perfect city are still burning, exuding the embers of the doomsday. The warriors in gray armor stood on the scorched earth, they were at a loss, but extremely angry.

The gods watched silently.

　No more.

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