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

Chapter 324 313. A Day Trip to the Word Bearers Corridor of Ms. Cyrene
Angertai found her on a piece of scorched earth.

He thought it was a dead person at first, and Angertai didn't understand why there were people who hadn't retreated, but then, he saw the slightly trembling hands of the "corpse".

She is still alive.

Without any thought (this is almost rare for Angletai), Angletai brought her into the Word Bearer's medical cabin, and the woman in his arms naturally received messages from other Word Bearers along the way. look.

The woman clearly held a certain... indescribable attraction to the Word Bearers, and her thin, ashen face was magical and felt... serene.

Giants in gray armor gathered outside the infirmary, more and more people gathered - the Word Bearers now abandoned, by the God-Emperor, by their Primarch, with no one to explain to them, no one to order them, Except for the annoying Ultramarines who have been calling them to pick up refugees, most of the Word Bearers are now idle...

...and panicked.

Generally speaking, the wavering of faith within the Word Bearers will be resolved by the priest of the legion, but in the face of the absurd reality, the priest himself has fallen into a state of bewilderment... not to mention that the chief priest Erebus has been executed, and other The priest naturally lost his due credibility on the side of the battle brothers.

People want to pray, but they worry about whether their previous prayers were correct. If there are flaws in their previous beliefs, what should they do?
They need someone to tell them what to do instead of just staying here, whether they are punished or redeemed, but there is no one to guide them, and their primarchs are too overwhelmed to save themselves.

In a situation where the general situation is chaotic and people are panicking, someone needs to stand up. Although Angertai didn't want to be a leader, because he was the first soldier to stand up, in the dark, his brothers were all standing up. look at him.

Under the helmet, Angertai smiled self-deprecatingly. He felt that the eyes of the people outside the medical room were almost shooting right through him.

He crouched down and took off his helmet in front of the medical bay—the pharmacist told him the lady was about to wake up.

Cyrene's eyelashes trembled, and the next moment, the lady opened her eyes.

She stood up slowly and looked around blankly. Angeltai suddenly realized that her eyes were not in focus, and a layer of distorted white mist enveloped her eyes.

She is blind.

But given everything she's been through, maybe just being blind is a blessing.

"Is anyone there? Where am I?"

Cyrene asked confusedly, and she realized that it was not the scorched sand under her body, but the cloth.

Then a hoarse voice sounded from the darkness around her,
"Ma'am, you're all right now, you're being treated in the Word Bearers' med bay—although you appear to be blind, what's your name?"

Word Bearers?
Cyrene was stunned for a moment, and then she asked, Angertai felt that she was trying hard to focus her eyes on him,

"My name is Cyrene, angel, what color is your armor?"

"grey."

The gray angel, Cyrene pursed her chapped lips and showed a smile.

"I'm waiting for you, angel."

Angertai was silent for a moment, then he asked cautiously,

"My name is Angelta, Cyrene, you said you were waiting for us, not far from the perfect city, why?"

Cyrene felt her heart beating violently. She spoke tremblingly, hoping that the angel would believe her words.
"me……"

Cyrene trembled restlessly,

"I saw Him, He... He wanted the brave to witness all this. The burning of the perfect city needed someone to witness it - and I was chosen."

She listened to the silence on the other side, the sound of breathing sounded, and there was no other sound.

"You bear witness to it - and then what are you going to say, if He really wants you to say something?"

Angletai asked calmly, in fact, the Word Bearer was loyal to his father, but to religion.In other words, the Emperor of God has his own insensitivity, and he is often admonished by priests and brothers for this reason.

Cyrene opened her mouth, and she felt the language rolling on the tip of her tongue, and the mantra stabbed her, bringing her unknown suffering in the future.

Angortai's eyes widened. He was still half-kneeling on the ground, but Cyrene stumbled to her feet. Right in front of the Word Bearers, tears flowed from her gray eyes.

"I see the truth... He still... He still allows you to believe."

She said she remembered the sadness in His eyes.

The words were nonsensical, but Angertai somehow felt relieved somewhere in his heart.

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The Emperor held his son's hand for a moment, Malcador on the opposite side looked at him worriedly, and Hades on the other side also looked over.

"What's wrong, Neos?"

Hades said carelessly, ignoring Malcador's gaze.

The Emperor calmly makes his next move on the chessboard,
"It's just pretending to be a ghost."

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"Are you sad?"

The blind woman walked on the promenade of the Word Bearers ship on thin ice. She felt that there were many people around her, and many eyes were looking at her. They seemed to want to step forward to help her, but she insisted on walking by herself.

She touched the shoulder armor of an angel, cold and round. They seemed to be waiting for her to speak, so she asked them.

She was answered by a long silence, and people were reluctant to speak.

Cyrene hesitated for a moment, and then she spoke again, speaking to the darkness, and she suddenly remembered the darkness she had faced, the glittering emerald green teardrops.

"Actually... I wasn't very interested in the notices on the square before."

she said, her voice trembling,

"I'm not the fanciest of believers,"

Cyrene smiled to himself,

"Maybe you don't accept this answer. After all, the truth is always the opposite that people don't want to accept."

"When I first heard the news, I was just angry, angry why He would do that, even though I knew I wasn't very religious—but I did give Him my trust and loyalty, and there are so many people in this city What a devout believer, why would he do this?”

Cyrene shook his head slightly,
"I had bad, blasphemous thoughts, and I desperately wanted to know why—maybe my thoughts were too strong, He..."

Cyrene swallowed,

"He gave me instructions in a dream, and when I woke up again it was already the seventh day."

Angeltai followed behind Cyrene silently. His combat brothers stood or knelt on the edge of the corridor, and they all looked at Cyrene——

Does Cyrene know that there is a faint golden light around him?
If this blind woman doesn't know her current situation, these golden lights that make people awe, and she still has the courage to say those words...

Only faith can answer why.

"I saw the truth in my dream,"

Cyrene said,

"He's not... not what he said in the notice, it's hard to describe, He is who he is... When I saw him, he was tired and sad."

"The moment I saw him, I understood everything. He is God. There is no doubt that this is an objective truth, but...something is wrong and needs to be changed."

Cyrene was silent, still groping alone in the dark.

"That rain of fire,"

She said abruptly,

"Let mistakes be burned in the rain of burning fire, and true believers will be rebuilt on the ashes of the broken."

Angor paused, Cyrene... walked to the vicinity of the Primarch's meditation room by himself.

He doesn't think it's a coincidence.

The Word Bearers guarding here glanced at each other before stepping out of the way for them.

The golden light on Cyrene's body dimmed and disappeared. The door of the meditation room was ajar, and it opened slowly.

A strong bloody smell came from inside.

　Yes, code.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)