Forty thousand years later, he became a god in the warp

Chapter 346: Ending and Resting

Rebos was extremely confused as he looked at Lucius who was trying to kill him. The Crusader, who had not expected that the other party would be killed by his sword, was also extremely confused.

But doubts aside, the death of a powerful enemy is still a happy thing, especially when it is such a disgusting bastard.

The Crusader stepped on the wax-like head and pulled out his sword inch by inch. The sticky blood and smelly brain matter dripped all over the ground.

It's disgusting enough before he dies, and he'll disgust you again after he dies. It's no wonder that the intelligence has a very low evaluation of this guy. Even the silent crusaders want to spit on his corpse.

Rebos watched the Crusader retreat to the side, swung his sword to shake off the dirt on the blade, and went to take care of his companions in silence.

A feeling that came from nowhere surrounded him, that inexplicable thought lingering in the corner of his mind, he knew it but he couldn't figure it out.

This guy's death was a bit too easy. Even if he was contaminated by the evil god and became extremely crazy, he wouldn't not care about death. He should at least give it a try...

"There's something fishy... Seal the body and search the surrounding area to make sure there's no body tissue left."

After Rebos finished speaking, he saw Caroline, with her arm in a sling, walk to the collapsed pipe. She knelt on the ground, twitching slightly, perhaps from heartache or physical pain.

At the angle between the wall and the pipe, Melody, with her left half of her body exposed, was reaching out to touch Caroline's cheek.

The sticky and broken side already represented that its life had entered the final countdown, and reaching out to touch the negative psychic would undoubtedly tear the wound wider.

Tears streaming down Caroline's face, her rough hand covering her cheek, she recalled how Sister Melody had led her. But now she could only feel infinite sadness over her sister's death.

Another memory ends, another old friend dies...

"Don't worry about me... Sister Caroline... Death is good... Death is a blessing... Death means that the God-Emperor has forgiven the sins I have committed. I am finally pure... Ha... I have not brought shame upon the Sisters of Battle."

Sister Melody, who was covered in thorns, completed her journey of atonement. The nuns around her should have been happy that her sins had come to an end, but when they looked at each other, they could only shed tears.

Melody smiled slightly, closed her eyes and went to meet the God-Emperor with satisfaction. Caroline felt her strength dissipating and climbed forward sobbing, but her broken left arm was unable to support her body, and she fell down and was unable to stand up.

Half of the team of less than fifty people died, and the remaining half were unable to move. The rest were injured, and only seven or eight of them could move freely.

Rebos examined the situation at the scene, and when he made his judgment, he teleported away with Lucius' body.

...

As the sun sets, beneath the fiery clouds is an even more spectacular city of fire. The communication channel is jammed, and no sound has been transmitted for more than ten minutes. Coupled with the continuous explosions, Ian's heart is in his throat.

Although he believed that the Emperor of God would use his great power to save everyone, the death of saints was not uncommon in history...or rather, death was the prefix to what they called saints.

"Your Holiness the Pope! He's back! The Angel is back!"

The church deacon shouted with joy, and Ian quickly stood up from the altar and ran out of the door to greet the triumphant team. However, to his surprise, it was actually only the angels who triumphed.

"Oh... the Divine Emperor..."

Ian's knees went weak and he felt dizzy, with a churning feeling in his stomach. He seemed to see the cardinal's cloak leaving him, and he seemed to see the moment when the district bishop praised the name of another.

"Damn traitor...!"

Ian gritted his teeth. Even though he wanted to eat the half corpse alive, now was not the time to show his ugly side. After all, a great death was the ceremony of ascending to the saint's throne. Caroline would not die so easily!

Rebos looked at the frustrating Pope with indifference, and did not interrupt him to reflect on his guilt. He just threw a digital hard drive to him and turned away.

"The route map is marked for you. There are still 27 people alive. If they can be rescued within two hours, the survival rate will be 87%. Caroline is among them."

"Water! Have the large transport plane squadrons pour sand and soil from high altitude! Dig! Have your civil engineering teams start digging immediately! Disperse! Have the people who evacuated ahead of time evacuate another 20 kilometers!"

Ian turned over and ran to the headquarters, tears of joy flowing out. He even jumped onto an industrial mining machine and started digging the site himself.

Thanks to sufficient preparation in advance, the fire at the site was quickly covered and extinguished by hundreds of tons of wet soil. After everyone worked together to dig for more than an hour, the injured team finally saw the light of day again.

In the erected shield wall were the wounded who were protected by nuns and crusaders. Although the victory was tragic, in the eyes of the civilian soldiers, they looked sacred and noble.

...

There was a gust of chilly wind in the fetid sewer pipe, and obscure faces were reflected in the rippling sewage. Caroline walked past with her arms hunched up, stirring up the darkness even more.

The trembling voice gradually faded away in the empty pipe. Apart from the dripping sound of running water answering her, the only sound left was her own sobbing.

“Crash…crash…”

The sound of rushing water came from behind her, and fear drove her away from the increasingly dark darkness behind her, but the seemingly endless corridor in front of her also seemed to lead to the abyss of death.

“Squeak…”

A light sound caught her ear, and a door seemed to open on the wall not far away, and a dim light appeared from it. (Memory of Chapter 116)

It seemed like hope for life. Caroline hurried forward and peeked at the bright light inside through the crack in the door.

"Pfft!"

"Ahhh!"

The bright cabin was not a place to escape, but a feast of slaughter where life was at its end. The interstellar pirates wearing hideous arm armors were slaughtering the passengers on the ship wantonly.

The lady with her back to her pressed the button on the wall. Her withered hair was so eye-catching that Caroline seemed to sense the name behind it.

"Mother.."

The lady did not turn around, but resolutely used her weak body to block the pirates' invasion.

"Oh!"

Caroline covered her mouth and fell into the water. The door closed. When she stood up and wanted to push it open, there was nothing on the wall except broken bricks and stones.

“Bang, bang, bang, bang…”

She shed thousands of silent tears, but the wall she beat on was cold and showed no reaction. She seemed to remember... a memory of escaping.

“Crash…crash…”

In the darkness, something seemed to be closer. Caroline didn't have time to wipe her tears and had to get up and run again. But after only a hundred meters, the half-open door appeared again, and this time the sound seemed different.

"How the f*ck can a woman like you stink so badly?! Have you been rolling in a cesspool or something? You're the one who has to clean the f*cking toilets at Ogryn!"

"Oh!"

The officer kicked the door with disgust on his face, and the door closed again as she fell. The stench of sewage almost suffocated her.

Caroline stood up coughing, another painful memory came to her mind...a memory of disguising herself.

Caroline walked quickly, and doors opened one after another beside her, but this time she didn't dare to look. The voices inside were either wailing or crying, and no one was laughing.

Caroline covered her ears and cried. Sometimes forgetting is not a bad thing. She wanted to escape from here, escape from this smelly pipe, escape from this painful place, escape...

"I bought it on the black market. I just bought it for fun."

The sound was accompanied by a fresh smell. The sound of splashing water stopped immediately, and the faint floral fragrance wafted in, even neutralizing the surrounding stench.

The fifth pure white petal was dotted with blue and purple threads, which was so gorgeous, beautiful and pure that it was incompatible with everything that came before.

Caroline stayed where she was. It was a different feeling, no longer depressed, no longer in pain, but instead a sense of peace and beauty.

"Lin..Lin Heng?"

"Whoosh, whoosh."

The sound so close at hand made Caroline's nerves tense again. She turned to look at the darkness, then turned back to look at the orchid. She felt it necessary to protect this hard-earned beauty.

"bring it on!"

"Pfft!"

There was a sound of jumping, and Caroline was ready to fight for her life, but when the opponent's figure appeared, she was like frozen.

"Rebos!"

Caroline opened her eyes with a scream. The surrounding environment had changed from the dark, damp and smelly pipes to a bright and clean military hospital.

The gentle breeze blew the white gauze curtains, and this peaceful feeling made her feel a little unreal.

But what she couldn't understand was the scene in her dream and the name she called out, which was strange and contradictory...

"Hmm? This time it's different.. Hey? Wake up."

Caroline stopped thinking and turned her head to look. She saw Sister Stica, who had taken off her power armor and had bandages wrapped around her body, playing with a knife, keeping her fingers nimble.

"Sister Stika.. um..."

Before Caroline could finish her words, she felt a slight pain in her head. Her brain, which was not working well to begin with, seemed to have forgotten a lot of things.

"You were in a coma for three days, and during that time you mentioned Lin Heng 66 times and Rebs once. Please, he never came to see you, but you missed him so much?"

Stika curled her lips and tried to cut the meat strips with one hand.

Caroline's face flushed and she shook her head repeatedly: "No... I just had a bad dream."

"Heh." Stika couldn't cut it for a long time, so he threw down the knife, grabbed the meat strip with his hand and said:

"Don't think I don't understand. I'm not those little girls I trained. Although the crusaders, deacons, priests, and naval officers are all men, the feeling contained in your eyes when you look at them is different."

"Ah? That was to protect him... not... um..."

"Nonsense! You won't protect the people? You won't protect the priests? You won't protect your battle sisters? Caroline, it's not like I haven't led you before. You definitely have a special feeling for this kid."

"Sister Stika, how do you know so much?" Caroline said helplessly as she lay back on the hospital bed.

Stika shrugged his shoulders, chewed the meat and said incoherently: "The bad things that happened during the apprenticeship period..."

Just as Caroline was about to ask again, a group of nuns peeked in from the door frame, and seeing that both of them had woken up, they pushed the door open and walked in.

"Sister Caroline, you're awake!"

Caroline smiled and raised her injured arm, looking at the exposed steel nails, hoping that she could get better soon.

"Instructor Stika."

The trainee nuns rushed forward to hug the instructor's recovery, but the other party's grinning sound made everyone cautious again.

"It's only been three days, how can it be so fast? Although Rebos is not very good and is like a servitor, the special medicine he made is indeed effective."

Although the nuns were worried, they also smiled. At least now they looked much more energetic than the half-dead look at the beginning.

"Instructor, is that man here today?"

"Yes, yes, you are quite perseverant."

"I think his feelings are very sincere. Instructor, are you really not going to give it a try?"

Stika was no longer as strong as before. He curled his lips helplessly and closed his eyes to rest.

"Get lost. Are you here to see me or to cause trouble for me? You really need practice. I will give you a good drill in three days."

The nuns giggled, and even Caroline couldn't help laughing. While everyone was talking happily, the door opened again. Everyone thought it was Pope Ian, but it turned out to be Rebos.

The other party still looked arrogant, as if other people would not interest him at all.

"No manners at all..." Sister Stika muttered softly.

Caroline relaxed when she saw that the visitor was not seriously injured, but the painful memories came back to her mind at this moment. The face of Sister Melody began to appear in her mind, and the deaths of other sisters also popped up one after another.

"Huh...you should have come out earlier...you should have been able to use the truth...at least the situation wouldn't be as tragic as it is now."

As Caroline spoke, tears began to fall from the corners of her eyes. The nuns present also became sad. However, there were two people who were not infected by the sad atmosphere. One was Mu Tou and the other was Stika.

"Oh, why are you crying? What did I teach you? You are the daughters of the God-Emperor. Fighting on the battlefield is your job. When you die, you can return to our father's arms. Why are you crying?"

Rebos shook his head and said:

"It's not for me, I won't cross the line. If I act rashly with only a partial understanding of the intelligence, it will only put everyone in a more dangerous situation.

In the previous cases, all of them were pyrrhic victories, so shouting "Long live the Emperor" twice will not defeat the enemy at all."

As soon as this was said, the novice nuns present immediately looked at him sideways, and they all wanted to cover his head with a blanket and beat him up. Even Sister Stica was a little shocked, guessing that this guy really had no emotional intelligence at all, just like the guys in other regiments.

"Sister Stica is right. If you want to defeat the enemy, sacrifice is the first thing you should think of. As combat sisters and daughters of the Emperor, you should know this best."

Caroline wiped away her tears and said to the wood in front of her:

“Of course I understand, but as an Astartes, shouldn’t it also be your responsibility to protect mortals and ensure the safety of your teammates?

In order to achieve victory, is death just a cold number? Which of those lying around are the lives that should be alive? "

Rebos looked at the other party and said expressionlessly:

"So I am more suitable to be a lone wolf."

"*He... pushed me out for a walk. I was almost exhausted after lying in bed for three days."

Stika couldn't stand this guy anymore so she had to find an excuse to leave, and the nuns didn't want to stay with this brainless guy anymore, but just as everyone started to push the bed, there was another noise outside the door.