Emperor's Daughter of the Red Sands

Chapter 69 Intermission: The Hand of Destiny of the Newborn

[The whispers of rose flowers brought a message that the servants of the Rotten Corpse Emperor have arrived in the dry land. 】

[The long-breeding disillusionment is blooming at this moment, and the poisonous flower buds will sway the seeds of destruction. 】

[The hand of fate has been defiled under the will of the blood lord, but the new string of fate still sings the grand poem of burning the galaxy. 】

【The moment of vengeance and birth has come, and the day of the false god's enthronement is approaching. 】

【Look...that is the galaxy that is burning, that is the desperate battle of the unyielding wolf god facing corruption, that is the wail of the pure Medusa before being defiled by the mechanical truth, that is the angry and proud phoenix falling into the sky. The struggle before entering the quagmire——]

[The curtain is gradually rising...and the hand of fate will lift the curtain of dilapidation. 】

【Wake up, wake up...my child】

[Ordinary, immature, and poor Cyrene... The confession of the proud mother of hounds is meaningless, and the compassion and punishment in it will be practiced by the tiny you. 】

【Yes, they have left behind everything you hold dear... plundering sincere lives with fire and bullets, the pathetic rationality that the decaying empire insists on is gone at this moment...】

【Yes, they brought destruction to your faith... With the false truth endowed by Aurelion's will, those who once held the truth are now walking towards the cold and dark abyssal sun...】

【They use false masks to explain the fact of infidelity...】

[The breaking of the hand of fate has become a fact, and a new heavy responsibility will be given to you. 】

[Go and find the truth.Go find all the answers...]

【Change, only change...】

[No need to lament, no need to pity...]

【The soul of the world in the entire galaxy is your right-hand man and the son of change hidden in every capital city is your brother and sister. The storm spreading in the sea of ​​stars will bloom again under our will...】

【At the end where the branches of fate intersect with the intricate cobwebs, only endless changes await us...】

[Use the imperfect body and will to take revenge on those warriors with hypocrisy, and use sincere and fanatical hatred to induce a peaceful world under their command...]

【Revenge for your death, revenge for your family...】

[Revenge for me (Perfect City). 】

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pain.

After being hit by those merciless bombs, Cyrene felt only endless pain.

The darkness in the field of vision is like a curtain covered in black ink that cannot pass away, and any perception is completely blocked at this moment, and even the limbs and heartbeat cannot be felt.

Just like a dead body thrown into the deep sea, the heavy water pressure is oppressing the soul and will, and any gasp will bring death.

Cyrene felt everything, but her thinking was far clearer than at any moment in the past.

Except for the severe pain of being dismembered, most of the pain came from the heart: she witnessed the collapse of the city of faith, and also witnessed the angels of the past turned into messengers of death, until the incomprehensible rain of fire was thrown on the innocent people.

She recalled the cruel words spoken by the tall Astartes.

——Loyalty is more important than faith.

Although he couldn't understand any meaning of the words in it, at that moment, Cyrene felt that something was broken in his heart.

It was an irreparable wound, symbolizing that the former believer girl was completely abandoned by her faith, as if her relatives, friends and loved ones were just meaningless dust in front of the word "loyalty" and could be held high The angels trample and throw away.

Although Cyrene could no longer feel her body, her waking soul continued to breed all the sights she saw:
The burning sky, the broken church, the corpses everywhere, and the blood spreading.

The crime and punishment of the fool, the sad end of the ignorant lamb.

Until those sufferings and punishments were mixed into a bone-chilling hatred.

Then, death comes.

Limbs were torn apart in the howling flames, and the soul sank in incomprehension. The last sight she could see before her consciousness faded was the flames from the black guns in the hands of the angels of death. And the sacred runes engraved on those delicate and thick power armor.

The memory of Cyrene came to an abrupt end, as if all the suffering and mourning in it had never existed. Compared with the twinkling stars, the burning fires of the whole planet were just some dim and fleeting fireflies.

...how ridiculous.

Cyrene wanted to laugh, but the lack of physicality stopped the thought, and even reminded her of some disabled people she had seen.

Mourning, sadness, no words can describe Cyrene's mood at this time, just like a disabled person who was abandoned by God himself, Cyrene is also a disabled person abandoned by the emperor and angels at this moment.

The emptiness in the soul is roaring, and the scars in the heart are bleeding.

These angels personally abandoned the great city they forged, and burned everything that the people of the perfect city depended on for survival, and the reason for everything was...

loyalty.

Why loyalty?Why is loyalty above all else?Why did the angels show their loyalty with the destruction of the perfect city?
Although the consciousness has slowly dissipated in the pain, many questions are still bursting out in the girl's heart. She can't understand every word in the sentences spoken by the angels. Could it be that the people of the perfect city have the same relationship with her? Don't the angels all believe in the Emperor's Lamb?

All of this is too weird... All of this happened too abruptly.

Cyrene’s petite heart seemed to have been torn open with a scar. From the bottom of her heart, she yearned for all the reasons, all the beginning and the end, answers, explanations, no matter what you call them, because her ignorant and confused heart has already An indispensable obsession was born.

Doubt breeds obsession.

Obsession breeds hatred.

It wasn't until the burning hatred grew in the girl's heart that Cyrene realized its source.

【Soul of the World】

——that's what it calls itself.

In the corners of Cyrene's shattered consciousness, there are some spiritual voices that he has almost forgotten.

It confides everything to the tiny mortal girl for thousands of years, from Terra in ancient times, from the city-state where human beings originated, to the brilliance when they marched toward the stars, the madness of the dark age of technology, the darkness of the era of conflict, and the great The beginning of the expedition, the birth of the mother of the war dog, the opportunity for the destruction of the perfect city...

There is so much knowledge, so much truth, that Cyrene has never realized the weirdness in his soul...

It waved its pale blue bird feathers, stirring the heart of Cyrene.

Until everything about her as a mortal fell apart.

Faith, soul, will, life.

What was Cyrene is dead.

Only the newborn hand of fate remains.

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(End of this chapter)