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Phosphophyllite nodded frantically.

"Very good," Amit's chest rose and fell a few times, and then he carefully picked up the Phosphophyllite with his gentlest movements, and put it in the crook of his left arm.

"what……"

"You don't have to think about it, I'm just following the orders of our genetic father," Amit said while looking at the Phosphophyllite, his words were merciless, like a sharp sword.

"Your body is extremely weak, even more fragile than a human child, and you have nothing but beauty and appearance..."

"You think I'm pretty too, don't you?" Phosphophyllite seems to have accepted the fact that she is very fragile. Obviously, she also cares about other aspects, "Mr. King Kong also said that I am the cutest child!"

Amit: "..."

Damn, this guy is so shameless.

"Come on, Amit-chan," 34B said, waving her hands. She stretched her waist, showing her beautiful figure to the fullest. After ignoring Amit's expression of wanting to kill, she added road:

"By the way, the Archangel seems to have known about this a long time ago, so there is no such thing as I made a fool of myself because I drank together until my body collapsed last time, and you went to inform or betray me in order to get revenge. thing."

"...Master Sanguinius can predict the future, I am still very clear, there is no need for you to remind me obliquely, 34B, by the way, I suggest you pay attention to your own personal problems, at least don't let yourself The door is blocked by your lovers from the Jurha Research Department."

Amit pushed back without showing any weakness, and then carefully, with a gentle movement that he had never done before, he left here with the phosphophyllite... But when he left here, he heard 34B again if:

"Goodbye, Amit, I don't know when we will meet next time."

The war sweeping across the galaxy is coming to an end, and Amit, the most outstanding group of interstellar warriors, may hardly survive to the end of the war.

"Hmph," Amit snorted coldly, stretched out his right hand and waved it casually, and left the isolation area with a bewildered Phosphophyllite.

After leaving the quarantine area, Phosphophyllite looked at the vast crimson land in front of him, and asked carefully:

"Where are we going?"

"Tara."

Amit replied in a muffled voice, his eyes were on the Thunderhawk transport plane that was about to land, where his team was still waiting for him.

"I'm going to escort the supplies to support the Blood Angels Legion...By the way, I'm going to meet my father."

Chapter 38 Flesh and gems (what)

Crossing the void, the time to travel from one universe to another is much less than going from the orbit of a planet to the surface of the planet, which is an inexplicable irony.

At least that's how it is for Amit.

"Wow - so many humans!" Phosphophyllite poked her head out from behind Amit. She was wearing a dark cloak and pure white stockings on her legs, but the other clothes were the same as when she first came here. Same.

The cloak and stockings are sponsored by Yuerha's logistics department. When Phosphophyllite's body is broken, the cloak and stockings composed of nanomachines will wrap her in it, which can not only protect her fragile body, but also protect her body. Splicing... This was originally an experimental material to be used in the next generation of glory-type power armor, but it was taken out by the Jurhas in advance, and it also contained the idea of ​​​​testing.

Phosphophyllite is having a good time these few days. Although Amit's attitude is still very bad, there are really many interesting things in his room!

Like a big sword that emits blue light when you press it, it buzzes, a saw that looks scary at first glance, an armor stronger than diamonds and round diamonds, a helmet that is also hard and heavy, and can also play movies... …if these were surprises for Phosphophyllite, here are some others that really touched her heart:

Those are exquisite paintings, large or small sculptures, poetry, sword dance, and all beautiful arts.

Phosphophyllite can’t imagine that such a tall and thick person can do this. When she is free, she spends every minute and every second of every day wandering in this ocean of human art and beauty. She looks at the records The murals depicting the life experience of the soldiers, watching those magnificent and elegant poems are engraved on the outer layer of the gold box, while the inner layer is carved with more detailed paintings, including battle scenes and small pictures of farmers harvesting. face, but more of them are angels with wings on their backs.

Phosphophyllite sometimes thinks that if one day he also becomes Amit's collection and is carved by his hands...

"Sit down! Don't run around!" Amit stretched out his hand and pulled back the phosphophyllite whose upper body was protruding from the vehicle. "I tell you, this is not a Mars base...Anyone can take you away!"

"Eh, eh, okay," Phosphophyllite sat back disappointed. She looked at the surrounding scenery that was completely different from the Mars base. At this time, they were staying in the largest airport in the orbit of Terra. There are six, and countless refugees and fighters pour into Terra from here every day, and the support from Rorschach will also be transported in from here, and then distributed to everyone in need.

This also turned this place into a center of chaos. The Imperial Fists stationed here struggled to maintain basic order. This order would completely disappear after the arrival of Horus' army.

Amit breathed the dull and oppressive air mixed with various flavors. Only here did he feel a touch of reality, the real and mountain-like heavy pressure——

The time at the Mars base was so good, fighting, training, patrolling, and resting, Amit felt that if the Great Crusade really ended victoriously, it would be like this at that time...

"Nasir Amit, commander of the ninth company of the Knights of Glory, escorted the 34982nd batch of supplies to Terra, this is your proof," said the imperial fist sergeant who inspected, and he took out a paper copy The document, on which the seal of the security inspection department here is printed.

"Well, thank you, battle brother."

Amit nodded, and reached out to grab the handed over document, but he found that the handed over did not intend to let go, so he raised his eyebrows, and raised his eyes to meet the sight of the Imperial Fist sergeant , said blankly:

"how?"

"I have heard that you are called the Flesh Ripper, which means that you can tear apart the flesh and blood of the enemy like a wild beast... I saw you today," said a Templar sergeant in the Imperial Fist Company casually, "You imagine me It looks quite different."

"Then do you want to try it now?" Amit showed a ferocious smile, and the two fangs were particularly noticeable among the white teeth.

"Forget it..." The Imperial Fist Sergeant let go of his hand, and then he took a step forward, approaching Amit, and asked:

"I heard... there are Iron Warriors in that place?"

"I fight every day. The Imperial Fist loses less and wins more," Amit said expressionlessly, but the Imperial Fist sergeant laughed when he heard this. He reached out and tapped his helmet, and turned to face the others. The man shouted:

"Give our combat brothers the best and fastest route plan!"

Amit: "..."

Then if I told you that your Emperor Fist was beaten with a sap every day because of the head shaft, would you detain me here for a few months? !

Sitting on Amit's shoulder, Phosphophyllite waved goodbye to the Imperial Fists. Before they left, the latter gave Phosphophyllite a hard stone. Although it was light, it was exceptionally hard.

"Are all the people here so kind, Amit?" Phosphophyllite lifted the stone. She needed two hands to lift the stone, and one hand might break her arm.

"How is it possible," Amit sneered, "Your naivety makes me laugh."

"Hey, your words are too vicious!" Phosphyllite touched Amit's bald head in dissatisfaction, and the latter put on his helmet tirelessly. What is it about a strange alien that brings a little fun that deserves so much attention from that archangel...  

Amit felt that this guy was too optimistic, and he was not on the same side as himself.

I once described to her the situation I was about to face, the fate of mankind, the fate of the entire race, and even the fate of the galaxy... But that guy just scratched his head and said:

"This kind of thing can't be solved by fighting alone..."

what? !As a warrior, you just have to fight... Indeed, my past self must have thought so, as long as you fight... But...

Four hours later.

Amit exhaled lightly. They arrived at the base of the Blood Angels Legion smoothly. They arrived outside the residence of the archangel, the Regent of the Empire. He would spare 15 minutes of his busy day to meet him. heirs of

"..." Amit stood outside the door with Phosphophyllite standing beside him. He took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

I just need to be the same as before.

I am the tearer of flesh and blood, a violent warrior, the side that symbolizes madness among angels, and my fate is to die in blood-red hunger——

Nasir Amit confirmed his will and firmly believed that he would never waver.

Chapter 39 Flesh and Precious Stones

"Amit," said the being standing on the steps gently.

He is calling me.

Amit was about to cry out, he suppressed his emotions, walked quickly to the archangel and knelt down, the soldier's head bowed to his father, to the lord of his legion, and when the head bowed, He offered his loyalty with both hands.

"Your Highness... Nasir Amit reports to you."

"Get up, my son," said Sanguinius wearing his golden armor. In fact, since he came to Terra, he has never taken off his armor until today... and the Apollinian Spear and The big swords were placed next to the throne on the steps, exuding a cold and dangerous atmosphere.

"So, it's your name Phosphyllite?" The archangel looked down at the short Phosphyllite. The latter's eyes were wide-eyed, full of admiration and joy, and those shining eyes shone brightly under the bright light. With a charming emerald-like light.

"It's me, it's me!" Phosphophyllite stood on tiptoe, raised her hand, and waved it vigorously, as if this would attract more attention from Sanguinius, but in fact, she did succeed.

The wings on the back of the archangel trembled slightly, and the beautiful luster flowed from the pure white feathers, reflecting the noble and beautiful face of the Ninth Primarch——

A smile flashed across the face of Sanguinius, who hadn't smiled for a long time, and this smile was captured by the Blood Angel guard captain Azcalon who was standing by. It caused slight waves... Ever since the Archangel came to Terra, Azcalon had never seen his smile.

Phosphophyllite took two steps forward, looked up at Sanguinius, her lovely and smart eyes were full of prayers:

"Hey, can I have one of your feathers? I'll trade it with you!"

"What?! Bold!" Amit frowned and shouted, he stretched out his hand to press Phosphophyllite's head, and bowed along with him, "Sorry, Your Highness, this guy hasn't learned anything after following me for so long Useful etiquette..."

"You yourself have not maintained good manners in front of me a few times, Amit," the archangel said softly, "be more tolerant to others."

"Your Highness..."

Sanguinius bent down and looked into Phosphyllite's emerald green eyes. His slightly warm breath hit Phosphyllite's head, causing the latter to shrink her neck. She finally realized that she seemed to have come to a In an incredible place, I met an incredible big shot.

"I promise you... But, in exchange of equal value, you have to figure out what to exchange with me."

"Eh? Oh, yes... what should I use instead..."

Seeing Phosphophyllite trying to think hard, Sanguinius' expression softened, and he turned his head and said to the guard captain Azcalon beside him:

"Take her to the next lounge, I want to chat with Amit."

"Yes, my lord," the captain of the guard nodded, and then Sanguinius looked at the Phosphophyllite again and said:

"Go, Amit and I will wait here for you to finish thinking."

"..."

"...Tell me, Amit, I know you have a lot of doubts in your heart," Sanguinius said to the warrior standing in front of him, watching the Phosphophyllite and Azcalon's retreating figures:

"Say it, I agree."

"Why did you let such an alien follow me?" Amit said without hesitation, and just like what Sanguinius said just now, he really wouldn't keep much manners in front of the archangel.

"You hate her?"

"..."

Looking at Amit who seemed to be choking for a moment, Sanguinius' eyes flashed a trace of relief and sighed, and then he looked at his son with a little sadness, and said:

"I foresaw my own death."

The terrible news gripped Amit's heart and made him hold his breath... But Sanguinius ignored him and continued on:

"I saw that after I died, you were walking alone in the empty desert, lost in the flowing sand dunes, and only anger supported you to move on."

"You chased your prey, you sacrificed your warriors, you forsook your honor and responsibility, just to chase that demon."

"The eight suns scorched your body, drained the water in your body, and made your roaring voice hoarse... and the only thing echoing in this world is the contemptuous laughter of demons."

"The blood rains down all over the sky, you drink it freely, and use it as motivation to move forward... However, the desert turns into a swamp of flesh and blood, sinking you deeper and deeper, and finally being submerged in the sea of ​​blood, leaving only The next suffocating echo of pain."

Grief flashed in Sanguinius' eyes, he looked at the shocked Amit, put his hands on the soldier's shoulders, and said:

"And after that, your brothers turned into blood angels and fell into chaos and indulgence!"

"No...this should not be my fate...nor should it be the fate of the Blood Angels..."

"You must make a change, Amit!" Sanguinius let go of his hand and shouted sharply, "A real warrior should know what he should protect!"

"My responsibility is to protect you!"

"But you can't even defend a strange shape made of stone!" The archangel's wings were raised, representing the emotions surging in his heart, "During the past few days of getting along, you accidentally broke her how many times?"

"...she is so weak, so fragile..."

"Am I really powerful?" Sanguinius looked at Amit with pain, "Hunger for blood... Amit thinks about it, when a Primarch, your father falls into madness, you should what to do?"

"..."

long silence.

"The future of the Legion is extremely gloomy, and the dark gods are watching us all the time. I changed the Ninth Legion from a ghoul to an angel, and when I pass away on a certain day, I don't want you to fall into the abyss again... "

"Amit, tell me," Sanguinius looked into the eyes of his heir, seeing the rebellious expression, the archangel asked:

"Would you drink the blood of stone?"

"...the stone has no blood, Your Highness."

"Very well, it seems that you have grasped the essence of the matter... Give your heart, Amit, just like you did before," Sanguinius' face softened, and he looked at the still doubtful Amit, the future in his eyes has changed.

"Fate is never predetermined."

"..."

"Your Highness, it's 15 minutes," Azcalon led Phosphophyllite out, and the latter put on a serious expression. Then, she crossed her hips, looked at Sanguinius, and shouted loudly:

"I will exchange a part of my body, a part of your body for a part of my body, equivalent exchange!"

"it is good!"

Sanguinius laughed, his broad angel wings trembled slightly, a pure white feather that was the size of an adult male arm fell from the wings, and was carried by an inexplicable breeze to the Archangel in the palm of your hand.