Chapter 320 309. The Burning of the Perfect City
Dry uneasiness enveloped Cyrene, and on her beautiful dark brown face, her long and curled eyelashes trembled slightly.
The early 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 stood 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 stuck on the curse she had given the giant on the first day, but the reality strongly reminded her that today was the last day. If she did not leave, the flames and divine punishment would befall her. will descend upon her together.
Cyrene stumbled up and had no time to clean up. She hurriedly grabbed a gray robe and ran directly out the door. She ran past the clusters of candles piled up on the street, past the broken statues, and across a messy square. The wind Whistling in her ears, she remembered—
she remembered that she had dreamed of the God-Emperor!
The God-Emperor sighed and told her something. Did he seem to be saddened by the destruction of the perfect city? So why did He burn it? Then, Cyrene remembered that not only one god had appeared in his dream.
The memory was very vague, and she recalled that the language in the darkness was completely different from that of the God-Emperor. The Punishers from the darkness pointed out to her the filthiness of their beliefs in a friendly way. This was the reason why they were destined to be destroyed - their beliefs were unclean. .
Thinking of this incident, Cyrene's heart beat suddenly.
As if there was a sign, she subconsciously turned back and saw a darkness covering the highest sculpture in the city, but she blinked and the darkness disappeared instantly.
He is watching them, always.
Oh my God, God, the Emperor is above me! Pluto is above!
Finally, out of breath, Cyrene ran to the end of the team leaving the city. The blue-armored giants looked at her in confusion. She gasped. Cyrene already understood, she understood - she Already knew the truth and what she should do.
The gods showed her the way in her 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 the soldiers - now she knew They are also angels, they are His angels.
With the rest she had taken when leaving the city, Cyrenai gathered her strength and walked resolutely towards the foothills of the Galahei Mountains near the Perfect City - as a person who knew the truth, Cyrene needed to witness all of this...she needed...she You need to be with the Perfect City, accept it, and accept the divine punishment.
Humanity witnesses history, and history shapes civilization.
If their civilization can be saved, they need people to witness this punishment.
On the mountains, the rough wind blew her gray robe, and the corners of her clothes flew. Cyrene took a deep breath. She stood there firmly, looking towards 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 an airtight rock -
a gravel floating in space and hitting the porthole.
Guilliman stood silently in front of the observation window, watching the rubble go away, and further in the void, the ships of the Ultramarines surrounded the city above the Perfect City in a perfect attack formation. Airspace, waiting for Guilliman's orders.
The death knell is about to toll.
The entire command room was eerily silent. No one dared to make a sound. The soldiers seemed to have stopped breathing.
Guilliman lowered his eyes without trace. The message on the command board showed that the nearby Mandeville Point had received a message from the Word Bearers - they were almost there, at an unimaginable speed.
Guilliman thought of Lorgar, the brother who always talked about religion. Guilliman never disagreed with Lorgar's views, but... just disagreed.
Not yet...
Guilliman silently stopped his dangerous thoughts. He focused his thoughts on Luojia, rather than the complicated relationship behind this matter. Luojia was the shortest among them, although he He believes in religion, but in areas other than religion, this brother is extremely tolerant and gentle, and often mediates when brothers quarrel.
But now...
the last grain of sand in the hourglass fell into the abyss, and Luojia's request communication sounded on the command board.
Guilliman did nothing, he didn't sigh, he didn't pause, he didn't feel nervous, uneasy...any of that.
He just said,
[Launch. ]
Guilliman looked at the beam of light in the distance. His spaceship was still floating quietly in this star field. Except for a shallow arc of light beside his feet, nothing seemed to happen here and it was still stable. , still silent.
He watched as a piece of gravel floated over and then floated away, but nothing happened.
The earth is shaking!
Cyrene screamed uncontrollably. She saw the blinding white light tearing apart the clouds and piercing the perfect city. Along with the billions of burning falling meteorites, her eyeballs were burning! It's melting! Led by the light spear, the overwhelming wind hit her and threw her up easily! She clutched her gray robe tightly and screamed in the air like a withered leaf.
At the last moment, she saw the burning perfect city and her own burning retinas.
Cyrene didn't know whether she was burning, the Perfect City, or both of them.
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The day after the Burning of the Perfect City, the first Word Bearers ships arrived at Ker.
As a representative, a symbol, a hint of mysticism, the first Word Bearer to set foot on this scorched earth was named Angel Tai.
After him, other fleets of the Word Bearers began landing 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 doom. The gray-armored warriors stand on this scorched earth. They are helpless, but extremely angry.
The gods looked on quietly.
No more.
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