The exiles throughout Edmelon are being relocated to the Southern Hemisphere.
Shallan moved very quickly, and she acted immediately after Rasta gave the order.
The surveillance team, armed with laser rifles but not as well trained as the auxiliary army, drove the exiles onto the air transport craft. This thing was made for the rapid transfer of the exiles within the planetary environment and was equipped with almost no firepower.
Of course Tia didn’t transfer.
“Are you saying that an entire army capable of destroying this planet is coming from the warp just for me?
And another chaotic rule that you call the toilet lid opens the door for them? “
Tia still hasn’t figured out how this fantasy happened to her.
“Yes, because you are an ideal human being. You may not particularly fit the term ideal, but if everyone in the entire empire becomes like you, our victory will only be a matter of time, and this time will become very short.”
Guang Yu looked at the palm of his hand, and he had the idea of crushing the four gods and demons directly to death.
He is actually less patient than the Emperor, and time is more pressing.
Over the past twenty-six years, His various actions have greatly accelerated the progress of the Great Expedition.
The peace of the subspace in the thirtieth millennium is relative to that of the forty millennium.
It’s still full of whispers of danger, but the mortality and corruption rates and physical deformations aren’t quite as high.
Rasta’s incarnation has been guiding them on the warships of each legion.
Journeys that may take ten days or ten years to sail have been greatly reduced.
But He cannot guide these people forever, and He has been violating His responsibilities.
“Then just turn everyone into…”
Tia clearly underestimated her own worth.
“No, this can’t be done, we only have one Emperor, only so many Primarchs, and only one you.
The gap between people’s hearts is sometimes greater than the gap between humans and aliens.
And the reason why you can do this is because there is some special power in your soul.
Compared to you, other humans and even the Primarchs seem to be disabled, because some Primarchs cannot guarantee that they will never be corrupted by Chaos. “
When Guangyu was explaining, an animal that wasn’t that white jumped out from the corner.
It was about as high as Rasta’s knees and had very long hair.
If it were an ancient Terran, they would see it as a cat like a heterochromatic Maine Coon.
But from Rasta’s perspective, it’s easy to tell what this little thing is.
Strong-brain cats are very cat-like creatures that can establish some kind of spiritual connection with psykers, thereby enhancing or improving the psionic state of the psykers.
This precious alien pet is worth a lot of money and is only kept by a very small number of human nobles.
Xia Lan ran out after her disabled strong-brained cat.
Of course, with her status, she cannot raise a truly healthy strong-brained cat. If she had to describe it, her cat should be called a weak-brained cat.
Contrary to other psionic enhancements of its kind, it consumes some of its master’s psionic energy, and is therefore disliked.
Such individuals would usually be strangled, but the one Xia Lan found had a certain complementarity with her.
Xia Lan’s spiritual power is not unqualified, but it is too uncontrollable. With the psychic power of this little thing running to whip her into a demon, she can truly see the direction of the Star Torch, instead of just watching the killing of Light Desire. Highlights.
The evil god looked at this little guy who was not a cat from Terra, and was in a daze.
Before His body almost emitted a dazzling light, He came back to his senses, but his expression was obviously not good.
“What’s wrong with you?”
Tia saw something was wrong with him.
“Nothing, just remembering some old things.”
The lungs, head, stomach, eyes and more body parts seemed to be suffering from that pain again.
Rasta increased the effect of the evil god’s mental filter to calm his emotions.
“Can you talk to me?”
Tia noticed that the other party’s strangeness was related to Xia Lan’s pet.
“In Gutera, there are real cats that are very similar to this thing. I once saw some cat cubs at a certain time…
I fed them and got the blame, so the relationship and the accuser got to the point where they were at odds with each other. “
During that time, the dying human being was not in a good state, and his confused spirit only felt malice at the last moment.
He died with disgust and even hatred for human beings.
“They hate you just because you fed the cats?”
Tia couldn’t understand this phenomenon.
“Yes, even though I explained it once, it only attracted more ill will.”
Guang Yu finally realized how bad his body had deteriorated, and the negative emotions from his previous life could already infect him now.
No longer entangled with Tia and Xia Lan, he turned into a ray of light and then extinguished.
In the subspace, in the pod space.
A dim light lit up, but it was not stable and kept flickering intermittently.
And another kind of shining light was about to emerge from the depths of his heart, and then disappeared back in his obsession.
He looked at the pale throne at the top and stood dumbly for a long time.
He stretched out his hand, and a handful of light elements flowed out from the palm of his hand, slowly filling the bottom of the entire space.
“Why not adopt those cats?”
“How can a poor man be so embarrassed?”
“Did you know these stray cats kill birds?”
“You can’t even afford food, but you still feed cats. What kind of bullshit compassion do you deserve for a good person? I think you just like cats. How cheap…”
Among those online violent comments, the part that could be considered well-intentioned and had no blocking words flowed through his mind.
He never defended it, and He had no intention of having anything to do with those things, so no explanation was necessary.
He knew very well that those people never intended to prove that the man who died of illness was a good person. They only needed to prove that they were right, and no matter what, they would prove that they were right.
Fuzzy memories flowed out from the second godhead that Guang Yu fabricated for himself.
He fed apples to skinny dogs, and gave all his money to a beggar when he was a boy, but he was waiting in the same place again the next day.
He once rescued a bird stuck on a sticky mouse board, but it was a pity that it did not survive.
He would often fall into silence when looking at the dead walnut trees. The dogs He had raised were also poisoned to death.
He will regret that he used a very straight stick to sweep away the plants in the grass…
The skinny dog was sold to a dog meat restaurant by its owner, the bird on the sticky mouse board was also dead, the dead walnut tree was caused by the fire and insect infestation caused by the family members, and the grass just wanted sunshine…
Why I have no power, why I can’t do anything…
Why should you give me such disgusting empathy that I hate myself? Even after experiencing everything for too long, it still refuses to decline.
And what I cannot accept, whether it is the pain suffered by others or my own, will always be said that there is no other miserable…
“Why do I want to live a second time? My original dream has already come true, hasn’t it?
My dream that is bound to come true, I just want a real long sleep, why do I wake up again…”
Guang Yu recalled his madness and despair when he woke up in the chaos and found that he was still alive.
He had clearly accomplished the only dream that could be accomplished in that life in his previous life.
An endless stream of past life memories emerged from his mind, entangled with the pain that was now being transmitted from all over the galaxy.
He revealed his true form, and his moth-like feathers burned.
The light elements were already piled under his feet. He stepped on these dazzling currencies with his bare feet and looked down at the Milky Way from the chaos.
The childish evil god has always been helpless. He once nourished himself to death.
“I need you, Angron.”
