Chapter 75 Cancer and Sores

On the way to start the journey again, Calvin's mood was a bit complicated.

He looked at the cursor of the last file left on the screen on his arm armor and thought about it, and finally clicked it...

File 7-2: 697.M39

I spent a full three months playing a game called hide-and-seek with these yellow cans.

The content of the game is how to use the can in my hand, which is larger than other cans, to attract them to come and die in waves.

It's so funny! You also have the friendship of comrades? Do you deserve it?

You don't even consider yourselves as human beings, so what do you need human feelings for?

If you really have feelings, how can you do it to these people who have been thrifty all their lives and have never even left their nests?

It is the taxes they contribute to feed you! It is their existence that makes your existence meaningful!

Your so-called comradeship is worthless in my eyes after you raised the butcher knife against these civilians!

I was very patient with these waves of Astartes who came to try to take away their commander. I even enjoyed waiting beside his body day and night.

From a squad's attempt to steal to a platoon's firepower attack. I endured all of them and gave them a generous death.

In my opinion, the tactics and fighting spirit of the Astartes are indeed worthy of the title of the Empire's elite, but unfortunately, I am no longer the same person as before...

I will no longer fear them, and I will no longer believe in them.

Now standing in front of them is just a revenger who has given everything for power, a pathetic existence who has even given his soul to the evil god in exchange for power.

I know my state. Although my mind has been gradually corrupted by the power from Nurgle, thanks to his fraternity, he did not greedily take my soul away at the first time.

Although my own and sober time is getting less and less, I still thank my father for his generous promise to me. At least, I will lose myself completely after completing my revenge.

Thank you, the merciful Lord of Life! Thank you, the generous Lord of Corruption!

I still didn't get all the cans in the end.

98 cans were the number when they landed in the sky, and 86 cans were the number I smashed.

I waited for a long time on the top of the nest, but I didn't get the last 12.

Have you given up? This is not like their style... I think I seem to have vaguely forgotten something important!

But I'm so sleepy, I may need to sleep for a while...

I remembered! That seed! Oh my God!

How could I indulge its growth! I should destroy it as soon as possible!

If I could do it again... Well, I might still choose to smash those cans first!

But this problem cannot be ignored!

I shook my head that had just woken up, damn! Where is this?

As my conscious time became shorter and shorter, the place where I woke up each time was farther and farther away from my residence.

But as long as I can wake up, I must go back to that hall and pick up the can that has been dead for a long time and smash it again!

I finally walked back to the chapel from the corner of the corridor, and walked all the way to the back, where the seed was.

I was stopped at the door, a force of the same origin was preventing me from moving forward.

I could see the existence of the seedling, but it was no longer a seedling.

A seemingly inconspicuous but beautiful shrub was growing vigorously on the pond.

But I would not be deceived by its appearance.

In the psychic vision given to me by the loving father, I could see the huge and endless tentacles hidden under the soil and bricks.

I could also see how ugly its true form was in the projection of the subspace!

Although I and it are of the same origin, I immediately understood the essential difference between us.

If I represent the generosity of the loving father, then it corresponds to endless greed.

I am the source of decay and plague, and the basis for the rebirth of life after the withering. I symbolize rebirth after death.

And it corresponds to the disorderly and wanton growth of death. He symbolizes that after unprecedented growth, there will eventually be withering all over the ground.

We are born on different sides of the endless power of the loving father. We share the same roots but have different interpretations of life.

We can coexist, but we are destined to counteract each other!

This is also the reason why I can't go any further and approach it to destroy it.

The loving father has already set the rules of the game for us at the beginning.

I got all of the upper nest, and it got all of the lower nest.

I am an animal, and it is a plant.

I can attack, but it can only defend.

My attack is actually defense. I have to guard its tentacles and prevent it from passing through this fateful road behind me, so as to prevent it from taking back the fruits it has produced and getting perfection;

Its defense is actually attack. If it doesn't kill me, it will never be able to ascend to the devil.

And the win or loss between us will determine the final fate of this planet.

I win, it dies, and I get the power it contains. The power I represent will stay in this world forever, proving my path between the continuous birth and death and reincarnation of life.

If it wins, I die. After devouring all the life in the hive, it will try to spread deeper into the earth's core until it hollows out the entire planet and finally dies from energy exhaustion.

The moment I saw it, I suddenly understood the true names and meanings of it and me.

I am a perpetual sore, which means reincarnation and rebirth;

It is a perpetual cancer, which means the dead silence left after greedy demands.

The great father has no preference between our two children.

This is good, because no matter who wins the war in the end, the righteousness of the father will walk on the earth.

This is good, in this confrontation and reincarnation between life and death, I will exercise His righteousness and try my best to please Him.

This is His reward for my gift.

This is good.

I turned around and left this passage.

Its growth has not yet reached its end, and I no longer have to guess the fate of the civilians who went down the nest, nor do I have to think about the final destination of the remaining 12 cans.

From the fruits full of souls that have begun to grow on this shrub, I already know their fate.

At the top of this bush, on the bright red mulberry-like fruit, every tiny particle has countless souls wailing in pain.

I saw it was alert to my early approach, and on its shaking branches, the souls in the fruit were shouting their last cry before being assimilated:

"Be one with me! Bear the sins of others! Be one with me! Welcome the arrival of this end!"

I turned and walked away. This kind of nonsense and the accompanying spiritual pollution were of no use to me except that I seemed a little irritated.

If it weren't for the rules of the loving father, I think it wouldn't take me longer than a breath to destroy it.

I have to wait a little longer, until its growth is nearing the end, and then there will be a war between us.

And now, there is still a little time to prepare for the war between me and it.

What should I do? Well, let's start by smashing the can again.

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