As they started to march again, Calvin's mood was a little complicated.
He looked at the cursor on the last file left on the screen on the armband, thought about it, and finally clicked on it...
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I spent three whole months playing a game called hide-and-seek with these little 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 in waves to die.
It’s so funny! Do you also have the friendship of comrades? Are you worthy?
You don’t regard yourselves as human beings anymore, so why do you still need human feelings?
If you really have feelings, how can you attack these people who have lived frugally all their lives and have never even left the nest?
It is the taxes they contribute that support you! It is their existence that gives you the meaning of existence!
The feelings of your so-called comrades-in-arms are worthless in my eyes after you raised the butcher knife against these civilians!
I was extremely patient with the Astartes who came in waves to try to take away their commander. I even enjoyed it and stayed by his body day and night.
From a squad's attempt to steal, to a platoon's heavy fire attack. I endured them all and gave them a generous death.
In my opinion, the tactics and fighting will of the Astartes do deserve the title of the Empire's elite, but unfortunately, I am no longer the same person...
I will no longer fear them, and I will no longer believe in them.
The person standing in front of them now is just a vengeful man who has sacrificed everything for power, a sad existence who has even given his soul to the evil god in exchange for power.
I know my own state. Although my mind has been gradually corrupted by the divine power from Nurgle, thanks to his fraternity, he did not greedily take my soul away immediately.
Although my sober time is getting less and less, I am still grateful to my loving father for his generous promise to me. At least, I will never completely lose myself again after completing my revenge.
Thank you to the merciful Lord of Life! Thank you to the generous Lord of Corruption!
In the end, I couldn't wait for all these cans.
98 cans was the number they had when they descended from the sky, and 86 cans was the number I smashed.
I waited for a long time on the top floor of the hive city, but I didn't wait for the last 12.
Have you given up? This doesn't seem like their style... I feel like I've vaguely forgotten something important!
But I’m so sleepy, I may need to take a short nap...
I remember! That seed! Oh my God!
How could I keep letting it grow! I should destroy it as soon as possible!
If I could do it over again...well, I'd probably still choose to smash those cans first!
But this issue cannot be ignored!
I shook my head, which I had just woken up from, and asked, “Where is this place?
As the time I am awake becomes shorter and shorter, the place where I wake up every time is getting further and further away from my residence.
But as long as I can still wake up, I will definitely 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 back, where the seed was.
I was stopped at the door, and a force with the same origin was blocking my progress.
I can see the existence of that seedling, but it is no longer a seedling.
An inconspicuous but beautiful shrub is growing vigorously on the pool.
But I will not be deceived by its appearance.
In the spiritual vision given to me by my loving father, I can see the huge, endless tentacles hidden under the soil and masonry.
I can also see how ugly its true form is in the projection of subspace!
Although I and it are of the same origin, I immediately understood the essential difference between us.
If I represent the generosity of a loving father, then it corresponds to endless greed.
I am the source of decline and disease, and the basis for rebirth after life withers. I symbolize rebirth after death.
And it corresponds to the death of disorderly and wanton growth. It symbolizes that after unprecedented growth, the ground will eventually wither.
We are born on different sides of the endless power of the loving Father. We have the same origin but have different interpretations of life.
We can live together, but we are destined to fight each other!
This is why I can't go any further, get closer to it and destroy it.
Our loving father has already set the rules of the game for us from the very beginning.
I got everything from the upper nest, and he got everything from 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 want to guard its tentacles and prevent it from passing on this fateful road behind me, thereby preventing it from retrieving the fruits it has produced and achieving perfection;
Its defense is actually an attack. If it doesn't kill me, it will never be able to become a demon.
And whether we win or lose will determine the ultimate 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 in the continuous birth, death and reincarnation of life.
If it wins, I die. It will try to spread deeper into the earth's core after eating up the life of the entire hive, until it hollows out the entire planet, and finally dies of energy exhaustion.
The moment I saw it, my mind suddenly understood its and my respective true names and meanings.
I am the sore of the eternal world, which means reincarnation and rebirth;
It is the cancer of eternity, meaning the dead place left after greedy taking.
Between our two children, the great and loving father has no preference.
This is good, because no matter who ultimately wins this war, the righteousness of a loving father will walk on the earth.
This is good. In this confrontation and reincarnation of life and death, I will exercise His righteousness and please Him as much as possible.
This is His reward for my gift.
This is good.
I turned my head and left this passage.
Its growth has not completely come to an end. I no longer have to guess the fate of the civilians who left the nest, nor do I have to think about the final destination of the remaining 12 cans.
From the soul-filled fruits that have begun to bear on this bush, I already know their fate.
On the top of this shrub, 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 trembling branches, the souls in the fruit were sending out their last cry before being assimilated:
"Be one with me! Bear our sins! Be one with me! Welcome the end!"
I turned around and walked away. This kind of bullshit and the accompanying psychic pollution had no use for me except to make me feel a little bored.
If it weren't for the rules set by the loving father, I don't think it would take me longer than breathing to destroy it.
I will have to wait for a while, waiting for its growth to come to an end. By then, there will be a war between us.
And now, there is still a short period of preparation time before the war between me and it.
What should I do? Well, let’s start by smashing the can again.