The Protoss in Warhammer

Chapter 348 336. True and False, Past and Future

Fikulozotis looked at the Borg wandering forward in front of him, and immediately used his other two heads to predict the future:

He saw two completely different paths, and he immediately chose the one that was most beneficial to him: On the broken earth, three crying statues of cherubs were suspended above a chaotic land. Behind the twisted angels, the mechanical ark had been twisted into an indescribable object. The strong subspace energy and tentacles pierced its hull. The laughter of the Lord of Change spread throughout the Forge World. This world eventually became the demon planet of Tzeentch, and he became the Demon Prince because of his ability!

Fikulozotis saw such a big dream and couldn't help laughing more wantonly, but his three heads did not see the other three possibilities. This crazy and greedy demon prince has been blinded by the immediate interests. The six eyes only know to keep chasing interests and forget the risks.

Fikulozotis pushed forward with force and directly pushed Borg to the ground. He fell on the ground several times before stopping. Before the priest who was pushed to the ground by the sudden force could come to his senses, the demon prince rushed up with his dagger, and he quickly blocked the other party with his two-handed sword.

Fikulozotis's terrible body pressed Borg tightly. He looked at the boy in front of him and said loudly and presumptuously

"Look! Look! Kid? Do you think you are brave now? Do you think you can kill me now?"

"I have to try to know!"

Borg gritted his teeth and tried to push the other party away. But the demon prince didn't move at all, still pressing Borg tightly, and even deliberately grew out from his back, and the other two hands holding the weapons of the warp blocked the soldiers of the Skitarii who wanted to come to rescue.

The demon prince looked at the young man who was gritting his teeth and sneered.

"Look at you now, a loser. Do you think you can live up to your teacher's teachings? Huh?"

Fikulozotis used his few seductive letters and unpleasant words to continue speaking to Borg.

"Think about it, why did that stupid old man want to put you and your senior sister together to carry out the mission? Doesn't he have a better choice?"

"Shut up! I don't want to hear anything about my senior from your dirty mouth!"

Hearing the other party's words, a vein immediately jumped out on Borg's forehead, and a spark flashed in his brown pupils. After seeing that the conspiracy was about to succeed, Fikuluozotis continued to speak presumptuously.

"Believe me, if you had discovered the problem earlier, your sweetheart might not have died. Or, if you were willing to stay, you might have saved her life."

After hearing what the other party said, Borg's angry expression became more obvious, but there was also a trace of doubt in his heart.

"What do you mean?"

"My meaning is very simple, kid, your predecessor is not dead! At least she didn't die after the explosion. Oh, but don't be too happy, because after that, I clearly remember that some cultists and Astartes successfully went in to search for survivors."

"What...what?"

After hearing what the other party said, Borg's legs almost softened, but the fire in his eyes became stronger, and he didn't even notice that his current emotions were almost at the critical point of collapse. Fikuluozoutis looked at the young man in front of him with satisfaction, and said in a low and terrible tone, like a whisper, almost close to his face

"You can imagine how desperate, scared and sad your predecessor was when she was tortured and sacrificed by the believers. At that moment, she must have wanted to know why her friends didn't come to save her? Why didn't anyone watch her back? She must have wanted to know why the person she once tried so hard to protect didn't protect her at the critical moment..."

"You are lying!!!"

When Berg, whose emotions were suppressed to a certain extent, became furious and suddenly began to chop the other party with the weapon in his hand. The demon prince looked at the other's right arm with satisfaction and shock, and began to carapace. The two-handed sword in his hand was wrapped by a white object, and there were orange hot cracks on it. The most striking thing was that a wing like a stone sculpture grew on his right side, making the young man's fragile body seem taller.

Now Fikuluozotis had to be careful, the other party's situation was very unstable. Although he hoped that this guy would be twisted, he didn't want to lose his life because of this matter.

Borg was furious now, and he wanted to let the devil in front of him who was still laughing wildly die. But Fikuluozotis flew into the sky with a smile and flew away from there in an instant. Only then did he slowly calm down, but his heart felt cold. Self-blame and ruthless regret instantly surged into his heart. He felt that he had never felt so empty and annoyed.

"I failed Yuna..."

He knelt on the ground, muttering absentmindedly. And Krova, who hurried back from the front line, saw Borg as soon as he came. Looking at his junior brother, he was shocked by his current appearance. After several seconds, he carefully approached Borg and asked in a low voice

"Borg, are you still there?"

Borg, in a state of despair, raised his head and looked at his senior brother. There was blood on his forehead, and his glasses had long gone. Borg couldn't help but cry when he saw the familiar person, which shocked the sage and surprised him a little, but the good news was that it seemed that the other party was not infected by the distortion.

With tears and blood, Borg told his senior brother what the demon prince had just said, and the incomparable sadness almost drowned him now. Krova didn't know how to comfort his junior brother, because he knew that such disasters and problems were unimaginable for anyone, and there was no way to persuade him with his language, eloquence and energy.

"Borg, Yuna, chose the path she thought was right."

Just when the sage was panicking, Salva came here from the Ark. Now the great sage was ready to enter the battlefield to win the final victory. He was not as kind and sad as before, but his face was full of solemnity and determination, like a veteran who was ready to die.

"Don't cry, Borg, Yuna doesn't want to see you cry, and neither do I. Although crying can relieve sadness, it will also make you feel pain and collapse in your heart. You are my apprentice, and I don't want to see you suffer like this."

"In this galaxy, there are too many people crying because of pain. You are not the first, nor the last. But only those who overcome pain can have the strength to move forward, and only those who overcome pain can make those who have not experienced pain no longer have to suffer.

Yuna hopes to see you who no longer cries, who can overcome your own pain, and who can stand tall and make others stop crying.

My child, can you promise me that you will not cry anymore?"

Looking at the master in front of him, Borg slowly stopped crying. He knew that he had to get through this difficult time. He took another look at the terrible phenomena on his body, which made him think of distortion. Yuna didn't want to see herself crying, and she didn't want to see herself distorted and not human!

"Teacher, tell me what to do next!"

"It's simple, stop those damn demons and drive them out of the physical universe! Let our Ark take off again!"

Gray silently sang at the other end of the subspace, watching Borg stop crying and regain his determination

"Son of weeping, please stop crying! Child of the God of All Machines, you will be their last hope!

Bravely spread your white and hot wings! Become a brave Seraph and burn all the impurities on the earth!"

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