"My life is filled with nothing but flames of war." Booker said, "Krieg There is no sunshine, only a few thunder and lightning bursts from the radioactive clouds when they are active. Krieg There are no flowers, only trenches, rusty barbed wire and bomb craters. The falling rain is dark and heavy. My mother said that the rain contains the sins that Krieg people cannot atone for."
"Big Canteen is a paradise, a paradise that cannot be imagined even if all Krieg people are put together. The peace and advancement are different from all the Imperial World I have seen before. There are no shadows in the corners of the city, only people who are dedicated to their duties. No one will shoot at you there, and you will not point the gun at your compatriots."
This is the first time that Booker talks about his hometown and himself to White and Jon. Even for the taciturn Krieg Among the people, Booker can be considered the most silent group. Soldiers who stay with Booker often think they are surrounded by a corpse rather than a living person.
Now Booker was holding a poison that could eliminate the soul, but he showed a trace of peace and relief. This did not comfort Jon, but only made him more nervous.
"Listen Booker... support is on the way, put that damn thing down. I won't write your report." Jon looked at Booker with some sadness, trying to prevent the tragedy that followed.
Booker slowly unscrewed the vaccine, revealing the tiny needle. The liquid inside was an unsettling black color, making people think of a dark night sky without any light.
"Do you still remember the slogan during our expedition?"
Jon was stunned for a moment, then gently replied, "We want to end the war once and for all and bring peace back to every corner of the universe."
"Yes, those things are not in our plan. And as a Krieg person, I have lived long enough."
Booker inserted the vaccine into his arm. After taking a slight breath from the pain, Booker stood up with the sapper shovel that he had experienced many battles with in the somewhat moist eyes of Jon and White.
His body began to slowly disintegrate, with pale dust floating like burned wood. In his eyes, only black and white remained in the colorful world. He turned his head and glanced in the direction of White and Jon, and the light of their souls outlined the outline of their bodies.
Is this what it feels like to burn your soul?
Booker rushed forward with the shovel, and he saw the demons living in Men of Iron's body. Even from such a distance, he could clearly see the fear on the faces of these demons. Every time he took a step closer, They are all bringing the soulless breeze closer to the demons. Some demons inhabiting the small model Men of Iron do not even need Booker's own hands to disintegrate their bodies and turn into a pool of colorful soul pigments.
Those bigger demons controlled heavy weapons and shot at Booker, but their weapons and ammunition were originally extracted and transformed from Warp. The half-true and half-false light only punctured a hole in Booker's body.
Booker didn't feel pain, and didn't even fall. He was burning his soul, and he was also burning his body. The body that was constantly collapsing and disintegrating like ashes seemed to be moving forward only by a stream of wind. The panicked demon poured all its firepower at him, but it couldn't stop Booker's pace.
The demon wanted to escape, but found that his legs were weak. He could only watch as Booker slashed the engineer shovel onto his alloy armor. He was so arrogant before, relying on the advancement of the shield and the hardness of the armor, crushing many human bodies with his feet. Now his mechanical feet were shoveled open by the engineer, and the demon's body was in direct contact with the soulless wind.
Demons burn! Demons melt! Demons scream!
He tried every means to save his existence, but could not change the outcome of his demise. Men of Iron's shield collapsed and fell to the ground. Booker stood on the metal corpse and cast a cold look at the other demons in Men of Iron. These demons were so horrified that they just wanted to retreat to Warp to calm down.
But how can they do it? The mission given to them by Tzeentch is to wreak havoc in reality, which seems to mean fighting on Warp's back. They are tightly restricted by the contract full of traps, and they can only bitterly choose to devote everything to Tzeentch's plan.
Under tremendous pressure, demons will also go crazy. A demon can't stand the entanglement of survival and death, and roars towards Booker. If one demon takes the lead, more demons will come up. Booker's shovel can cut and chop the demon, and his ashes-like body can also be scratched and disintegrated by the demon.
Jon and White poked their heads out from behind Aegis. They watched as Booker tore apart one Men of Iron after another, trampling under their feet and crushing the demons who regarded mortals as snacks.
Booker's soul burned out, and only a piece of armor and a shovel fell among the wreckage.
The battlefield was quiet at first, and then the soldiers who survived the previous attack by Men of Iron found the T-Series Life Vaccine. The oldest veteran pressed the hands of the other soldiers and said that they should do the job.
"Tmd! Let's break up with those demons!"
Gritting their teeth and stamping their feet, many soldiers with burning souls jumped out from the broken eaves and broken walls. They held daggers and iron rods, and some even picked up a stone and rushed forward.
Men of Iron, who had barely taken a few breaths under the pressure of Booker, was frightened by these people's crazy actions, and the relaxation and comfort of killing mortals was gone.
Men of Iron You and I crowded back, no one wanted to endure the soulless wind blowing in their faces. Before they could take a few steps back, they saw a beam of light coming from a distance and nailing it directly to the ground.
Lin Fan stands behind the Men of Iron army, and the smell on his body is no better than those soldiers who are burning their souls.
"Is Perturabo here?" Lin Fan scratched his head. This was the brightest place he saw in the sky. Looking at these Men of Iron, Lin Fan said indifferently, "Whatever, I have to deal with you sooner or later anyway."
Lin Fan took out the magic sword from his back. He only needed a little intimidation to make Drach'nyen go all out.
The red sword edge slashed across Men of Iron horizontally. These Men of Irons of different sizes and models were all much shorter. Lin Fan slashed left and right like this until the devil's voice could no longer be heard.
Men of Iron's army was left with only a pile of metal debris. Lin Fan quickly passed through it, and then discovered the large cloud of ashes left behind by the soldiers who had burned their souls dry.
Looking at these ashes, Lin Fan was thoughtful.
They didn't know they were coming, but they still tried their best to fight against the doomsday in front of them. Although Lin Fan couldn't remember their names, Lin Fan knew that such tragic things happened everywhere in this devastated universe.