A dry uneasiness enveloped Cyrene, and her long, curled eyelashes on her beautiful dark brown face trembled slightly.
The morning glow of the seventh day shone on her. She blinked her eyes in confusion and found herself leaning against the wall of her balcony. She slowly stood up and was shocked to find that all the residents in this residential area had been evacuated, with closed doors and windows and empty streets.
Faint alarm sounds were heard in the distance, and the blue-armored giants were giving their final warning - today was the last day.
Cyrene felt a strong sense of unreality, her memory still lingering on the first day's abuse of the giants, but reality strongly reminded her that today was the last day, and if she did not leave, flames and divine punishment would descend upon her.
Cyrene stumbled to her feet, and without time to pack, she hastily grabbed a gray robe and ran out the door. She ran past the piles of holy candles on the street, past the broken idols, and past the messy square. The wind whistled in her ears, and she remembered -
She remembered that she had dreamed of the God-Emperor!
The God-Emperor sighed and told her something. Did He seem to be saddened by the destruction of the Perfect City? Then why did He burn it? Then, Cyrene remembered that there was more than one god in her dream.
The memory was vague. She remembered the language in the darkness, which was completely different from that of the God-Emperor. The Punisher from the darkness kindly pointed out to her the filth of their beliefs, which was why they were destined to be destroyed - their beliefs were unclean.
Thinking of this made Cyrene's heart skip a beat.
As if it was a premonition, she subconsciously turned around and saw a darkness covering the sculpture at the highest point in the city, but she blinked and the darkness disappeared in an instant.
He is watching them, always.
Oh my God, God is above! Hades is above!
Finally, Cyrene ran out of breath to the end of the team leaving the city. The blue-armored giants looked at her in confusion. She was gasping for breath. Cyrene had understood, she understood - she knew the truth and what she should do.
The gods showed her the way in a dream.
She followed the last group of people out of the city. The soldiers directed the refugees to board the ships and leave the land that was about to burn, but she refused. She felt the soldiers' confused and pitying gazes - now she knew that they were also angels, they were all His angels.
With a short rest before leaving the city, Cyrene took all her strength and resolutely walked towards the foothills of Galahe Mountain near the Perfect City. As someone who knew the truth, Cyrene needed to witness all of this... She needed... She needed to accept it with the Perfect City, and accept God's punishment.
Human beings witness history, and history shapes civilization.
If their civilization is to be saved, they will need someone to witness this punishment.
Above the mountains, the rough wind blew her gray robe, and the corners of her clothes fluttered. Cyrene took a deep breath, and she stood there firmly, looking at the perfect city. The golden city became dim under the cover of clouds. The thick and dense gray clouds covered the sky like impenetrable rocks.
A piece of debris floated in space and hit the porthole.
Guilliman stood silently in front of the observation window, watching the rubble go away. In the farther void, the Ultramarines' ships surrounded the airspace above the Perfect City in a perfect attack formation, waiting for Guilliman's orders.
The death knell is about to ring.
The entire command room was eerily quiet. No one dared to speak, and the soldiers seemed to have stopped breathing.
Guilliman lowered his eyes imperceptibly. The message on the command board showed that the nearby Mandeville Point had received a message from the Word Bearers - they were almost there, at an unimaginable speed.
Guilliman thought of Lorgar, the brother who always talked about religion. Guilliman never agreed with Lorgar's views, but... he just disagreed.
Guilliman silently stopped his dangerous thoughts and focused his mind on Lorgar instead of the complicated relationship behind this matter. Lorgar was the shortest among them. Although he believed in religion, in areas other than religion, this brother was extremely tolerant and gentle, and often came out to mediate when the brothers quarreled.
But now…
The last grain of sand in the hourglass fell into the abyss, and Luo Jia's request communication sounded on the command board.
Guilliman did nothing, he did not sigh, he did not pause, he did not feel tense, uneasy... all of that.
He just said,
[emission.]
Guilliman looked at the beam of light in the distance. His spaceship was still floating quietly in this star field. Except for a faint arc of light at his feet, it seemed as if nothing had happened here. It was still stable and silent.
He watched a piece of gravel float over and then float away, nothing happened.
The earth is shaking!
Cyrene screamed uncontrollably. She saw the white light that blocked out the sun and the sky tearing through the clouds and piercing the Perfect City. Along with billions of burning meteorites falling, her eyeballs were burning! Melting! The overwhelming wind brought by the spear of light hit her and threw her up easily! She grabbed her gray robe tightly and screamed in the air like a dead leaf.
At the last moment, she saw the burning city of perfection and her own burning retina.
Cyrene didn't know whether it was she who was burning, or the Perfect City, or whether they were all burning.
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On the second day after the burning of the Perfect City, the first Word Bearers ship arrived at Kerr.
As a representative, a symbol, and a mystical hint, the first Word Bearer to set foot on this scorched earth was named Angertai.
After him, other fleets of the Word Bearers began to land on the ruins of the Perfect City under the orders of the Ultramarines.
The ruins of the Perfect City were still burning, emitting the embers of doom. The gray-armored warriors stood on the scorched earth, at a loss as to what to do, yet extremely angry.
The gods watched quietly from the sidelines.
No more.
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