John starts his day by praying.
Fatigue invaded him, making his eyelids groggy. The rough sleeping bag was unusually warm. He didn't want to get up. Every aching muscle in his body was resisting the act of "getting up".
"If you have false thoughts, you will become lazy."
John suddenly remembered the words in the Holy Scriptures. He should fight against his laziness. Those who indulge in laziness will fall into the path of desire. So even though he felt uncomfortable all over, he dragged himself out of the sleeping bag.
Then he recited the Holy Word while maintaining his weapons - a plasma and a dagger, which were enough for him.
Two weapons, a simple steel angel statue, and a cheap necklace given by his lover. Apart from this, John has no other personal belongings.
He packed his things and went to get the nutrition blocks yawning. The sleeping bag was not his. As auxiliary troops, they took turns using these supplies.
Their fleet is currently stationed on a hive near Baal, which the First Legion has classified as still valuable.
It is also because of this that this slightly corrupted planet was not burned into a glass bead by the brutal warmaster.
Thank you God-Emperor, thank you Archangel.
John murmured in his mind again that he could have had the opportunity to be stationed in Bar, but John, who drew the garrison lot, swapped it with someone else.
The reason is simple... because... the next planet they are going to capture is John's home planet.
John was originally the only son of a noble on this hive planet. Before the Astronomican went out, his biggest worry in life was how to confess to his parents that he had a girlfriend from the Middle Nest—Lilia’s grandfather was even the deputy leader of a gang in the Low Nest.
John was not afraid of the hooligans in the lower nests. In the eyes of the top nest dignitaries, these small hooligans were not worth mentioning. The main thing was their bloodline. Bloodline—
The nobles intermarried to maintain their status, and in the eyes of the powerful, John's own behavior was tantamount to suicide.
What made this prodigal son even more desperate was that his father looked down on Lilia's style.
John sighed, he walked to the line to get the nutrition blocks and started to queue up, in front of him was a tall woman who smelled sour.
This would have been a cheesy aristocratic love story—if this wasn't Warhammer, if the Astronomican hadn't gone out.
The hive immediately fell into chaos after the Astronomican was extinguished, but relying on armed force, the nobles quickly restored order.
But six weeks after the Astronomican went out, the demonic forces from the Low Nest stormed the barricades they had set up between the Low Nest and the Middle Nest—and then there were blasphemous spells, sacrifices, and traitors among the nobles, who excitedly joined the revelry from the Low Nest.
Before the hive was completely destroyed, John was pushed onto the fleeing ship by his father.
The family of the playboy John is a military family. His father, Old John, is a general. Although his mother has no military rank, she is also a good shooter.
It's a pity that their child is useless. At the last moment when his father kicked him onto the boat, John was thinking about what should Lilith do
Lilith lived in the Middle Nest, but it had been conquered long ago.
John sighed lamely again, what a jerk he was, and scratched the back of his neck, picking a flea out of it.
He stared at the little creature for a moment, then put it into his mouth and swallowed it in two gulps.
I don’t know whether his father and mother are dead or alive... John is inclined to believe that his father blew himself up together with his mother. They are the kind of people who would rather die together and slap the enemy twice at the same time.
He came back to avenge them.
It was John's turn. A mechanical sage in a red robe and with compound eyes handed him a nutrient block.
"Praise the God-Emperor, praise the Archangel."
John said this and slowly found an empty space nearby and sat down, squeezing together with all kinds of people. He held his plasma and chewed on the nutrient block with his teeth.
In the end, he was the only one still alive.
John thought that only one ship escaped from their hive, and five-sixths of the people on the ship died on the way to Baal.
John was sure that he was the only one alive on his home planet. The rest of his fellow countrymen who escaped with him were all -
They were all cleared out by [Shadow].
Yes, he was the only one alive, and John felt horrified whenever he thought of the scene with Bal.
The long escape left them exhausted, and some began to use psychiatric drugs to help them get through this difficult time.
As usual in the refugee camp in Barr, John pushed away the syringe his friend offered him.
But the next moment, he felt something warm on his cheek.
Slowly, slowly, John raised his hand and touched the warm liquid on his face, and he saw blood.
His heart was beating slowly. John turned his head and saw an existence that frightened him more than the demonic tide.
[Shh—]
The shadowy monster crouched over the corpse of his fellow countryman, blood soaking the hem of his tattered black robe,
The monster stared at John with its pure black eyes and tilted its head in interest.
[Cherish your last purity.]
He walked towards John, and John fell to the ground, feeling a wet heat on his thighs. He kept trembling, and the shadow enveloped him, and then squatted.
He stretched out his long, thin fingers, his nails full of dirt and flesh, and the monster reached towards John's hand—
"No,"
John didn't know when his voice came out.
"No - please, please, this is my last connection to my hometown. This is the necklace that Lilia gave me. Please - please, no."
The hand that was hooking the necklace stopped.
The monster's foul breath sprayed on John's face. Without saying a word, the next moment, the huge feeling of oppression disappeared.
John collapsed to the ground, surrounded by the bodies of his fellow countrymen. Now, he was the only survivor.
The call to assemble sounded, John threw the last piece of the hard-to-swallow thing into his mouth and followed the crowd to the tarmac.
He remembered that his leader was a fat man with a beard, and John always doubted whether this guy could stuff himself into a sleeping bag.
John successfully found the transport plane he was supposed to board, and he squeezed into the smelly cabin. The engines roared, and he felt them rising.
John found a place to lean back and close his eyes. He was very sleepy. He had slept for less than five hours last time.
He felt the wall shaking at his back, and the idea of being back home again gave him an inexplicable peace of mind.
… I'm back.
John thought as he held the scarred necklace around his neck.
I will die on my native land.
I'm coming to see you.
Under the guidance of Old John, John knew what a filler was and also knew that he was a filler.
But he had nothing to fear anymore.
John sighed, his short break over, every muscle in his body fighting against his movements, but he still walked towards the hatch.
He heard those terrible roars, the screams, the howls of those psychics and demons - in a trance, John even distinguished Lilia's voice among them.
John took a deep breath. He knew, of course he knew... Lilia had been corrupted long ago.
Lilia, who attracted the playboy John, was a famous beauty in Zhongchao. She was good at singing and liked excitement. John once advised her not to continue taking drugs.
John lowered his head and absentmindedly checked his plasma one last time.
The Judge has good intentions too... he thought.
In this damn world... there is no right or wrong.
John touched his necklace one last time, and the sound of the hatch opening was heard, and a fishy wind blew in his face.
"For the Emperor!!!"
John shouted, and rushed out first with his gun raised.
God... If you really exist, please forgive my hometown.
Yay!
(End of this chapter)