The Protoss in Warhammer

Chapter 351 339. Seraph

The transmission speed of subspace is very fast. After being attached to the teleporter by his teacher, Borg returned to the Ark in less than a second.

Exhausted, he looked at his surroundings and returned to the research room inside the ark. The research room is important to everyone born on the Forge World, because it is not only their birthplace, but also the place where some masters and apprentices get along the most.

Berg looked at this place. Originally, there should be people he was familiar with here, but now he was the only one left. Yuna and Salva are already dead. Senior brother, it is probably difficult for him to survive now. He will be the only one left soon. What is very sad is that every time he survives, he seems to have abandoned his companions.

At the energy port, he abandoned Yuna, and just now, he abandoned his teacher. Like a coward, he comes back alive every time.

And look at what he is like now. He is almost distorted now. What will the future be like? Thinking of this, the courage that Berg had been holding on to had been exhausted. He sat down on the ground, leaned on the table behind him, and looked out the window helplessly.

Inside, the voice grew louder and louder, and he saw that his own dead person was blaming him. Yuna, who was covered in blood, looked at him with pain and sadness, accusing her that if Borg hadn't come back, she wouldn't have died. Salva looked at him with his broken body, and said with tears that if he could be stronger, maybe he would not die. Lorva looked at him. He didn't say anything, just gasped hard, his eyes full of fear of death and unbearable pain.

Borg felt them in his heart and stared at himself. These words, as thin as the wind, stung his heart like needles. He even couldn't help but beg in a low voice.

"Stop talking, please, stop talking..."

But those people ignored his words and continued to express their sorrow and pain. Borg also knew very well that no matter what he said in a righteous way, any righteous words he used to defend himself would be powerless and useless. Pale, because he indeed abandoned his companions and fled the battlefield alone.

Berg opened his eyes and looked helplessly out of the window next to the research room. There, the stars are slowly setting, the orange light is slowly disappearing, and darkness is covering the land.

"The sun has set, why not be like me..."

Borg looked at the sun outside and said to himself

"The fading sun, isn't it just like me? It is about to fall into darkness and usher in the endless night. The same is true for our civilization and our galaxy...

What do I really want to do? What kind of person do you want to be? Are you the one who has been here all this time, pushing yourself to death because of self-blame, and living up to everyone's expectations?

Regret and guilt have suppressed me to the point of suffocation. Do you want me to give up on it all? The voice in my heart, I don’t know who you are? I don’t know why you gave me such an ability, but if you are like the gods of chaos and want to play with my existence, I will never give in. I am a believer in Omnisiah, I must live, I cannot live up to the efforts of those who first loved me and cared for me. "

As Borg spoke, the sadness in his eyes was slowly replaced by perseverance and determination, and the armor-like appendages and orange-red patterns on his body began to slowly cover his body. He looked at the crimson sunset and said fearlessly

"Yes, you are right, I am the only one who survives every time... Hehe, I will not give up if I give up. Just because I am alive, I must live!

Just like the sun sets at the end of each day and is reborn again the next day.

I use today's events to swear to the future that I will become a better person and don't need to feel guilty about it... No matter what happens, I will continue to move forward and realize my dream as a teacher!

I will face the future openly instead of shrinking into the shadow of the past. If I am bound by the past, then I would rather..."

"Bury him with your own hands and fly away to fight for me and those who died!"

Under Borg's affirmative tone, orange-red flames covered his body. The purest energy from the subspace directly covered his body. The powerful energy directly drove out all the malice of the subspace on the entire Ark. , the machine soul made an excited sound under the bath. The young fragment user is already very different from before. He is now like the legendary Seraph, with white wings and armor, and orange-red fire flowing from the gaps.

Borg flew toward the window. As soon as he appeared, he immediately became the second sun on the battlefield. The powerful spiritual light directly filled the originally dark battlefield with light again. The new power directly disrupted the subspace. The crack, the huge crack that had always existed above the battlefield was directly destroyed by the sudden force, and the wound in the physical universe was healed.

The Skitarii and the demons all looked at the sudden Seraph, especially the temporarily armed workers who were shocked speechless by this scene.

The believers of the state religion among the workers saw the angel coming. He rushed towards the demon standing at the back of the battlefield with anger and flames, and slashed with the giant sword full of flames. In the uproar, I don’t know who shouted first

“It’s the living saint! The saint of the Emperor has come! This battle will end with our victory!”

After hearing such an explanation, the morale of the Skitarii and soldiers who had been fighting for a day was once again raised, even more fiercely than before. In their eyes, the messenger of the Emperor has arrived, the messenger of Omnissia has arrived, and they will eventually win!

The demons and Chaos servants were instantly under unimaginable pressure, and the mortals and soldiers who were originally afraid suddenly became extremely brave. Walmart’s army launched an attack under the roar of the Titan Legion, and thousands of demons were directly turned into charcoal in an instant.

Carlos left Salva, who was almost losing his vital signs, and the great sage was easily knocked to the ground by the Lord of Change, not far from death.

Salva raised his head with difficulty, and after seeing his apprentice, he finally closed his eyes with relief. He seemed to be able to sleep forever, because he had a successor.

"Salva, it's not time to rest..."

Netat took a look at the soul in the soul storage device, stuffed it into his hunting robe, and then looked at the Seraphim who was fighting in the group of demons, and aimed the loaded magic bullet at the Chaos side. For him, the battle has just begun.

For Ahriman, this battle has just begun. Ahriman, who had been watching the battlefield on a flying disc, finally waited for his own results. He immediately ordered his wizard loudly

"Get ready to act! We must get this light into our hands!"