Author: Tide of Crows

【wake up.】

【Wake up quickly.】

【Don’t run away from your destiny.】

【You were born to break free from it.】

【No matter what.】

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A distant voice woke her up.

Morgan opened her eyes, only to find herself in a starry sky, with the endless black land under her feet.

A light cyan star hung in the sky, flickering in her pupils, attracting her footsteps.

Almost without thinking, she followed. Some voices in her heart told her to believe in this star, but when she concentrated her energy and tried to identify these voices, she could not hear them clearly.

As she walked forward, her footsteps created layers of ripples on the ground, like pebbles thrown into a pond, and the stars began to move with her footsteps.

But when she took about the hundredth step, everything suddenly changed. The originally quiet and round stars grew fangs in an instant and turned into a monster with teeth and claws.

Those indifferent stars seemed like a group of hungry predators at this time. They advanced rapidly, entangled and twisted, and finally squeezed together tightly, but suddenly exploded.

Countless dark blue and light purple tendrils stretched out from the explosion, like two fierce deep-sea giant squids. They immediately fought together, and at the same time allowed countless tentacles to stretch into the boundless sky, just like a big drop of water.

Like blood falling into a wine glass, the entangled colors of blue and purple filled her sight in the blink of an eye.

They roared and struggled, from the farthest depths of the void to the close confrontation, each tendril and blade was working hard for the benefit of its master. They fought with each other and came to Morgan's side, pulling this man unceremoniously.

The newborn child planned to take her into his arms.

The power that only belongs to the gods set off another war in the small starry sky. Countless evil thoughts and emotions burst out from their respective main gods, and finally collided and blended, becoming an eyeless whirlpool. Morgan was trapped in it, step by step towards the unknown.

The front is rushing.

Hungry, distortion, transformation, relaxation, seeking knowledge, arrogance, desire, resistance...

They tore at her, lashing out in the name of gifts and gods, but showing no mercy.

Pull, brute force, drag, howl.

Until she was overwhelmed.

Until she screamed.

Until that ruthless golden light fell from the sky.

That golden light turned into a big sword, an unimaginable world-destroying magic weapon. It was slashed from the sky, and it cut through countless fogs and nightmares in the blink of an eye. The blue and purple tentacles were in front of this cold golden light.

It screamed and died, and then it emitted a monstrous red-gold flame, and the horrific picture that had just covered the sky was burned out in an instant.

After doing all this, the golden sword did not stop at all. It was raised high again and struck down hard, tearing a huge crack on the pure black ground. The crack soon opened up.

It began to expand and collapse, and blood and screams continued to come from it.

With everything happening in front of her, Morgan's brain began to hurt again, a bone-breaking pain, as if someone had pierced her eye sockets and the bridge of her nose with a table knife, hitting the Tianling Cap time and time again, crushing her skull bit by bit,

She could even hear the harsh friction sound in her ears.

She could clearly feel that as the crack in front of her expanded, her pain began to spread from her forehead to her whole body, torturing her body and spirit. The violent power accompanied by ruthless blows made Morgan unable to help but

Kneel down on the ground.

The Primarch has fully understood:

This starry sky and this pure black earth are nowhere else, they are in her mind, her spiritual world.

But now, it has become a place for some more terrifying beings to fight, and it has become riddled with holes.

The mighty power of the deep blue and deep purple is naturally full of malice, but the seemingly glorious giant sword is by no means simply here to protect her.

The emergence of the big rift did not stop the fight from continuing. Those blue and purple tentacles soon came back. They were fighting with the golden giant sword, and they were also fighting each other. This competition was accompanied by constant intrigues among the three parties.

, dragging each other back gradually became meaningless. Finally, the situation stabilized, and the golden, blue and purple powers each entrenched themselves in one place, almost carving up Morgan's mind.

In the blue field, a high tower was erected; in the purple kingdom, a palace appeared; and the golden sword was inserted unceremoniously into the open land, drawing an equally golden line.

territory.

They each rested, leaving Morgan standing in front of the big crack, curled up, feeling the heartfelt pain.

The will of the gods and the Creator turned into an indelible steel nail and was deeply inserted into her mind.

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【Look.】

【What a ruthless and magnificent scene.】

[The weak deserve to be slaughtered, don’t worry, you will adapt to all this. 】

【Your mania is so powerless, your pain is the eternal treasure.】

[Now, go take a look at that sharp blade. It is a gift from your creator. It is also the best proof of plunder and defense. He defends his prey like a wild beast, so that he can swallow... you! 】

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The voice became quiet again, as if it had endless patience waiting for the listener's answer.

I don't know how long it took, but the almost eternal pain finally eased slightly. Morgan raised his head and saw a small stream of snowflakes falling slowly.

She soon discovered that those were not snowflakes, but white souls with teeth and claws: those were the countless souls she had devoured before.

They fluttered and fell into the big crack one after another. Just like real snowflakes, they quickly melted on the muddy land. But as more and more souls fell, some accumulated in the end.

Standing up, an insignificant amount of snow appeared in the huge crack.

With the appearance of this white patch of snow, the pain in Morgan's brain began to subside to a minimum, and she was able to spare some energy to observe the appearance of the last batch of souls: those were the three most powerful aliens that she had devoured.

Sure enough, with the appearance of those souls, a cool feeling began to appear. She witnessed the three souls slowly falling to the bottom of the crack. The snow white they accumulated was even more than all the previous ones.

Morgan stood up and breathed a sigh of relief.

Everything is already clear.

Although she still can't remember her past and still can't recognize who caused all this, she already knows her situation.

Three powerful wills that are temporarily irresistible divide her spiritual kingdom. They may be her creators, or they may be others with malicious intentions - but no matter what they are, she cannot resist them for the time being.

Fortunately, they are equally hostile to each other.

Compared with these, what is more important now is to solve the big gap in front of her. This huge wound is constantly expanding. It is cracking the field of Morgan's will outward or downward every moment, interrupting her with pain.

thinking and progress.

pain……

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【Yes, painful.】

【It is the most universal language, the simplest truth, the greatest cause, and the closest partner in the universe.】

【It’s also a curse you can’t escape.】

[Look at yourself, pathetic little guy, do you know your fate?]

[Your great creator, your cold-blooded genetic father, the gifts he bestows on you amaze even me.]

[The golden blade is standing there. It is a symbol of his power and dominance, and also a means of tyranny and control. Let me tell you, little guy.]

[Do you know the Butcher’s Nail? The essence of your race’s ten thousand-year civilization.]

[The place where the golden blade destroys and where it stands will not be more gentle than the butcher's nail. Although it will not make you a brazen man like brass, it will still drive you with pain and power.

Your destiny.]

[Because in his eyes, you, a failure, deserve to be like this. 】

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"Morgan...failure..."

The voice in the memory reappeared along with this ruthless conclusion, and the golden sword in the distance shook slowly, as if to acknowledge all this.

Distorted sounds echoed around, but Morgan's mind had fallen into deep self-protection under the torment of pain. She recorded those sounds, but she was only thinking about her own things.

That pain, it has to be addressed, prioritized.

She needs souls, those [alien] souls, or those pure black souls...

But not enough.

Morgan held her forehead in agony, and the pain that was gradually dissipating made her thinking gradually clearer.

It's not enough, far from enough. This huge crack is like a chasm, extending from her feet to the end of her field of vision. It may be thousands of meters wide. If it is just filled with those snowflakes, then she may have to

Only by devouring countless worlds, kingdoms and civilizations can this be possible.

She needs a way, a more efficient way.
To be continued...