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Lin Qi was so blinded by the gleaming reflection of the bald head that he couldn't open his eyes, but at that moment, a voice began to echo in his ears.
"I will never forget those thirty years."
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"Those thirty years were the most peaceful days of my life."
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"Those thirty years merged my ideals with his ideals, making them inseparable."
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"He gave me a ring and said I was his Sagittarius."
Okay, that's enough. We've done enough evaluations. Now, take it away.
Lin Qi pressed the pause button. He didn't know why, but although he had been forcibly dragged into this memory by the Emperor, he still had the right to play and pause this memory.
It was at this moment that he finally adjusted to the reflection from the bald head and could see the face beneath it clearly.
It was a handsome face, a fact that even a bald head couldn't hide.
On this face, the two attributes that should be in conflict—humanity and divinity—are coexisting harmoniously at this moment.
His features are sharp and distinct; from every angle, he resembles the finest work of art sculpted by the best sculptor over a lifetime.
His smile was gentle, like a warm spring breeze, making people feel comfortable and naturally developing a good impression of him.
Horus Lupercal.
With just one glance, Lin Qi recognized the name of the person whose face belonged to.
But why would the emperor want him to see such a memory?
Lynch looked around and found that apart from Horus, who was wearing pearl-white power armor in front of him, everything was a vast expanse of white, with countless dark shadows moving about and faint sounds coming from within.
"Congratulations......"
"Congratulations, Horus..."
"Congratulations......"
No, it's giving me a headache.
Lynch quickly shook his head. He took a deep breath and looked at Horus, who was standing in front of him with his mouth open and a smile on his face, but who was not moving. An absurd idea suddenly popped into his mind.
The Emperor... surely he doesn't intend to drag Horus back himself, does he?
A golden light suddenly flashed in the vast white space, seemingly confirming Lin Qi's conjecture.
Lin Qi couldn't hold back any longer. He looked around and then, without saying a word, knelt down on the ground.
"Your Majesty! Please don't mess with me! I'm already exhausted after just getting a hand-crafted off-road vehicle from a haunted city gang! Asking me to get a Primarch is like killing me! And this is a Warmaster! Aren't you afraid that after I bring him back, those four turds will be after him?!"
Lin Qi made the Eagle Salute with both hands, his face full of grief and indignation. However, this was not an act; he was genuinely quite grief-stricken.
After all, the bald man in front of them was the Primarch from ten thousand years ago. Moreover, he was not only the Primarch, but also the Warmaster Horus, who was among the best in every aspect of the Primarchs and ultimately instigated the Great Rebellion, causing the galaxy to burn and turning the human empire into the bird-like creature it is today.
Lynch had conducted some experiments regarding his ability to bring back things from his memories. Aside from inanimate objects, he could indeed bring back living things.
But so far he's only tried rats and such, but even just one rat has put the same pressure on his soul as that heavily modified off-road vehicle from the Nest City gangsters.
However, if the Primarch were to be converted into a rat, the pressure it exerts on its own soul would probably be enough to combine all the rats in the entire galaxy, and even that might not be enough.
This is the culmination of a work of genetic technology personally crafted by a human emperor ten thousand years ago, a work that is undisputed as the premier genetic technology in the entire galaxy.
If Lin Qi were to recklessly attempt to extract it, he believed his soul would be crushed on the spot.
Seemingly realizing that its behavior had indeed been somewhat excessive and hasty, the golden light disappeared, as if it had entered a state of silence.
Just as Lin Qi breathed a sigh of relief, waiting for the Emperor to let him return to reality, three lines of golden, distorted small characters suddenly appeared before his eyes.
It's in Chinese.
[No...use...all...soul...fragments...do...whatever...you can...]
I...will...protect you...
Help me... Terra... I'll... take you... home...
Lin Qi stared at the small golden characters and was immediately stunned.
His focus wasn't on the first or second line, but on the third line, and specifically on the last word of the third line.
That is going home.
Although he never said it aloud, Lin Qi had been thinking about his home all the time since he transmigrated here. Not the land on Terra that had been taken over by the Nest City, but the home that truly belonged to him, where his family and friends lived, tens of thousands of years ago in another world.
If they could go back, who would want to struggle and survive in this cesspool?
Lin Qi wasn't particularly surprised that the emperor had realized his identity as a time traveler, but he was skeptical about the emperor's offer to take him home.
But doubts aside, even if the Emperor is untrustworthy, He is at least on the side of humanity, and I am also human. As long as I am still useful to humanity, the Emperor will not abandon me.
If the words in front of him were blue, Lin Qi would turn around and leave without even bothering to play around.
but......
Fragments of the soul?
Looking up at the Wolf God, Lin Qi swallowed hard.
Honestly, he wasn't sure what the soul really was, or whether he could take it away.
But one thing is certain.
That is, if he could bring back the soul of Horus, which had been completely annihilated in the entire galaxy, even if it was just a fragment, the smallest fragment of the true soul of Horus, uncorrupted by chaos.
Once discovered, the area around you will likely become the most bustling place in the entire galaxy.
However, there's no point in hesitating now; the moment I looked up, I had already made my decision.
Thinking this, Lin Qi reached out and touched a smooth white sphere through Horus's body, which was clad in pearl-white power armor.
"Click."
"my child."
Abaddon suddenly opened his eyes, cold sweat beginning to trickle down his forehead.
Suddenly, he realized he had just seen a tall figure calling to him amidst a white light.
That looks like... Horus?
No, no, Horus is dead. That foolish fellow gave up everything, leaving not even a trace of his soul behind.
He was probably too tired. The thirteenth Dark Expedition was just around the corner, but his legions were still dealing with a lot of problems, which meant he hadn't had a proper rest for a long time.
Abaddon stroked his once-stylish, spiky hair and thought to himself.
Scare yourself.
He sat back on his throne, gripped the demon sword, and summoned his brothers to come before him.
Chapter 3 The Emperor's Eye
Lin Qi felt as if his soul was being grabbed by a corner by countless hands and then torn into countless pieces.
I feel terrible, like I'm going to die.
In the darkness of his consciousness, Lin Qi saw a white light suddenly flash, followed by a figure that seemed to be a giant, who held him in his large arms and ran quickly out of the darkness.
"Thank you."
The giant spoke in a gentle tone.
Then, he threw Lin Qi out of the darkness with such force that the fragile college student from his previous life flew into the air.
"Aminos!"
Lin Qi suddenly opened his eyes and woke up from his coma.
Strange ceiling.
Lin Qi slowly sat up from the bed he was lying on. Although the pain of his soul being torn apart still echoed in his consciousness, it no longer affected his normal actions.
So Lin Qi began to observe his surroundings, trying to figure out where he had ended up after he lost consciousness.
It was a small, ordinary room with a clean desk and a chair for everyday use. A desk lamp sat on the desk, currently off, and next to it, a white ceramic plate held several pieces of white bread and some fragrant stewed meat.
The tableware is... chopsticks.
Lin Qi looked around again to make sure there was no one else in the room except himself. Then he jumped off the bed, picked up his chopsticks, and took a piece of stewed meat.
They're back, everyone's back. This familiar feeling... yes, it's just like that...
With trembling hands, Lin Qi put the stewed meat into his mouth, savoring the rich texture and wonderful flavor that lingered in his mouth. For a moment, tears welled up in his eyes.
This is the kind of food that people should eat.
Before he ate stewed meat, Lynch's daily meals in Nest City consisted mainly of various kinds of strange-tasting pastes, which were the most normal, safest, and most common foods he could obtain.
Aside from that, the best meal he ever had was a PDF standard individual ration he had scavenged from the past, from the memory of some thug.
But that thing is only good enough to not kill you.
Lin Qi devoured the bread and stew, quickly finishing them off. Feeling a long-lost sense of fullness, he let out a burp and smiled contentedly.
Life...
"Have something to drink; you've been unconscious for thirteen days."
A calm voice suddenly appeared, startling Lin Qi.
Looking over at the sound, they saw a tall giant appear beside the bed at some point, holding a glass of water in his hand.
"Thank you."
Taking the water from the giant's hand, Lin Qi took a sip. The cool water calmed him down considerably.
He said he had been unconscious for thirteen days... Come to think of it, it was a fragment of the Primarch's soul, essentially a warp sub-god. Even with the Emperor's help, he barely managed to get it down.
Lynch began to scrutinize the giant. If he wasn't mistaken, it was likely the giant who had brought him here. Judging from its intelligent eyes and rational words, it wasn't some Oglin; its demeanor didn't resemble that of an illegally modified genetic slave, and then there was that black robe…
“You may call me Gawain. I used to be a palace guard, but now I have received orders from my lord and will be working with you for the foreseeable future.”