Chapter 151

The morning on Baal II is always so cold and beautiful.

The Scarlet Scars span the sky like a ribbon, dyeing the smooth firmament completely rose-colored, hanging low over the entire world.

But as time passes, Baal and its satellites' sun, Baalor, will emerge from the cover of Baal I, bringing the morning completely to Baal II.

It also dyes the entire world completely blood-red, shining on the dry, bare stones of the desert.

The water seller Yu Ji cursed this terrible weather and climbed up from the bed made of stacked transport pallets.

But no matter how bad the weather was, he had to hurry to Angel's Landing Town to find a good stall there, otherwise it would be snatched away by others, and his family would go hungry.

He found some ancient relics in the ruins of this Baal satellite, most of which were useless scrap iron of unknown use, but they could sell for some money.

When Yu Ji was younger, he was actually a good hand at exploring ruined cities.

But now he is old, his energy is poor, and this kind of work should have been done by his son... a strong young man.

But...

"Get up! Didn't you hear the morning bell?!" Yu Ji's roar rang out; he kicked a transport pallet hard.

The worn-out blanket on the pallet wriggled, and his son waved his arms in panic, waking up from the bed in horror.

This fool had nightmares again, Yu Ji looked at his idiot son almost viciously.

He sent his son to the Angels, sent him to the Chapter's selection, but the Chapter only returned a fool to him.

The boy climbed up tremblingly, following his father to empty his bladder in the water purifier.

"Little beast, if you dare to spill a little outside, I will send you to witness the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's mercy and get rid of you forever."

Yu Ji scolded uncontrollably.

"Be lenient to him, he is your son, my daughter's son."

The old, hoarse voice came from under the quilt of the third bed:

"If you can't love this child, think about his mother at least."

"His mother was once the smartest diviner in the tribe; this child also inherited her intelligence; it is not his fault that he became like this."

An old woman poked her head out from under the blanket, fiddling with a deck of Hua Hua Hua Di Huang Tarot cards in her hand.

That was Yu Ji's mother-in-law, his wife's mother.

But Yu Ji's wife had long since died.

"We all know whose fault it is."

Yu Ji said almost in a rage, then lowered his voice violently, as if whispering for fear of being heard:

"I think we all know, it's all the Angels' fault."

"Sanguinius above!" The old woman's hand fiddling with the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang Tarot cards trembled: "This is heresy, has your soul been cursed by the Black Angel?"

"He was a strong young man when he went to the selection, but they returned a fool to me."

Yu Ji said through gritted teeth:

"Who else can I blame? Whose fault is this again?"

"Fate." The old woman continued to fiddle with the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang Tarot: "He was destined not to become an Angel, so he returned."

"He didn't." Yu Ji looked at his dull-witted son, unwilling to admit in his heart that this was his son.

The old woman didn't continue to pay attention to Yu Ji, just continued to fiddle with the Tarot cards in her hand.

The old Tarot cards made of plastic scraped across the scratched glass, leaving a tooth-grinding rustling sound.

The old woman studied the pictures on the Tarot cards, then began to shuffle and cut the cards.

Yu Ji wanted to interrupt her and snatch the deck of Tarot cards, but he didn't dare.

The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang Tarot was the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's ritual; refusing it was itself a profanity...

"An ominous day," the old woman fiddled with the Tarot cards and said, full of strange patterns.

Yu Ji didn't understand the meaning of these patterns; he had always suspected that his mother-in-law was a witch.

"Scarlet mist," the old woman said in a low voice.

Then Yu Ji saw a thick steam like blood rising in the desert not far away; the steam was mixed with particles full of radiation and toxicity.

Red mist, a unique phenomenon on Baal II; this damn mist came from the toxic ocean on Baal II; if it passed through those old cities destroyed by nuclear weapons, it would carry more lethal radiation.

Yu Ji cursed; the radiation alarm was reminding him that passing through this fog was unwise.

Such thick red mist was enough to swallow any traveler.

The old woman was still fiddling with the Tarot cards in her hand.

She and her daughter—that is, Yu Ji's wife—all came from the ancient desert tribes on Baal II.

It is said that the old woman's lineage could be traced back to that group of blood tribes that witnessed the descent of the Angels...

"The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang on the Wang Zuo, the burning planet, the Omnissiah, the Death God."

The old woman's voice almost got stuck; she looked at the patterns in her hand with some disbelief.

The two cards symbolizing the Omnissiah and the Death God almost flew out of the Tarot at the same time.

The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang on the Wang Zuo, symbolizing hope.

The burning planet, symbolizing the coming disaster.

What about the Omnissiah and the Death God? What did this symbolize?

The old woman stared fixedly at the two Hua Hua Hua Di Huang Tarot cards that had popped out by themselves.

Vaguely seeing the patterns on the two cards flowing.

The figure of the Omnissiah appeared from millions of twisting gears; that was a blue raccoon cat.

The figure of the Death God appeared in the darkness; that was also a blue raccoon cat, but beside the raccoon cat stood a boy wearing glasses.

The boy's eyes were sleepy, but he held an old-fashioned pistol in his hand, the muzzle pointing outside the Tarot, as if no thing could escape his bullet's pursuit.

The old woman recognized the image of that blue raccoon cat.

That group of refugees from the Hades system brought a new faith; they worshipped this blue raccoon cat as a Saint, calling him Saint Doraemon, claiming he was the Death God, the Spirit of the Omnissiah, the Eater of the Swarm, hope and salvation.

But it is said that in just three months, the refugees who worshipped Saint Doraemon split into two completely different factions; the old woman didn't know the specifics.

Was this what the Tarot omen was about?

But another inspiration soon gripped the old woman's heart; she said almost instinctively:

"The Death God is coming, the Death God is coming!" Yu Ji looked at his mother-in-law with bewilderment and horror.

Then he heard footsteps coming in the noisy noise of the steaming mist.

Yu Ji hurriedly pulled out a homemade firearm from layers of worn-out blankets, aiming at the position where the sound came from.

His forehead was full of sweat; almost no one could pass through such high-radiation fog...

"Death God, you actually want to bring death to the Death God," the old woman said dryly.

"Shut up!" Yu Ji cursed.

They were very close to Angel's Landing Town, which was under the direct management of the Blood Angels, but in foggy weather, robbery always happened; the worst case was that it wasn't humans walking out of the fog.

Yu Ji looked at the human figure in the fog; that figure seemed to be grabbing a handful of Baal's sand from the ground.

"An Ultramarine and a Word Bearer are arguing."

"The Ultramarine grabs a handful of sand from the ground and throws it in the Word Bearer's face, shouting: 'This is Calth!'"

"The Word Bearer is not to be outdone, also grabbing a handful of sand and throwing it in the Ultramarine's face: 'This is Calth!'"

"Just then, a Thousand Son runs out crying, protecting the sand on the ground and shouting: 'Don't throw it! Don't throw it! Don't throw my brothers!'"

That figure seemed to have told a joke, couldn't help but smile:

"Another one?"

"A group of environmentalists condemn the Space Wolves for wearing wolf skins; the Space Wolves hurriedly retorted: 'No, there are no wolves on Fenris!'"

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"Hmm? Someone?"

That figure seemed to have noticed Yu Ji only then, walking toward Yu Ji's direction.

Yu Ji hurriedly raised the homemade rifle in his hand, aiming at the approaching figure.

"I'm going to shoot if you get any closer!" Yu Ji shouted loudly.

"You can't stop the Death God! The Death God is approaching!" Yu Ji's mother-in-law, the old woman who was fiddling with the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang Tarot, shouted tremblingly.

"No!" Yu Ji shouted almost in a rage.

He noticed that the figure was not carrying any weapons.

"Don't be so anxious, let me tell you a joke."

That figure said lightly, seemingly not afraid of the homemade rifle in Yu Ji's hand at all:

"There was a group of loyal Astra Militarum soldiers who encountered Orks in battle. Their bullets were soon exhausted."

"So their Commissar Yarrick ordered: Just use your mouths to make 'Bang! Bang! Bang!' sounds to imitate the sound of shooting."

"Then the Orks fell down one after another."

Yu Ji looked in bewilderment as the homemade rifle in his hand was inexplicably knocked away.

When the "Bang! Bang! Bang!" sounds came from the figure's mouth, the homemade rifle in his hand seemed to have really been hit by bullets.

The figure in the fog walked out slowly.

It was a man wearing a plain yellow t-shirt, wearing glasses, with short hair; his eyes carried a bit of sleepiness, and his expression was light and gentle.

"Old fellow, I have no malice," the man waved his hand and said.

The old woman behind Yu Ji couldn't stop trembling, just because the man before her was like an enlarged version of the glasses boy on the Death God card.

"Who are you?!" Yu Ji asked tremblingly.

"Death God! He is the Death God!" The old woman shouted: "He is the muzzle of death, the son of war, the end and death."

That man glanced at the old woman with interest, his gaze lingering on the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang Tarot in the old woman's hand for a moment.

"Old fellow, you can call me..."

The man smiled lightly:

"Nobita Nobi, a ten-year-old elementary school student passing by by chance, good at sleeping, shooting, cat's cradle, and children's education."

"This is ten years old?!" Yu Ji hurriedly picked up the homemade rifle from the ground and retreated to the side of his truck.

His idiot son didn't know when he had guarded in front of him; Yu Ji hurriedly stuffed him back into the truck.

The man wearing glasses, who called himself Nobita Nobi, looked at this scene with interest, then gently pushed his glasses and asked:

"Old fellow, is this Baal Prime? Has Chapter Master Dante of the Blood Angels returned?" The man asked with a smile.

"... No, this is Baal II, a satellite of Baal." Yu Ji answered vigilantly.

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