Chapter 491

Titus couldn't remember why he was standing on this land full of yellow sand.

Rolling yellow sand blew from the other side of the sky, blowing on Titus's face, making his face ache.

On this land that only had scorching yellow sand, many facts had become blurred.

Perhaps he was here because of some mission, perhaps he landed here because of some accident, perhaps he fell into some conspiracy of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's enemies.

Or...

"I will watch you, traitor."

"You have been abandoned by the Chapter, traitor."

"You have been corrupted, traitor."

Voices rang in Titus's ears; in the rolling heat waves, Titus vaguely saw several figures standing beside him.

He saw Leandros, the recruit who reported him to the Inquisition; he was a Chaplain now, staring at Titus with suspicious eyes.

He saw Inquisitor Thrax, who held those cruel torture instruments, staring at Titus with a sneer.

He saw Chapter Master Calgar; Calgar looked at him coldly, as if despising him, ignoring him, abandoning him.

Angry?

A voice was in Titus's heart, burning like a wildfire in the depths of Titus's heart.

They repay your loyalty with suspicion, they respond to your dedication with abandonment.

Warrior, you should be angry, you should kill.

Say: Blood for the Blood God, Skulls for the Skull—

"I am Demetrian Titus, former Second Captain of the Ultramarines, son of Roboute Guilliman, Ultramarine Captain of the Doraemon Chapter, loyal to the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, loyal to humanity, loyal to the Primarch."

Titus suddenly remembered Saint Doraemon's teachings from the past; he had mentioned this kind of situation and told Titus how to deal with it.

"I am Demetrian Titus!" Titus emphasized this fact.

He heard a roar of shame and anger, restless, annoyed, and eager to move.

The desert became more scorching, the gravel became rougher, the hot wind became more rapid.

Everything was polishing Titus; those facts that were originally solid began to be stripped from Titus bit by bit.

He only needed to be angry; if he didn't accept His gift, He would eventually only leave him with anger.

Everything else would disappear in the wind and sand.

"I am Demetrian Titus!" Titus emphasized this fact, and then stepped into the desert; he didn't know how to get out of trouble, but there would eventually be a path, as long as he started acting.

The monotonous desert extended continuously under his feet, becoming continuously scorching; looking around, Titus couldn't see anything... no.

He could see Leandros, Inquisitor Thrax, and Chapter Master Calgar; they were always watching Titus, staring at Titus.

"We will watch you, traitor." Their voices rang in Titus's ears.

Titus ignored them; he had to move forward.

Thus, step by step, step by step, day after day, year after year, he moved forward, he searched for a way out.

The blood-colored sun always hung low on the horizon, the yellow sand was always blowing, time became blurred, and the years were stretched very long.

These gravels kept hitting his body, wearing away his existence bit by bit.

The power armor on his body began to fade, the markings on it were worn away, becoming no longer clear.

Those medals representing his past honor began to break, and finally, on a certain day in a certain century, they turned into powder and disappeared at his fingertips.

The three of them were still watching him, but he already couldn't quite remember their names.

"We will watch you forever, traitor." The cold voice rang from their mouths, carrying suspicion, carrying distrust, carrying disgust.

Their gazes, their voices, and the dizzying, hot environment all around were mixed together, urging the anger in the depths of his heart to burn.

Kill them, vent your anger.

Blood for the Blood God, Skulls for the Skull Throne.

That voice rang out, urging him, persuading him, guiding him...

"No." His throat said dryly: "I am..."

"I am Demetrian Titus," he emphasized this fact; he couldn't forget this fact. Thus time continued to pass, passing at a very slow speed, at a speed difficult to perceive.

The sun did not move, the scene before him repeated and continued, and only the power armor continuously eroded by the wind and sand proved the existence of time.

Later in a certain century, when the desert was illuminated blood-red by the sun, at a moment when he had almost forgotten everything, when his existence had almost been wiped away by the yellow sand,

His power armor, which had long been ground into pits and bumps, shattered; he staggered out of the wreckage of the power armor, and yellow sand sprinkled on his strong body, very painful, very painful, very painful.

The three of them were still there, but their power armor had also been wiped away by the yellow sand, and their flesh had been dried by the heat waves, leaving only three withered heads lying in the gravel, staring at him.

"We will watch you forever, traitor." The cold voice rang from their mouths.

He vaguely remembered that he still had very important things to do; for the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, for humanity, he should have been fighting.

But why was he wandering here? Century after century.

Why was he standing still here? Century after century.

Why? Why was he trapped here?

Kill. His voice rang out: Swing the sword and kill, hack them, don't let them trap your pace toward the battlefield.

Then, Blood for... Blood for...

He gently raised the chainsword in his hand and looked at the three withered heads.

"Who are you?" A voice full of blood energy rang out; on the chainsword in his hand, whose name he had forgotten, was reflected a figure wearing silver-red power armor: "To whom does your anger belong?"

"... I am... I am Demetrian Titus..."

"My anger belongs to the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, belongs to humanity, belongs to Saint Doraemon."

"I am Titus!!!" An angry voice came from his mouth.

That He let out an angry growl, rage burned, the chainsword in his hand turned into ashes accordingly, and that figure wearing silver-red power armor disappeared accordingly.

But before disappearing, the silver-red warrior laughed wildly, mocking Him, and angrily let out a war cry at Him.

"I am Jole, I am the Blood Knight, my anger belongs to Sanguinius and the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang." The silver-red warrior roared, and then vanished in an instant.

The roar of the silver-red warrior made his spirit suddenly shake; in a trance, he saw a low wall.

This was the first time he had seen the scene in the desert change in century after century.

He was naked, confused, and ignorant; all existence had been polished clean by the yellow sand, leaving only the anger in the depths of his heart, the three heads that were always staring at him, and...

"I am Titus," he repeated.

Then, he stood before that wall; it was a wall built of red sandstone, covered with things.

Floor plans, design drawings, plans, one carefully designed escape plan after another, one attempt after another, traces carved by blunt swords...

Clearly, someone had once been trapped in this desert like him, suffering His corruption and torture.

That person was unyielding, that person was rebellious, that person tried to escape again and again, leaving everything on this wall.

He could no longer understand these designs, these plans, these floor plans.

Even if he understood, it wouldn't be of much significance, because these attempts had been denied one by one by the person who carved these words.

He finally only understood the two short sentences carved at the very top of the wall...

"Steel decays, the stubborn stone remains."

"Gold rusts, courage endures."

He whispered, and then

"I am Titus."

The God of Blood let out a growl of shame and anger.

(End of chapter)