Chapter 492

"I am Titus." The firm voice rang from Titus's mouth.

The carvings on this broken wall seemed to have unyielding power, like stubborn stones that would never be eroded in the wind and sand, like enduring courage, like a hard city wall, like a bright orange-yellow lighthouse.

This low wall blocked the rolling yellow sand for Titus that would destroy a person's existence, strip away a person's spirit, and leave only anger and murderous intent, and also awakened Titus's spirit, which had been eroded to be riddled with holes.

He remembered who he was.

He was Demetrian Titus, an Ultramarine, an Astartes, the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Angel of Death, a member of the Doraemon Chapter.

"I will keep my mind pure, my body strong, uncorrupted by suspicion, uncorrupted by self-aggrandizement; I will become a bright star in the vault of war, an Angel of Death, destroying the enemies of humanity with firm wings, for a thousand years and another thousand years, until the end of eternity and the fall of the mortal flesh."

Titus recited the chapters in the Codex loudly, protecting his mind with holy scriptures and stabilizing his recognition.

He looked at the three heads staring at him.

"Leandros" suspected him, "Thrax" judged him, "Calgar" abandoned him.

These were not the real three people; these were the reflections in his heart, the afterimages left by his imprisonment in the Inquisition for a century.

Those suspicions, those questions, those self-wanderings entangled Titus, questioning Titus's loyalty again and again, judging Titus's mind, slowing down his pace of serving the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, and preventing his steel body from becoming a firm wall to protect humanity.

Even if tainted by suspicion, will you still fight for humanity?

Even if judged as a traitor, will you still fight for the Empire?

Even if abandoned and forgotten by the Chapter, will you still fight for the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang?

Be angry, shouldn't you be angry in the face of these slanders?

Use rage to destroy everything, use rage to retaliate against those who betrayed you.

Say: Blood for the Blood God!

Say: Skulls for the Skull Throne!

Titus's response was only a cold refusal.

"I am the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's finest warrior, I dedicate myself to humanity, my rage belongs only to the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang."

"I am a will and body of steel, I am unaffected by suspicion, plague, murderous desire, and pride; nothing can corrupt me."

"I am a fortress against fear, I am a defender of humanity, I am a Space Marine, I am an Astartes."

"I know no fear!"

Those three heads staring fixedly at him let out sharp screams, shattered in the yellow sand, and disappeared with a boom.

Titus raised his head fearlessly and looked at the vault where the rolling red sun was suspended.

The Blood God's shadow was reflected on the vault, his eyes full of rage were brighter than stars, staring fixedly at Titus.

The Blood God was annoyed by Titus's refusal, but the Blood God also swore that he would eventually corrupt Titus.

Even for eight centuries and another eight centuries, eight millennia and another eight millennia, Titus would never be able to leave this yellow sand until he accepted the Blood God's rage and became the Blood God's vessel.

"I am Titus." Standing under the low wall, Titus said unyieldingly.

The Blood God's figure disappeared angrily from the sky, but Titus was still trapped on the yellow sand.

He was clearly determined to trap Titus to death. Titus looked at the high wall full of scratches.

A Primarch—Rogal Dorn—had once fallen into the same situation as Titus.

Rogal Dorn carved all the escape plans he could think of on this wall, one after another, everything Titus could think of or couldn't think of was carved on it.

But these plans were denied one by one by Rogal Dorn; none of them could escape this yellow sand.

But Rogal Dorn eventually left... Saint Doraemon had once mentioned this matter.

But even Saint Doraemon couldn't explain clearly how Dorn left here.

The wall was not engraved with the method Dorn used when he finally left, but... there was always a way, it was possible to leave here...

Hope remained.

Titus thought slowly, pondering the way to get out of here.

Perhaps there was never any way to get out of here. A voice suddenly rose from the depths of Titus's heart, seemingly wanting to awaken the fear in the depths of Titus's heart.

"I know no fear." Titus said firmly.

Perhaps you will eventually fall here, turn into dust, and waste the body the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang gave you. The voice rang out abruptly again, still carrying an aura that could evoke fear in the depths of one's heart.

"I know no fear." Titus did not have any thoughts of fear or retreat.

Even if you can leave, perhaps everything is already too late; you missed the most critical moment and brought about tragic consequences. The chilling voice continued.

"I know no fear." Titus did not retreat from that voice.

The voice was silent, seemingly satisfied with Titus's reaction.

Titus suddenly felt a cold and terrifying aura coming from behind him.

His spirit was slightly dazed; the aura gave him a bone-chilling tremor.

He had only felt this feeling from the Primarchs, from Guilliman and Sanguinius...

Titus turned his head abruptly and found that the desert before him had become dim, and the sky light was covered by shadows.

A vortex of blue and gold intertwined unfolded before Titus, surging like a tide, roaring like a torrent, powerful and terrifying.

"Father?!" Titus looked at the blue and gold that was invading like an oil painting before him, instinctively shouting with joy.

Blue and gold were the representative colors of Roboute Guilliman, the image of that Ultramarine Primarch.

Titus almost thought his gene-father had come to save him.

But just as the words fell, Titus noticed something wrong.

This... the blue in this blue and gold didn't look like the Ultramarine blue, it was deeper, closer to the color of midnight.

The gold was also different, not dazzling enough, but rather dim, like the twilight when the night hadn't ended...

Gradually, the blue and gold vortex took shape, no longer flowing, settled down, and turned into a human figure.

The cloak sewn from human skin rolled up a shadow, the midnight blue and dark gold power armor exuded a cold chill, bats spread scarlet wings on the armor, and the tall figure briefly blocked the sun, allowing him and Titus to briefly avoid the gaze from above the vault.

The incarnation of cold, pale, and terror stood before Titus.

He lowered his pale head beneath the messy white hair slightly, staring at Titus with a pair of light-colored eyes full of madness and fear.

Titus prayed to his gene-father Roboute Guilliman,

But responding to him... was Konrad Curze.

(End of chapter)