Forty thousand years later, he became a god in the warp

Chapter 283 Group Shadows Inspire Thoughts to Rebirth

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Lin Heng hugged the calf of the tallest Athanarius and burst into tears, while the other party smiled without any annoyance.

There was a look of tenderness in his fiery red pupils. He did not speak, but just squatted beside Lin Heng, waiting for him to pour out his sorrow and grievances.

The red-armored warrior beside him was also half-kneeling on the ground, with one hand on his shoulder, constantly saying words like "faith in the Emperor".

Blood Angel, so handsome!!!

The other Space Marines were also of various shapes and sizes, some standing or squatting, looking at him, or wrestling with each other unquietly.

After crying loudly, Lin Heng's mood calmed down. With tears in his eyes, he looked around, pondering the waves of memory, looking for the corresponding information of the soldiers.

Athanarius was a warrior of the 18th Legion, the Salamanders, and the man half-kneeling beside him in red armor with wings and blood drops was a member of the 9th Legion, the Blood Angels.

Lin Heng stopped sobbing, wiped the tears from his face and looked at others.

The green-armored warrior with a double-winged blade in the distance is a Dark Angel from the First Legion, while the one fighting with him is a gray-armored warrior with a wolf head logo, a Space Wolves from the Sixth Legion.

Dark Angel, so handsome!!!

Space Wolf, so handsome!!!

The one who was trying to stop the fight was a warrior in blue armor with the logo of an inverted Omega. Lin Heng recognized his identity as the Lord of the Ultramarines of the 13th Legion, the descendant of Robert Guilliman.

Of course, this is not an ordinary soldier, this is a warrior who is extremely loyal, so cool!!!

There are three white-armored warriors with yellow lightning bolts, the White Scars of the Fifth Legion. There is a yellow-armored warrior with a black glove logo, the Imperial Fists of the Seventh Legion. There is also a warrior with a stretched hand logo, the Iron Hands of the Tenth Legion, whose armor is dark and wired.

White scar, Khan! Handsome!!!

Imperial Fist, Yalema, so cool!!!

Iron Hands, awesome!!!

They were gesticulating with hands, as if they were exchanging combat techniques, as if they were introducing how to capture cities and defend them.

Looking at such absurd scenes around him, Lin Heng couldn't help but feel confused, and gradually he came out of the panic.

"Get up, my friend, you shouldn't stay here."

Lin Heng looked at the Blood Angel who was speaking, then looked at the silent Athanarius and stretched out his right hand.

He swallowed his saliva, clenched his fists, and flesh and metal came into contact. The collapsed Lin Heng finally had the strength to stand up.

Looking up at this group of tall and strong mecha warriors, although they were fighting, talking or being gloomy, and there were obviously not many of them he knew, but he felt completely at ease.

"Please help me, please rescue me!"

Lin Heng waved the big hand in front of him, constantly asking for more.

"My friend, look carefully. The current environment is not the real space. We are just illusions in your mind. The only one who can save you is yourself." said the Blood Angel.

"Ha, a kid who hasn't even grown all his hair yet, you start crying over such a small injustice. I don't think you will achieve anything in the future!"

The Space Wolf, who was dressed in fur and had disheveled hair and looked like a barbarian, punched the Dark Angel opposite him in the face, then turned around and laughed.

"Humph! Even your Primarch had his failures. Why are you scolding your father too?

If you make a mistake, you must admit it. If you are punished, you must stand up straight. It is fine if you correct the mistake. If you just focus on the mistake, nothing will change except becoming more paranoid... The same applies to other aspects. "

The Dark Angel was not knocked down. He immediately charged forward, dived down and threw the wolf on the opposite side to the ground. With a "bang", the two men immediately started fighting.

"You only know how to attack by surprise!"

The Ultramarines sighed, pulled the two men aside and said:

"Every Primarch has made mistakes and has lost battles. Death and injury are inevitable, and victory and defeat are common in war.

But one thing is that their spirits will always stand, and their beliefs will always be new! If your own beliefs completely collapse, then even if you don’t die, it’s no different from entering a grave…”

Lin Heng held Athanarius's hand tightly, and his own memories began to be pieced together and gradually became clear.

This somewhat ridiculous situation really made him a little stunned. But it also made him feel real, he was no longer alone in the dark void, because there was a group of powerful warriors gathered around him.

"The flesh is weak, the machine rises, don't be too rigid about the formalities, the ultimate goal of the battle is to achieve victory.

Sometimes we need to rely on external forces in order to win a greater victory, and accepting help from other forces is not necessarily a wrong behavior. "

Iron Hand, covered in cables, stepped forward and said, the mechanical sound and electronic noise in the other's helmet reminded him of Shoggoth, a priest who didn't look like a priest.

"Don't forget the blue sky and the eagle that you should pursue. Saving the people of dawn is indeed the goal of each of us.

But sometimes, it’s good to stop and look at the beautiful scenery around you, think clearly about who you are and where you should go.”

Lin Heng looked at the white-scarred warrior with a long beard and a bun on his head, and his breathing began to become smoother without him noticing.

“Tenacity, composure, self-control, and perseverance.

Battles often don't go the way you imagine, and there will always be a time when you experience brutality on the battlefield that you don't want to recall.

You can't escape, you can only warn yourself and pray to the Emperor to be able to defend your position for one more day."

The Imperial Fists warrior in khaki armor said this while hitting his chest with his right fist.

“Boom…Boom…Boom!”

The crisp sound of metal collisions gradually became louder, and everyone knocked on their breastplates together, silently praying to their own beliefs.

"Be worthy of the blood of Sanguinius."

"For Ruth and the All-Father."

"Lion King Ryan, repent! Tomorrow is the day you die!"

"The power of Dorn, for your honor and the honor of the Lord of Earth."

"The body is weak, the machine rises."

"Courage and glory!"

"Follow the Khan's guidance!"

Athanarius was still looking at him with a smile. Lin Heng also noticed his gaze at this time. The eyes of both parties conveyed messages, and he roughly understood how to proceed.

"Bathed in fire, forged on the anvil!"

Lin Heng answered firmly, and Athanarius nodded heavily. The other party loosened his grip, folded his arms, took two steps back, and stood with the others.

His breathing quickened, his feet exerted force, and his weak body began to burst with strength.

Only then did Lin Heng realize that these warriors were all loyalists from the Empire, and they were all part of the group guarding the future of mankind.

They all gave their lives to the Emperor and to their Primarch, and sacrificed their precious lives to defend the ideals in their hearts.

"You are the bearer of our spirit, Lin Heng, and you are the continuation of our values."

Suddenly, another voice that did not belong to the crowd sounded, and Lin Heng hurriedly looked behind him where the voice came from.

"Believe in yourself, don't let anything deny your value. You can be killed, but you will never be defeated. This is the first time I see you, and I hope it will be the last time I see you."

It was only at the end that Lin Heng discovered that there was another person standing near him, but in the outermost area. Half hidden in the shadows, he looked like a quiet and unpopular extra-staff member.

On an even more featureless and grey suit of armour, bearing a very gloomy crow logo, was a warrior from the 19th Legion, the Raven Guard.

Raven Guard, awesome!

"Thank you. Thank you."

A group of heroes gathered together. The people who were just quarreling started chatting with each other. The wild wolf put his hands on his hips and laughed loudly, while the one who was chasing the lion king snorted and waved his arms.

Death is not the end, oblivion is.

"Why are you fighting so hard to the end..."

Lin Heng looked at this group of warriors of various shapes and sizes and could not help but speak in silence.

"For the Emperor!"

The soldiers answered together, without any hesitation or delay, as if it was their common goal.

The wolves and lions stopped fighting, the crows in the shadows quickly came on the field, White Scar stopped twirling his beard, and all the warriors roared together.

The sound waves shattered the gloomy haze and awakened the depressed Lin Heng with a deafening roar. The nine people's aura was so great that they would not be shocked even if the sky collapsed or the earth subsided.

Yes, the Galaxy is so vast, millions of interstellar warriors are fighting bloody battles, and tens of billions of mortals are struggling to survive. If you don't resist and just wait for the so-called reinforcements, the only outcome you will get is death.

If he could endure the torture of the Blood Orcs, even if someone rescued him, they would probably just be rescuing a walking corpse.

Lin Heng cannot give up his consciousness. He must not give up, but make it become stronger, tougher, more flexible, and more stable. No matter how the world changes, he will always be himself.

"I understand. What doesn't kill me will only make me stronger!"

Lin Heng clenched his fists, feeling the return of strength. Gradually, his gaze was no longer looking up at everyone, but became level with them.

His body was restored to perfect condition, his mind no longer in tatters, the Emperor's children passing on their thoughts to keep his brain clear.

Lin Heng seemed to have an epiphany. He felt the changes in himself, followed by the emergence of spiritual power.

He felt the brilliance of the stars, he saw the splendor of the Milky Way, he laughed, he was resurrected, and his mind was reborn.

The soldiers waved their hands, laughed, and all nine of them turned and walked towards the dark place in Lin Heng's mind. As they took steps forward, a faint glow emerged from them.

The gloomy and oppressive darkness, as if unable to withstand the light emanating from them, gradually dissipated with the soldiers' footsteps. When they disappeared from their minds, the darkness of despair also disappeared with them.

Lin Heng opened his eyes, tears of emotion shed, and a determined look appeared in his eyes.

"Oh, little darling, you woke up on time, hehe."