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You are Lieren of Nothing, the second son of the emperor of mankind and the father of the valiant and indomitable second legion of his adeptus astartes, renowned philosopher and heroic figure of legend and song, Savior of the many nations and peoples of Shangrala, Builder of both the giant's road and the miraculous Golden Dragon's river technology, Grandmaster of the wanderers in fog and the brothers of panthers and sworn enemy to chaos and all its thralls.
Having been separated from your son interred in the dreadnaught suit, Dae-Hyun, as the two of you fought to disable the defenses of the greatest and most terrible city of the Kong Nue Corrupted Vishnu barbaric and murderous society, you were forced to flee into a unstable passage carved through the warp as your valiant son caried out your shared mission of destruction. Pursued by all of the self named blood God's dog, you ran from them and the river of blood and skulls that carried them aloft just behind your heels, following the psionic signature of The butcher king's mad bride, your own beloved Kanzeon's corrupted and fallen sister Avalokiteśvara. And as Jinhai and numerous other heroes of Long-Jia, all friends and companions of yours, fought against Nitya Sinha himself, you sought a means to return to the material realm within the corroded veins of the mad woman who named herself the iron goddess of war, and ruined the Vishnu culture generations before with her cruelty and contempt towards all of humanity.
Fortunately, your eyes remained sharp as ever, and after playing the part of the hare in Kong Nue's hunting game, you found a crack in the boundary between the realm of the spirits and the realm of men. And tore your way through into the lightless bowels of the architect of all of the butcher king's slaughters and atrocities...
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"GET OUT OF ME! PARASITE! INFECTION! DISEASE! VIRUS! PLAGUE!" Avalokiteśvara wailed and howled as you marched through her ever twisting web of hallways, that had become a murderous expanse of whirring blades, spouts of plasma and arcs of deadly electricity. The few devils who poured through the tear you opened between the worlds, had been destroyed by the ship maiden's response to your sudden and rough intrusion. Disintegrated to their most basic elements and chemical bindings. But you, you marched on, covered in the golden, radiant fires of your soul. It was thinner than before, as you pour so much of yourself into the vessels of your dear comrades' souls and lives. You had seen too many of those distant lights flicker and fade to naught but cinder and ash as you ran from the hordes of the high minister of murder to not lend them aid in this darkest of hour.
Streams of acid powerful enough to melt star metal, gravitational fluxes and all types of radiation burned through the tunnel you forcefully tore open with your will alone.
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You are Lieren of Nothing, the second son of the emperor of mankind and the father of the valiant and indomitable second legion of his adeptus astartes, renowned philosopher and heroic figure of legend and song, Savior of the many nations and peoples of Shangrala, Builder of both the giant's road and the miraculous Golden Dragon's river technology, Grandmaster of the wanderers in fog and the brothers of panthers and sworn enemy to chaos and all its thralls.
Having been separated from your son interred in the dreadnaught suit, Dae-Hyun, as the two of you fought to disable the defenses of the greatest and most terrible city of the Kong Nue Corrupted Vishnu barbaric and murderous society, you were forced to flee into a unstable passage carved through the warp as your valiant son caried out your shared mission of destruction. Pursued by all of the self named blood God's dog, you ran from them and the river of blood and skulls that carried them aloft just behind your heels, following the psionic signature of The butcher king's mad bride, your own beloved Kanzeon's corrupted and fallen sister Avalokiteśvara. And as Jinhai and numerous other heroes of Long-Jia, all friends and companions of yours, fought against Nitya Sinha himself, you sought a means to return to the material realm within the corroded veins of the mad woman who named herself the iron goddess of war, and ruined the Vishnu culture generations before with her cruelty and contempt towards all of humanity.
Fortunately, your eyes remained sharp as ever, and after playing the part of the hare in Kong Nue's hunting game, you found a crack in the boundary between the realm of the spirits and the realm of men. And tore your way through into the lightless bowels of the architect of all of the butcher king's slaughters and atrocities...
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"GET OUT OF ME! PARASITE! INFECTION! DISEASE! VIRUS! PLAGUE!" Avalokiteśvara wailed and howled as you marched through her ever twisting web of hallways, that had become a murderous expanse of whirring blades, spouts of plasma and arcs of deadly electricity. The few devils who poured through the tear you opened between the worlds, had been destroyed by the ship maiden's response to your sudden and rough intrusion. Disintegrated to their most basic elements and chemical bindings. But you, you marched on, covered in the golden, radiant fires of your soul. It was thinner than before, as you pour so much of yourself into the vessels of your dear comrades' souls and lives. You had seen too many of those distant lights flicker and fade to naught but cinder and ash as you ran from the hordes of the high minister of murder to not lend them aid in this darkest of hour.
Streams of acid powerful enough to melt star metal, gravitational fluxes and all types of radiation burned through the tunnel you forcefully tore open with your will alone.
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