That person's gaze was searching.
It could perceive the ubiquitous gazes, filling every place here... splendid, different, but maintaining a fragile balance with each other.
Therefore, that person wanted to find the source of these gazes - it vaguely felt that a certain source of the gazes had something of the same origin as in its body.
In the first hour, that person explored the ship, recognizing "up and down" and "distance."
In the second hour, that person looked at the countless "up and down, distance" around in confusion, recognizing the "thinking" that was wrapped in it.
In the third hour, that person found a mirror and saw its appearance completely and clearly for the first time. From this, it recognized "self," and finally realized that those gazes were not filling every place, but were always projected on itself.
In the fourth hour, that person began to ask its questions to the gazes. In that instant, thousands of faces and thousands of voices rang together, answering each of its questions, making it recognize that the feeling that had always lingered in its heart was called "doubt."
In the fifth hour, that person sensed that there were outsiders coming here, and sensed an existence that could also recognize it. So it rushed there, and in this process, "desire" was recognized.
In the sixth hour, that person waited at the place where another existence would arrive in the future. In the waiting, "time" was recognized.
So, in the seventh hour, at the moment of looking at each other and being able to be observed by others, that person finally transformed into a human.
She was an echo born from the remnants of the past, and also the result of piecing together countless broken things.
She was a ripple born from the Time Reversion, and also the specific form that was finally determined at this moment.
So, she finally spoke her first sentence:
"Father."
Father?
Zhang Ge, who had just come down from the Shuttlecraft, was completely stunned.
The person in front of him had a face that could not pick out any flaws. She had long, pale golden hair, four pairs of pure white wings, a shiny armor in gold and white, and three weapons in her left and right hands and on her waist. And very importantly, her height should have reached a full four meters. This meant a strength far beyond ordinary people in the common state of "the bigger the stronger" in this universe.
However, actually, you don't have to look at the height to understand that she was very strong, absolutely strong to the point of being outrageous. Zhang Ge had only felt a similar sense of oppression when he first encountered the Greater Daemon. If he fought her, others were not clear, but at least Zhang Ge felt that he would definitely not be able to persist through a single move.
At the moment he saw her, Zhang Ge had already thought about where he would go on vacation after death. Then, she opened her mouth and said... Father?
When did I have a four-meter daughter? Don't play like this.
Just as Zhang Ge was confused, the other party seemed to continue speaking with a slightly confused tone because she did not receive a response:
"Father?"
On the other side, she walked towards him.
Seeing this situation, Zhang Ge first signaled to the people who had made defensive postures not to act rashly, and then said:
"Don't move, she's coming for me."
After doing these things, Zhang Ge also took a few steps towards the other party.
The two sides finally stood relatively close to each other at a distance that was close at hand.
Before Zhang Ge could respond, he saw the other party slowly kneel on one knee towards him, while using her four pairs of large wings to wrap the two of them in it.
This time, what came out of her mouth was the definite short word:
"Father."
She stretched out her hands, held Zhang Ge's palm up, and finally placed it on top of her head.
"Who... are you?"
"Me? I am, your offspring."
"I mean your name and identity."
For this sentence, she did not answer, but only showed a faint confusion in those clear eyes.
"That is, what should I call you, and what did you do before."
"Call me? Use 'you.'"
Okay, don't expect any serious answers for the latter question.
There was no way, Zhang Ge could only speculate on what this person's origin was.
However, when he searched through it in his mind, he realized that because he had waited for several hours, and found that the Vengeful Spirit was not moving, he had hurriedly came here on a Shuttlecraft with the reason that "the Vengeful Spirit may have been paralyzed, this is a great opportunity to damage it," so he did not collect any useful information at all.
Even making unfounded guesses, such as someone who was thrown into the real universe from the turbulence because of Time Reversion? Or something on the Vengeful Spirit that was resurrected from the corpses that were reverted? It would not help the actual situation.
In this kind of thought, Zhang Ge tentatively touched the other party's head. After finding that she only continued to stare at him without reacting, he said:
"Then, I'll let you go free? How about doing what you want to do?"
"Hmm."
Hearing this, she obediently nodded, and then moved forward a distance, lowered her head and drooped her shoulders, and put her head in front of Zhang Ge, slightly rubbing it.
It gave him the illusion that he was being nuzzled by a lion.
"Uh, is this what you want to do?"
"Hmm."
The future looks utterly screwed.
He had just boarded the ship, and before he saw where Abaddon was, he had picked up a daughter, and it seemed that she was also excessively strong. What to do?
No, Warmaster, save me. Isn't this your ship? Where did you go?
Thinking of this, Zhang Ge realized the other wrong things besides this big daughter.
First of all, isn't the Vengeful Spirit a little too clean?
Although he had only boarded one Chaos warship, he had seen pigs running even if he had not eaten pork. How could a warship that had been corrupted by Chaos for ten thousand years be so clean, like it had just completed maintenance in an Imperial shipyard in the last second?
Moreover, it was one thing to have not encountered any interception fire outside before, but how come he hadn't encountered any defensive forces even after coming into the ship? Could it be that the Black Legion had collectively reformed and just happened to run into their collective day of confession?
The imagined landing on the Vengeful Spirit: Leading his guards and dozens of Fallen Angels into the cabin, stepping on the blood and flesh that had accumulated for ten thousand years, and after a fierce battle, he would encounter Abaddon just a short distance away, and finally fight bravely but be defeated and die.
The actual landing on the Vengeful Spirit: He was held by a daughter who he didn't know where she came from for a long time. The only danger he encountered during this time was the possibility of being scratched by the edges of her armor.
However, as if to correspond to Zhang Ge's speechlessness, a Warp Entity in purple and pink suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor in a burst of distortion.
She, who was holding Zhang Ge with eight wings, also finally noticed something and returned to a standing state.
A charming figure, distorted limbs, and an ugly face.
A Greater Daemon of Slaanesh, a Keeper of Secrets.
Wait, no, why would it be like this?
Of course, it was not to say that the Keeper of Secrets looked good, but for them, how could they directly see its ugly true face when looking directly at a Greater Daemon of Slaanesh?
One outrageous thing after another made Zhang Ge's thoughts unable to bear so much information for a while, and it was difficult to analyze the useful parts of it.
"Hehe... That idiot Abaddon actually escaped from this ship like this. Then I will have to take it into my possession... Hmm? Who are you? Why didn't I detect your aura? ... Forget it, let's kill them together."
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