Marash used a playful tone to bring the two ascenders to a halt to the ceremony. They were able to stand and gaze at the new High Lords.

He no longer had everything that the Tadarin Star Spirit should have, the nerve bundles as an ornament, the steel armor that protected his body from a flying stone, and even the crystal on his wrist to help the psionic blades gather.

In its place, there were four terrifying tentacles rooted in his back, carapaces that looked like psionic powers, and razor-sharp claws.

Aranak thought that the lost arms were not only not lost, but even two more—no longer a star spirit in front of him, but a hybrid with a hideous face like a monster!

It's a crazy betrayal!

Only Aemon could make a star spirit a hybrid. But in this never-ending chain of ascension, Aemon should never be a part of it. This is Aemon's own law!

Boundless absurdity rose in Ginara's heart, and equally boundless anger.

The power emanating from Marash overwhelmed all the Star Spirits present, making them unable to afford any idea of challenge. Apparently, Aemon had reformed Marash in order to keep Tadarin in charge.

Once Ammon had mercy on him forever, there would be no chance of promotion to the rank of High Lord, whether it was Aranak or Genara, or anyone else.

"Ah, Aranak, my faithful servant!"

Having already guessed the original intention of Aranak's arrival, Marash used playful words to provoke the Tadarin, who had subverted his own ideas. In the face of provocations, Aranak remained unmoved.

Even his metamorphosis into a hybrid, and Emmon's personal interference in the chain of ascension did not affect his mood changes.

"What are you doing here?"

The real-life high-ranking lords are at war with the titular second seat of promotion, and they are staring at each other. Where no one can see, a crazy celestial duel has begun with each other.

"I thought of an opportunity to please our gods."

"Oh?" Marash was surprised, and Aranak's city clearly made him feel a little uneasy.

In his imagination, there will be more or less gaffes. Either simply scream loudly or simply question his identity. And now Aranak's calmness is beyond his imagination.

Is he too urban, or is he only infinitely loyal to himself?

"Say."

"Send our blood hunters to hunt down the sinners of Tadarin to complete the capture of the sacrifice."

"Capture?" Either way, Aranak's stupid suggestion amused him. Because after the battle of direct confrontation with Zhao Yi, Marash knew that it was absolutely impossible for Zhao Yi to be captured.

It's just because his strength is the same as the former first person Nuloka, and even more than a lot.

How can an ordinary blood hunter take out Nuloka?

It's hard, it's hard.

But after laughing, Marash couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Because of the all-out conflict between Tadarin and the swarm, the strength of the Death Fleet has been greatly reduced. Tadarin no longer has the ability to swaggeringly send a fleet of death into the territory of the Tyranid Empire to capture people directly. If Marash's brain is pumped now, it will really make the Death Fleet go on an expedition again. I'm afraid that the human Imperial Fleet alone will cause the Death Fleet to suffer a great loss.

If a team led by an elite Blood Hunter orchestrates an assassination or capture campaign against a sacrifice...... I'm afraid that everything is not necessarily empty talk.

"Go for it."

So the two of them completed the retreat in the crisis of death.

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Aranak returned to his bedroom and closed his eyes.

As night fell, the Dark God's bounty hung over Sren. Faced with the tempting diazine that can increase the spiritual energy as long as it is directly absorbed, Aranak has no idea of absorbing it at all. But in order to blind the little rat sent by the high-ranking lord near the dormitory, Aranak didn't mind putting on a show a little.

He pretended to be sucking diazine.

What dizidine brings to Aranak is pain in the skin.

Bring him a boost in psionic power.

Gives him a chance to get close to the god of darkness - only now, Aranak can't feel the presence of the god anymore. He was like an outcast. Imprisoned by death under the High Lords.

No!

Aranak said to himself.

He should have taken this opportunity to become a High Lord, but the Dark God reversed himself...... One day, the dark god will pay for it.

Alanak, who had been shaken in his heart by faith in Aemon, was ready to kill Marash at some point.

But he needs allies.

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"Glorious Templars! Our race is about to be threatened by Aemon, the Dark One! ”

In front of the gates of the Council of Light and Shadow, a severed Templar stood in front of an endless staircase, speaking to all the Templars. His voice, with the help of psionic energy and technology, reached the ears of every Templar with precision.

It was Atanis back on the planet Saguras.

In the face of his passionate speech, Snales watched everything from a corner that was not directly exposed to the sun.

"You're going to sit on the sidelines?"

A Blood Hunter disguised as a Dark Templar approached him and whispered.

"Of course not, I'm looking for the right time to suffocate my prey. Atanis will get in the way of the plan, and it will get in the way of all the Astral Spirits returning to Sarnagar's grasp. ”

"Of course."

The Blood Hunter said that he knew what his identity was, so after reminding Snales a little, he retreated stealthily.

Snales did wait for that opportunity.

Artanis: [Emonn is corrupting Kara!] 】

As soon as the words fell, the information received by the brains of the star spirits had not yet formed a shocked look on their faces. Snales stepped up.

"Shut up! You heretic! ”

The Archbishop of Dallam was questioning Kara, and Snales, who had recently been in the limelight, came out to claim that Atanis was a heretic, and more and more exciting news fell on the ears of the Templars.

It's a pity that these are all closely related to them, and with the glorious minds of the Templars, they can't enjoy eating melons and watching plays.

Of course, Snales's voice only echoed in Kara, which led to Artanis' lack of awareness that one of the arbitrators was questioning him, and also to the fact that his fellow Nerazim present were not aware of it.

The colour on El's face, which Artanis thought was something the Templars could not accept for a while, continued to publish evidence of Kara's corruption.

(End of chapter)