The hatch was closed, and the small Sage dwelling door and corridor were crowded with children and women, and Fakhl's most loyal clan leaders and officers waited anxiously as the minutes ticked by, and in the midst of this lengthy father-daughter conversation, Ahriman's furious radiation front was getting closer and closer to Ahura.

At this time, all the ships in the evacuation fleet that could move had left, and only the command ship of Fahle, who had been stranded until the end, was still silently accompanying the dozens of ships that had lost their ability to move, but were still desperately moving in the direction of the Star Gate in a conventional way.

The hatch opens, Samiel. Fakhl walked out of the room alone, her face was calm, and although the corners of her eyes were still moist, she did not hide the tears of her crying, but raised her head and said to an officer in front of the door: "Captain Badir, you can carry out the relocation procedure." ”

"What about the Sage?" An officer asked Samir cautiously.

"Father is there." Samir pointed out the porthole of the corridor, the colonial ship that was flying side by side with the command ship, at this moment, a pure white pill escape pod was entering the range of the ship's traction position, and was quickly pulled in by the yellow beam.

"What?" All who understood it threw themselves into the portholes, some of the women began to cry, and the officers were amazed.

"My father used to say that he would always be with the most suffering of the Kezmians, and now he is fulfilling his promise." Samir's lips trembled, and he looked out the porthole at the huge, incomparably large colonial ship that had been useless in the midst of the disaster.

At this moment, in the crowded passage, the officers of the Republic gathered around and loudly expressed their doubts and confusion to Samir, but she ignored them completely, and only gently lifted the soft veil and rehung the silk veil on her cheeks to hide the beautiful face that began to sobble again.

……

The large colonial ship Salliman, with a large rotunda in the center of the ship, was previously moored at the exit of the underground city, and was originally a temple used to pray to the true God.

The walls and dome of the ship's hall are adorned with elaborate patterns, and the ingenious Ahurakezmians have painted fables from the Qur'an and centuries of ethnic history throughout the temple.

The white floor of the hall is full of people at the moment, and the outside of the seven-story living cabin surrounding the hall is also dense and crowded.

Standing in the middle of the prayer platform in the White Hall, Fakhl looked around and saw that most of the men and women who had been left were elderly men and women, all eyes fixed on him for his final speech.

"My brothers, my sisters." Fakhl glanced down the audience and found many familiar faces staring at him with concern, the first devout followers to respond to his call and come to this place of purgatory.

"We will live and die together today." He spoke to them aloud, and he watched their eyes, relieved and bewildered.

"Yes, the word "life and death" is very inappropriate today, it is a mistake made by me alone, but it is up to my people to pay for it for me." Fakhl said with a look of frustration.

"The evil god Ahriman once corrupted me, made me lose my wife and a pair of children, and now he has come to me to ask for my life, to strangle me, to strangle my people, with my own flesh and blood...... hands "Fakhl closed his eyes at this time, sighed softly, and then opened his eyes and suddenly said loudly. Bring it out! ”

Far from the hall, Ahmed. Fakhl was being pushed towards the high platform by Hakim and several guards, who had been only escorting Ahmed, but when they received the news that the Holy One had come to die together, they refused to leave, and were willing to accompany Fakhl to heaven.

Seeing that the son of the Holy One was tied up and brought in, the Kezmians who were sitting on the ground got out of the way, and most of them were puzzled, Fakhl had brought his only son here, and his clan was probably going to be extinct from now on, and what was it for?

"It's me who didn't teach this rebel well, it's me who let the original vitality of the people be cut off, Ahmed's guilt, please blame me and forgive him for all his mistakes in this life." Fakhl clasped his hands on his shoulders and murmured prayers to his gods.

"Ahmet, my child, is there anything else you have to say?" He looked kindly at his only son under the gaze of all his eyes.

"Father! I know that I was wrong, it was just an unintentional mistake, I could never have imagined that it would become like this, you forgive me, spare me, I will atone for my sins in the future, and obey your orders in everything. Ahmed, whose hands were tied, quickly fell to his knees, bowed his head and begged Fakhl for mercy.

"I have forgiven you, child, as I have just said, the responsibility for your sins is mine, and the punishment of your bad karma by the true God should be borne by me." Fakhl said to him with a pleasant face.

"Thank you, thank you, Father." Ahmed was pleasantly surprised, could this father, who had always been strict, just let himself go? He hesitated, so he remained on his knees.

"Hadim, it's okay." Fakhl nodded to his captain of the guard. Hajim glanced at the two guards beside him, and Ahmad was quickly set up by them, tying him to a pillar in the center of the platform, and Hajim opened the lid of the barrel and began pouring fire oil on Ahmed.

The crisp flammable liquid made Ahmed feel a little nervous, and he knew what Fakhl was going to do to him, no matter how stupid he was.

"Father, are you kidding? You want...... Burn me? You're going to burn me? His beard was now splattered with oil, clinging to his skin, and he desperately spat out the oil that had been spilled in his mouth, with a look of disbelief.

"Bear with me, and it'll be over in a while." Fakhl couldn't help but close his eyes.