"No, no! Are you crazy? Are you so crazy? I am your son, your only son, your dreams, the dreams of the Fakhl family, who will help you realize them, and who can help you realize them? Ahmed shouted.

"My dreams have been torn apart by your own hands, son!" Fakhl looked pained and couldn't help but intercede with him, and he stretched out his arm at this time, and Hakim handed him the torch he had lit in his hand.

"Wait...... Wait! Ahmad shouted. Just for a bomb, just for a damn bomb! He began to cry, and Fakhle's otherwise stable arm trembled slightly.

"I can't just die...... You can't just die. Ahmed suddenly muttered to himself in the midst of his wailing.

"I tell you, I confess to you, my brother, Ibrahim, that he died at my hands! I slaughtered him with my own hands! He turned from crying to laughing, and looked proudly at the old man holding the torch in front of him, whose face changed greatly, and took a step back.

"What, don't believe me?" Ahmed laughed. "When the True Guard mercenaries attacked, while you were still busy handing over the hostages, I personally sent the entrance location to lure those alien mercenaries into the elevator of the Sage Camp headquarters, and when Ibrahim negotiated with them, it was my personal guard who was mixed in the Sage Camp and shattered his beautiful skull with a single shot with a stealth bullet in the chaos."

"No, no......" Fakhl shook his head. Why, why? He asked, gasping.

"Why, in order to own this empire! I want to be a king, to be the creator and compiler of history, isn't that what you have always taught us? Ahmed gritted his teeth. For the sake of the end, you can do whatever it takes, I learned this sentence from you, and if Ibrahim does not die, I will not be this king! ”

"Did I teach you this? That's what you've learned from me? Fakhl laughed angrily, he took a step forward, and took another step, and watched his son gradually turn from madness to despair and then to pleading, and he was furious, and shouted at this flesh and blood relative, who had watched him grow up day by day: "You are worthy to be this king?" ”

He threw the torch in his hand at Ahmed, and watched without blinking a glance as the flames flew from him, and watched as he cried and howled until at last there was silence, a fire of coals that was gradually extinguished.

In the hall, under the corridors, and outside the dwellings, the layers of people were stunned, they witnessed the tragedy of the father's murder, and the large prayer hall was filled with an unpleasant smell of anxiety. Fakhl was right next to his son's corpse, speaking to all the people who were about to be killed by Ahriman.

"Yes, I once thought about becoming an emperor, and I thought about leading my people to the pinnacle of humanity and making the Kezmians the masters of this world."

"Yes, I have tried to mock this fate, from the disgrace of the four ethnic groups, from the despicable political treatment of the desperate pursuit of victory, the pursuit of that seemingly slim hope."

"I had hoped that this honor would restore the respect of my people, who have played a very important role in the Council of the Silver Alliance and in the history of mankind, giving full play to the wisdom, patience and virtue of my people."

"From this point of view today, I must admit that I was wrong." Fakhl stretched out his arms into the air.

Allah tells us why we should be jealous of our brothers. When you see your brother happy, you should bless him. ”

He also said that tolerance consists in patience, and if you want others to be good to you, you should do it first, and if you want to avoid others, you should not hurt others first.

"I was carried away by jealousy and blinded by hatred, just like my eldest son, Ahmed, who ended up murdering his brother."

"As a holy being, I interpret the will of Allah to you, but my own practice has been abandoned during these decades of exile, and I have gradually forgotten the true plan of the Holy Lord."

"I let Ahriman gradually take over my heart, and I am proud of it, becoming a villain I once hated! But today I finally feel ashamed, and the blinded me finally woke up today. It may be too late, but time is eternal for the holy place we are about to go. ”

"Forgive me, my brother, my sister, today I came voluntarily, with a clear mind that I have never had before, and today ...... Today we will live and die together......" Fakhl found trust, understanding, doubt, resentment, and fear in the familiar faces.

By this time, he had already understood that no matter what he said, he would not be able to undo the harm he and his family had done to the Kezmians.

He sighed inwardly and looked at the clock in the distance, counting the time left in his life.

"Today, then, I will interpret Allah's message to my people one last time, hoping that the truth will lead us away from the temptation of the valley of confusion and to the other shore to find the holy and eternal temple of Ahura."

"Please come with me to recite the blessing first...... Fakhl began to lead the whole Kezmia in prayer with his arms outstretched, his eyes closed, and his head held high......

Take refuge in Allah, take refuge in his immortals......

47 space ships of various sizes, 204,132 devout believers.

His messengers, who believe in the good and the bad, come from the God of Justice......

In the temples, corridors, and cabins of the ship, in the passage of the Saliman spaceship's partial broadcast, people followed their saints, arms on their shoulders, men with trembling faces, women with tears on their cheeks, they closed their eyes, murmured, sobbed, and began to pray silently to the gods in their hearts.

May Allah forgive us for our ignorance and hesitation......

The incessant hum resounded in every spaceship, as if announcing the coming of the end times, as if predicting the tranquility of death. Men, women, patriarchs, clansmen, soldiers, civilians, all become an inseparable whole at this moment.

Blessings for tranquility, happiness, and for future lives......

At this moment, the dark starry sky in the distance gradually brightened and turned white. The engines of the 47 ships were extinguished by the huge electromagnetic waves, and they became coffins floating in the void.

After that, a surging and incomparable orange-yellow mist enveloped the ships.

The heavens and the earth shook, and they disappeared in the vast end......