No one knows exactly how Inje Felix appeased the differences between the Grey Knights, the Sisters of Silence, and the Anglican over the treatment of girls.

But what is certain is that when the ship jumped out of subspace, the two sides did not fight.

Don't think that's an exaggeration.

Although the human empire may appear to be a militaristic dictatorship with a high degree of centralization of power on the surface, it is in fact fragmented on the inside.

The State Church, the Forbidden Army, the Inquisition, the Council of Lords of Terragao, the Cult of the Mechanicus, the Ministry of the Interior, the Ministry of Justice, the Imperial Guard, the Imperial Navy, the various Astarte Orders, the Planetary Governors and Sector Governors, the Court of Assassins, the Court of the Torch, the Court of the Stars, the Rogue Traders, and more, almost every department has its own ideas.

Even within these departments, there can be infinite subdivisions, dividing hundreds or thousands of factions.

And the attitudes of these departments and factions towards one thing are also very different.

Although they all claim allegiance to the Empire and the Great God Emperor, they are not soft at all when it comes to their own people.

Especially when the current regent, Robert Killman, wants to re-enforce the truth of the Empire, some fanatical warband priests even try to assassinate him, and the high lords try to force him to kneel down and submit to him through their power.

The original body of the emperor's son is still like this, not to mention the others.

To this day, there are still many people within the empire who are strongly hostile to Robert Kiliman.

Because when the emperor of the thirtieth millennium had not yet sat on the golden throne, the council of high lords that he personally formed excluded all primordial bodies.

So these guys think that involving the Primordial in politics and even becoming the helmsman of the empire is itself against the will of the emperor.

In short, compared to the complex power, political landscape, and numerous factions within the empire, the South Asian trio can be regarded as both united and unified.

Thankfully, with the return of the ship to the Expeditionary Fleet's flagship, the Glory of Macurag, Ingjie Felix can finally put his hanging heart down.

After all, this is where the original body is located, and at the same time, there are a large number of Astartes of the Ultramarines subgroup, as well as the forbidden army brought out of the Terra Palace, neither the people of the State Religion nor the Gray Knight dare to do things easily.

What's more, even if a fight really starts, the golden combination of the Forbidden Army and the Silent Nun can suppress the conflict that broke out in a matter of minutes.

You must know that the physical fitness and combat effectiveness of the forbidden army are much stronger than those of ordinary Astarte.

What's more, for 10,000 years, they all stayed in the palace of Terra to guard the emperor and never left, and many of them were veterans who had served for tens of thousands of years to participate in the Great Expedition and the Horus Rebellion.

In contrast, it is very rare for the Astarte Warband to have served for more than one or two thousand years.

There is also a huge gap between the two in terms of combat experience.

Although it may not be as exaggerated as the original, it is still no problem for a Praetorian elite to deal with several Astartes at the same time.

So after handing over the girl who was suspected of being a living saint to the Janissaries and Sister Silence, Ingjie Felix immediately found his genetic father and reported what he saw with his own eyes from beginning to end.

"Do you believe that this girl is a true living saint like Celestein?"

Robert Killiman asked in a tone of uncertainty after listening to the debriefing.

"Sorry, I don't know. But it doesn't matter anymore, because the state church believes that she is who she is. Moreover, her arrival has boosted the morale of the entire expeditionary force, and they are convinced that we will win the war under the protection of the God Emperor. ”

Felix was straightforward about what he was thinking.

As one of the Four Heroes of Otrama, he is obviously not one of those reckless men who only knows how to fight and kill, but has a very high political literacy, and understands the great benefits that can be brought by the appearance of a living saint in times of plague and war.

This is a very positive way to restore hope in people's hearts and bring the empire out of the last dark period that lasted for 10,000 years.

On top of that, the girl seemed to be able to control her terrifying psionic powers, not in a state of loss of control since her talent awakened like other psionics.

For today's human empire, "controllability" is the most important thing.

A bitter smile appeared on Robert Killiman's face, and he exclaimed in a low voice, "Yes, you're right.

From the moment the state religion recognized it, it didn't matter who that girl was.

It has become a symbol of victory and an intangible political asset, just like the state religion today.

In these dark times, mortals need faith to bring a little light to their miserable lives.

Maybe Soth was right.

Whether it is the truth of the empire or the state religion, in the final analysis, it is just a tool for maintaining the system of governance.

The fact that the Empire chose the latter over the former between the thirtieth century and the fortieth millennium was only an inevitable consequence of the deteriorating security environment.

Because religion is the least expensive way to maintain a large empire.

Rather than requiring the vast amount of resources to be invested in the education system, as Imperial Truth did, it was also able to raise taxes and reduce popular revolt to a certain extent.

But making people more ignorant is not the way to go.

Perhaps, when things get better, we can make people more rational by popularizing education and raising the level of awareness, and then they will naturally slowly abandon religion and embrace imperial truth. ”

"Soth? Have you been in contact with him all the time? ”

Felix looked very surprised.

Robert Kiliman nodded slightly: "Yes, we have been in touch.

He, like my Emperor father, has very powerful psionic powers.

You can even use the power of subspace across the galaxy to make your consciousness and projections appear anywhere.

We have discussed many of the difficulties and problems facing the Empire.

And he gave me a lot of inspiration from another perspective.

In a way, Soth has a lot of similarities with the Emperor.

For example, they all advocate extreme authoritarianism, believing that a strong central government and efficient military and administrative capabilities are necessary to maintain political power.

Another example is that they don't care about other people's opinions, and always think that the path they have chosen is the right one.

If it weren't for the resistance within the Empire, I'd like to invite him to Terra to meet the Emperor on the throne.

Maybe he'll find a way to get my father back on his feet. ”

"What is this unknown being who calls himself Soth? Why would the God-Emperor allow him to establish a second human regime in addition to the Empire? ”

Felix was silent for a long time, and then asked the question that was most of his concern.

"All I know is that he's an outsider, that's all. And he had a lot of earth-shattering plans with my emperor father. ”

Robert Killiman narrowed his eyes and gave a very vague answer.

Because of himself, you don't know what the oil incarnation should be.

According to the initial observations and speculations of the great sage of the Cult of the Mechanicus, Belisarius Kaul, it was once thought that Zuosi might be a star god or a fragment of a star god.

The reason is that the oil can make certain changes to the rules of matter and physics to a large extent, which is a power that only star gods have.

But this speculation was later overturned.

The reason was that they suddenly discovered that the incarnation of shimmering oil could actually draw a huge amount of spiritual energy directly from the subspace like a human emperor, and then form all kinds of incredible spells.

This is obviously something that the Star God, the god of the present world, cannot do.

Therefore, the empire is not clear about Zuo Si's identity at all, and even the title of "outsider" is still known from the mouth of the living saint Celestein.

Some speculate that Zuosi may have come from a wider universe beyond the galaxy, like the Tyranids;

Others believe that this refers to his identity and position.

Either way, its power is obvious to all.

For more than a hundred years, any enemy who attacked within its sphere of domination was dealt with without merciless blows, and even dangerous psionics did not have to worry about attracting subspace demons.

"I see......" Felix nodded thoughtfully. What about that girl? Is that what you want to do with her aboard the Macurag? ”

"Just in case, I'd better go and confirm the identity of this living saint with my own eyes."

With that, the tall and strong body of the original body slowly stood up from its seat, and went to the cabin where little Lori was held under the protection of the forbidden army and several Astartes of the Ultra Warrior subgroup.

When he saw the slender, thin, and obviously malnourished figure sitting quietly in the corner with his legs crossed, Robert Killeman's pupils dilated very significantly.

Although the other party did not release any spiritual energy, the aura of déjà vu made him feel nervous.

Because of all the people the Primordial has ever encountered, only two people have psionic abilities that can reach this level.

One is the Emperor who is the father of all the original genes, and the other is Magnus, who has the most psionic talent of all the brothers.

As for the likes of Zuo Si and Tzeentch, Robert Kiliman does not regard them as "human" categories.

Out of caution and curiosity, he slowly leaned down to look at the girl's eyes that shimmered with golden light, and asked softly, "Who are you?" ”

Hearing this, Xiao Lori, who was originally motionless, slowly raised her head, and then made a movement that shocked and unbelievable everyone around her.

I saw that she suddenly raised her right hand without warning and patted the original body's head, and her movements and demeanor were as if the elders were encouraging the younger ones.

Trailing Robert Killiman, including Ingjie Felix, the Silent Sister, and the Praetorian Warriors, were all stunned.

Eldar Liaison Officer Illianne Natassi was even more stunned, barely believing what she was seeing.

You must know that it is the original body, a powerful demigod created by the fifth evil god through the combination of his own genes and subspace power.

But the interesting thing is that Robert Kiliman did not react to this in any way, but also showed a very puzzled expression, and then asked in a tone of uncertainty that was not very sure: "Father, is that you?" ”

“……”

The girl didn't speak, just smiled at the corners of her mouth.

The two of them looked at each other as if to confirm something.

It took about a dozen seconds or so for Robert Killiman to straighten up and sigh: "Alas—okay.

Since you don't want to say anything, then I won't ask any more.

It doesn't matter if you're Magnus, or the father of my genes, or Tzeentch anyway.

Because I won't allow you to leave this place, let alone take part in the rest of the war.

Forbidden Army, Sister Silence, keep an eye on her.

No one is to approach or let her go unless ordered to do so by myself. ”

"Understood!"

"Yes!"

The Praetorian Army and the Silent Nuns, who were in charge of the guards, immediately responded.

When the original body turned away and the open hatch closed again, the girl returned to the corner and sat down and hugged her legs.

But her eyes were fixed on the wall in front of her, as if she had seen through the hull of the alloy armor plate the scene of war on the planet outside.

And Robert Killiman has finally made up his mind to launch an unprecedented attack to end the protracted plague war once and for all.

In this way, after more than a dozen hours of discussion in combat meetings, he himself finally began to parachute to the surface with decisive force, intending to eliminate the Void Shield controlled by Nurgle's army, and then banish all demons and his good brother Motarian back to subspace once again with the help of orbital bombardment.

But what the Imperial Regent didn't know was that his idea of a quick solution was exactly what the Demon Primordial Motarian and the Great Impure Kugas were happy to hear.

Because at this moment, near the Cauldron of Nurgle atop the ruins of a city on the planet's surface, Kugas had just concocted the coveted plague of the gods and delivered it to Motarian.

The latter undoubtedly felt the most terrifying poison in the galaxy, and a disgusting smile appeared on the distorted and ugly face: "Very good! Now we can finally implement that plan. ”

"Are you sure that Kiriman will fall into the trap we have set and throw himself into the arms of the Great Father under the torment of the plague?"

Kugas leaned in with his large, foul-smelling head.

As the most powerful demon under Nurgle's command, he possessed a towering body and a mountain of rotten flesh and fat, and his organs were swollen and twisted, spraying mossy boils and stinking pus in all directions, and maggots as thick as a man's arm wriggled in rotten flesh and internal organs.

Compared to the Great Impurity, the Azeroth Scourge's abomination is clean and hygienic.

After all, abomination is the undead, and at the same time, the body is also infused with a large amount of embalming fluid, so there are no parasites, maggots, fungi and the like.

The creature of Konah is the equivalent of a creepy horror ecosystem within its body, with all kinds of "cuties" in it that can make people's scalps tingle, and at the same time, it perfectly embodies the essence of the god of life of a loving father.

If it had been changed to a time when he had not yet ascended to the demon, Motarian would definitely be disgusted when he saw Kugas like this, and he would have killed him without saying a word.

But now, his appearance of a big fluttering moth is not much different from the other party, and it also exudes an unbearable stench, so he completely ignored the appearance of Kugas and sneered: "Of course!

No one knows Robert Killeman better than I do.

Although he seems to be calm and rational on the surface, he is a very stubborn guy in his heart.

Not to mention that the Empire has already invested too much strength in this protracted expedition.

You see, they don't just face a threat to us, but other Chaos Gods, Tyranids, Greenskins, and more.

Coupled with the fact that the Great Galactic Rift has split the empire into two parts, the dark side without the light of the Torch is now in dire straits.

To sum up, Robert Kiliman must end this as soon as possible anyway.

To do this, it is necessary to destroy the Void Shield on this planet.

All we have to do is wait patiently for his arrival where the Void Shield is. ”

As he said this, Motarian's tone was full of strong confidence, and his eyes revealed a superiority that could not be described in words.

You don't need to ask to know that he looks down on his original brother at all, and even has a disdainful attitude.

No way, it's not the problem of one or two primitives, it's that all of them have more or less similar problems.

There was once a joke that perfectly illustrated the relationship between the emperor's sons and heirs.

Q: How do you evaluate the protoplasm in one sentence?

Answer: Eighty percent of the primitives consider themselves stronger than the other 80 percent, and the remaining 20 percent think they are stronger than all the primitives.

Yes, you read that right.

Almost every primordial considers themselves to be the best, and no matter how bad they are, they should be in the top few places.

This self-righteous arrogance has led to a very poor relationship between them, and they have a very strong sense of competition.

And the Great Horus Rebellion was a concentrated outbreak after the contradictions had accumulated to a certain extent.

After all, whether it is a loyalist or a rebel, there is a great deal of suspicion, suspicion and strife within them.

"In that case, then I look forward to you giving a precious gift to the Great Father."

With that as he said that, Kugas turned and twisted his fat body towards the cauldron of Nurgle, which was constantly releasing the plague of subspace in the distance.

Although he had succeeded in boiling enough of the Plague of the Gods to kill the original body, that didn't mean the job was done.

Quite the opposite!

The next decisive battle with the Human Empire is the key.

To do this, the power of the subspace must continue to dominate the planet and summon more demons.

Motarian, on the other hand, ordered his Death Guard Legion to deploy a heavy force at the location of the Void Shield, intending to fight Robert Killiman, who had parachuted to the surface of the planet.

But what the demon primordial who thinks he has the chance to win doesn't know is that this is actually a drama of praying mantis catching cicadas and yellow finches.

He considers himself a hunter and Robert Killiman is the prey.

As everyone knows, in the eyes of the Human Emperor and Zuo Si, he and Nurgle behind him have also become prey.

In this way, a big war that had been accumulated for a long time by both sides finally broke out completely.

In areas that the Void Shield can't cover, the frenzied orbital bombardment directly and completely changes the terrain and topography of a large area.

The mushroom clouds that rose from the explosion of a nuclear warhead were one after the other.

No one who has not experienced interstellar warfare will never be able to imagine the horror of devastating the world.

It is absolutely impossible for any ground unit to survive a saturation attack of this magnitude.

As soon as a large area was cleared, the Imperial army immediately poured into the area where the Void Shield was located to fight the long-awaited Nurgle army.

You must know that this is not a frontal battle line of a few hundred kilometers to one or two thousand kilometers, but a battlefield of three continents on a planet much larger than the earth, which is equivalent to 30 times the total land area of the earth.

The super giant Titan mechs with the Void Shield open, the slightly smaller Knight Mecha, and the dense endless tanks, armored vehicles, and mobile turrets are lined up in echelons, pouring fire on the enemy.

There were also hordes of bombers, fighters and transport planes in the sky.

There are even more Astartes, battle nuns, cathars, and astral troops wearing power mechs.

In particular, the sound of a bomber shot is so dense that it can shake people's ears to the point of temporary loss of hearing.

If a ranged weapon is found to be obscured by a deflection field generator, it will take a few seconds for both sides to abandon their ranged attacks at the same time and begin to enter the bloodiest, most brutal, and at the same time the most devastated hand-to-hand combat.

With the roar of machinery and deafening explosions, the situation soon entered a state of seesaw.

Tens of thousands of human soldiers die every minute.

However, before dying, they were injected with the Desperate Virus, and they also took away a large number of Nurgle Demon Army.

The remnants of corpses and minced flesh were piled up even an hour after the battle began, a huge, rolling mountain range.

The blood gathered together, forming one lake after another around it.

Life seemed so fragile and cheap at this moment that even the officers of the Human Empire didn't bother to count how many soldiers had died.

Because even they don't know how long they will live, whether it's minutes or seconds.

But none of this has anything to do with Robert Killiman.

Because he had already led a handful of elites in transport planes over the meat grinder-like battlefield and straight into the location of the Void Shield generator.

As long as it can be destroyed or shut down, the fleet docked in orbit on a planet in outer space can put an end to it in no time.

It has to be said that Motalian's assessment of Robert Kiliman is quite accurate and bloody.

Don't look at this imperial regent who always looks polite, wise, calm, and calm in front of outsiders, but he is an out-and-out berserker in his bones, and every time he encounters a powerful enemy or the original brother, he will be the first to rush forward, and he can't stop him.

Although most of the time the result of rushing up is to be carried back horizontally.

But the recklessness in his bones has been vividly reflected.

But this time, he was obviously well prepared, not only with a team of forbidden troops with him, but also a large number of Silent Nuns, the purpose of which was to suppress the subspace evil spell that his opponent might use.

It turns out that being well prepared at all times is a wise choice.

As soon as they got close to the Void Shield generator, the Death Guard legions hiding here immediately appeared and attacked.

Although their bodies were swollen, twisted, and smelled of pungent odor, the experience of 10,000 years of combat was real.

Coupled with the advantage of the terrain, the ultra warrior subgroup who followed the father of genes suffered huge losses all of a sudden.

A split second of fire coverage knocked more than two hundred Astartes to the ground, with many more severely injured and damaged power mechs.

"Damn! We have been ambushed! It's a trap! ”

Inje Felix shouted loudly as he commanded the others to build a defensive position.

However, the crowd had apparently expected this to happen, so after a brief period of confusion, they quickly began to fight back with the protection of devices such as shields and force field generators.

Robert Killiman was even more in charge, waving his giant sword and killing dozens of death guards like melons and vegetables.

The pottery steel power armor on the latter's body was like paper paste, and it could not resist the terrifying power of the Emperor's Sword at all.

You must know that all the demons killed by this sword are really dead, and it is not as simple as banishing them back to subspace.

Only the most powerful demons can barely resist without being killed by it.

Obviously, these Chaos Astartes are not among them.

Seeing that the Primordial Body, the father of genes, was in full swing, and the Blue Grandchildren of the Basket immediately raised their morale and launched a surprise attack, tearing a hole in the encirclement network set up by the Death Guard Legion.

Just when they thought they had successfully entered the Void Shield generator, they suddenly saw a monster with huge wings slowly walk out of the darkness, greeting in a slightly smug tone: "Long time no see, Killiman, you are still as stupid as before, knowing that this may be a trap and still stepping in." ”

"Motarian!"

The imperial regent subconsciously clenched the weapon in his hand, and his eyes revealed strong hostility and disgust.

Because he knew that the other party led the army of Nurgle to take the initiative to attack the five hundred worlds of Otramar was to attract him.

It's just that the first time Motarian played badly, and before he could wait for his brother, he was banished by the Human Emperor with the help of the living saint Celestein.

Robert Killiman knew everything about this.

"Look at your pathetic look!

I can't imagine that 10,000 years later, you are still working for the puppet emperor who has always used us as tools.

Open your eyes and take a good look at what the empire has become today.

Since the birth of the human race, no regime has been able to match it in terms of evil, brutality, darkness and ruthlessness.

But what about you?

Instead of wanting to overthrow it, he was helping the puppet emperor maintain it.

Is this what you call a hopeful and bright future? ”

Motalian taunted as best he could with the scythe in his hand.

"Shut up, traitor.

If it weren't for the rebellion you started in the first place, how could my father have sat motionless on the Golden Throne for thousands of years, watching his empire fall into darkness under internal and external troubles?

If it weren't for your invasion, how could so many people have died?

You traitors are to blame for all this. ”

Robert Killiman retorted loudly.

Hearing these accusations, Motalian immediately let out a laugh mixed with contempt and disdain: "Hahahaha! It's the funniest joke I've heard in 10,000 years.

Are we to blame?

Who were the people who allowed the retention of slavery and feudal serfdom?

Who is it that prohibits the study of psionic energy in the empire, but is secretly using the power of subspace?

Who is the one who is ready to abandon all the original bodies and Astarte warriors as tools when they run out?

Is it those of us who started the rebellion?

No, it's not, it's the puppet emperor we used to call father.

He repeatedly emphasized that he was not God, but as a result, he became the closest thing to God.

Don't you think that's ironic? ”

This time, Robert Kiriman didn't continue to talk nonsense with the other party, and rushed to the front with a brisk step to start a hand-to-hand fight with Motalian.

Due to the fact that both of them are primitives, their movements are so fast that they are almost impossible to catch with the naked eye.

The explosion from the collision of the weapons created a terrifying shock wave in a large area around it.

An ultramariner who rushed forward to help his genetic father flew out dozens of meters sideways on the spot, and an extremely frightened expression appeared on his face under the helmet.

Because although he knew that there was an insurmountable gap between the original body and Astarte, he never expected that the gap in strength would be so big.

Both sides move and attack faster than ten times the speed of sound when fighting.

Ordinary people would be thrown out by the huge shock wave and air wave even if they got closer.

But it's no wonder.

When Robert Killiman first woke up, he had smashed an enemy 2,500 meters away in less than a second.

In particular, the demonic primordial Motarian, wielded the giant scythe even faster than him.

After only a few rounds, the latter was forced to switch from attacking to defending.

"My dear brother, what's wrong with you?

Could it be that 10,000 years of sleep have made you forget how to swing your sword?

Oh, I almost forgot, this was what you were 10,000 years ago.

Do you think you can defeat me with the sword of the Puppet Emperor?

Don't be naïve!

You were no match for me until I was blessed by Nurgle, not to mention that I am now stronger than I was before. ”

Motalian attacked frantically while laughing at his brother's inadequacy.

Although Robert Killiman is not at the bottom of all the primordial combat, he can only barely rank to the midstream level, and has a very fatal flaw, that is, his resistance to subspace psionic energy is extremely low.

Several duels have been defeated by psionic spells almost without exception.

So after taking the initiative, Motalian immediately began to use psionic spells to take it down.

Halfway through the spell, a Silent Nun rushed in and cut off the subspace.

In a fit of rage, he immediately slashed the Silent Nun in half with his scythe, causing blood and intestines to flow to the ground.

Just as Motarian was about to continue casting psionic spells, a second Sister of Silence jumped in again.

With this spirit of not fearing death, thirty Sisters of Silence in a row gave their precious lives to ensure that Robert Kiliman was not defeated by psionic spells as he had done the previous times.

Seeing this, Motarian simply gave up his spells and began to devote all his energy to melee combat.

The battle between the two primordials destroyed almost everything within a radius of several kilometers around.

……

Meanwhile, in outer space orbit, inside the Glory of Maculag, an uninvited guest had just knocked out several Praetorian Soldiers and Sisters of Silence and opened the closed hatch.

You don't need to ask to know that there will be no second person who can appear in such a place at such a time except Zuo Si.

When he saw the little Lori huddled in the corner, he immediately greeted with a smile: "Hello, respected Lord of Mankind, my name is Soth, and it's a pleasure to meet you." ”

Moment!

The girl raised her head and began to glow with a blinding golden light, her feet floating off the ground, and a majestic voice came out of her mouth.

"I'm glad to meet you, an intruder from another plane.

But you're coming much later than you expected.

If nothing else, the battle between Motalian and Kiliman has already begun, right? ”

"Well, yes, it's already started. Judging by Kiliman's consistent performance, he should soon fall to the ground and be infected by the plague, so we don't have much time left. ”

Zuo Si gave a very simple affirmative answer.

From the tone and attitude, it is not difficult to see that the person who is possessing this little girl at this moment is none other than the emperor who is sitting on the golden throne.

The main reason why he didn't reveal his identity in front of Robert Killiman was because the girl's body was too fragile to withstand too strong psionic powers.

Once overused, it quickly collapses and dies.

And Zuo Si seriously suspected that this was not a simple physical death, but even the soul was wiped out together.

After all, the premise of carrying the will of the human emperor is the need for a pure soul.

This means that there is a high probability that a girl's soul will be a type of consumable and fuel, just like the psionics sent to the Torch.

"In that case, let's hurry up, you must know that this child will not last long."

When he said this, there was a hint of sadness and pity in the emperor's tone.

"As you wish."

Zuo Si took two steps forward and directly picked up the emperor who was possessed by Xiao Lori, and then activated the psionic spell to instantly teleport from the cabin to the sky only two kilometers above the ground.

From here, it can be clearly seen that the battle between the two primordials has entered a white-hot level, and all around it is densely packed with deep pits, as if it has been washed by heavy artillery and missiles.

There is no doubt that this is the ultimate weapon of war created by the emperor himself.

It's also why the battles between the primordials rarely let others get close, and it's basically a one-on-one decision.

It's not that they don't want their genetic offspring to help, it's that when they get closer, they may have turned into broken corpses before they could react.

Glancing at the situation on the battlefield, Zuo Si commented with interest: "It seems that Kiliman is still rejecting his subspace nature. When the last two Silent Nuns are dead, he will probably be knocked down by psionic spells in minutes and become a captive of Motarian. ”

"Why do you think Killiman has been reluctant to accept his subspace nature?" The Human Emperor asked in a low voice.

Just by maintaining this state of being able to communicate, the girl's body began to show obvious burn marks.

"Because you didn't give him the right teaching.

Or that the vast majority of the primordial bodies have not been properly instructed and guided.

Because you've never been a good father, you're more of a ruthless king.

Since you use the original body as a tool and don't give them enough affection and care, then they naturally won't see you as a real father.

In Killman's eyes, his real father is Connor Killman, who raised him and taught him how to behave.

He is only willing to follow you because he feels that the imperial truth you have proposed is the only way to lead humanity to a bright future.

To put it bluntly, it is for a political purpose, not an emotion.

This, coupled with the fact that subspace has developed a close connection with demons, chaos, the Horus rebellion, and the forty millennium of darkness, has led to Killiman subconsciously being extremely disgusted and repulsed by it.

I think even if you use the War Apostle Mathieu to provoke other things, I am afraid it will be difficult to get a satisfactory result. ”

Zuo Si bluntly pointed out a series of mistakes made by the emperor in dealing with the original body.

After all, feelings are all mutual, and positive feedback is needed to maintain them.

But most of the primordials often get indifference and ignorance when they express their feelings to the emperor.

Coupled with the fierce internal confrontation and disagreement, it would be strange if the filial piety of the father and son was not staged.

"So you think it's all my fault?"

The Emperor looked at Killiman, who had been knocked to the ground by psionic spells, with a very sad expression.

Zuo Si shook his head slightly: "No, you only need to take part of the responsibility.

The other part is caused by the chaos gods of the subspace and the arrogant and conceited nature of the rebel primitives.

After all, they were stolen from the Terra Palace and thrown to all corners of the galaxy, and they grew up in completely different environments, which in turn gave rise to different worldviews and values.

And this clash of ideas and ideas is almost irreconcilable.

In addition, you are busy building a subspace network plan, so naturally you don't have much time and energy to maintain the relationship with so many children.

On top of that, you failed to treat the original body fairly, giving Horus too much trust and favor.

This is precisely the deadliest.

Ah, look, Kiliman is going to die.

It's really a miracle, and it can't even withstand the original body. ”

Following the direction of Zuo Si's gaze, Robert Killman's skin and blood vessels began to darken rapidly, and a large area of the infected area showed molting and decaying.

You must know that the original body is not Astarte, and it can be immune to 99% of the toxic substances in the world based on physical fitness alone.

What is lethal enough for ordinary people, they will be fine even if they drink it directly.

But now, under the influence of the plague, Robert Killiman is in endless pain and struggle, and it seems as if he may suddenly die at any time......