Humanity does not know that their world has just come to the brink of destruction, or that the great beings who once ruled the world have nearly tore through the curtain and returned to earth.

But Tokyo, Japan, has truly experienced the end of the world, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, tsunamis, torrential rains......

On the satellite clouds, you can see dense rain clouds gathering over the Tokyo metropolitan area, and from the ground, you can see a dark swirl of rain clouds around Tokyo, mixed with lightning with an alarming frequency, as if the apostles of the destruction of the world are about to appear.

Tokyo's major airports have been in a state of chaos, countless people want to escape this apocalyptic city, and even the top officials of the Tokyo Metropolitan Government are ready to bring His Majesty the Emperor to the ground......

But suddenly, the torrential downpour stopped, the tide began to recede, the cumulonimbus clouds that had piled up in the sky dispersed, and the cold but bright winter sun shone on half of Tokyo, which was soaked in water.

The people who were panicked and crowded at the airport a second ago stopped, staring at the blue sky and white clouds outside the floor-to-ceiling windows that still had traces of water flow.

It's as if the world was playing a joke on them.

Even in the Nibelungen, the White King's awakening has brought disaster to real-world Tokyo, with a single breath that can stir up a wave of magma underground, and a flap of her wings that can sink the four Japanese islands to the bottom of the sea.

And with the fall of the White King, the vision of heaven and earth caused by her also disappeared.

Of course, the citizens of Tokyo will not know all this, except for the heads of the Eight Clans of the Snake Qi Family, and the half-bloods of the world will not know that the White Emperor, who once dominated the world with the Black Emperor, has been awakened and has since fallen from her throne of authority.

There is only one person who knows about the battlefield and knows the outcome.

The White King's proud army of the old days may be able to bring the world to a level, but the human armies that intercept her can crisscross the stars.

Twenty minutes after her own fall, most of her old army was quickly destroyed by the Titans of God, and the unknown war in the Night's Eclipse was brought to an end as the last half-blood minion was killed by a bombardment with its head shattered.

Words and spirits. With the demise of the Mirage itself and the army of illusions, the effects of the realm are still remnants, but it is only a matter of time before they disappear.

According to normal war etiquette, Lu Mingfei should be grateful to the God Machine of the Om Messiah, but due to the problem of mental power consumption, he still canceled the maintenance of the existence of the two general-level Titans and the Titan Escort-

If it were placed in that universe, this kind of rudeness would surely be punished by all the followers of the Cult of the Mechanicus.

The Astartes of the weepers, salamanders, and emperor's sickles shouted praises for the victories bestowed upon them by the emperor and the genoplasms, and the fighting alongside the other fighting brothers raised their spirits.

Especially the weepers, the angelic figures in the sky with outstretched wings make them chant the name of "Holy Leno".

Lu Mingfei didn't pay attention to it when he was fighting, and it wasn't until the battle was over now that he realized that these brothers looked so real, flesh and blood with their own feelings.

Lu Mingfei even had the illusion that the people standing in front of him were actually the brothers who were fighting in the dark and cold universe.

He wanted to speak to them, but was surrounded by a group of ecstatic white-haired nuns, bright red or black with irises on their power nails.

They are so beautiful, and the eyes on their pretty faces are hot, and Lu Mingfei, who can think freely now, can't help but suspect that the people who selected them may have a little impure motives.

However, with the fanaticism of the nuns, even if they opened their mouths to praise their beauty, they would not feel honored, and it was estimated that they would be disfigured as soon as possible to prove that their devotion to the emperor was the most important thing.

"Thank you for your dedication to this battle, and the Emperor's divine light will forever bless her loyal warriors."

Out of etiquette, Lu Mingfei still expressed his gratitude to the battle nuns.

"It is my duty to fight for the Emperor, Sage."

The high-ranking nun led by her wore bright red power armor,

Amber eyes stared at Lu Mingfei, and under her leadership, all the battle nuns saluted him.

「……」

Lu Mingfei didn't know what attitude to face them, he was an Astarte warrior, and his knowledge of the Emperor Sage only existed in the story.

In order to avoid these troubles, after confessing his sins to these emperors' daughters in his heart, Lu Mingfei released the spiritual power that maintained their illusionary existence.

The figures of the Battle Nuns were enveloped in a hazy golden halo before slowly vanishing.

He breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the Astartes not far away, and walked briskly.

"The Emperor's Sage is here."

Astarte's reactions were mixed.

Because of the holiness of Leno, the weepers were the first to salute the Emperor Sage, followed by the Emperor's Scythe, and only the attitude of the Salamander Warband, which was the founding group, was not too enthusiastic, and under the leadership of the war leader, those Astartes wearing dark green power armor saluted Lu Mingfei out of respect for the emperor's will.

「……」

Even though Lu Mingfei had a thousand words in his heart that he wanted to share with his blood brothers, he couldn't say it at this time.

His current identity is Lu Mingfei, and his current state is very much like a sage blessed by the emperor.

Although the soul and mind are the same, the identity is completely different, and it is difficult to integrate into them as before.

"The Emperor's brilliance will forever bless her loyal warriors."

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath, put away the loss and peace in his heart, and said to the illusion of his brothers.

The spiritual power of the Emperor's Scythe and Salamander Warbands was released, and their figures slowly disappeared under the warm and hazy golden halo.

Finally, there are the weepers.

Even the weepers in their heyday were not as numerous as the warriors who gathered here, and many of the sacrificed, the vanished, and the Astartes who died in the Badab War were embodied by Lu Mingfei, even the one who would later become a champion warrior.

A divine aura enveloped the warband, which had been cursed by doom since its formation.

But the warriors of the Weepers will not give up their original intentions because of the cruelty of fate, even if they are ostracized by the Empire, not understood or even doubted by other warbands, and encounter all kinds of terrible heresies and aliens one after another......

They did not embrace the thirst for blood, let alone fall into chaos, but have been guarding humanity in their own way.

In a popular phrase, it is that weepers will not be unhappy or even unfortunate because they are not having a good time, so they will not help others or die without help.

"May your souls have eternal life with Holy Reles in the light of the Golden Throne, brothers."

Lu Mingfei whispered, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and performed the final Aquila salute to the real visions of the weepers, completely releasing the spiritual power that maintained their existence.

Then, he felt the gaze of his gaze, and looked up, only to see the holy Leno flapping his wings and slowly flying down, and the white feathers turned into points of light behind him fluttered.

Lu Mingfei's heartbeat began to accelerate suddenly, and he hurriedly reorganized his demeanor, for the heir of the Holy Blood Angel, Holy Leno was second only to the legendary existence of Holy Leth, the father of the original body.

"It's my pleasure to meet you, Holy Leno."

"The avatar that alarmed you is involved in the battle here, and I beg your forgiveness if you are guilty of any offense."

Lu Mingfei knelt on one knee and performed the ancient supreme ritual of the Holy Blood Angel.

Holy Leno fell in front of him, and his emotionless gaze stared at Lu Mingfei from behind the perfect golden mask of Holy Leth, silent.

The dazzling silver arc on the sword he had slain the White King had vanished, and in his other hand he held a golden chalice with a bright blooddrop mark.

Lu Mingfei recognized this Holy Grail, it was called the Blood Red Holy Grail in the Holy Blood Angel Warband, and it preserved the Holy Blood of Holy Levets, which only the most loyal and reliable Holy Blood Priests could have.

The Ninth Legion, before the return of the Holy Lordes, was a terrifying presence on the battlefield, dark and cruel, known as "

Battlefield Ghoul".

It was not until the return of the original body that he knelt before the ostracized and fleeing Ninth Legion, declaring his full allegiance to the Legion, and spilling blood in the ensuing battle, earning their respect and loyalty.

Having learned about the bloodthirsty and hungry nature of his legion's soldiers, Saint Leves did not despair of the possibility of the Legion degenerating into murderous monsters in the future, but taught them to replace the thirst for slaughter and bloodshed with glory and pride, and the battlefield ghoul baptism sublimated into the noble Angel of Blood.

Even for the warriors who were deeply involved in the slaughter, Saint Lieth did not give up because of this, but used his own blood to let them rest and be pacified.

After a long silence, Lu Mingfei tried to slowly release the spiritual power that maintained the sainthood of Leno.

However, the other party did not disappear, and still stayed in place and stared at Lu Mingfei.

This unimaginable change made Lu Mingfei's eyes widen and his heart beat wildly.

This holy Leno in front of him - it doesn't seem to be a phantom!?

At this moment, the holy Leno, who had been silent, finally made a move.

He lifted the chalice in his hand, and a shimmering golden substance slowly rose from the cup like a tiny flickering sun.

「…… Is it the blood of Holy Levets, but it doesn't look like it?"

Lu Mingfei raised his eyes, staring at the golden substance that looked a bit like a gemstone fragment, and felt only warmth and peace from it.

The golden shards slowly drifted towards him, merging into his body.

"This ......"

Lu Mingfei was stunned.

Again, this was a change he could not have imagined—he could not have thought that Holy Leno would bring any evil and harmful substances.

"Holy Lord Leno...... You gave me ...... Is it the blood of Lord Holys?"

He asked tentatively, his heart filled with anticipation.

For the children of angels, being able to receive the blood of the original body is one of the highest honors.

However, Holy Leno remained silent, and he lowered the blood-red chalice, a hazy golden halo enveloping him.

Finally disappeared in place.