Lu Mingfei woke up suddenly.

The Milky Way stretches across the sky, and the night curtain is dotted with thousands of twinkling stars. Lu Mingfei had seen this kind of scenery countless times when the battleship was on a regular voyage, but it had never been so pure and reassuring as it had been seen at this time.

Although it is not known if there are other alien aliens in this universe, at least there is no pollution from the Supreme Heaven, and there are no traces of the blasphemy of the Eye of Fear.

He sat up from the frozen sea and saw a huge white moon slowly rising over the distant sea.

The half-moon wheel rose above the ice surface, the half-moon wheel was still below the sea level, and the craters on the moon could be seen clearly. The ice reflects the shadow of the half-moon, and the half-moon in the sky forms a perfect circle.

The source of the young girl seems to have lifted the "dream tapir", the Kassel manor, the awakened alien, and the raging blizzard...... All the scenes disappeared, and the memories of the events of "Summer Mourning" seemed to be over.

But Lu Mingfei didn't know anything about it, and he lost consciousness after the divine and fiery divine light poured into his body.

"Brother, are you awake?" Someone whispered to him.

Lu Mingze, the boy with the same name as his uncle's child, who was suspected of being a demonic spirit body, appeared in front of Lu Mingfei, bathed in silver-white moonlight.

The smile on his face was gentle and sly, and his eyes flashed with a golden light, "We haven't spoken since we came back from the Night Eclipse, brother, do you miss me?" ”

"No," Lu Mingfei replied indifferently, "where is this?" What the hell are you up to? ”

Whether he admits it or not, Lu Mingze did give him some help, such as letting the innocent woman survive instead of being purified by his own hands in the Maria Hospital incident; Another example is the provision of the primeval power in the face of the war of the White King's aliens. Mirage's fatal flaw information......

"What a sad answer," Lu Mingze sighed with a grumpy face, "Although I would also like to catch up with you for a while, brother, there is a more important person who wants to meet you." ”

When he said this, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, as if he had thought of something funny.

Lu Mingfei was puzzled, looked around the world on the ice again, and found that there was a simple wooden house not far away.

"Who else is here but you?" He instinctively became alert.

From a space wreck of the Dark Angel Legion during the Great Purge of the Empire, he was "lucky" to learn some deeper and more hidden histories about the "Great Horus Rebellion": for example, Horus, the genetic prototype of the 16th Legion, who was once the emperor's favorite proto-heir and was also respected by other Proto-Horus brothers, was seriously injured and sent to a so-called "temple" for healing before he rebelled and fell.

"Brother, your murder paranoia is still so serious," Lu Mingze sighed resentfully, "But I don't blame you, brother, you did go to a terrible place during the middle time...... But there are some things that you still have to witness with your own eyes. ”

With that, he led the way to the hut that stood on the icy sea in the distance.

Lu Mingfei was silent for a while, and then stepped forward to follow Lu Mingze—while silently praying in his heart and reciting the emperor's holy words.

Such a beautiful sight was obviously not a natural sight, and he obviously did not have the ability to leave it now.

So he decided that whatever was in the house would be smashed and destroyed, in order to defend his loyalty to the emperor and never be polluted by the power of evil and blasphemy.

The structure of the wooden house is very simple, made of dark brown logs, and it does not protect it from the cold from the outside.

Lu Mingze pushed open the door of the wooden house, but he didn't go in, but took a step back to the side, and opened his arms to make a ceremonial gesture, indicating that there was a more noble and great existence inside.

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath and walked in, unlike the creation full of blasphemy and evil in his imagination, there was only one living person in the wooden house—and his presence was so dazzling and eye-catching, that Lu Mingfei was completely unaware that the space in the wooden house was dozens of times larger than what it looked from the outside, or other humanoid specimens suspended in mid-air...... His attention was entirely on the boy.

He seemed to be like a star in the galaxy, his warm and holy light dispelling all darkness and cold, and his body full of light radiated a dangerous heat.

Handsome, beautiful, and heroic...... No amount of adjectives would be enough to describe his contemplative face, and anyone would feel a visceral serenity at the first sight of the boy, rather than looking at the other's face or shape.

“…… Father. ”

Lu Mingfei hesitated for a long time, and then half-knelt on the ground, performing the highest standard of etiquette when Astarte faced the original body.

"Hello, Katos. Or rather, Lu Mingfei. ”

The boy spoke, speaking pure Chinese. He didn't look at Lu Mingfei, his eyes stared at the humanoid specimen suspended in front of him, its chest cavity was dissected, and the organs and tissues inside were visible.

Lu Mingfei suppressed the ecstasy and excitement in his heart, and it was the glory of him, and indeed the entire Weeping Band, to be called so by the father of the Great Holy Blood Angels, the Ninth Genetic Primordial Saint Lies.

He quickly noticed the specimen in front of the boy, the face and the pair of iron-blue hideous membranous wings behind him were very familiar—it was the dragon king alien who called himself the "King of the Sea and Water", Li Wuyue.

"Did I defeat him?" Lu Mingfei whispered to himself.

"Nope. The battle ended in defeat. The boy seemed to hear his whispering, and said in a loud voice.

Lu Mingfei's expression suddenly became frightened and ashamed, and his head lowered even lower:

"Please forgive me for the failure to bring the Blood Angels to shame, Father. I will wash away this shame with real alien blood! ”

"It's not your fault, it's mine. The input ratio of the power of faith exceeded the threshold that the half-blood's body could withstand, and it disintegrated during the battle. The boy said calmly, and he turned his head, as if the stars were burning, and the light of his childlike eyes seemed to pierce into the depths of Lu Mingfei's soul:

"Also, I'm not your father."

Lu Mingfei raised his head, looking a little dazed.

"Although Saint Leves is one of my most cherished sons...... But now in front of you is just a fragment of humanity. ”

"A living corpse trapped on a twisted throne for 10,000 years, watching dreams and futures descend into darkness and despair, the last bit of humanity before being replaced by divinity."

The boy said absentmindedly.

But his words cracked in Lu Mingfei's heart like a thunderbolt from the blue.

His body began to tremble violently - it wasn't fear...... It was an unprecedented excitement and glory that almost swept him away.

Lu Mingfei is not a fool...... The boy has identified himself:

Emperor. The Father of the Empire, the Lord of Mankind.

Because of the distance and the intensity of the war, not only the Weepers, but also many Astartes have never made a pilgrimage to the center of the Empire, Terra, the throne world, let alone enter the palace to meet the Lord of Humanity who sits on the golden throne.

The legend of the emperor is recorded only in books, and the emperor's face is only painted on the portrait and the glass of the church, and the loyalty to the emperor is deeply engraved in the heart of every Astarte when he undergoes surgery.

And now, Lu Mingfei is likely to be the first Astarte to see the true will of the emperor nearly 10,000 years after the era of the Great Rebellion.

What a glory!

But soon Lu Mingfei lowered his head in shame again, falling into deep self-blame and remorse.

He failed to recognize the Great Emperor, and even mistook her for the genetic prototype Saint Celes.

It was a blasphemous and disrespectful act, serious enough to make the Weepers embark on another expedition of atonement.

"Don't be bothered by unnecessary thoughts, Katos," said the boy, his rough palm, unbefitting his age, resting lightly on Lu Mingfei's shoulder, "now is not the time for etiquette. ”

"Everything is at your will, Your Majesty." Lu Mingfei took a deep breath and tried to calm his thoughts.

"I'd like to ask you a question now, Lu Mingfei."

"Do you want to be a genoplasm?"