[Everything falls apart, and the center is separated.] 】

[—Gilliman's quote from "The Second Coming of Christ"]

On that day, Killiman witnessed the collapse of a civilization that collapsed, revealing its rotten core.

Before he could see what he could see, his brother had already raised his scythe.

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"It's an exciting and joyful time, and I'm glad that day finally came, even if there were some misunderstandings along the way."

The two giants walked in the sun, and the white stone glittered under their feet, neat and clean, like fresh snow.

Two small dots move in the large corridor of the front square.

Ultramarines and Death Guard guards were neatly displayed on both sides of the square, and they simply stood silently in the wind, letting the double-headed eagle banner in their hands make the sound of hunting wind.

But rather than the high-headed, shiny armor Ultramarines, the Death Guards exude more of a spree, staring at it all as if melancholy, ready to send an elegy to this civilization.

Just as they were still dressed like the original bodies of mourners.

Motarian followed Killiman slowly, he carelessly catered to his brother who knew nothing, and the original looked around the square, well, the death guard could control the whole field at the first time.

Hades wasn't there, he went where he was supposed to be.

For nine days, under the pretext of the safety of the peace ceremony, the Death Guard planted squads at various points in the main city, and the tanks were parked in the streets, rightfully complained by the frightened civilians.

None of them were civilians, Motarian scoffed.

But in order to make things go more smoothly and prevent the enemy from taking advantage of the gap between them, the Lord of Death reluctantly traveled to the Glory of Maculag himself and stated to Killman the need for a vigilance squad.

Through a half-mad wizard that Hades had previously identified, Motarian clung to the truth about the wizards here.

The Legion must be on guard, or the mad wizards will rush out and blow themselves up during the peace ceremony.

During his conversation with Killiman, the Lord of Death bursts out with a rare light of eloquence, and he cleverly uses the Death Guard's participation in the peace ceremony as a bargaining chip to set up the scene as he [likes].

However, on the other side of Motarian's misconception, Killiman misunderstands Motarian's actions, believing that his liberation of the Lord of Death has achieved a phased victory, which at least makes his brother less extreme.

While the abrupt deployment of the vigilance force would have made it more difficult for the civilization to become naturalized, Killiman knew that these hurdles were acceptable now that the rulers had completely surrendered, and that the price was the slightly more subtle attitude of the Death Guards.

So the two talked to each other, and discussed the matter into a shape that was satisfactory to both parties.

And now, it was time to reap the victory, and Killyman thought with great ambition that it would be a joy for a civilization to return to peace.

When the original body looked up, the queen was standing in the middle of the square, dressed in a long lake blue dress, and the silver pattern shone on it.

The queen held a code of law symbolizing statehood, and Abstu's ceremonial guards surrounded her.

The ritual process is simple, symbolizing the primordial of the outsider walking past, the queen first giving her speech, the history of Abstu, and their allegiance, and then Killiman taking the code and then giving a speech on behalf of the empire.

Killiman had tactfully asked Motarian if he needed a speech, and he received an affirmative and decisive refusal.

Since Motarian himself did not want to, Killiman no longer embarrassed Motarian, although he was the only one to give a speech, and there was political suspicion here.

Historians and narrators are in place, ready to record this glorious and glorious moment for the Empire.

Motarian was unhappy with Killiman's plan to arrange a historian, and the Lord of Death approached Killiman several times and asked him to remove the "useless and only draggers".

Killiman patiently stated to Motarian the political necessity of propaganda, though he suspected that Motarian had not listened to a word, and after Killian had said he would not budge, the Lord of Death stared at him and slowly spat out a few words,

"Well, the Death Guard won't be responsible for them then."

Killiman couldn't laugh or cry, these are the historians who follow the Ultramarines, and the death guards are naturally not responsible for them.

The flag of the double-headed eagle was still playing in the wind, and soon, they were about to reach the center of the square, and the first part of the ceremony was about to begin.

Killiman saw the rickety queen smile at them, and he silently expressed his respect in his heart to the lady, who maintained her noble self-esteem even in the face of them.

And she wisely chose the right path for her subjects, and sometimes the greatest obstacle to peace was not the local people, but the rulers, who could not stand the humiliation of sudden condescension.

And the queen's first surrender shows the preciousness of this lady's spirit.

Killiman lamented that the flashes of humanity would not be extinguished there.

Beside the Lord of Maculag, Motarian stared at the witch in silence.

The witch smiled at him with a treacherous smile, laughing at the weakness of the Death Guard, knowing that this civilization was a cup of poisoned wine, but because she was afraid of the Ultramarines, she had to pinch her nose and accept them, and then watch this cup of poisoned wine mix into the rivers of the empire.

Even in the face of provocations from the Death Guard guards, the Death Guards did not fire a single shot, responding to the invective in a silent manner.

No, you're wrong. Motarian thought silently.

The Death Guard will not accept the Witch's surrender, he will strip you of your disguise.

He swore that he would make the flames of war burn here.

The horn sounded, and the wind blew, and the queen dragged her lake-blue dress and slowly stepped forward, opening her speech with tears in her eyes.

"My subjects—"

Motarian sneered under his respirator.

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Hades walked silently through the streets of the slums, followed by mechs and soulless men in mortal armor.

A vague gaze streamed through the cracks in the darkness, greedily licking Hades and the others.

Hades silently raised the concentration of the black domain to another level, in exchange for the screaming and cursing of the witch tied to the tail of the team.

But soon the psyker's voice fell silent.

Hades ignored her and continued to move steadily.

Soon, the vision suddenly cleared, and an open space appeared in front of them, and in the cramped and crowded ghetto was hidden an altar that overlooked the royal palace.

But it was clear that this altar was the right one, unshifted, undestroyed, broken glass instead of precious stones, rags instead of satin, dried blood smeared on this altar, blasphemous writing in a blasphemous text that Hades could not read.

Hades looked up and checked the place again, he didn't dare to cover the reconnaissance with the black domain, otherwise it would lose its proper meaning.

Originally, Hades wanted to make these wizards appear on the altar of the palace, but Motarian stopped him,

[That's not a real altar.] 】

The Lord of Death silently wrote and drew on the map, muttering words in his mouth, and eventually, Motarian circled the slums of the Depression symmetrical to the Highland Palace, and swore to Hades that it was here.

Motarian is gifted with psionic energy, Hades knows.

But. Looking at Motarian's confident appearance, Hades silently swallowed the question about [Numerology] back into his mouth.

Let's talk later, but Hades repeatedly advised Motarian not to take the initiative to contact the subspace.

And in the later stepping spots, they did find the altar that had been erased from the map by psionic energy.

Hades put away his Black Domain completely, and he beckoned backwards, motioning for the Soulless to bring the wizard up.

She was caught in the ghetto by Hades and incidentally played a little role in Motarian's efforts to persuade Gilliman.

In the investigation of the Ultramarines, Abs only has management, and the royal family is the psyker.

No, they were wrong.

All the people here are psykers, men, women and children, and everyone has an ominous light in their souls, and this place has long been completely depraved, but for some reason, they are disguised as a human civilization.

But beneath the Black Realm, no one can hide the truth.

The good news is that believing in the same god makes their soul fire even closer, and you only need to ignite one and the rest will perish.

The corruption in the ghetto was even more severe and bold, and Hades stared silently at the half-mad woman, whose face was exactly the same as that of the Queen, but blind in one eye.

The other eye had long since lost the cruelty and sharpness of the detention on the ship, and she cried out in horror, trying to struggle to escape,

"Not here! No – not here! ”

Hades silently opened a black thermos cup-like thing, but there was no warm water in it, and the gray-white powder lay quietly inside.

He turned on his communication channel and gave orders.

In the distance, out of Hades' sight, the vigilant team deployed by the Death Guard began to move, and the Soulless Deftly climbed into the tank, opened the blackstone jar inside, and quickly retreated to a certain range.

The powdered psionics are among them.

The sky above Abstu twisted slightly, but it didn't matter, the drop bays and torpedoes of the Death Guards were ready.

Motarian looked playfully at the queen who was still speaking, her speech full of words froze, she was a psyker, of course she was conscious.

He finally felt that the face full of lies had become a little less annoying to him.

Mortarian tightened his grip on his scythe, and stood between Killian and the Queen, who looked at him uneasily and dissatisfied, as if to ask Mortarian what strange things he was going to do.

Under the hood, under the mask, Motarian smiled at Killiman, and it was almost over, and soon, Killiman knew everything, and he would close his official mouth.

Hades dragged the wizard into the center of the altar and silently began to sprinkle psionic ashes on her body.

These wizards may not have imagined that one day they would be able to become a vessel for their [divine power].

Affected by the sudden explosion of subspace concentration, the mutation had already begun, and filthy blue feathers emerged from under her skin, stained with scarlet blood.

She began to beg loudly for mercy, calling out to her master, tearing the feathers from her body with her already bound hands, but the feathers were still growing wildly uncontrollably, they were everywhere, even squeezing out of her eye sockets.

Hades remained silent, and he continued to scatter ashes, like a villager in the Middle Ages who piled firewood for a wizard.

Finally, as if realizing that her life was near, the witch finally gave up calling her lord in a language that Hades did not understand, and instead attacked Hades in a low Gothic hiss.

"What are we doing wrong?! You have come to invade us!! Tear our flesh and blood! Destroy our faith! And we didn't do anything, just live the way our ancestors!! ”

She cursed Hades loudly,

"Aggressor who claims to be righteous! Litter! Scum! Despot! ”

However, the only thing that responded to her was silence, and she suddenly realized that Hades had never said a word to her since she met her and was arrested by Hades.

She let out a hoarse laugh,

"You despise us! Don't you even want to, don't you dare to talk to me?! Coward! ”

She was answered by the retreating figure of Hades and the hissing of a grenade in his hand.

The dazzling white light burst out in an instant—

In a trance, she heard,

"Find a better universe in the next life."

"Ahh!!h

Killiman jerked his head back, and in the southern sky, a huge blue phantom flashed out of thin air, letting out a sharp curse,

Killiman's pupil constriction,

"W-"

The next moment, as if realizing something, Killiman suddenly raised his hand and tried to block, but Mortarian was one step faster than him-

Motarian jerked Killiman back, a loud thud that exploded, and Killiman turned back again, the scythe coming to a halt less than an inch from the tip of his nose, filled with razor-sharp blue feathers.

On the other side of the scythe, a wriggling humanoid figure seemed to blend into her skin, and sharp feathers loomed underneath.

That's the Queen, that's the Queen?!

Killiman gasped and immediately drew his Akagi dagger while immediately directing the Ultramarines.

As the primordial focused on the warriors beyond, he noticed that the Death Guards were on the move a second before the change occurred, raising their flamethrowers and changing formations, pushing the Ultramarines back from the outside to the inside.

There was chaos on the field, and the Abstus were screaming and growing feathers, and blood was spilled on the ground.

The historians were horrified by the hellish scene, screaming and trying to squeeze into the ranks of the Ultramarines.

A roar sounded in the sky, the Death Guard's Storm Bird had begun to hover at a low altitude, and a warning sounded on the Universal Channel, [Sudden attack, the enemy has betrayed the Empire. 】

All of this happened in less than ten seconds.

Killeman was completely confused, and he did not understand that in countless deductions, there was not a single backup plan for this kind of behavior, and that the actions of the other side did not serve any kind of interest, and it was not part of the plan.

But even so, Killeman made the most correct decision after just one second of observation,

[My children! Prepare for battle! Cooperate with the Death Guard! 】

Compared to the Ultramarines, who still don't know most of the information, the Death Guards are clearly more victorious,

Motarian's voice rang out,

"I'm glad you can say that, my brother."

Motarian raised his gun, and the light of the energy storage lit up, and he gave the queen another shot, directly knocking off the queen's crown.

"I'm glad you're finally what you should be, Lady Circe."

Violent psionic fluctuations enveloped the Queen, making Motarian afraid to approach easily.

"How dare you?! How dare you?! Ridiculous monsters! You really think you can defeat us after awakening Absdu! ”

The queen cried out like blood,

"You're nothing but scum, rough primitives!"

As if in response to the queen's screams, the blue figure in the sky also burst out with a sharp scream, and the huge sound was almost visible to the naked eye.

Motarian raised an eyebrow, but continued to keep his shot.

Killeman swallowed, the current scene is indeed the advantage of the Imperial army, but - that phantom on the horizon?! Why did Motarian seem to ignore it!

Even Killiman saw that it was the monster that decided the battlefield!

"It is you who are ignorant and arrogant, clinging to the power of the subspace, but mistakenly believing it to be your own."

"When you kneel down to the subspace, the victor is already ours."

The Lord of Death spoke softly as he watched as the Queen struggled angrily, her previously thin body already larger than the two primitives.

[Inside the tank, a burst of red light sounded from the blackstone jar, the lid was automatically closed, and a huge amount of blackstone powder began to gush out, accompanied by a girl's roar. 】

Hearing Motarian's provocation, the queen let out a terrible scream, the blue monsters in the sky let out a terrible scream, the abstus wailed, the historians screamed—

"How dare you—"

The pitch-black unspeakable giant rose from the sky, and the tyrannical green lightning swirled in the dark clouds, and death was completed in an instant.

[Hades] stared at the corrupted land, and the blue shadow was only a flash in a dream.

The soul is trembling.

Everyone looked into the distance in disbelief, and some had fallen trembling-

Except for Motarian and his death guards, Motarian smiled and walked forward with his scythe.

Now, everyone is shut up, no screaming, nothing.

The Lord of Death was pleased with this.

And so, the green flame burned quietly.

Haha, I fainted, didn't catch up with yesterday...... It's just yesterday's amount, and it's still there today.

Some people are slow to react, so speed up, and some foreshadowing may be more sloppy

(End of chapter)