The sun had risen, and in the bright golden light, the hunting wind had risen, mixed with gray ashes.

No one got up, no one spoke.

Overhead, the sun is silently shining on all things in the world, and it is shining its light on the earth, equal and just.

Angeltay breathed, he felt his limbs, he felt the scorched air in the wind, the time was stretched for a long time, and finally, he slowly stood up.

He was the first to stand up, the power nail creaking.

Angeltay looked around blankly, he saw the desolate and wild earth, he saw the perfect city where the embers had been extinguished, he saw the vast and clear sky, he saw the ashes, he saw the wreckage...... He saw that they were here, and there was nothing else.

He turned his head, and he saw their father, motionless, and he saw the two straight spears, and the hounds on them bared their teeth and glared angrily, warning the mortals who stepped forward without permission.

Angeltay began to walk, and he walked towards their father, whom he hadn't seen in a long time. Angeltay shuffled his steps slowly, the sand rustling beneath his feet, like the slight grinding of a quilt as people slept.

It all came so suddenly, they woke up like they were from a dream.

As Angeltai walked, the company commander of the thirty-fourth company, Thor, also stood up, then the second, then the third...... They stood up, feeling themselves blankly.

More and more people got up, their gray armor glistening in the sun's rays, like a sparkling gray ocean.

Eventually, Angeltay made his way to the front of the line, and behind the last three kneeling, he saw a large patch of blood and flesh spread beneath his disgusted Colfaron, his arms hanging limply at the sides of his spear.

He saw Erebus—unbelievable, the most respected chief priest in a legion would be...... It would be a cultist, and the foul language that came out of his mouth was as disgusting as the fragments of his organs that had been sun-dried.

Erebas's head was raised high, and the corpse's bulging and shriveled eyes were looking straight into the sun, like the eyes of a dead fish, but far more hollow than a dead fish, it was just an empty shell, and something like a soul disappeared from the inside of the corpse.

Angeltay swallowed subconsciously, and he suddenly realized that he was standing in ...... The position where the being once stayed, facing the kneeling person—standing behind the kneeling person, is a kind of ...... A feeling that is hard to describe.

What was He thinking when He walked past thousands of kneeling people?

…… The ...... in charge of everything

But this thought was expelled by Angeltai in an instant, he should not be disrespectful to the original body, he took two quick steps and walked to Luojia's side.

Angeltay opened his mouth, he looked at Aurelian, his father, Luojia was in a trance, traces of dried blood and tears slipped down the sides of his cheeks, he was like a living sculpture, thoughtless.

“…… My father? ”

The sculpture moved slightly, and Angeltay saw what the original body meant, and he reached forward and got up with the original body.

Luojia stood up, the original body didn't say anything, he didn't reveal anything, he just turned his head, and Luojia first looked at Colfaron on the right behind him—the corpse was hanging its head and was nailed to the spot as if it were sin.

Colfaron, his former adoptive father, had been calling Luojia's name for the last hours before his death.

Luojia's lips quivered, his eyes had long since dried up without a trace of liquid, and in the end he didn't say anything.

Then he looked at Erebus...... The moment his eyes made contact with Erebus, Luojia's gaze seemed to be stabbed by a charcoal-grilled torture instrument, and he looked at the corpse in disbelief as it had been twisted into an inhuman appearance due to struggle, and the roar in the darkness echoed in his ears.

It reminded him of the darkness, and the original body briefly flinched, the contact between his thoughts and his body was so jerky, and the contraction of his mind did not make his body react much.

Above the desolate ruins, two corpses were pierced and nailed to the spot, becoming permanent symbols.

No......

Luojia struggled to open her mouth, her chapped lips torn open, and a trace of blood flowed out.

No...... He needs ...... Need......

Take them away. 】

Luojia said.

This made the primordial's gaze finally move to the Whisperer beside him, Angeltay...... His name popped up in the original jerky mind.

His heir obediently carried out his orders, with an imperceptible caution—was he afraid, was he afraid of Luojia?

Luojia's eyes never closed once, and he opened them wide, bloodshot almost obscuring the golden eyes, which reflected the scene of Angeltay pulling out his black spear.

After a few itchy snorts in the cerebral cortex, the long rod attached to the flesh was pulled out, and Erebus's body fell to the ground slowly, slowly, with flesh flowing out of it with an astonishing stench.

Angeltay gripped the spear a little bewildered, and his heir looked back, as if asking Luojia what to do next.

A smile twitched at the corner of Luojia's mouth, and the bloodstains under his eyes became more and more conspicuous.

"We ...... We need to repent. ”

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"Hmm,"

Hades was pinching a piece of Maculag specialty pastry with two fingers, and he obviously had a few pieces in his mouth, and he tried to swallow it in his mouth, and then spoke,

"They've pulled out those two black spears, why don't we go down and take a look, or at least give a few more words to the bearer?"

Given that the City of Perfection was still burning, the Whisperers were grief-stricken, the Ultramarines were on the verge of confusion, and the insider, he and the Emperor, were sitting in this small room resting, eating Macurag produce, Hades always felt unreal......

But whatever, the emperor is sitting here resting, what else can he Hades do?

He looked at the emperor, who was sitting upright, holding a cup of teacup with a beautiful pattern and gilded edge, and he was sipping tea, but Hades always felt that he had tasted it for a long time, and the water level had not dropped much.

The emperor glanced at Hades indifferently and took another sip of tea,

"Luojia doesn't need to be dialed again, as the original body, my heir, he will repent."

Hades had a "why am I so unconvinced" expression.

"I'd suggest you say a little more — or at least make sure he's mentally stable before leaving him."

"I've chosen my voice bearer, that lady won't disappoint us, Hades, you're too suspicious."

The expression on Hades' face can be called sad and angry now, how suspicious is he? Individuals are more cautious, right? It's better to say that the emperor is too confident, right? Hades lowered his hand holding the snack and retorted,

"Neos, you may be too self-conscious—"

"You should get used to the way he speaks, Hades, he didn't mean it that way."

The door to the small room was pushed open, and a tired Machado strode in, and Hades silently put away his black domain, and moved to the side of the large sofa where he was sitting.

Machado glanced at him, and Hades suspected that Macado was trying to hurt him, but the old man didn't say anything in the end, he just jumped up and sat down at the other end of the long couch.

As it turned out, the furniture that Killiman used to entertain his guests was quite comfortable.

The emperor spoke,

"How's Killiman, Machado?"

Makado's deep eyes looked at the emperor,

"I insist you need to talk to him, he's confused, my lord, he's trying to pull himself out of the mire of confusion - I think someone pulling him at this point will make it easier."

The emperor was silent, Hades stuffed a cup of tea for Makado by the way, and then continued to eat snacks and watch the play, the night's vigilance was tiring, Hades had been listening to the strange noise of the subspace, ready to riot at any time.

"I think you'll be enough to comfort him, Macado."

The emperor said slowly, but Makado shook his head with his tea,

"My identity restricts me from going further, and there are some things that can only be said by you, my lord."

The emperor's gaze fell on Hades,

"What about him?"

Makado slammed the arm of the couch with a muffled thud that startled Hades beside him.

"You can't do that, my lord, although Hades is eloquent and flamboyant, we should be cautious about his identity now - not only whether Killiman can listen to Hades's admonitions, but now Hades, even if he stands in front of Killiman, needs to let him spend time and brain power to think and digest this matter!"

Makado's voice softened again,

"Killiman is inherently wonderful, but he sometimes thinks too much...... He is a qualified politician, but reality often does not accommodate people who are too rational...... The world is not rational, my lord, you need to think about it again. ”

The emperor paused, he still looked at Hades,

"I think Hades is a good fit...... Let's play a little game, Hades, and give me my little finger bone. ”

Hades wiped his hands speechlessly, he took the necklace from his neck and handed it to the emperor,

"I propose, next time, if Macado scolds me again, at least avoid me."

"I hope you don't say anything amazing, Hades."

Macado said with a sneer, and Hades immediately opened his mouth to retort,

"What did I say? I rarely say anything, and it's all the truth—"

"Not as good as Macurag?"

Hades froze suddenly, and then what I was telling the truth, you just said right, old man, you are too deceitful and something like that came out of his mouth.

While Hades was still not accustomed to the emperor's grammar, Machado and the emperor were accustomed to him...... Probably because he had said too much, the emperor silently removed the little finger bone from the wire and placed it on the coffee table in front of the three of them.

"Whoever is pointed at him enlightens Killiman."

Machado let out a huge sigh, and the old man slapped his leg helplessly,

"You've always been like this, my lord, you can't—"

The emperor blinked, a rare smile in his eyes, and he looked at Hades,

"What do you think of the idea, Hades?"

Hades opened his mouth, huh? Is it so casual?

He glanced at Machado, who was visibly speechless, and Hadiston paused......

"Yes—but let me do it."

"Okay."

The emperor happily let it go,

"Two-on-one, Makado, you lose."

He looked at Machado, and Machado's eyes seemed to be about to strangle Hades to death, he had always thought that Hades was the representative of reason, why was he so nonsense at this moment? Shouldn't he have joined Machado in admonishing the emperor? Didn't he know that this kind of game would be an imperial victory—that guy had psionic powers.

The psionic guy is now holding the tea with great ambition,

But Hades, as if he couldn't feel Machado's resentful gaze, was now intently looking at the little finger bone, and his hand was on it,

"Three, two, one - begin."

The phalanges spun on the coffee table, and the smile on the corner of the emperor's mouth fell imperceptibly, but he still looked like he was winning.

And Machado didn't say a word, looking at the emperor with a serious expression, and small crackling psionic lightning began to appear around him, and frost quickly climbed to the surface of the water in the teacup.

Hades looked unaware of this, still looking nervously at the spinning little finger bone, which began to slow down.

"Machado,"

Hades suddenly spoke,

"Don't insult me in front of me next time, or I won't help you."

Machado was stunned for a moment, he instantly understood what Hades meant, and the old man gritted his teeth in agreement—and the next moment, the familiar and disgusting feeling enveloped here.

The smile on the corner of the emperor's mouth disappeared completely, and the faint golden light lit up instantly, time was running out, and he was ready to-

The spiritual energy around Makado instantly exploded, directly pressing the spiritual energy of the emperor as he leaned forward.

He looked at Machado, who was now showing a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth,

The Emperor directly erased Machado's psionic energy, and he quickly leaned forward—

"Neos, it's you."

The phalanx had stopped, and was pointing straight at the emperor, and Hades smiled and pointed at the phalanx as if he didn't know anything.

The corners of the emperor's mouth twitched, and finally he didn't say anything, he jerked down his teacup on the coffee table, and then got up to leave.

Hades and Machado twisted their heads to see him off.

After the emperor left, Machado let out a long sigh weakly,

"How did you do that, Hades? Your Black Domain is just cutting off psionic energy, and you can't do what psionic energy can do, right? Don't tell me you're betting pure luck. ”

Hades slowly wrapped his necklace around and took it with him.

"I'm a first-class master foundry, Machado."

Hades picked up a piece of snack from the snack box,

"Give me the shape of the object, the mass, the coefficient of friction of the plane, the speed of the wind - I can figure out how I should play, it's science, Machado."

"It's science, you two psionic masters."

Machado felt his liver start pumping with anger again, but Hades ...... Machado, as always, couldn't argue with Hades.

In the end, he could only watch as Hades quickly consumed Maculag's snacks, but he couldn't say a word of rebuttal.

4k words, no more today!!

(End of chapter)