【Meditation Room】

The corpses were staring at them in horror, emitting a stench of burning, they were nailed to the ground by countless spikes, and they remained in a miserable kneeling position, two long, straight black spears piercing through the flesh, but only slightly muddy tar dripping from the ground.

Angeltay slowed his breath without a trace, and pulled Cyrene in front of him down the clean road, and the woman looked back at him quizzically.

Angeltay coughed,

"My father?"

He looked at the back of the man sitting at his desk in the depths of the room, flames and corpses surrounded him, the original body with its back to them, naked, the scorching iron leaving marks on his back, and the golden inscription that had been engraved on the back of Luojia was covered in bloody wounds.

None of this seemed quite right, and Angeltay took Cyrene's hand forward, cautiously waiting for the original body's reaction—

If Luojia was furious, then he would at least need to help Cyrene intercept the Primordial's wrath, after all, he had acquiesced in the lady's rudeness.

Unexpectedly, Luojia's voice was unusually calm.

If you have come to persuade me to cheer up, then you may leave. 】

"My father, I found a mortal who survived the burning of the City of Perfection all the time—you may be able to meet her."

Luojia's writing hand stopped, and the original body straightened up, and there seemed to be a bit of amusement in his tone,

[I'm still wondering why you brought a mortal lady here, Angeltay.] 】

Luojia ...... It sounded strange, but not incomprehensible, so Angeltay took a deep breath and continued to speak,

"Father, the Bearer is looking forward to you returning to lead the Legion, we have waited for you for too long, the Ultramarines are still urging us, we need your leadership."

He clearly saw Luojia's spine straighten in an instant, the wound was torn open, and blood was flowing again.

Then Luojia's soft voice rang out, and the words he uttered made Angeltai feel suffocated.

[I'm sorry, my heroic son, I can't do it.] 】

Angeltay suddenly realized that they might have arrived too late—they hadn't been able to get there before anything shattered, and all they could see now was a shard of broken glass.

Luojia continued, holding the quill in his hand uselessly, the white feather soaked in blood.

"I am a professer of truth, but I have spread false faith; I call myself a demigod, but I reuse a traitor...... I betrayed His trust, and I was the only one of them who was right, but the only one who hurt Him. 】

Luojia's hand holding the pen loosened and tightened,

[He confessed that I should have been ecstatic, and the gods themselves took off their veils to guide the lost shepherds, but I was so completely wrong, I was raised by a sinner, and I befriended a traitor who was full of lies—I failed Him.] 】

Luojia's back went down again,

"I may not be suitable. 】

"Your Excellency,"

Cyrene's trembling voice sounded in the meditation room, as crisp as the first birdsong in the forest in the early morning,

"He allows us to live because He knows that our faith can grow again, not wither."

Luojia was silent for a moment,

What did he tell you? What do you see again, ma'am—]

[No, excuse my faux pas, what's your name, ma'am?] 】

Angeltay felt in his hands, Cyrene's hand shook uneasily, it took courage to talk to the primordial,

"You may call me Cyrene, my lord, I was originally a native of the City of Perfection, and in the days when the Blue Giant landed, He showed me the way, and I followed His instructions and witnessed the burning of the City of Perfection."

[Ms. Cyrene,]

Luojia said calmly, although his voice was hoarse to the extreme,

How will you prove that what you are going through is His will, not your overwhelmed assumptions—there will always be nonsense mortals who will emerge after the war. 】

[I have been bitten by a hissing viper, and I don't want to be gullible anymore. 】

The original mercilessly pointed out the mistake of where they were standing, and Angeltay felt his cheeks burn.

The original object's doubts were correct, but at the first sight of Cyrene, he also trusted the lady extremely much, and he didn't ...... Angeltay suddenly remembered Erebus, who had been the chief priest who had given him that feeling.

Angeltay slowly realized that his impulse seemed to have made a mistake.

Cyrene seemed to be scared, too, but she still spoke unwaveringly,

"Your Excellency...... If you question me, then I will say that I have witnessed things that I have never seen in the first half of my life, and that is by no means a truth that my personal small fantasies can reach, nor is it an image of the god-emperor that I have pieced together from past religions. ”

Cyrene swallowed, as if remembering the incident itself was painful to her,

"I see ......"

"I saw a darkness that was not described in any ancient book, a depression that would not be found in the deepest nightmares...... The darkness is like ...... Like the sea? ”

"He appeared before me, not the God-Emperor, no, not Him, but another being...... He...... He wept, He wept in the darkness, and His teardrops were green. ”

Angeltay felt his breathing stagnate, perhaps Luojia's breathing had also stopped, and in the report given to them by the Emperor of God, in the report given to them by the Ultramarines, the City of Seven Days of Perfection did not mention him.

And even more in the distant past, in the history of empires, he did not appear.

But only the Prophets who were punished at that time were truly and completely aware of His presence.

They may be the first to know, or others may know that His existence is dead.

The Speakers have been avoiding mentioning that being, it is not pleasant to mention Him, the criminals are not happy to tell what the executioner is wearing today, they focus on the Emperor, who may be the executioner under the Emperor, or ...... Something else exists.

The original body, which had been facing away from them, turned around, and under the reflection of the raging flames, the two blood marks under Luojia's eyes were particularly obvious, as if reflecting the golden light.

You see...... Silencer? 】

The original body asked hesitantly, and the question made Cyrene stunned,

"Silencer?"

She spoke in confusion,

"I thought...... I thought He told me He was Hades. ”

Hades?

The word sent ripples through the hearts of the two speakers present, who seemed to return to that moonlit night.

The sea of darkness that was depressed, powerless, and unable to control themselves lapped them, and their souls floated alone in the dark depths of the sea.

Luojia stared at Cyrene, his eyes glittering with fire,

[What else do you know...... Message about Him? What is He? 】

Cyrene blinked her in confusion, then shook her head,

"I ...... I don't remember exactly, but I remember the sin in the truth He discovered, what He seemed to say to me...... But I ...... But I forgot. ”

The original body was silent, and then spoke again,

He is preventing people from remembering Him. 】

The original body glanced wearily at the two corpses.

If this is their will, then forget it. 】

Then there was silence, and the Primordial seemed unwilling to relive that silent and crazy night.

Cyrene mustered up courage, and she realized that her words had earned her enough trust.

"My lord, His true will is for you and your legions to return to being messengers of faith, and culture and faith need to be reshaped."

Luojia lowered his eyes, and he let go of the pen he was holding.

Is this what He wants you to say to me? 】

The original asked abruptly.

No, yes!

(End of chapter)