The Lord of Death stood silently above the wasteland, and behind his pale, weary figure stood his taciturn sons.

The wind blew, and the tattered gray cloak rolled up.

[This is intentional.] 】

Motarian's hoarse voice shattered with the wind, but both Garo and Vaux behind him could hear it clearly.

The voice paused in the throat,

[That liar is leaving.] 】

In the shadow of the hood, in the deep sockets of his eyes, Motarian looked beyond the distance, and the Pale King could already imagine the ridiculous and comical picture.

Is that...... At the very center of the war, in the land of the stars and the moon, the Lord of Men and his most "favored" son are staging a boring drama, even if one of them does not notice anything unusual.

Will the other brothers, the other brothers who are jealous or defeated, be like the Lord of Death? They stood on the edge of the battlefield, the shards of green skin beneath their feet smelling unpleasant, while their hearts were tightly wrapped around the place where they were destined to be lost.

A sneer erupted from under the gas mask, Motarian had never believed in his biological father's tricks, a man who could descend on the highest peaks of Barbaros without burden—he wouldn't be defeated by the Greenskins, at least...... It won't be so embarrassing either.

When the Emperor looked expectantly at Horus several times in joint meetings, Motarian already knew where the end was going.

The only thing that baffled him was that Mortarian knew that Horus would not be such a shallow man, but when it came to the emperor...... The wolf shepherd god is terrifyingly stupid.

He was too anxious to gain the emperor's approval, and they both knew that the liar's words were just a joke.

But that was Horus's business, and Motarian didn't care about it.

The Emperor himself staged a grand drama to bring his first son to the throne of the Empire—Mortarian could only assume that this would be some kind of signal, some kind of signal that the symbol of the Emperor was about to dissolve.

After all, no kingdom has two kings, and the accession of an heir to the throne is destined to mean the death of the old emperor.

Motarian shook the scythe, he didn't care about the commander, he didn't care about the emperor at all, but the question was...... Where did Hades go?

Motarian had angrily asked Machado where he had sent his commander, but Motarian had gained nothing but nonsense.

So Motarian chose a good day and broke into the Emperor's Dream on the day when several legions were preparing for battle, and the golden Praetorian army lay down in the corridor that day, and Motarian also managed to get a reply from the Emperor himself - goodbye.

The message is that Hades is at least complete enough to be discerned by Motarian.

The Lord of Death took a few deep breaths...... Well, he accepts this reply.

It was not because the psionic brilliance that the Emperor himself had burst at that time was too coercive, and the date Motarian had chosen was the date that the Emperor had slowly comforted Horus, and Motarian had clearly done it on purpose.

War, war is like this, Motarian doesn't accept stupid death, but he accepts death in battle, which will be the final destination of every life-

Though he was trying to stay alive, crawling out of the rubble, dying, surviving enemy orbital bombardment, struggling to stagger out of the wizarding circle......

Motarian just knew that this wasn't the end for him, so he was going to live.

He also wants to...... At least Hades still hasn't met his end, but if Hades does, all the Lord of Death can do is congratulate him.

Contains a faint sadness of congratulations.

Motarian let out a dying-sounding cough, and he pushed the thought out of his mind, at least the emperor had given him a promise that wasn't a promise.

He looked faintly into the distance, the smoke was still there, but Motarian knew that the comedy was over.

Golden light and cheers erupted from afar, and the Lord of Death turned unconcernedly, and he lowered his hand, motioning for his battle-hardened, seemingly weary Death Guards to retreat.

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It was a grand military parade.

Takes place after the drama of the appointment of the commander.

On the viewing platform, Motarian shook the glass in front of him indifferently, watching boredly as the endless array of warriors twisted into a ridiculous image at one end of the glass.

Among them were his proud death guards, but Mortarian would have preferred to see his heirs in the training grounds, no matter how bad it was, in the cafeteria than in such a place.

The parade was like showing off one's own guns, and Motarian didn't understand the stupidity.

Even though his pistol was lying heavily at his side, it gave the Lord of Death a sense of security, as he was not alone on the entire observation deck.

Mortarian slumped motionless on a couch in a corner of the shadows, his brothers tacitly ignoring him - for he had been branded a "grumpy eccentric".

This saved Motarian a lot of unnecessary pretenses, thanks to himself.

He listened to St. Giles and Fogen talking loudly, the birdman sounding more restrained, the chirping pompous teasing was not, and Fogen was analyzing the rationale of Horus as the commander of the war—trying to justify it.

Khan was on the other side, interjecting into the conversation between the two from time to time.

Except for their blood and genes, Motarian was not interested in them, thankful that the angel automatically ignored him, and although Fugen clearly seemed curious about Motarian, Motarian's unapproachable aura successfully stopped him.

The Khan was as indifferent as Motarian.

But there are still more than these primordials on the planet, and Magnus, who Motarian wants to cut off his head, is talking to Horus.

Magnus had originally chatted with the Khan and the Angel here, but after realizing that the Lord of Death was heading to the terrace, Magnus decided to go to Horus for a casual chat, while Horus was in his own little room, digesting the news of his ascension.

Hearing that Luojia was also arriving here, Motarian listened to the loud noise in Fugan's ear, and it seemed that Luojia was talking to Magnus in the middle of the road.

Not interested.

Mortarian knew only two Primitives, one was Horus and the other was St. Giles, and his affection for Horus was exhausted when he saw Horus's stupidity before the Emperor, as for the Birdman...... Motarian only knew that St. Giles could subdue him.

So Mortarian cautiously distanced himself from St. Giles, although St. Giles seemed to have played a big role in restraining Fogen from shifting his interest to Mortarian's side.

But in the end, Fogen raised his silver eyebrows and cast his purple eyes on Motarian with interest.

Bad.

Mortarian thought so, hoping that the wind from the terrace would blow the poisonous gas around him to the high-profile phoenix, so as to dispel the shiny creature and embarrass him.

However, Motarian was not a wizard, he could not change the direction of the wind, and he slowly and desperately realized that Fogen was watching him speak, and Fogen seemed to be keen on the lively atmosphere,

Unlike his tone just now, Fugen obviously made his accent a little more normal, no longer with a damn sense of nobility,

[Motarian, I heard that you have a good relationship with Horus, what kind of gift do you plan to give Horus?] 】

The phoenix winked slyly at Motarian, seemingly amicably anticipating Motarian's answer.

Mortarian remained motionless, as if the voice of seven hundred years dead came from this armor,

"I don't have a friendship with Horus. 】

There was silence for a while, and Fogen waited for Mortarion's next sentence, but apparently Motarian was not going to say the next, and Fogen had to speak again,

[But I think you're also Horus—]

Fugan laughed,

[Now it's time to call the commander, prepare a gift, right?] 】

He watched the corpse move slowly, and Motarian picked up the jars and jars tied to his armor, and said hoarsely,

[I've been ready for a long time...... Ready to meet Horus for the first time. 】

And everyone has it.

Motarian silently added the second half of the sentence in his heart.

Perhaps because he really didn't think of the Lord of Death's answer, Fugen broke off briefly, and then naturally and smoothly led to the gift he had prepared for the commander, in addition to this, Phoenix also prepared a consolation gift for the unsuccessful Fenus.

He began to tweet and praise the gifts that the other brothers had prepared for the commander, which sparked a new round of discussion, and even the Khan, whom Motarian had just thought cared about nothing, carefully prepared a surprise for Horus.

Well, the attention was once again taken away from Motarian, who chose to continue to be a silent corpse.

He heard footsteps going upstairs, someone coming.

Without a trace, Motarian moved his hand to his waist, and if it was Magnus, he would give him two shots as a greeting gift.

The figure showed a corner, not ostentatious red hair, and Motarian sighed and expressed regret.

He hid behind his hood and poison gas and looked unscrupulously at the newcomer, who wore a dull hood, his armor reminding Motarian of some kind of mad dervishe, golden runes carved into his face, holy and reverent.

Two lines of blood and tears solidify on both sides of the cheeks, which also looks like a characteristic decoration.

Motarian had seen enough and silently looked away.

[Luojia?! I didn't expect you to come too. 】

Fugan relied on his warm inertia to welcome the newcomer first, but it became clear that he was not on good terms with the newcomer, and then Phoenix shut up—but the Khan began to talk to Luojia.

Having been talking to Angel and Fogen before, the Khan, like Motarian, rarely spoke, and his speech was mostly transparent, which kept Motarian interested in the Khan's words, and the Lord of Death began to listen to the conversation between them.

Khan raised his hand and motioned for the servant to pour wine for Luojia, who smiled wryly and waved his hand, and then ordered the servant to bring a glass of water.

Then Luojia raised her glass and said hoarsely,

[Forgive me for my disrespect, I may not have been so ascetic at the ceremony of our good brother, but I have sworn it. 】

Then Luojia raised her glass and drank the water as if she were drinking,

The Great Khan stood up and looked at Luojia,

How have you been lately? The wind on you is a little stagnant. 】

Thank you for your concern, brother. 】

Luojia said hoarsely, his voice seemed to be destroyed,

【…… I just, saw some truth. 】

Motarian lifted his ear.

He is God. 】

Motarian let out a disgruntled snort in an instant, stupid, the Lord of Death thought that he was beginning to spit on himself who had just raised his interest.

However, with the exception of Motarian, the other Primordials are aware of Luojia's situation, and Luojia believes in their father, which is nothing new.

Khan frowned, like a fly on horseback hitting his face,

[Horses that only care about running will be broken by rat holes, you may want to see other scenery, Luojia. 】

Luojia smiled, with a clear look on her face,

I know what you mean, brother, but I can't...... To tell me what I had been through, I saw the back of the paper, the shadow behind the light, the gods did exist, but not what I had first thought. 】

This time the Great Khan frowned completely, and the Khan leaned forward, lowered his voice, and made a tiger-like sound,

[Tell me, Luojia...... Does this have anything to do with the Most High Heaven? 】

[You say subspace? No, it doesn't matter, it's not psionic involved, it's just pure faith. 】

Luojia blankly answered Khan's question, and after seeing Luojia's reaction, the Great Khan lazily leaned back in his chair again,

[I'm overthinking. 】

Psionic ...... You might want to talk to Magnus, who was just trying to tell me about his recent discoveries in subspace,]

Luojia smiled bitterly, as if recalling the conversation she had just had with Magnus,

[He also tried to analyze everything I had experienced with psionic energy—no, what I had experienced was a complete ordeal, a test of the gods for believers, and it was not a simple subspace. 】

The Khan took a large sip of wine, and he thoughtfully played with the wolf's fangs tied to his helmet,

[What I just said made you uncomfortable, brother? 】

[No, it's not. 】

Luojia immediately apologized humbly, and among the many primordial bodies, he believed in the emperor as a god, but he was the mildest one.

That's why he has a good relationship with Magnus, the most arrogant of all.

But psionic power is not the answer to all questions, my brother, faith is. 】

The Great Khan hummed vaguely, which was a kind of agreement.

As if to refute Magnus, who had just been telling him about psionic powers, Luojia continued,

[Faith is the existence that human beings can rely on in this vast universe, and faith tells human beings what they are and what they should do. 】

However, Magnus himself said in front of Luojia that "faith is an ugly word".

Luojia disagrees, and doesn't Magnus himself have an almost devout belief in psionic energy? He just didn't realize it yet.

And believing in the God Emperor is obviously stronger than having faith in subspace.

[People should have faith, and they should believe in what is right, and those who speak will help spread the truth in the universe. 】

However...... Most of the primordials present knew that the planets that had been taken down by the Bearers would be allowed to believe in the God-Emperor, but after the Bearers had been away long enough, the Empire would send personnel to teach them the truth of the Empire.

Of course, what they know now is the outdated version.

[Faith,] Khan said simply, "The only thing humans need faith is the sword in their hands, the horses under their hips, and the vast enough fields to gallop in. 】

Khan raised his glass, Luojia clinked glasses with him, Khan drank, and continued,

You need to build yourself on yourself, not on other beings. 】

Luojia shook her head firmly and gently,

[No, not all of us are as intelligent and sharp as we are, and people need a sustenance, a presence that shows them the way - otherwise they will only fall apart in self-consumption. 】

Then let the fools die. 】

All the primordials turned their heads sharply, and the voice came from Motarian, and the Lord of Death interjected abruptly, speaking in a startling voice.

You'll have to be patient with humans, Motarian. 】

Fugen sighed exaggeratedly, and the angel nodded rarely, agreeing with Fugen's opinion,

[You are too pessimistic. 】

[I think I'm optimistic enough.] 】

Motarian said sullenly, he raised his hand,

[You go on, I don't want to argue about anything.] 】

The Lord of Death continued to spread out, and there was no sound, Luojia looked at Motarian hesitantly for a few moments, and finally chose to continue the topic just now,

We are here to save humanity - not to destroy it, or simply to become a general. 】

Luojia exhaled softly,

[Our mission is to save it, and the Emperor of God has given us a mission. 】

He heard the shrill breathing from Motarian's side, and Luojia ignored him, compared to Magnus's blunt words, Motarian was only having trouble breathing,

I do not ask for your understanding, brother, the bearer of the truth is always alone, and you do not know the suffering I have experienced. 】

Khan took a sip of wine carelessly,

I also hope that he will care about his children and not bring calamity. 】

[No,]

Luojia turned her head and stared at Da Khan firmly,

Suffering also means salvation. 】

[Qiao Gaolis only has an eagle with wings spread and flies, and there is no existence struggling in suffering, I can't understand this. 】

Khan just looked away lightly and gently pushed the topic away,

Luojia paused, his brothers couldn't believe him, they agreed with his character as a brother, but they never agreed with his point of view,

In order to convince them, Luojia thinks she needs to come up with some ...... Other evidence,

[I saw more,]

Luojia said slowly,

He is not the only one. 】

I don't understand what you mean, brother. 】

[I'm just stating a fact. 】

Luojia said,

Our Father, the God-Emperor, has his right-hand man as an extension of His faith. 】

Archangel St. Giles suddenly spoke,

[I think you're referring to the existence of the Forbidden Leader Waldo? 】

Luojia nodded, and shook her head again,

[I didn't see his true identity, so it's hard for me to make a direct conclusion. 】

He paused for a moment,

[I felt the opposite side of the paper, dark and oppressive. 】

Motarian pricked up his ears.

[It definitely won't be psionic power," Luo Jia said with certainty, "No psyker will give people that feeling. 】

[That's death—death beats the soul like a tidal wave.] 】

Motarian sat up, which caused the primitives to look to him, but the Lord of Death didn't say anything, so Luojia continued,

[I am sure that he will be an extension of the will of the Emperor of God, and with the black spear carved with Cerberus, he will judge the sinner—this is a religious symbol, and it is clear that the truth is on my side. 】

Motarian stood up straight, he strode straight towards Luojia, he spoke in a daze, and his tone increased at the end of the sentence,

Tell me everything you know, my brother. 】

[My-]

Motarian gritted his teeth,

[When did the commander become the emperor's will?] 】

Compared to the angels, Fugen was the first to stand up.

The elegant phoenix stood between the two in a bit of a panic, and opened his hand to stop the two, mainly Motarian,

[I don't think Horus wants that to happen today?] 】

5.3k！ All right! Not anymore today.

After sending the upside-down code, there are many.

(End of chapter)