【Nikaia Theatre Atrium】

Magnus panicked.

The High Heaven was hinting at him that something was going to happen, he felt uneasy, he felt a panic that the river of psionic energy was no longer quiet, and the dim glow of the guardian elves signaled that something was about to happen.

He tried to divinate and predict the future—

The meeting of Nikaia, where all the psionic rivers point to it, there must be some unfortunate tragedy happening here, Magnus took a deep breath, he might be able to think of the worst.

It was a murder, a conspiracy against the wise, the psionics, the harbingers of the Empire, and the ignorant witch hunters would turn their prejudices into flames, screaming and burning his body.

Could his father, the emperor, be deceived? Magnus thought he would be persuaded by Motarian and Riemanrus' emotionally charged but flawed words?

The worst-case scenario would be the Emperor's trial of the Think Tank, which would be a disaster, and Magnus trembled with rage at the thought of Motarion's ridicule of him after his victory.

No - he's not going to let that happen.

Magnus comforted himself, but his heart was guided by psionic uneasiness, and he entered the theater with fearless steps, only to clench the corners of his robe restlessly in the darkness behind his seat.

He saw the emperor, St. Giles, Fogen, and the think tanks led by White Scar smiling at him, and it made him feel a warm current.

But in an instant he saw Motarion, and he saw Riemanrus, rude and savage fellows, all of whom were brutal and radical men, who would only tear to shreds anyone they did not like.

Magnus took a deep breath, and behind him, Ahriman saw the Scarlet King unconsciously tapping on his seat.

But that wasn't the last straw that broke Magnus's back.

His gaze turned to the empty seat facing the stage, and he saw the Sisters of Silence surrounding the seat, the notoriously stubborn mechanical sages sitting silently around it.

Magnus felt his heart pound, and his soul and reason seemed to fall into the abyss.

No - no, how could it be?

Magnus muttered to himself, staring incredulously at the empty seat, where there was no doubt that there would be a guy sitting against the psykers,

One, the one who opposes the psykers!

And he will be seated in front of the podium!

Everything became clear in an instant, it was a hanging of innocent victims, who disguised the ignorant burning at the stake as a fair trial, laughing and wanting to see his struggle!

No, how could it be?!

Magnus trembled slightly, he looked at the Emperor, he wanted him to say something, to show something, or to give Magnus some hint that the seat was not deliberately designed, but the Lord of Humanity was still like a statue, standing still.

Magnus looked at the angel and at Fogen, hoping that his allies would see that it was an unjust murder, which made him miss the image of Motarian getting up and walking onto the podium - the Lord of Death had taken the lead.

Even the first shot of the sin is pulled by the enemy.

Magnus felt hopeless, felt cheated, teased, and felt the hot psionic energy running through him...... No, he should probably be optimistic.

The corners of Magnus's mouth quivered, and a smile of self-deprecation or luck erupted.

The meeting had begun, but the guy in the main seat had not yet come, which showed that there was hope for him, and that the greatest murderer was not present, as long as he could refute the words of Motarian and Riemanrus and make his father believe him—

Well, there is hope!

Magnuston perked up, but suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a familiar and terrifying figure in the sea of spiritual sense.

It's heading here.

Unable to breathe, angry, desperate, Magnus stared at the empty seat, he seemed to realize all this, everything was irreparable, and the fate he was about to suffer was far more cruel than he imagined?

No—who comes, who will tell him that fate is not like this! Magnus hid his wheezing soul in silence, knowing that his fate was not so tragic!

But that footstep is getting closer.

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【Nikaia Theatre Promenade】

Hades scratched his head, and he looked at the sparse servants in the corridor,

"We seem to be a little late?"

Angelon shrugged indifferently,

I don't care about that, and if it weren't for me, you should be on time and be a good person who likes the rules. 】

"Okay,"

Hades spoke,

"I think they've started debating, let's go in quietly, so let's not bother them?"

He looked at Angron and frowned instantly, and the original body said in a rough voice,

[Why, Hades? Both you and the World Eater deserve an eye-catching and respectful entrance, and they deserve to honor our coming, and no gladiator will step into his battlefield like a thief. 】

Hardston paused,

"Hmmm......"

Hades blinked, and then he laughed,

"Maybe we can go separately? I'm more inclined not to disturb people – you know, Anglon, silence would be for quiet. ”

Angelon's brow furrowed even deeper, Hades is not confident? He was amazed at this, didn't Hades realize that he deserved to be stood up and saluted by those people? He is stronger than ninety-nine percent of the people in the empire, and those scum should take the initiative to show his neck for him.

Still is...... Angron remembered what Hades had told him earlier, and Hades seemed worried about what Angrone's other brothers thought of him, and this would be the first time that Hades had appeared in an alternative official capacity in front of most of the primitives.

Could it be that his brothers would be hostile to Hades?

Angron thought angrily, he knew, he knew the feeling, and Angron had experienced it in the past of his rage.

No, he would never embarrass Hades in front of his "brothers".

Angelon laughed,

[Listen to you. 】

He said that he would make Hades realize that the World Eater would be his strongest shield.

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【Nikaia Theatre Atrium】

[I have witnessed the fall of countless innocent spirits under the erosion of witchcraft, they should have been citizens of the empire, fathers of children, and soldiers of generals, but under the erosion of subspace, they have become monsters that are not human or ghosts!] 】

Completely different from Motarian's usual whispering voice, the high-pitched voice of the Lord of Death resounded throughout the theater, and he shouted loudly, as if he was shouting at those wizards,

[Think, ladies and gentlemen! Witchcraft easily offers people a shortcut to unearned gains, and it is like the sweetest honey that seduces the human mind and magnifies the deepest desires of the heart—only to make you stick your tongue out of it and swallow it like a starving ghost. 】

No, no...... Mortarian's voice buzzed in Magnus's ears, and he felt the slow approach of the suffocating monster and the sharpness of the executioner's sharpening knives.

Magnus's sanity faltered, but he still knew he was right, and he subconsciously retorted bitterly to Motarian in his heart,

Only a fool would use psionic energy by any means, and the use of psionic energy is a complex science that requires a great deal of self-discipline and self-control, and that is not what Motarian says!

[But under the honey, only arsenic remains! ] Lies often wrap the sweetest bait and then reveal the sharpest blades to you, eroding your psionic energy and cursing you all. 】

Motarian looked at the empty seat in front of the podium, and he suddenly raised his voice,

[Since the establishment of the Death Guard, we have fought countless aliens and psionics, and we have not tasted defeat, but the dangers of psionic species have always alerted every Death Guard who fights with it, citizens of the Empire! It's only when you fight to the death a monster that is tormented by psionic energy that you realize what a terrifying monster the psionic energy is! 】

[It makes the good become evil, it makes the wise stupid, the calm crazy, the loyal betrayal, the soul boils, the desire is magnified, it is the root of all evil and tragedy! 】

Mortarian's high-pitched voice paused, and the Lord of Death took a deep, deep breath, and the entire theater was silent, and everyone could hear the laborious hiss beneath the mask of the Lord of Death.

Mortarian suddenly became tired, and he said softly, his amber eyes glistening under the golden light of the stage, and golden magma tumbling in between,

[I am well aware of the great achievements of the Thousand Sons Legion in the Great Expedition, and my brother led his legions to reclaim one world after another—but I am deeply worried about him, and I am deeply disturbed by the use of psionic powers by the Thousand Sons, who are so versatile that ominous clouds and mist hang around my brothers. 】

Magnus felt his stomach tumble with his soul, and he could barely hold it anymore, fine beads of sweat pouring from his forehead, almost there...... No, no...... The light in Magnus's eyes began to flicker, and he could feel his psionic energy wishing to save him.

But the witch hunter's words still rang out, as if aware of Magnus's embarrassment, Mortarian whispered in a voice that was so soft that it was disgusting,

[I don't want to—I don't want to find our enemies among us after the Empire has conquered countless worlds, after we have smashed one system after another of ignorant wizards and psionics. 】

Motarian paused dramatically for a moment, then he shook his head slightly,

"It shouldn't be," he said, "it shouldn't have happened. 】

He was met with a deathly silence, Motarian knew he had won, he kept an eye on the situation in the position of the Thousand Sons, and the Lord of Death was keenly aware that Magnus was not in the right state - he seemed to realize that he had failed.

Beneath the mask, Motarian curled the corners of his mouth, and he looked at the empty seat facing him with some disappointment, but it was a pity that Hades did not appreciate all this wonderful thing-

The Lord of Death caught a glimpse of a light in the afterglow.

Above the main seat, the main entrance was opened, and the light shone through the gap, and a black helmet boot—

"Bang!"

The deafening sound of the door opening, Hades jerked back in surprise, and he saw Angron, who had promised him to enter separately, standing beside him.

The hearty laughter of the Lord of the Red Sand echoed throughout the theater, and everyone turned their heads sharply,

[Sorry, guys, it looks like we're late!] 】

Angelon patted Hades his shoulder armor, and he winked at Hades and motioned for Hades to go down with him, and the World Eaters walked out of the door in tacit agreement and surrounded Hades.

Angron knows what he is doing, and he tells everyone with practical actions that the World Eater is the most ironclad backing of Hades, and if Hades is unwilling to do it, then he will help Hades do it!

Whoever is against Hades is the enemy of the World Eater!

Staring at Angelon, Hades opened his mouth slightly, thanks to Kim's black aura, people couldn't see his stupid expression now, Hades' eyes widened, he felt everyone looking at him, he turned his head slowly, faintly, desperately-

He saw the bright stage directly ahead, below, and Motarian was staring at him dumbfounded.

Hades suddenly realized that Angelon's hand was still on his shoulder armor.

[I request an adjournment.] 】*2

Magnus and Motarian's voices rang out at the same time.

At least on this matter, they agreed.

Perhaps, wait for me to have a meal, don't wait.

Ask for a commuter pass

(End of chapter)