The Primitives were the first to be allowed to roam in small areas.

St. Giles walked out of the Holy Blood Angel lounge in silence, the archangel turned his head, and at the end of the corridor, darkness and golden light appeared at the same time, and it was clear that Hades and Machado were guarding the door with their heads bowed, standing still like sculptures.

At the other end of the door were the Emperor and Magnus.

The light in the archangel's eyes flashed, and then he walked back resolutely, away from what was right and wrong.

Motarian, who is completely indifferent to the political affairs of the Empire, would still be in contact with the Space Wolves for the sake of Nikaia's victory, not to mention the other Primitives.

Long before the meeting, St. Giles had privately contacted Khan, Fogen, and Horus.

Since the Emperor declared that he would return to Terra after this meeting and completely hand over the burden of the Great Expedition to Horus, it was clear to the Archangel that the content of this meeting would not be as simple as it seemed.

The first thing that came to his mind was to warn Magnus that the Thousand Sons had crossed the line, and the Emperor might want to use this meeting to alert Magnus.

But—but the course that followed was far beyond the angel's expectations, and the moment he saw the seating arrangement, the archangel concluded that the meeting might be more than a knock on Magnus, and he remembered the Emperor and Macardo's vague admonition to Horus...... The meeting was far more complicated than he had imagined.

And then everything seemed to be a farce.

Angron, who burst in suddenly, abruptly adjourned the meeting, Magnus, who was forced to prove his innocence—thinking of this, the archangel's brow began to furrow again involuntarily, he knew that Magnus had gone further than all of them......

But he crossed the line.

Without saying a word, the patrolling Silent Nun walked past him, and he came to the side door of the main hall, and the archangel saw the kneeling Thousand Sons, they were dim and embarrassed, Mortarian and Riemanrus were standing beside the kneeling Thousand Sons with their weapons, and the two Primordials were discussing something in a low voice, in a victorious stance.

St. Giles did not like this feeling, fratricidal fratricide.

Seeing that St. Giles was coming, under the hood, the wrinkles around Motarian's eyes playfully squeezed, but St. Giles ignored him.

The archangel looked up, and he stared at the hole in the ceiling.

He didn't know what was going on, but the angels who knew some of the psionic spells knew it had nothing to do with Magnus's spells.

Is that...... That's a subspace creature.

This thought made St. Giles's soul tremble for a moment, he did not blindly believe in the emperor, nor did he blindly believe in the empire, because the archangel knew the truth of the empire, and the truth of the empire said that there were no creatures in subspace, and there were no demons...... No, that's wrong.

There are living things in the subspace.

St. Giles knew this, and Horus knew that the battle with the psionics would inevitably give them a glimpse of the unsettling truth during the Legion's expedition.

Subspace creatures possess subspace magic, and they are able to use sorcery more skillfully than the psionic species of the physical universe, which gives them powers that are difficult to understand.

But this is by no means a reason for Magnus to form a pact with the creatures of the subspace.

The angel stared in silence at the kneeling Qianzi, his eyes obscure.

What kind of tempting conditions did those subspace creatures show to the Legion of Thousand Sons that would allow them to break the most taboo red line?

The angel's heart throbbed, perhaps he should have known—

As early as the beginning of the Great Expedition, the Thousand Sons were the most mutated legion in flesh and blood, and their number even dropped to a thousand.

After Magnus led the Thousand Sons Expedition, the scale of the Thousand Sons Legion gradually expanded, and Magnus claimed to the outside world that he had cured the flesh and blood mutation of the Thousand Sons.

St. Giles swallowed.

Perhaps the average Primordial Brother would not think of this aspect, but as St. Giles, as the Legion Leader of the Holy Blood Angels, the Archangel always keeps an eye out for news about the cure of the Legion's genetic disease.

The perfect archangel has a haze hovering in his heart all the time......

…… Blood thirst.

St. Giles paused his mind for a moment, the archangel pulled his mind out of the matter, and he began to look at the big picture from another perspective.

He remembered the blue figure that was absolutely unacceptable and forgiven just now.

Magnus would not have been unaware that it was unacceptable, and St. Giles knew that Magnus was the most arrogant of them all, but even the most arrogant person would not abandon dignity and the company of that creature.

The angel was silent, was Magnus deceived by appearances and lies? Those who are arrogant are the most likely to fall into the abyss of lies.

St. Giles slowly paced the boundaries of thought, and at the expense of Magnus and the Thousand Sons, he might see where the red lines of empire and humanity were.

It will also give you a glimpse of what is terrifying about the subspace.

But before that, perhaps St. Giles could have done something more, and he didn't choose to communicate with Fogen or Dorne, even though the archangels were usually used to talking to the primordials at meetings.

For the sake of the legion, in order to better see the future, the archangel stepped forward calmly, he did not carry a weapon, his hands were slightly open, and he walked up to the stage, and he saw the mocking smile in the corner of Motarian's eyes becoming more and more obvious.

He controlled his mercy and ignored the kneeling Chiko at his feet.

[See who's coming?] 】

Motarian hissed, and Ruth snorted rudely, looking at the archangel with his arms folded.

St. Giles shook his head slightly,

[I have no ill intentions, Magnus has also hidden too much from me, and the people who were on his side have also felt deceived. 】

Why did you choose to trust a wizard who played with witchcraft, Birdman? 】

The angel's brow furrowed deeply, but in an instant he managed to control himself, and he spoke calmly,

If you want to see me lose my temper - then you will be disappointed, Motarian, I am not trying to stop you, I just want to know...... Know ......]

The angel paused for a moment, he lowered his head slightly, and Motarian and Ruth looked at him suspiciously and warily.

St. Giles raised his head again, and the two primordials could clearly see the uneasiness and confusion passing through the archangel's eyes,

The angel shook his head again, and he spread his hands,

[I hope we are still brothers—then, my brothers who know the truth, are you willing to tell me something.] 】

No longer the archangel with the perfect mask, no longer the archangel who always felt like he was holding a shelf, St. Giles looked at them earnestly, his wings lowered, trembling slightly,

Motarian stared at St. Giles in astonishment, he felt abrupt and puzzled, and in an instant, he saw the figure of Horus, and the moment at the banquet when the archangel and Killiman tried to pull him into the circle of the primordial,

The Pale King opened his mouth slightly, he uttered a tiny monosyllable, and then ......

[Stay away from the subspace, don't believe them at all.] 】

Said the Lord of Death.

Ruth nodded irritably, and the wolf king scratched his head and added crudely,

[Everything else is easy to say, look at Luojia. 】

The archangel's long hair obscured his gaze, and St. Giles nodded meekly, then he didn't say anything and turned away.

The uneasiness and confusion he had just felt were fleeting, and a smile of victory hung on the corner of his mouth.

He wouldn't be going back, the next place the original would visit was the World Eater's lounge, and he had expected to see Angelon on Motarian and Ruth's side.

There is one more in the back

(End of chapter)