St. Giles walked out of the World Eater Lounge in silence and thoughtfulness, and just as the Archangel had returned to the Blood Angels, he received a notice from the Emperor to urgently summon a meeting of everyone.

The hallway flickered by candlelight, and the hurried primitives walked past the patrolling Praetorian Guards, and Fogen tried to whisper to the archangel, but the angel shook his head with a wry smile.

Dorn's face was serious, his brow furrowed as he followed him with a hidden shadow stalker.

People entered the main hall in a scattered manner, and the main hall, which was originally full, had long since become empty, except for the Martian Casting General and others, who were previously in a higher secret position, the rest of the mortals were not allowed to enter.

St. Giles looked at the stage, the army of the thousand sons who had knelt down earlier had long since disappeared, as if it had never existed.

The seats originally assigned to the Chiko were empty, and the Senko's legion logo had disappeared.

The facts have been decided, and no amount of rhetoric can change reality.

Space wolves and death guards were seated to the left and right of the podium, and the Lord of Death and the Lord of Winter were standing, their weapons in their hands.

The angel looked sideways, and the seat of the Lord of the Silent Order was empty, and two sages and several soulless beings were standing around the main seat.

People sparsely found their seats, but they didn't sit, just stood hesitantly, except for the death guards and space wolves, the other primordials did not bring accompanying guards, and the empty main hall suddenly felt desolate.

The Lord of Death's eyes scanned around without a trace, the angel's face was sad and pitiful, Fogen was incredulous, Dorne was serious as if he would rebuke Magnus loudly in the next second, Korakos' face faded into shadows, and Angelon calmly looked like a spectator.

Either way, he was victorious, Motarian raised an eyebrow, he thought to himself.

Although the Lord of Death was puzzled by the fact that when he first spoke to the Wolf King, although Riemanlus disguised himself well with his rudeness and cruelty, Mortarian still sensed a faint sadness in him.

Motarian didn't understand what it was to feel sorry for, but he tried to change the subject to Horus—he thought he might be grieving for Horus too.

The sound of heavy knocks echoed, and Machado struck his staff, signaling silence.

The Lord of Humanity, seated on his throne, stood up slowly, as if out of the shadows of the dust, and every step he took seemed to step on the souls of the people, making it difficult for them to breathe.

The light of the flames shone on his golden armor, as if it had not been extinguished for ten thousand years.

"Now, listen to my verdict."

His voice was clear and magnificent, and the king did not speak lightly, and his words shook through the four fields, overturning the Milky Way, and the stars trembled, and the sun dimmed.

St. Giles held his breath, he knew his other brothers did the same.

A dead silence enveloped the theater, save for the Emperor's calm, imperceptible breathing.

"Let the light of justice shine on the earth."

He spoke, and the sword of Hammurabi hung over their heads.

"You could have spoken freely, you wanted sin and evil to disappear, even the smallest voices had to be heard, and even the most obscure words had to be considered, and I would never have disregarded any reasonable and just appeal, which is your birthright as citizens of the Empire, and your mouth can say what you want, and your hands can write what you say."

The king stood there, his voice majestic and solemn, with the weight of a thousand pounds striking the soul.

"But words are not child's play, and lies must not be told, and there is no fabrication of right and wrong, and those who deliberately deceive will be convicted of the offence at the time when the first listener hears what he has to say, and the death penalty will be imposed at the end of the speech."

The Emperor paused for a moment, his glittering golden light, inhuman gaze burning through everyone's soul,

"Some of you have lied and crossed the boundary."

The archangel felt his heart thump, no, he thought...... The emperor was just banging on them...... Think of the words of Ruth and Anglon, St. Giles...... The emperor was far more tolerant than he thought.

Magnus was miserable, and St. Giles swore that he would never cross the line.

"I'm disappointed."

The emperor said,

"Fabricating lies, playing with right and wrong, surpassing the thunder pool, peeking into the darkness, involving subordinates, hidden dangers have long been buried, and the proud are still complacent, and it is difficult to see that they have already stood on the ice abyss, crumbling."

"Do not believe the words of the blind and arrogant; I listen to the arguments of Magnus, the crimson sinner, who has fallen into the abyss of vain power, trampling the limits of empire tolerance, and selling himself and his legions to his own desires. ”

"The culpability is heinous."

The Emperor made his decision, and since the name of the Crimson Sinner, the Primordials knew the final fate,

"The sin of the puppet can still be cut off and the sin cleansed by death; However, the sin of the head sheep is not worth one death, and tens of thousands of people are lost to its foolish thoughts, and hundreds of millions of people are mistaken by its fallacy, and the same state is retribution, and it is difficult to get rid of its sin even if it is 100 million deaths. ”

Fogen felt his heart beat violently, and he was witnessing a punishment far more brutal than the death penalty, and his father swung his knife at his son, no, no, no—a reminder of the fact that Emperor Fogen should be a king first and a father second.

He caught a glimpse of several other primitives, all of whom looked different, but all of them were uncomfortable, even Motarian and Fogen saw the wheezing expression under his hood.

The Emperor's wrath was very acceptable, and Fogen couldn't imagine what Magnus had been through...... As early as a month ago, the haughty brother was talking to him about the scriptures...... Why did Magnus ......?

Phoenix is convinced that no Brotherhood will take the initiative to harm the Empire, unless ...... Unless...... Fogen almost covered his mouth and screamed, Magnus's arrogance had hurt himself!

He even affected his children!

The phoenix, who was too empathetic, buzzed in his ears, but the emperor's words still cruelly entered the hearts of each of them.

"Hereby I pronounce the judgment of Magnus, the Crimson Sinner."

"Magnus, playing with witchcraft, implicating legions, and even the shadow of death and curse haunts a thousand sons, which are inseparable."

"The Fifteenth Legion, Thousand Sons, is disbanded today."

Fugen felt that he was about to faint, the archangel's face was extremely bad, even Anglon's eyes widened, and the rest of the primordials, except for the executioner, who would like to see this scene?!

"Among the Thousand Sons of the Legion, the conspirators of Magnus were taken to the dungeon of Terra to await their punishment; For those innocent and those who are good at stopping Magnus, the Empire will do its best to heal their cursed spirits and find a way to live and glory for them. ”

"Magnus himself, taken to the Terra dungeon."

Fogen gasped - this proves that Magnus won't die, but what awaits Magnus? The Empire has a punishment far worse than death, and Fogen feels his scalp tingle, and his legion is disbanded and he is thrown into a dungeon...... Can the arrogant Magnus really accept all this?!

"Space wolves, death guards, come with me to Prospero and clean up the remnants."

Riemanlus took a step forward, he smashed the great axe, and also smashed the knee, and the wolf king bowed his head deeply, and sacrificed his fragile neck to the emperor on the high platform,

[Riemannus obeys.] 】

Mortarian was a step behind the Wolf King, and the Lord of Death's form swayed, and finally slowly knelt down, his withered scythe in his grip, the tip of his knee lightly touching the ground.

[Mortarian obeys. 】

The Emperor raised his hand and motioned for the two primordials to stand up, the Lord of Death and the Lord of Winter, the cold light slicing across the blade.

The emperor's face was expressionless,

"The sinners are under punishment, but the twisted blasphemy on them has made me realize that some of you have gone too far, and that my trust in you is not beyond the boundary, and that the purpose of this meeting is to make you see the boundaries and never touch the red line - after the veil, you should not set foot in vain, the scarlet sinner will be a permanent alert to you."

The emperor was silent for a moment, and the people nervously awaited his next few words,

"I should have taken down all think tank units, stopped letting witchcraft pollute the ranks of the Space Marines, and the flashes of psionic energy should not be seen."

The faces of the representatives of the think tank were almost extremely bad, and the original bodies of the rest of the legions that retained the think tank units also looked down.

"But Hades, the Lord of the Silent Retreat, found me,"

The emperor said, his calm golden eyes were shocked to see the primordials below,

"He suggested that each legion maintain a minimum cordon-based think tank to ensure that the legion is alerted to possible witchcraft threats in the first place, and that it retains the strength to fight against psionic species."

"I do."

The emperor spoke,

"The legion is allowed to keep the bare minimum, for alert think tanks."

The Emperor finished his last words, and then he sat back on his throne and let Machado strike his scepter on the ground, and the old man shouted hoarsely to the end.

He saw the people who had survived the catastrophe trembling and looking at each other blankly, as if they didn't know what was about to happen.

Heck, depicting the emperor in a positive light, I really gave myself strength.

(End of chapter)