In the dimness, the warning lights lit up with a terrible red light.

The white helmet stomped on the ground, the floor trembled, the scythe slashed across the ground, scraping faint sparks, and in silence, the respirator let out a heavy gasp, and the red light flashed over the body of the blaster.

Claws and boots trampled the earth, a rude roar sounded, and under the heavy fur, the cold light swept through the blade, the wolf barked lowly, and the battle axe hung down, and the axe was hard.

The drop pod is in place.

The Lord of Death raised his head and raised his scythe in silence; The Lord of Winter lowered his head and clenched his battle axe with a roar, and beneath the fleet, the glimmer of Prospero poured in from the porthole, coating the original body with a faint cold light.

The emperor held his sword in his hand and lowered his eyes.

"Let's get started."

He said.

【…… I can, I can. 】

Magnus took a deep breath, and he touched the microphone propped up in front of him with his big hand blankly,

[Is this real-time?] 】

"It's not."

Hades, the caretaker, calmly replied to him.

[Okay.] 】

Magnus smiled bitterly, and then he took a deep breath—

The warm sea breeze was blowing, with a slight saltiness, and the scholar was leading his daughter on the way to the Great Library of the Pyramid of Fortup, the sand-yellow streets were spotless, and in the distance, the crystal on the top of the Great Library of the Pyramid was shining.

As if sensing something, she raised her head and squinted slightly at Prospero's bright blue sky—

My people,

The majestic voice sounded, her legs were weak, and she knelt down with her hands leaning on the child,

"Mom?"

The child looked back at her in confusion, but her mother quickly squeezed her mouth, shhhhh

She saw people in the streets waiting in panic or joy, and some knelt down and saluted the sky.

As a prophetic psyker, her heart thumped,

【…… I'm sorry. 】

Magnus sat in a cramped cell, his hands folded on top of each other, and Hades could see blood pouring from between his fingers.

Magnus's mouth tried to open and close, but his voice was hoarse and he couldn't make a sound.

You'll have to tell them the truth, Magnus.

You can't...... You can't let him down anymore.

[I have claimed that I have healed a thousand sons, just as I have restored Prospero. 】

She held the child tightly in her arms, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

[I still remember Prospero, a wasteland at that time, and all the towns except Tizca fell. 】

Magnus clenched his fists, twitched and released again,

It is I who will lead you to regain lost territory and rebuild our homeland and our city-state. 】

[I will always admit that Prospero is my pride. 】

[But ......]

Magnus opened his mouth again in vain, he felt blood oozing from his vocal cords, and he struggled to make a sound,

There was a long silence.

The emperor's lips moved, Hades raised the talker, he frowned,

"You'll have to give him a little more time."

As if hearing Hades' whispers, the words struggled to cough out of Magnus's throat,

【…… The psionic circle that surrounds the entire planet is wrong, and it could erupt at any moment. 】

The Scarlet King squeezed this sentence out of his mouth, no, it wasn't a psionic array, it was...... It had psionic powers, but he couldn't tell.

[In the name of Scarlet Magnus, everyone should not resist, close Prospero's defense system, stay away from the spirit summoning circle, and go to the square to wait.] 】

[The empire promised me that if I don't resist, I won't flow—]

The stabbing electricity stopped, and the recording was unilaterally cut off.

Magnus turned pale, and his body shook.

With a thud, a trembling Magnus lost consciousness and slammed into the table.

Outside the cell, Hades turned on the channel and yelled at that end,

"You let him finish! Finally, it's okay to cut that sentence again! ”

The Emperor calmly raised his hand, and he watched as a thin layer of light lit up over the entire planet, then quickly faded.

"Let death and winter come."

He said.

The next moment, tens of thousands of fires streaked across the void.

The scholar looked into the air, and she saw that the sky was beginning to bleed, and people were screaming and roaring, and the last words of the Scarlet King were repeated harshly in the air,

[Don't resist, everyone......]

She looked blankly at her daughter, who was also staring at her, and the next moment, the child cried loudly, and the dessert in her hand fell to the ground with a thud.

The first drop pod smashed into the streets of Tizca, and in the thick of smoke, scythes and fangs slashed out.

——————

Prospero is burning.

The earth cracked, the night fell, lightning exploded, and the torrential rain fell from the ground into the sky, into an infinite hell.

Pitch-black raindrops splashed at his feet, and the Emperor stepped on the steps of the Great Pyramid of Vortep with a blank face, the black rain howling in his ears with a terrible lightning bolt, tearing at his golden helmet.

He climbed the stairs.

Below the howling wind, the Emperor caught a glimpse of the shivering people in the afterglow, and he saw the ghostly light of the thousand sons who had been taken away by the "guardian elves" in reverse, the wolves barking around them, and the fire piercing the night.

That's a necessary sacrifice.

He continued upward, the flames of the Emperor's Sword glowing on the Golden Helmet, the raindrops evaporating before they could touch the flames, and at the top of Prospero's largest pyramid, subspace and the physical world were now blended, and he heard a sharp mockery ring.

The waves of the vast ocean crashed against him, and he saw the turbulence that suddenly accelerated, the ghostly blue shadow twisted and laughed loudly, the galaxy burned, the stars fell, and the waves of psionic energy struck Terra, and the twisted river of fate was about to flow back to its place under the hands of Chaos.

He saw Horus, the hollow shell of Horus, he saw Astarte sword at Astarte, he saw the heirs trapped in place by the turbulence of subspace, he saw Magnus wailing at him.

[Father, father—I have never betrayed !! 】

The winter wind beat against his face.

The lion is imprisoned in lust, the phoenix is heartbroken, the steel is rotten, the horses are tied, the wolves roar and rush at their former kindred, the watchmen crumble in forgotten corners, the madmen mock the nobles in the night, blood and laurels are crowned with blonde hair, and those who despise flesh and blood are finally devoured.

Those who break free from fate are once again dragged into the whirlpool of fate, those who believe in the prophet revert to their path, kings are eaten by their people, sinners are finally disemboweled and prove their innocence, those who are merciful are broken by betrayal, those who are devout draw their swords before the gods, dragons hide in the depths of the earth, ravens neigh and are pulled off their wings by the roots.

+ Destiny – oh! What a wonderful fate! +

A sharp laugh ripped at his flesh and pierced his nerves, and the blue shadow seemed to sing against him, and the emperor raised his sword, and the flames burned.

+ It's time for you to get in! You're running out of time! Defying fate! You're going to pay the price! +

"Lies."

The next moment, the golden light suddenly opened.

The flames swept and burned, and the darkness disappeared with the phantom, more like a conscious departure than an expulsion, and the last scream still echoed in his ears for a long time, but he never listened to the lies of liars.

The light banished the deep night, and he saw the last screams of pain from the soul-infested at his feet, some of whom fled, others who died there, the wind tore at him, and he heard the call, far away, calling out to him.

[All Father!!] Full Father !! 】

He lowered his eyes and saw his son break through the wind and the torrential rain, and climb the slope of the pyramid miserably, trying to reach his feet, and what was reflected in the wolf king's sharp eyes that would make him desperate to protect his father?

The emperor blinked,

"No problem."

He said calmly, seeing the wolf king grinning and trying to smile.

This made him feel a little relieved as well.

He stared at the wolf king still struggling to step forward, but the wind was less strong at the moment, the rain was not so heavy, and under his light, they all fled far away, and he watched the wolf king begin to lighten up.

The emperor raised his hand, and he opened it, Magnus's one-eyed gaze at him in the palm of his hand, raindrops falling as if in tears.

He looked at the wolf king, remembering the bitter winter wind.

The Emperor held out his hand and motioned for Riemanrus to catch it.

He let go, and Magnus's one-eyed fell from the top of the pyramid of Photep into the hands of Riemanrus.

"Take it."

He said.

There should still be

(End of chapter)