Makado coughed twice, and he slammed the floor with his scepter, making a muffled thud, and the blackstone door in front of him was opened, revealing a gap.

Behind him, Motarian still sat there, staring at the old man in silence.

"Can you see over there?"

Makado asked, pushing away a small Death Guard who wanted to come up with his foot,

[It's hard. 】

In the dim mist, there was a hissing sound, like the sound of an insect rubbing its wings.

[A scar big enough to stab any soul runs through there, and I can't stare at it for long.] 】

Machado paused, and once again pulled the little Death Guard away from him, this time not moving, standing there looking up at Machado.

The old man sighed lightly,

“…… They were really angry...... That's the real battleground. ”

The two bright yellow points in the white fog narrowed,

[Didn't you say that there were at least three powerful legions on that side? Or are you worried about depravity? 】

Machado reached out and pulled his hat, hiding himself again in the shadow of the hood,

"You know what I'm talking about, Pale Lord."

Makado paused,

"If you want to be more secure, then it's time for you to try using your new abilities."

"At least we need to hold on here, to hold a big rear."

“…… Then, you can try something else. ”

[I will.] 】

A hoarse voice rang out, and the silent black shadow disappeared into the mist.

Machado sighed, the storm had not stopped, it was difficult to locate, it was difficult to set sail, should they wait for the torch to be rekindled - or, another miracle?

"You'll leave later."

The old man suddenly said again,

"In order to maintain regional stability, Killeman intends to establish a self-governing state for a short time, and he intends to make you the commander of the war......"

“…… You need to show at least one side. ”

There was no response, and Machado stared at the little Death Guard at his feet, who stopped after a failed second attempt to climb onto Machado and stood there staring at Machado.

+ Not interested! +

The little guy screamed.

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Commander.

A beautiful word that represents power, responsibility, the submission of billions of people, and the rulership of thousands of stars......

But that's not the most important thing.

Most importantly, it represents his trust in the chosen son.

But the lion knows that true trust does not need to be rewarded.

Leon Johnson stood silently at the bow of the Indomitable Truth with his head held high, the glow of the star's explosion slowly flowing from the porthole and at his feet.

The Dark Angel, who had been hovering near the Midnight Lord and preparing to guard and judge the Eighth Legion, encountered some minor difficulties in this star field.

This should have been a rehabilitation, a galaxy that is not big or small, countless industrial planets, and a huge casting world.

But the Torch was extinguished just as they began to drop the sword of war.

Then, madness struck.

Perhaps, any primordial will feel confused and crazy about what they see next, what they realize, and what they think after seeing all this.

But he is Leon Johnson.

So, after the fleet was reduced by a quarter, and the Icarus Protocol was activated, and a star of a habitable galaxy with great potential was detonated,

The Dark Angel had regained his sword under the lion's hand, and even though the blade was worn, it was stained with blood and smelled of blood.

Soft footsteps sounded, and the lion didn't need to look back to know it was Coswayne.

"Father, the fleet is ready to set sail again."

[Have you caught my brother's whereabouts?] 】

"According to the news from the monitoring matrix, there is an eighty-three percent probability that the Midnight Lord's last subspace jump of the Eighth Legion is moving towards Baal."

"But,"

Coswayne paused,

"According to the prediction, their voyage should not be too smooth, and the monitoring matrix detected other psionic fluctuations and headed straight for the Eighth Legion."

The lion's eyes calmly reflect a burning galaxy on which billions of lives will be reduced to ashes, and any creature with a conscience will hesitate and hesitate, but the lion will not.

Because he knew it was the right thing to do.

【Ready,】

Leon said,

[If my brother and I are treated the same way...... Then I think we can judge. 】

He didn't think Conrad Cotz would be able to survive this.

Now hope is gone, the torch is extinguished, the emperor, the commander, these are all gone, chaos can be seen everywhere, but fortunately the lion never relies on those battles.

He fights only for loyalty.

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[I want to see Conrad Coz.] 】

Phoenix bent down, his long, silky, silver-white hair hanging down from Sevita's shoulder armor, and Sevita's dark eyes stared at Fugen unblinking.

If it were a normal day, if it was the years of the Great Expedition, Sevita would definitely not do this, this is disrespectful to the original body.

But now the order has been shattered, and it is no longer what it used to be.

In the shattered galaxy, the original body is nothing more than a rag doll that can't control its own destiny.

And Sevita was the last of the Eighth Legion's talkers, and he couldn't show his cowardice.

"Your Excellency,"

Sevita smiled as hard as she could, his smirk worse than crying, revealing the fangs inside.

"My father said he didn't want to see you."

Sevita said softly, and Fugen narrowed his eyes dangerously, the slender fingers of the original body on Sevita's shoulder armor strained slightly, and Sevita's shoulder armor let out a wail that was about to shatter,

[Did he say that—or do you think he should say that?] 】

Sevita, the conscience of heaven and earth, thought that this time it was really Conrad Coz himself who said it, although he locked up Coz, tied him to a pillar, extracted genetic seeds as often as possible, and did not feed him to reduce the frequency of his madness - but the conscience of heaven and earth, this time it was really Conrad Coz himself who said it.

Even if he was crazy when he said this.

Sevita grinned again, but this time it was simply a mockery, the endless suffering had already made him no longer afraid of the original,

Fugen saw that something was wrong with the Midnight Lord, just as Sevita saw something wrong with the Phoenix,

Sevita silently crossed Fogen off the list of candidates to be defeated, and now only St. Giles was left on the list.

"My lord, in the name of the Emperor, this is what Conrad Coz himself said, but if you insist on seeing him—then I can disobey his orders."

Fugen jerked Sevita away, and Phoenix snorted contemptuously,

[Just as I thought,]

Fugan said coldly,

[Greedy fellow, what do you want to spare my brother?] 】

Sevita opened her hands in vain,

"My lord, a safe place where we can rest, it was not our intention, but after the torch was extinguished, my father's condition deteriorated, and we had to do it."

Fogen was silent, and Sevita could see a corner of his gorgeous, refined exterior, which was endlessly tired and questioning,

[There will always be a place to rest,]

Fogen said,

Now, take me to my brother - don't play tricks, or the Emperor's Son can tear your fleet apart at any moment. 】

Sevita turned sideways to make way for the phoenix,

"Do as you command, but allow me to say one last word, said my father, Conrad Coz, who does not want you to go to him."

[Lead the way.] 】

All right!

(End of chapter)