What do you see?

You see the hero dying, and in his near-death struggle, he still can't protect the galaxy he loves so much.

You see the stubborn trapped in a trap, time running out and rotting in vain.

You saw the poor man fall into the flames of rage, the flames were raging, and the empty shell was still there.

You see the ridiculers of the crowd struggling to prove themselves, and finally destroying themselves in applause.

You see it...... You see it...... You see yourself.

You stand there with the lion next to you, Leon Johnson, your Knight Chief, your Warlord - you understand but can't agree with Leon's inexplicable attachment to the title of Warlord, but you still give him this title.

The lion stands at your right hand, his black helmet shining brightly in the morning sun of Baal, which gives you a little confidence and hope, and the lion who has won the title of [Battle Commander] will work well, you are so relieved to yourself.

Leon Johnson's willingness to take over the name of [Knight Chief] and [War Marshal] already means that he is subservient to you, and your former brother is now subservient to you.

You are a little ridiculous and upset by this fact, but this is the best solution at the moment, and you comfort yourself.

The dark side of the empire must have a center, a place to spread faith for the people, a place to keep the fire.

To your left, Koz, with a severed hand, hides himself under a dark hood, your Inquisitor, your sinner who judges sinners.

Conrad Coz will atone for your sins under you, for one thousand years after ten thousand years.

In the presence of you, who shone with pure golden light, he was ashamed of himself, discovered his own ugliness and insignificance, and he began to atone for his sins—or for Conrad Coz, to put himself in an even more painful situation in order to make his already unfortunate conscience better.

You stare at Koz for a moment, fearing your gaze and hiding himself in the shadows.

You sigh softly.

In hell, only the harsh laws of hell can be intimidating, you know that you need to dispose of dirty hands, and Conrad, who is already dirty, is your best choice.

You look away from Konrad Coz, he'll do his job, at least ...... His Legion Leader, Sevita, is able to take some of the pressure off you.

And you, you.

You are the Pope or the Archangel of the First Kingdom of God, or the Second Empire, and you are a symbol, a focal point for people's attention.

As early as the celebration in Ulanor, you who witnessed the whole process of the dispute between Motarian and Luojia, as early as the meeting of Nikaia, went to ask you in Anglon, and knew the truth of all this.

You are, the chosen one.

You are, the one destined to save people.

The greatest proof of this is that you have a pair of wings that you don't want, and that makes people voluntarily worship you as a god.

You have a whole planet where you are a religion, and pious and ignorant people believe that you are God.

You've been vaguely avoiding the question, you've been on the run, you've been hiding yourself in the legions of the Great Expedition, but now, you can't escape.

You need to admit that you are God.

There are gods in this world, and the gods answer the call of believers and give them strength.

You see, the emperor is a god.

Luojia is right.

They need the gods to protect themselves, they need faith, otherwise they will be swallowed up by uncleanness, you need to give them hope and fire, and the night cannot be darkened any longer.

Thou art born with wings, thou art the son of the gods, thou art their living hope.

You need to admit it all.

You don't know why the emperor doesn't want to be a god, he may have his troubles, but you know that you are not a person who wants to be sanctified, you look at your army, and your army is not perfect.

Blood thirst.

It occurred to you that they represent your impurity, that you are broken, but you have hidden this defect.

You have been disturbed by the anger of your children in the long night, their madness is terrifying, you feel their thirst for flesh, you have seen the monsters that the offspring of monsters have become—the offspring of the battlefield who have eaten flesh frantically, they have looked up at you, you have seen the flaws in their souls—you cannot avoid this, for you too have a gleam of the lips in the darkness.

……

The bat at your bedside chuckles, as if waiting for your fall or screaming, begging you not to fall easily.

……

No, you think about it, it's already a trivial thing, and in this hell, the cruelty of the Holy Blood Angel will add color to you.

You were worried about the inadequacy, but now, in this hell, a little imperfection is obviously nothing.

You just have to control your own cravings.

Follow your example, and the children will rule over themselves.

The corners of your mouth chuckle contemptuously, but then you think, "The prophecy is nothing more than that."

You look afar, you look at your subjects, and then you have to adjust to a new title, a new life, and you need to give them hope, tell them that the emperor is a god.

Faith, give them strength, give you strength.

Will you be twisted under their beliefs? You don't know, maybe you've grasped the key to the Emperor's fears, but at this moment, a person's twist is obviously insignificant in the face of half the galaxy's pain.

You are willing.

First Kingdom, you, Commander, Inquisitor, you will struggle in Hell and bring new light to the people—even if it is the poison spurned by the old night, but now it is the only medicine for you dying patients.

You are respreading light on this map and bringing hope to those who have been forgotten......

The Forgotten ......

Wait a minute? What did you forget?

Oh yes, Horus Lupecal.

Horus, your best friend, your brother, the best-connected of your dozen brothers, is the one who patiently led you back to the Empire, and it was he who taught you the ability to lead the Legion.

You miss the memories you learned on the Vengeful Blade, and those memories are so good, too good to be true, but they do come back in your current terrible life.

You watch Horus's little cubs make trouble, and then you want you to keep them a secret, and when Horus finds out, you beg you to intercede with Horus.

It's been a wonderful time, you think.

You think, and subconsciously look at the [Battle Marshal] and [Inquisitor] beside you—if only it were Horus, you sigh again.

You feel the weight of the laurel wreath on your head, you look into the distance, the morning sun is a little dazzling, and you miss Horus.

…… Horus......

……？！

You suddenly realize a problem,

A terrible, ridiculous question that will make you crash on the spot—

That is, if you are emperor, then, what will Horus think now?

He is the commander of the old night.

And your emperor himself overthrew the old night.

Is your emperor the emperor, and even the mockery and criticism of his inability to govern and lead to the shattering of the galaxy.

The Emperor had just given the name of Horus Warlord and ordered him to take over the Empire, but under his stewardship, the Empire was torn apart.

Even, his best friend, you, cast him aside and established a new kingdom.

And now, there is even a marshal by your side who you have appointed to be crowned.

- Horus - What would Horus think?

You, who are familiar with Horus, suddenly realize this.

Your reign as emperor, your establishment of an empire, will lead to the collapse of Horus.

The power-hungry and suspicious Horus will never be able to accept your actions.

And this will be the decisive factor in the fall of Horus.

The morning sun of Baal shines on the laurels above your head, and people cheer at you, but you feel dizzy.

You can't help but build an empire, and the dark side of the galaxy needs faith.

But then you realize that if you build an empire, then ...... You've been unable to reach ...... What you've been asking for...... Horus, the ally you had hoped for, would be immediately released from the chaos of the subspace by those beings.

At that time, Horus, full of joy and thinking that he has found a best friend and a helper, will face your betrayal.

He looks at you as emperor, says that the truth of the empire he has been holding is a lie, abandons the empire, takes up the words of the bearer, and appoints your minions, lions, bats.

How could he possibly accept it?

Yes, this time, you betrayed him first.

If you do not act, you will slowly wear out under the stone grinding of time, and by acting, you will personally push your best friend into the abyss.

St. Giles shuddered.

He shook his head in disbelief, disbelief.

The bat let out a sobbing cry.

That's the truth.

That's what it is...... You have to make choices about the future you face.

Ignorance is happiness,

But for now, welcome to the future.

All right!

(End of chapter)