On the Golden Throne, the eyes of the Lord of Humanity looked into the distance.

At least for this moment, his power is unimpeded in the subspace.

【Tenacity】

In the command room where countless signals and lights flickered, among the countless death guards who were working quickly, the withered giant moved slightly.

Not only was he in a corner of the command room, but in the dim place, the old man who had been taking a nap also walked out slowly.

Beneath his hood, Machado showed a cloudy eye, and he looked at Motarian, a golden glow in the cloud.

“…… My Lord has acted, and I feel his power. ”

"It's ridiculous......"

On the scepter that the old man was holding, the two-headed eagle that was originally burning with golden flames was coated with a faint layer of purple.

Makado raised his head and glanced thoughtfully at the golden light that was holding the purple flame.

[Do you really want to do that?] 】

The pale giant's eyes opened, and his eyes were like a pool of stagnant water.

The old man coughed and smiled, and he looked at Motarian with a little more amusement in his eyes,

"You're the least qualified person to say that, Motarian."

Motarian frowned and looked at Macado disapprovingly,

[I succeeded, but this is not your ......]

"Helpless."

Motarian was about to say something, but the old man waved his scepter, and after seeing the abnormal bending on Macardo's scepter, the Pale Lord closed his mouth in silence.

Seeing that Motarian shut up, Machado spoke, "Now, give me an empty room, I need as many crowns, jewels as I can—"

Machado paused for a moment, and when he spoke again, his tone was heavy and a little annoyed, as if he was talking to himself,

“…… There's none of that on the Death Guard......"

Motarian chuckled dryly, as if mocking Machado,

[You have chosen the wrong place, and you have chosen the wrong power. 】

Machado was silent, pursing his shriveled mouth tightly, ignoring Motarion's sarcasm, he needed a medium, a symbol to channel the power of this subspace, and the Death Guard was clearly not the best place for rituals.

The Ultramarines and World Eaters might have been able to get what he needed, but the two legions were still to come—they hadn't caught up with the Death Guards on their voyage through subspace.

Makado raised his eyes, golden flames flashing in his eyes, and he looked into the endless void.

"There's no time."

Machado said solemnly, "Motarian, give me an empty room—and send in anything extravagant you can imagine." ”

"My lord won't last long."

Mortarian shook his head silently, but at the same time, the mist in the cloak beneath him dissipated, and an inch of mist touching the ground instantly filled the entire Tenacity, and the small Death Guards stood out of the fog.

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【Kadia】

Fogen, who was slumped in the ruins, suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, and he woke up from his coma, looking up in confusion, still holding the remains of Fernus's armor in his hands, as if wishing to know what had happened.

He felt a violent tremor in his soul, and the divine battle above the dome also affected the original body.

Fogen felt himself rapidly declining—he realized that the other part he had given to Slaaneshin was completely gone, but that might be a good thing for him.

This means that the reputation of Forgen will not be further damaged in the future.

Fogen was silent, he had basically lost everything about himself, strength, talent, perfection, he was left with only loyalty.

This is the only thing he can keep, the only thing he can hold.

Fogen looked down at his best friend's remnant helmet...... Hopefully, Fernus will remain pure.

He sighed.

He didn't want anything anymore, the phoenix who had been drained of his talent didn't want to hold his head up anymore, he just hoped that he hadn't made other mistakes.

If he could, Fogen wanted the Empire to mark him as Death.

Now that he is crippled, he is worthless, and Fogen is unwilling to destroy his past glory - after that, whatever face he appears in is to discredit the perfect image of the past.

If he could, Fugen, who had already found the body of his best friend, would be willing to die in obscurity and dissipate completely.

The glory was gone, leaving his soul behind, and his weak hands could no longer fight.

Fugen lowered his eyes, he was silent, the sting in his soul continued-

Someone was calling him.

Fogen didn't know who it was, was it Fenus? Or is it Slaanesh?

The sound of a blaster answered his question, and the original looked up in horror to see a strange and blasphemous procession coming towards him,

Leading the way is......

Luojia?!

Even though he has experienced the tempering of subspace, Fugen is still taken aback by Luojia's appearance,

+My brother,+

The suspended closed head turned one hundred and eighty degrees, slowly turning to Fugen, and on his cheeks, golden tears flowed out.

+ The God-Emperor needs you. +

【……】

Fugan's eyes widened slightly in astonishment, and his dusty face was covered with rare dry tears.

On one side is the head and torso separation, and on the breastplate is the original body of the Prophet of Chaos Octagon, and on the other side is the original body of the emperor's son who is embarrassed, and the whole body reveals the mediocre original body of the emperor, Luojia stands, looking down at Fugen who is paralyzed in the ruins.

Fugen's pupils trembled, and he looked behind Luojia at the blessed children—the space marines who had fused with the demons of subspace.

Fugen's gaze shifted to the chaotic octagon on Luojia's chest again.

Fogen put away his best friend's armor first, and then he rose silently and solemnly, his silver hair hanging down to cover his mediocre face and dull eyes.

For the perfect, mediocrity is the greatest mockery.

Fugen slowly pulled out an iron sword from his waist and pointed at Luojia with a slight tremble

[Chaos lackey, if you are here to insult me,]

Fugen trembled and said, "Then I will kill myself. 】

[But if you're here to insult Fenus,]

[So——]

Fugen's wrist exerted, his iron sword turned sideways, and as usual, this movement of the original body would reflect a gorgeous light on his saber.

But now, under the deliberate play of Slaanesh, Fugen has been given a mediocre body again,

And this body, the only iron sword that can be lifted, is dim.

[Then let's fight.] 】

He raised his head slightly, and a strand of dull silver hair hung down from his forehead, revealing the shriveled and boring face of the phoenix, and cloudy eyes.

Facing Fugen's sword finger, Luojia helplessly opened his hand, and the scepter in his hand fell from the loose hand and fell to the ground.

Fugan glanced warily at Luojia's dropped weapon, trembling and not saying anything, it seemed that the phoenix was now scared and on the verge of collapse.

+ I am loyal. +

Luojia's words reached Fugen's ears, as if to reassure the frightened phoenix, Luojia stretched out his hand and wiped his cheek with a bloodstained hand, and the golden flame instantly ignited in his fingertips, as if to burn all the filth.

Luojia shook his hand, shook off the golden flame from his fingertips, and he spread his arms wide, step by step, slowly and tentatively approaching Fugen.

+ The Emperor needs you, + Luojia's voice is a little hurried, + Hades needs to get back to his anchor point - but he's completely focused on Slaanesh now - we need another projection similar to Slaanesh to guide him. +

Fogen looked like he was about to collapse, he didn't understand when the world had become like this, and the truth in Luojia's mouth made him feel a bitter chill,

[I haven't gotten rid of Him yet?!] Slaanesh still looks at me?!! 】

The phoenix screamed, and the last straw that broke the camel fell, and without hesitation, he withdrew his sword against his neck, and without a trace of hesitation, he swung his sword at himself—

[I am loyal! 】

Yes, yards

(End of chapter)