There was a loud muffled sound coming from between the closed doors, and Fugen jerked back, but behind the fluttering silver hair, he could only see the tightly closed door.

[Private matters. 】

Slowly, like bubbles emerging from a swamp, a soft, feeble voice sounded.

Fugen frowned, he subconsciously looked at Omega not far away beside him, and flies flew out of the guy's exhaust pipe.

They kept their distance, and Omega seemed to completely ignore Fogen's displeasure, and he smiled, just smiled.

Fugen shook his head, swallowed, and said nothing.

The purple flames on his body gradually extinguished, and those subtle flashes of light reappeared on the phoenix, and the gem fell to the ground, and the fragrance was fragrant.

But even so, Fogen was still like a beggar stealing the king's clothes, and under the heavy headdress, it was difficult to hide the mediocrity in his eyes.

Fugan swallowed as Machado and Alpha ...... What is this new alpha? He doesn't understand - does he need to understand?

He doesn't need to understand.

Everything intricate, everything small, everything that is intertwined, is worthless in the face of a real behemoth.

In a trance, Fogen shared his point of view with Motarian, who was preparing in the subspace, to destroy it all.

The phoenix's eyes lit up with purple flames, feeling the familiar taste, but this time it was different, the power of the Six Desire Rings was lost, and their owners had already thrown them out for the sake of a spring supper.

This is the most extravagant pleasure in the galaxy.

Faugen was silent, the power obediently clinging to him, silently enshrined him as the new king, how could the power of Slaanesh ever be so gentle? Or is it because of Machado......

There was another loud muffled bang behind them, Macardo and Alpha, one of them was always beaten badly now, and Fogen hoped that person was Alpha.

He followed Omega up the steps he had stepped on, and the blood-carved altar filled the hall, forming an eerie circle of four smaller circles evenly guarding it.

Omega gave him a meaningful look and led him to the very center of the altar, and Fogen paused, his eyes darkened, and finally said nothing.

His place was not one of the four small altars, but the very center of the large altar—which was generally the place of the sacrifice.

At this moment, it was full of gold and silver.

Omega muttered as if sorry that Fogen didn't ask, but turned away anyway, heading to his little altar, where screaming and frolicking Naurges were decorating the small space.

Fogen stood on the cold altar, he felt an itch in his wrist, and when he raised his hand, he saw the delicate half-scales climbing out.

Fugen inhaled without a trace, and he forcibly looked away at the remaining four small altars.

Omega was playing with the noisy little ones, and then there was the empty altar dripping with blood and flames, and Fogen thought that was the place of the Alpha, and then the empty, nothing, extremely rudimentary altar - that was the place of Machado?

Then, countless broken mirrors flickered, each with a different fate, the sound of a quill touching the paper, and the parchment floated in the air, dancing with the master's giant red hand.

Fugan's pupils twitched—well, Phoenix figured that he wouldn't be surprised even if he saw a Vulcans in a pink dress now.

The only thing that would surprise him a little ...... Forgen's brain, numbed by the impact of magical reality, pondered for a moment, perhaps it was the pseudo-Divine Giles.

[Hello, Magnus. 】

Fugen said calmly, he took a deep breath, and stood in the center of the altar, the premonition of checkmate made him feel surprisingly good,

Magnus looked up, a chaotic glint in his eyes.

[Hello, my brother. 】

Magnus said that the blue quill didn't stop there, and Fogen noticed that Magnus's otherwise smooth red skin had been left with black spots, like ringworm.

Of course, to his surprise, Magnus was now One-Eye—but not the one he had before, and One-Eye's position had been reversed.

Fugen took a deep breath and listened to the smashing sound in the guest room next door,

[Have you betrayed?] 】

Fugen said, open arms,

Magnumston stopped, and his pen stopped writing,

"That's an interesting question," Magnus said, "Did I betray?" I betrayed, and I was a betrayer over there. 】

[For that side?] 】

Fogen felt some kind of irritation at being teased, he shouldn't have the luxury of wishing that there were normal people in this world—crazy people! It's all crazy!

Magnus blinked his one-eyed as if to state a matter of course,

[Loyalty? Treachery? My ridiculous brother, it's worthless. 】

[Loyalty and betrayal no longer mean anything to me, and the pursuit of eternal truth is my mission. 】

Fugen's mouth trembled, feeling the turbulence of the subspace, those psionic abilities with remarkable characteristics, ["Eternal"? It's not like what your master would say. 】

[I am me,] Magnus waved his hand, and the parchment in front of him vanished, "I am the Scarlet Sinner, the Crimson King, and I am Magnus. 】

Fugen opened his mouth and smiled, there was no need to bother with words.

Just as he looked away, bang! The door was reopened, and Makado and Scarlet Alpha walked out with unkind faces, their anger just the same.

Makado almost experienced a rain of blood, and the old man in the white robe soaked in blood wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, and limped towards the empty altar.

The Scarlet Alpha wasn't much better, and Fogen found that his giant horn had broken a small section, and hot blood was dripping down.

Blood Alpha walked over to his altar, and Omega looked at him with a smile.

Machado walked to the altar, and he passed by Magnus's altar, Magnus stared at the old man with a calm look in his eyes, as if he were looking at an existence that had nothing to do with him.

[Good day, Machado. 】

Magnus said suddenly, and the hurried Machado glanced at him, his gaze even more fierce.

Macardo didn't answer Magnus, Magnus shrugged, his figure reflected in the pleura behind him, shattered.

Magnu whispered, as if talking to himself, actually, Fogen knew that the damn guy was doing it on purpose, deliberately for all of them to hear.

[I also chose your favorite ink, Macado. 】

Machado, who had buried his head in the golden circle on the altar, sneered.

"I'll thank you personally when I look back."

The old man said hoarsely and gloomily.

No, yes! Tomorrow we will continue to work hard to move bricks

(End of chapter)