In the most distant millennium.

Knowledge will really eat you.

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"Is it all over, father?"

Standing in the cloister in front of the chamber protected by the Sosmes Talisman, Magnus could see the deep, dark face of Ariman that was typical of the Achaemenids, with very three-dimensional features beneath the bare outer skin, making the eyes appear too sunken, and the nose was large and pointed.

In the flickering light, Ahriman's face seemed to be a smooth bark of a tree.

"Yes, Ahriman, my child."

"It's all over."

Magnus could hear his own voice, the ambition that had risen since he had escaped the catastrophe, and the confidence he had built up to inspire his offspring.

"Flesh and Blood Mutation ......"

"There is no need to mention it anymore, it has been completely wiped out by me, like an army that was destroyed on an ancient battlefield, like a crown rolling down from a burning palace, no one will praise them anymore, their history is over, and they will not appear anywhere."

"I put an end to the curse carried in the genetic seed, reorganized the harmony of the Legion's flesh and blood, forgot about it, and never spoke of them again, not to anyone, not even the Emperor...... My father. ”

Magnus's large hand rested on Ahriman's shoulder.

"I'm sorry I didn't save your brother, but now it's all over, Ahriman, even if the possibility of a stable future is only one in ten trillion, I have already grasped this probability, nothing will happen again, and the Thousand Sons Legion is completely safe."

Ahriman's gaze was like a torch, and there was an unconvincing scrutiny in it, but after a brief moment of eye contact with the Father of Genes, he finally lowered his head.

"Yes, Father, I believe in you."

"Okay, then let's not talk about it again."

I see......"

"Father."

"Father, dear."

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"Father-——!"

Magnus's eyes widened suddenly, his will suddenly awakened from his slumber, and he realized that he was in the middle of a gamble.

Yes...... Bet...... The stakes are......

"Father...... Save ......"

The voice was almost exhausted, Magnus lowered his head almost in hindsight, it took him a moment to remember the name Kozot, and then, he could no longer remember, he could not make any logical connection between the humble heir in his memory and the abominable fleshy monster.

It was only now that Magnus woke up from a dream, and he finally regained the logic of his thinking that belonged to the genetic prototype from the impact of the scene and words in front of him.

Then, his mouth subconsciously became dry, because he understood in an instant what the words of the monster in front of him meant.

He remembered.

"You...... It's you ......."

"You helped me save my legion!"

There was only despair in the voice of the genetic prototype, and those dusty memories poured in like a tidal wave.

Magnus had no ability to save the Thousand Sons and curb the mutation of flesh and blood, he just ran around like a headless fly in the subspace, and finally sought a favor and a costly medicine.

The self-confidence, the arrogance that has always been is nothing more than a flashy sandcastle built on forgetfulness and self-deception, and even the first waves of reality are enough to completely dissolve it.

[Salvation? 】

[No, I just postponed the apocalypse. 】

The voice laughed, swimming like a real serpent, but not moving forward or backward for half a minute, and laughing even more heartily when it saw a silvery figure emerge from the chasm behind Magnus.

And now, the end has come. 】

Magnus from Prospero, who has enjoyed so long, such a long falsehood, now is the time to witness the real reality. 】

Your legions will crumble, your kingdom will burn to the ground, and everything you will remember in the minds of all people in the name of defeat and rebellion! 】

The shrill scream that filled Magnus's ears mercilessly pierced Magnus's eardrums and mind, and he saw only the burning Prospero and Tizca, his sons and legions struggling in vain in the flames, they became monsters in the twist, thousands fell under the muzzle.

The scene was so real, Magnus tried in vain to grasp something, his hands clenched tightly, only to hear a shrill shout filling every inch around him, only to feel the sticky blood covering his hands and fingertips.

"No...... No...... Not ......"

"Please...... Please! I plead with you! No! ”

[It is useless to plead, Magnus, when you and I complete this transaction, it is destined to end at this time, if not now, but one day in the future. 】

"Nope! I've never made a deal like this with you! I wouldn't trade my son for anything! ”

【Is it ......】

[Looks like you swore not to hurt any of your sons?] 】

"Of course!"

Magnus screamed the truth with all his might, and the genogen heard only a sound similar to that of bones and flesh being crushed.

It seemed to look at something, but only smiled sarcastically.

[That day will come eventually, Magnus, you are just a moth to a fire, and there will be a moment when you will burn yourself to the full. 】

[I'm waiting for you.] 】

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As Morgan walked in, she noticed that the vain serpent was gradually disappearing, and the moment it disappeared completely, she saw only a strange smile.

Then, Morgan's gaze downward, she finally saw the scene in front of her completely.

She saw a pair of armor, one that had been empty and discarded, with patterns and carvings on it indicating that its owner was a son of Magnus.

And the owner of this armor...... It's on the sidelines.

The huge body of the fifteenth legion gene protogen was kneeling on the ground at this time, his head bowed, trembling from time to time, and his mouth constantly told about the future and the present.

And the son of Magnus is here, in Magnus's hands, specifically.

The wretched creature had become a complete monster, and he was pinched in the hands of his own genetic father, almost unconsciously kneaded, thrashed, and crushed, and Morgan could even see how the bones and skin were slowly crumpled to pieces by Magnus's power in unconscious whispers.

None of this is an illusion.

The screams and wails that Magnus heard were the last cry for help that Kozot had when he was pinched to death.

The bursts of blood that Magnus felt were the same bursts of blood that burst out when Kirzot was crumpled to pieces alive.

When Magnus roared "Of course", the power of his whole body expanded uncontrollably, ending the life of the poor warrior of a thousand sons once and for all.

Morgan took a slight step back, and she began to wonder what the genetic manifestogen was.

And in the dead silence, even the slightest sound was enough to disturb Magnus.

The Genogen raised his head, his face completely occupied by pain and confusion, his eyes trembling, looking at his hands, at the endless blood that belonged to his offspring.

"What to do...... What's going on...... What to do......"

Morgan held her scepter, and she only felt an unimaginable aura of danger coming from the genetic protoplasm in front of her.

Magnus's gaze seemed to be awakened by the blood and bones on his hands, and he seemed to realize what he was doing, so his gaze slowly shifted to Morgan.

Morgan only felt it in those huge, desolate pupils......

Killing Intent.

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Magnus wanted to kill her.

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"What's going on...... What to do...... What's going on...... What to do"

Magnus slowly raised his hand, whistling about it with unimaginable psionic power, and he kept talking to himself, as if questioning himself, and as if questioning Morgan.

And at this moment, in the face of the primordial body's lethal attack preparations, Morgan's heart was only occupied by an unimaginable cold thought.

She used her own power, the power she could usurp into the depths of the other person's heart, and she used this power to become a once-in-a-lifetime confidant and confidant in front of Perturabo.

And now, after seeing Magnus's heart, there was no fear in Morgan's pupils.

She spoke.

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[Then forget about it.] 】

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“…………”

【……】

“…… What? ”

"I said, then forget about it.] 】

Morgan stepped forward firmly, arrogantly, which made the genogen hesitate.

[Forget it, forget about it.] 】

She grabbed Magnus's arm and slowly pressed it down in a slow but unquestioning manner.

[You don't need to feel guilty, you don't need to be responsible, no matter what happens, it's not your fault, it's not your intention and thoughts. 】

You can forget it, you can throw it away, you can put it on the shelf—of course you can. 】

It's not your fault. 】

Magnus, it's not your fault. 】

[It's not your fault. 】

Morgan's voice was soft, but with an almost forceful channeling, one of her arms slowly suppressing the psionic energy of Magnus's fingertips, while the other roamed the broad back and neck of the original genogen.

[Take it easy, forget it, let the blood on your hands cease to exist, it has nothing to do with you, you don't know anything, you don't remember anything, you have lost one of the heirs of the legion, he has been swept into the endless waves of subspace. 】

[It's none of your business. 】

"Yes...... It's none of my business. ”

"I ...... Didn't do anything wrong. ”

[Of course you didn't do anything wrong, you didn't do anything wrong, it was just an illusion, just a haze accumulated by a nightmare that didn't exist. 】

Morgan repeated her words, and she began to see an illusory figure staggering around Magnus, as if it were an engraved, imaginary Magnus.

It was the soul that belonged to the original genogen, and when his will was so fragile and wavering, his soul was clearly not better protected.

"Yes...... But flesh and blood are mutated......"

[That will work out, won't it?] 】

[You still have time, you still have a chance, you don't need to be in such a hurry now, it's not the last moment yet. 】

[Leave it to the future, you will find a way.] 】

"Yes, in the future, I will have a way."

"Leave it to the future, to the Great Expedition, and I'll find a solution......"

"I still have time to ......"

Magnus muttered to himself, he probably didn't even listen to Morgan's more, he just grabbed the words or two, the words he needed.

It's like a drunkard who wants to welcome and refuse, he just needs a valid reason to take the first sip.

When Magnus got this reason, he almost immediately began to talk to himself more, he comforted himself and enjoyed the future, just as he had done: let it all fade from his memory, and do it with his psionic powers.

Of course he can.

The genogen is gradually immersed in self-persuasion, while Morgan looks at something else.

Magnus's soul.

She reached out her hand, first cautiously touching, then lightly extracting some, and then, she heard the cry, and she saw the genogen tremble and fall, muttering to herself that she had solved the great cause of the flesh mutation.

She knew that when Magnus woke up again, he wouldn't know anything, and he would run away from the problem again, just like he had done before.

He will run away again and again until the problem becomes an inescapable nightmare.

But what does that have to do with her?

Morgan simply raised his staff in the air, slowly extending a sharp blade from the end of the staff.

Then, she waved it down mercilessly.