Heydrich-Menger.

My eleventh son.

He is a curse to me from the gods.

He was a mockery of fate to me.

—————— Lord of Mankind, Emperor

When the aftermath of the last battle and slaughter slowly dissipates in the hell of blood and flesh, when the spiritual chant of the King of Maidens is accompanied by her sighs, turning into poisonous whispers and breezes, turning those abominations, those pathos, those terrible creations, into dust on the soles of their boots.

In the deepest part of the Inner Earth Kingdom, where the genetic primordials are unwilling to stay, another meeting has begun.

Just after Morgan left the empty hall that made her feel inexplicable pity, the quiet breath did not last long: the waves set off by the Spider Empress had just dissipated, and another dazzling golden light bloomed without warning, dragging the entire hall into a brilliant coldness.

The Lord of Mankind, the Emperor, his majestic and tall figure is encased in a unique golden armor, like a sun that walks in the darkness of the mortal world.

He appeared, looked up, his eyes wandering the dark realm without sorrow or joy, and as his burning pupils gazed at the distorted aura drawn by death, sin, and blasphemy, the invisible laughter that would make a genetic agent feel uneasy dissolved silently in his flames, leaving no trace behind.

The Lord of Humanity appeared, his inviolable figure hovering over the dusty ground, patrolling, breathing, and then locking on to his target, focusing his relentless gaze on the monstrous corpse atop the throne.

"My lord."

When the empty hall had been transformed from a twisted darkness to a glorious dead silence by the presence of the Lord of Men, the ethereal figure of Makado appeared in the shadow of the Emperor.

Compared to the steadfast and brilliant psionic projection of the Lord of Humanity, the projection of the Palm Seal is undoubtedly much weaker: the Imperial Prime Minister who is in Terra at this time really can't take a break, so he can only use his own power to let a part of his soul cross half a star field, so that he can have real-time calls and interactions with the emperor.

It may sound reluctant, but any psionic person knows what incredible power and means lie behind these simple and weak words.

The Emperor nodded, as a welcome to his old friend: he didn't have the time or mind to greet him now, and his will followed his vision and threw himself into the seemingly decomposing corpse.

He was silent for a moment, then let his psionic projection slowly drift towards the iron throne that held the rotting corpse, and after a few moments, he stayed in front of the rotten bone and blood, maintaining a terrible silence.

It's like the short, false wind and sun before a huge wave that can swallow the heavens and the earth sweeps across the shore.

The Lord of Humanity was silent, waiting, his flawless noble face immersed in shadows that his brilliant light could not illuminate, containing a terrible force enough to bring any arrogant army to its knees.

Finally, he spoke.

[Heydrich. 】

[Heydrich-Menger. 】

[My child. 】

[My failed child. 】

The sound rose from the golden light of the Lord of Humanity and exploded in the darkest hell of nothingness, without stopping for a long time.

——————

Wriggle.

Twist.

Breathe.

Everything set sail again in a strange and crazy fantasy, as if a monster that had been sealed in the dust for thousands of years had finally been opened by a group of arrogant evil cultists, accompanied by the low sigh of the Lord of Humanity, this originally dead darkness...... Came alive.

The corpse that was already dead, that was rotten, that had turned into the absolute death of any kind of cognition of any person, the most mutilated and decomposed corpse, was in this unsettling wriggling and breathing.

Came alive.

The dead air, which had been solidified, flowed again, bringing life to it; Once again, the dark realm was bathed in light and brought enlightenment; The gods that had been thought to be never to be seen again came to it again, giving it the impetus to start a final conversation.

And just like that, the corpse, the corpse that had been deliberately discarded and placed here, was left with rotting pieces of flesh, yellow bones, and a pungent stench.

Came alive.

It squirmed, struggled, creaked its bones in a creepy whisper, and then stomped through all the boundaries of biology and physics, letting the abominable head be lifted up to look at the radiant Lord of Humanity.

The head, which had long since lost its skin, eyes, and eyebrows, was exposed to the bright air, tugging at the slowly melting flesh, and in the stinking blood dripping from it, revealing a smile made up of yellowed teeth and a moldy throat.

It laughed.

In this hateful smile, it asks softly, with a salute.

“……”

"Father."

“…… Is that you? ”

——————

The Palm Seal stood behind the Emperor, his old gaze devoid of emotion, calmly staring at the creature in front of him that would have driven any Astarte insane.

But this plain appearance can't hide the waves in Machado's heart at all: even Machado, who has experienced the so-called dark technological era, rarely sees such a scene, and it is vividly displayed in front of him: even those technological maniacs who have destroyed human civilization rarely go crazy to this point, and let their bodies become a hotbed for discarding and wanton experiments.

The body is dead: there is no doubt about it, but with some kind of technology that does not involve subspace, the rotting walking corpse will also [come to life] on certain occasions, and may even open its mouth to pour out words for its master who is far away from the galaxy.

Just thinking about this made the palm print's scalp tingle: even the emperor's best friend, who had participated in the entire project of the Gene Prototype, would not have understood how far the now crazy Menger, who had inherited most of the biological talents of the Lord of Mankind and had been specially strengthened in intelligence and hands-on ability, could use his innate knowledge and arrogant determination to advance.

What was in front of them now was probably the most insignificant part of the shadowy empire that this mad biochemical genius had in his hands, the slightest ostentation he had shown to his only object of worship: his genetic father, the lord of humanity.

Machado was silent, silent in fear and jealousy not seen in a long time, and in front of the Palm Seal, the Lord of Humanity slowly stepped forward, separating his best friend from his already mad heir.

His gaze never left the strange body, and he spoke, his voice as unmistakable as ever.

[Menger, my heir......]

"Call me Heydrich, father."

"I love the name."

"This is the name you gave me personally, the first gift and weapon you gave me."

"You carved it into the alloy door frame of my training pod, and it was with a hint of warmth on it that I spent the darkest and most hopeless years of my life."

"Until I came to you."

"Until I have that privilege, and I fall at your feet, bathed in reason and wisdom."

Even the tenderest words could not describe the tone in which the blonde beast treated his genetic father, like a grateful child speaking of the elderly nun who had adopted him, like a young scholar listening to the teachings of an old teacher, like a devout believer singing every hymn as he fell to his knees at the feet of the idol and watched his scars heal in the light.

The most reverent words in the world slowly floated out of the most distorted flesh, and gave a sense of sincerity full of blasphemy, so that even the most suspicious wise man would not doubt the fanaticism and loyalty of the owner of this voice.

Heydrich raised his head, its empty eye sockets looking at the Emperor, only to be rewarded with the cold words of the Lord of Humanity.

[Nope.] 】

[From now on, I will not call you by your name again, Eleventh.] 】

"You have disgraced me. 】

The Emperor spoke, a summons that could never be refuted, an immortal glacier that could freeze time and space, a divine judgment that would make the most devout believers abandon their faith in a fit of rage.

The defeated primordial was obviously stunned for a moment, but it was not lost, nor did it produce those ridiculous anger and resentment, it just continued to look up to its genetic father, and the worship in its words did not waver in the slightest.

"Your will, father."

"From now on, I am no longer Heydrich, I am your eleventh."

"I'll be proud of it."

The countenance of the Lord of Mankind is colder than the harshest winter, like a sword that chooses to devour people.

It smiled, its fleshless and featureless countenance, and could only smile the most horrible of smiles with the hollows in its skull and rotting teeth.

"Tell me, then, father."

"It's been so long since we've had a real conversation, and I've even forgotten the nights you spent discussing knowledge and experimentation with me, the precious moments when it was just you, me, and endless wisdom."

"I miss them, father."

"Say something, ask something, I will not hide it in the slightest, for I am Heydrich, and I am your eleventh, and I will never lie to you."

"After all, I have left this useless body here to wait for your arrival, and only your breath and your call can awaken the hidden device buried in this body, so that I can listen to your voice and admonition again."

At this moment, Machado finally calmed down the turmoil in his heart, raised his old head, and looked at the corpse, or the eleventh primordial.

The failed heir of the Emperor did not discern even the slightest vision of the gaze of the Palm Sealer, and he looked intently at his genetic father, and around his skull was the deepest of rancid breaths.

The Lord of Humanity was silent, perhaps only for a moment, or perhaps for a long eternity.

——————

[Riemannus told me everything that had happened to him, Eleven.] 】

[The things you have done on your home planet alone are sinful actions that will never be forgiven: in this great expedition that has cost everything, the Empire has wiped out countless aliens and tyrants, all of whom are executioners with human blood on their hands. 】

[But even so, compared to what you did, the vast majority of the aliens seem so innocent. 】

[Tell me, eleventh.] 】

[You conducted an unimaginable number of human experiments on your home planet, causing the population of several nests to disappear in your "War of Independence" for no apparent reason? 】

"It's true that a small number of them died because of the war, father."

[On your home planet, you betrayed the human rebels who fought under your command, and sold their whereabouts to the alien warlords who ruled there, in exchange for a ticket to join those alien secret organizations? 】

"They gathered behind me after witnessing my power, and I never acknowledged my leadership and responsibility to them, and besides, wasn't it common sense to hand over my blood-stained sword to the gatekeeper before entering the chamber?"

【……】

[After you joined the ruling class of your home planet, you quickly started a fight in the Alien Council, and took the opportunity to slaughter all the alien forces, devouring the profane experimental instruments in their hands, and continuing their twisted living experiments. 】

Moreover, as the savior of the world, you bewitch your people, using drugs and speeches to make them your experimental material. 】

"Those aliens call themselves Esoteric Sects, father, and they are a group of wanderers in that ridiculous organization who have suffered a losing struggle, and I soon discovered that there is no more value in being in the company of them."

"And my experiments have not been without the slightest results, father, those who survive the experiments have become the best soldiers, they are strong, obedient and fearless, they are the only part of my army that will not let me down, they have conquered and recovered thousands of worlds, it is a complete exchange for your cause."

【……】

The words of the Lord of Mankind were like cold winds whistling through a glacier, and the Eleventh Primordial Body's answer was a bland backwater, without the slightest panic or hesitation, let alone the slightest concealment and begging for mercy.

Whatever the emperor asks, he says.

From one's home planet to thousands of stars.

Until this war that has just ended.

[You have abandoned your legions, Eleventh, you have abandoned the trust I have given you in the battle line, and you have abandoned them in the coldest betrayal and void. 】

[Prior to this, the Eleventh Legion was second only to the Dark Angels, and even the long war with Ran Dan did not make them suffer real losses, but you abandoned your legion, you abandoned two-thirds of your heirs and followers, who respected your last orders, trapped in a world without strong bunkers and sufficient supplies, waiting for the reinforcements you promised. 】

[But what they were waiting for was only Ran Dan's army, which had an absolute superiority in strength. 】

[They had no chance of winning or being prepared, and more than 30,000 fighters fell in the first round of raids, and many more endured unimaginable battles and torture in the months that followed: my intelligence services have received some final messages from the fighters you have forsaken, which will never be made public. 】

[Until six months after that storm swept through the galaxy, until the resistance of the Dark Angels in the Tux system began: those warriors who were abandoned by you, there are still people alive, they are trapped in underground fortresses, they use the corpses of their comrades to build bunkers, use their chainsaws, fists and teeth to destroy the opponents who come to attack, and even eat the corpses of their comrades, drink the blood of their comrades, and survive, they continue to fight in despair and madness, waiting for your promise. 】

[They used up the last of their forces and ammunition, snatched the communication device, and sent a message to Terra: they were concerned about how the Empire was doing, they were concerned about whether the friendly front was being dragged down by them, and they were concerned about whether my eleventh, you, the father of their genes, were in any danger or accident. 】

[They are concerned about your safety, they believe in your promises, they are waiting for you and your reinforcements, and they will save them!] 】

But that's a lie, a lie you weave. 】

[During my rush to the Tux system, my men received a message from them, that was the last message, and there will be no new ones. 】

[There will be no more, the so-called Eleventh Legion.] 】

The Lord of Humanity was silent and furious, and he spread out his palm, allowing a word he held in the palm of his hand to slowly drift through the air.

It was a dry, dying sound.

——————

"Tyra, Terra."

"This is the Livland Squad."

"The resistance has failed, the ammunition has run out, except for me, all the people have died, and Randan's soldiers have advanced to the front of the trenches."

"We didn't hold here, we lived up to the expectations of the emperor and my father, but we won't live up to more: the last bullet is loaded, and I keep a bomb for myself."

"They won't get anything."

——————

The Palm Seal's eyebrows were lowered, and he bowed his head for what he saw.

The Emperor's hand trembled: a rare but incomparably clear sign to the Lord of Humanity, and Machado knew what anger was brewing for the Emperor at this time.

[What do you want to say, eleventh.] 】

The words of the Lord of Mankind are like a dragon lurking in the clouds.

The fury was greeted by the rare silence of the blonde beast, and it took a long time for the rotting body to let out a sigh.

"I tried, father."

"I've been trying, trying my best, imitating my stupid blood relatives, watching and contemplating their actions, the useless emotions between them and their legionnaires."

"I have forced myself, father, I have forced myself to love them, I have forced myself to love them with everything I can."

"But I can't, father."

"I can't do it."

"I have exhausted everything I have, and I have worked tirelessly to investigate and analyze the strength of each squad in my legion, and to place each person in the most suitable position, so that their talents can be put to the best use, so that experience and seniority will not disturb anyone who is capable."

"I have used everything I have, I have led them to the most difficult and legendary battlefields, against the Iron Warriors, the Shadow Moon Wolves, and even the Dark Angels, and I have led them to victory over these terrible nightmares and achieve unimaginable glory and honor."

"I've used everything I have, I've connected every bit of contact I can get them the best equipment, the latest warships, the best soldiers in the world...... I guarantee that everything about this legion is the best, and even the Dark Angels have no more favorable conditions than my legion. ”

"Haven't I given enough?"

"Haven't I paid much?"

"But...... But why! ”

"Even if I personally select every soldier and officer, even if I don't sleep all the plans, even if I rack my brains to get everything for them......"

"But they! Still! Disappoint me! ”

"But they! Still! Can't do it! ”

The roar exploded in the hall, like a dying beast roaring for the last time in the deep forest where it once commanded.

"They say they don't have good leaders and mid-level officers! Good! I'm looking! I've learned every tactic of all time! I personally select the best candidates and candidates for each position in the Legion! ”

"They say they don't have the right command and tactics! Good! I got it! I personally command every battle! Counting what happens every second in every place, even if I lead a group of beasts that can understand human speech, it will be a victory! ”

"They say they don't have enough supplies and enough supplies! Good! I'll do it! What other legion besides my legion has more than one glorious queen! I'm connecting dozens of mechanical worlds to supply me and replenish everything my legion needs! ”

"But even so! But nevertheless! ”

"They still only kneel at my feet and beg for my forgiveness after they have let me down over and over again, because they have let me down again."

"Yes, everyone seems to be boasting about me and my legions, because we have conquered the most worlds, recovered the most, the territories that belong to the Empire, but I know, father, that this is not something to be proud of."

"According to my plan, according to my calculations and estimates, we should have recovered more worlds and won more victories, this is what I calculated a long time ago!"

"They didn't do what they were supposed to do, they only accomplished more than half of their goals, they wasted your time and didn't make your career the fastest."

"They're disappointing."

"Once, again."

"There is never an end in sight."

The rotting corpse spat out the juice of its wrath, splashing it on the ground, staining the floor yellow: with this scene the remnant of the blonde beast seemed to calm down, and he returned to that terrible etiquette once more, and his voice returned to the worship of the man in front of him for a moment.

"I'm sorry, father."

The voice was even a little hoarse.

"I shouldn't have been rude in front of you."

The Emperor didn't reply, his fingers slowly curling together under his golden armor, glowing white from overexertion.

[They let you down.] 】

So, you abandoned them? 】

"That's just one of the reasons, father."

Heydrich laughed.

"They did disappoint me: I had never had a real sleep or rest in the years of war with Randan: during the ten years of war, I was in a state of high tension all the time, and my pupils and mind were filled with the battle situation, data, information, and countless possible futures of most of the galaxy, as if I had poured buckets of ice water into a balloon."

"I persisted, I struggled, I was on the verge of collapse countless times, rushing out of my command post in a fit of rage and irrationality to the front lines of slaughter and fighting, to ease the never-ending data hell in my brain."

"Ten years."

"A whole decade."

"No sleep, no rest, not even a second of slackness, constantly wandering on the edge of utter madness, ten years!"

"There have been countless moments when I even had the illusion that you could send a brother to assist me, that I could have a palm seal of my own, that I could take care of everything for a while, that I could rest for a while: even for ten minutes."

"But I can't: I can't make such a plea to you, I can't have a brother like the one who holds the seal, I can't have even a moment of rest: I am surrounded only by disappointment and incompetence."

"Every morning brings only more bad news, and every signal soldier who arrives tells no better story: to outsiders, the front I am in charge of seems to be victorious, but only I know the real situation."

Speaking of this, there was even a sense of pleasure on the twisted body.

"You know it, father, that so-called Emperor Randan, the worst and lowest imitator of you, I believe you have killed it, right?"

"You've always been like this, no one can beat you."

"And before that, I was an enemy of it, and for ten years, in the desolate darkness in the northernmost part of the galaxy, I fought a war against it from the air, and the only weapons were my legions and warriors."

"It doesn't always appear, in fact, only a few times, and the Randan army that it has at its disposal is nowhere near as great as the frenzy that my brother Johnson has to face, both in number and strength."

"But it's still a purgatory."

"During that time, I can't trust anything, even if it's the world I just laid down, full of humans, it's possible to raise the flag and rebel in the next second, even if it's the mortal auxiliaries who have been following me, it's possible to become Randan's lackeys in the next moment, between me and Divine Terra, there seems to be an invisible barrier laid by it, and I don't even dare to let my brothers come to reinforcements: I don't dare to bet on what will happen when they come to me."

"Ten years, a whole decade."

"I can only trust my legion, I can only use my calculations and wisdom to contend with that Emperor of Randan, against the never-ending army of aliens."

"I can proudly say that I did not lose this war, that I did not fall into the confrontation with that terrible alien, that I was not deceived by its schemes."

"But my legion."

"My warrior!"

"My incompetent, heir!"

"They let me down, they let me down over and over again, my most brilliant plans were not implemented 100 percent because of their sluggishness and incompetence, and in my calculations, everything was within their reach, but they just couldn't do it."

"Time and time again, I have not lost in wisdom, but in the incompetence of my sons: they say, it seems impossible to fight an empire with a legion."

"But in my plan! It's all doable! Feasible! And it works! ”

"But there are only failures, endless failures."

"I can only sit here, writing orders one after another, and watch them create more incompetence and disappointment, and watch the alien army eat away at my victory little by little."

"There is no more terrible torture than this."

"So, at some point, I figured it out completely."

"I see where I'm losing."

At this, he laughed again.

The smile was enough to make Machado feel creepy, and the blonde beast slammed into the Emperor's eyes with rage, and said his conclusion.

——————

"I see where I'm losing."

"I see."

"All the time."

"I'm all dragged down by them."

"Just like you, father."

"I'm being dragged down by these so-called heirs of mine, and you, by the so-called humans, are being dragged down."

"That's what makes me miserable."

——————

"Bang!"

The terrible sound was more terrifying than the earth-shattering sound of 10,000 cannons firing at the same time, and the hall, which was enough to hold 10,000 people, was on the verge of falling apart in an instant.

The wrath of the Lord of Mankind was kindled by these arrogant words: a short moment, not even a moment, was enough to destroy anyone who dared to provoke his bottom line.

Even the Empire's Sealer, Machado himself, felt an instinctive terror deep within himself across the farthest galaxy under this wrath.

The emperor was angry.

Really,.

Even across countless worlds and kingdoms, the Palm Seal can still be sure of this.

[Eleventh.] 】

[The eleventh of my failures. 】

"Do you know what you're talking about? 】

Confronting the Emperor's wrath may seem like the most horrific atrocity in the universe, but it's not something to fear for a complete madman.

Heydrich laughed, and it grew louder and more crazy, more and more like a beast rather than a human.

"Of course."

"Of course ......"

"Of course!"

"My father!"

"My Emperor!"

"My Lord of all things and reason!"

"I know what I'm talking about! And I'm incredibly sure of what I'm talking about! ”

"Not at this time, not in this so-called Randan War."

"The moment I met you!"

"The first time your light shone on me in such a humble body!"

"At the moment when you took me by the hand and led me into the ocean of knowledge and reason!"

"I knew it!"

"When I see your proud so-called human empire!"

"I see the bureaucrats and governors who are kneeling at your feet, what they do! Their filthy deeds! How their hopelessly stupid domination and words tarnished your wisdom at that moment! ”

"I found out! The moment those idiots want to put you on a par with those junk gods! In my discovery! Your wisdom and strength will only make those worms slowly corrode and corrupt the moment! In what I found...... In what I found...... ...... I found "

"In what I found...... You have been ...... by these so-called human beings, the most humble, the most contemptible races in the universe, without the slightest real excellence and brilliance, with so-called loyalty, so-called belief, so-called followers."

"The moment of the abduction."

"My Emperor!"

"My father!"

"Why do you cling to these creatures! Why should you get caught up in the whirlpool you hate the most for the sake of this garbage, why do you ......"

"What about taking on that sad future?"

"Take on the ......"

"A ...... named Lord of Darkness"

"Future?"

——————

Like a sharp blade slashing through the neck, bringing the most silent and gloomy death, silence blooms in the crumbling subterranean kingdom, in the silent kings, the laughing traitors, and the shocked courtiers.

"Lord of Darkness ......"

Finally, Machado muttered to himself about the blasphemous name, a name that theoretically only he and the emperor knew.

He looked at the emperor, but saw the most incredible moment in his own monarch.

Suffering.

The emperor is in pain.

That was the emperor's pain.

At this moment, the cursed needle turned into a real sharpness, and stabbed into the lips of the Lord of Mankind fiercely, and the emperor's face trembled rarely, his teeth and tongue collided with each other, and he could not even spit out a complete sentence.

After a long, long time, the emperor slowly pieced together a sentence.

He spoke, as if trying to carry the cold tone through to the end, but in a moment of hesitation and silence, he relented.

[Heydrich. 】

[Tell me.] 】

[Who told you that!] 】

——————

"Hahaha......"

"Hahahaha!"

There was no answer, no silence, the almost rotting corpse, already in the wrath of the Emperor, just laughing out loud and terrifying even to the Grim Reaper of Hades.

He laughed for a long time.

For a long, long time.

"You have given me wisdom, my great genetic body, my only faith."

"You know, wisdom will make me understand many things, it will make me see the world as it is, as it really is: I know that neither Magnus nor Mortarian are wrong, and psionic energy is not a safe force, but it is also a power that does exist."

"So, I will observe psionic powers, I will use them, even though each time is a most painful torment, and though I am completely incapable of using its power personally: I will do it as long as it is good for you."

"So, I saw it."

"I see a glimpse of the future."

"I saw what was going to happen in this crazy universe."

"It's not an illusion, it's not a lie, because I've experienced everything I've seen: I've seen this conversation of ours a long time ago, and those things that will happen 10,000 years later."

"I see your end, my Father of Genes, and you will be trapped in the most terrible prison in the galaxy, facing your most hated fate in pain and struggle: becoming a god."

"Those human beings, they will not have the slightest gratitude or tenderness for you: they will only use your power to the maximum, squander your legacy, and push you into the abyss of godhood in the most desperate moments."

"They will belittle your empire! Splurge on everything that's yours! How could a country founded by Superman make it better for these mortals to rule! They will only ruin everything! ”

"You told me to believe in the wisdom of these so-called men, because they built a glorious age: but ruined that glorious age! Aren't they too! ”

"They can't do anything! They'll just let your hard work die a little bit! Only the greatest tragedy in the galaxy will be staged! It will even make you the heart of this tragedy. ”

"How can you become a god? How can you be the most terrible and hopeless plague in the galaxy? ”

"Them! How! Dare! Let you do it! Let you bear the curse of the Lord of Darkness! ”

"How dare they!"

"What qualifications do they have!"

"They deserve to die! It should all be extinct! Not a single one left! They don't qualify as your subjects! Enjoy the light of wisdom and reason in your eternal kingdom! ”

The blonde beast roared, roaring at all costs, the only remaining flesh and blood sprayed with his roar, dripping all over the ground.

He roared for a long time, but suddenly fell into an eerie laugh.

"Hehehehehehehe......"

"But you don't have to worry, father."

"You don't have to worry, and me."

"I see another future, I see a perfect race, and that race should be the benchmark for your people, and only they are worthy of your kingdom."

"O Father of My Genes......"

"You've heard ......"

"Tyranid?"

"They have the most wonderful system, and at the end of that system, the so-called Great Devourer, is the most suitable position and crown for you, what I am pursuing, and the most worthy of you in the whole galaxy."

"I know, you don't know these things, because they're still far away, and there's a chance they won't come to our galaxy until the end of time."

"But that's okay."

"I will imitate the same species, I will make the best people for you appear in this galaxy, and I will use the wisdom and power you have given you to keep your rule until the end of time."

"After all......"

"My Emperor."

"Who else but you can rule over all things in the world?"

"What is there in this dark world worthy of you, except the supreme authority of all worlds and kingdoms?"

——————

"I'll do it."

"At the northernmost point of the Milky Way, in the shadows that are not understood by you and anyone."

"I'll do it all."

——————

【……】

【……】

[Nope! 】

——————

The Emperor was silent for a long time.

When he spoke again, his voice had regained its resolute indifference.

——————

[Nope! 】

[Heydrich. 】

[My eleventh.] 】

[You're doing something wrong. 】

[I was wrong too]

[I used to think that you would be the rational side of me, the fragment of my desire to go through the world with wisdom and thought, and the most successful rebellion against the gods. 】

But now, I was wrong. 】

——————

You are a curse. 】

You are a curse and a mockery of the gods against me. 】

[They only took one step, they destroyed my illusions, and they distorted my efforts. 】

[He laughed at my insistence.] 】

——————

You made a mistake, my son. 】

[There has never been an eternal and unchanging truth in the world, and there has never been an unbreakable kingship, the eternity you desire, the eternity you desire, revolve around my authority and rule. 】

[It's the thing I hate the most.] 】

[What you believe in, what you fanatize, what you break the bottom line for this, and do all kinds of evil, has never been loyal to me. 】

[It's your delusion, the illusion of the biggest shadow in your heart, the most vicious hurricane that cold technology has whipped in a dehumanized heart.] 】

You are not loyal to me. 】

[but to be loyal to the deep shadow in your heart.] 】

The bloody throne. 】

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I will stop you, and I will send my most elite blade to stop you. 】

I will let the blades of my other descendants cut through your neck and make you disappear into this world: whether it is you or your legion, you will disappear. 】

This is my answer to you. 】

This is my mercy to you. 】

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The blonde beast seemed silent.

He was silent for a moment, then smiled.

"All right, father."

"I'll wait for you, I'll wait for your blade to cut through my neck."

"But until then, I will never stop, I will not stop until my will is completely dissipated."

"I'll move forward."

"Until you bear witness to your eternal kingship."

"Or maybe it's the blade of your sanctions."

"You can choose whatever disposition you have with me."

"My Emperor."

"My father."

"My sun."

"I'm willing to eat it."

(End of chapter)