"So, you call this kind of thing a guardian elf?"

After being given a layer of so-called [Aether Vision] by the accompanying Mildin, Bayar was finally able to clearly see these [Elves] who were praised by the Thousand Sons.

I don't know why, after seeing these glittering beings, the most powerful of Morgan's sons has a kind of uneasiness that comes from the depths of his heart: it is the instinct brought by countless battles, and he reminisces about the past of desperate fighting with those abominable nameless creatures.

The last time he had this feeling was when he was confronted by an alien wizard who had been eroded by the power of subspace, and its squirming patchwork of flesh like a mountain.

……

Something is wrong.

Bayar muttered to himself.

On the surface, however, his brow was merely furrowed, and then quickly smoothed out so that no one observed anything unusual: at least not in Baleck.

"In the beginning, we considered calling them Angels, but the title was just too emotional, it had an unnecessary sense of sacredness, and, you know, it was too un-imperial truth."

Balek's voice was a happy affirmation, and as he spoke to the last paragraph, he smiled at Bayard beside him with a deep meaning and a tacit smile on each other.

The title "elf" is also very unimperial truth.

In the depths of his heart, Bayar sighed softly, but he didn't say it, because all the Daybreakers remembered the instructions of the genetic primordial.

Long before they arrived in the Forzare, the sons of Morgan, who had been selected as their retinue, had been solemnly admonished by the Lord of the Second Legion: this was a visit, an exchange without any purpose or appeal, and the purest sightseeing tour for Prospero and the Legion of a Thousand Sons.

They are guests and nothing more.

Don't care about anything, don't ask questions that cross the line, don't engage in deep debates: it's enough to see, to watch, and to remember everything that comes into their sight.

Don't care.

Just listen.

It's not that hard, is it?

Bayard blinked, trying to control his countenance, letting his calm pupils and indifferent smile hide the lingering uneasiness in his heart.

Barek-Uchisar, from the Celestial Owl School, was completely unaware of the strangeness of his entourage, as he was indulging in the history and past of the Legion, and his overly pale face had a pleasant smile, and the sparkling colors that surrounded his scarlet armor looked hazy and luxurious.

This warrior from the Fifth Company of the Thousand Sons was a merry and friendly man, and he was a rare humility among the sons of Magnus, who were born arrogant, and the conversation with him was a joy to the heart.

But this pleasure is so fragile and ephemeral in front of those dancing Prospero specialties.

Bayar already regretted a little, he regretted that he was out of curiosity, and asked for this temporary [Aetheric Vision] from his companions: when he saw these beings called [elves] by the thousand sons, lingering in his hair and arms, and unwilling to leave for a long time, his hands began to caress the handle of the knife involuntarily, and his neck became stiff, and he could even feel a vicious breath that did not exist at all.

These things: let's call them guardian elves, if you look at them from the outside, they are indeed beings who have come out of the dream of youth, shining and shining, like chaffins enjoying themselves in the spring breeze, flying and playing willfully in the towering and magnificent buildings of Tizka.

Now, Bayar could see the existence of these things, they were present around almost every son of Magnus, and the more noble the psionic masters, the more likely they were to be surrounded by these beings and unintentionally highlight their hearts.

For example, Phosis Taka, Magnus's greatest force field master, was surrounded by a vague and brutal force that wantonly gnawed at anyone who dared to approach, and as for the always smiling Balek in front of him, hovering above him was a cloud of moonlight, emitting one of the few shallow rays of reassuring light.

Oh, and there is Hathor, the swordsman who stands proudly in the distance, looking at the Dawnbreaker and even the Thousand Sons with a slight contempt, the proud grandmaster of the Bright Feather School, and beside him, a brilliant eagle that shines like the sun.

But no matter which one it was, no matter how beautiful and dreamy these guardian elves were, and which master they followed: when he saw the presence of this glittering, erratic subspace around and above almost every Qianzi, Bayar still felt a sultry heat, which came from his neck and chest, representing that instinctive uneasiness that had not disappeared, but had intensified.

But even so: he still didn't say a word, quietly, listening to the chatter of the people around him, silently obeying the instructions given by the genetic prototype.

Like him, all the sons of Morgan kept a quiet, most polite of all, listening to the chatter of passion and arrogance, forming a strange pair of strange combinations of the Thousand Sons and the Dawnbreaker.

As the group of dozens of Thousand Sons and Daybreakers left the fork in the road in front of the Great Pyramid of Light, they first walked some distance along a main marble paved road to a place called the Secret Eye, one of the core areas of Tizca, which was as large and tall as the Academy Pyramids.

As the center of the city, the square is of course open to all, and when the group can see the towering Doric stone pillars in the center of the square from afar, their ears are already filled with countless cacophonies, and when they reach the entrance of the square, visitors cannot help but be overwhelmed by the prosperity and harmony of the place.

It was both a square and a commercial center, with old-fashioned mobile vendors and pergolas filling every stretch of the horizon as far as they could see, and thousands of Prospero residents wandering around the noisy shouts and bargains.

They are either walking alone, looking at the prices of the vendors, or they are in pairs of threes and threes, forming side-by-side partners and shopping families, strolling leisurely and enjoying a pleasant time.

But whether they were active teenagers or vicissitudes of life, whether they were giggling children or old men with white hair, they all looked pleasant and unhurried, telling of the peace and tranquility of this world, each of them dressed brightly and well-fitted, and their bags were bulging with silk, sesame oil, fresh fruit bought at bargains, and, of course, bottles of brightly coloured wine, which came from the various liquor shops and vendors on the edge of the square.

The gentle sea breeze from the ocean on the side of Tizca brought a slight salty taste, and together with the soft sunlight, gently swept through these people who enjoyed life, and in the mid-air that these mortals could not see, those shimmering creatures from the subspace, also accompanied by wisps of invisible wind, roamed freely on the top of every mortal's head and sideburns.

A reassuring scene.

Bayard thought.

But for some reason, when they passed by the vendors, Bayar could always smell a smell that was familiar to him, a smell that could never be said to stink, but which still made him feel uncomfortable.

The presence of the Astarte warriors set off a wave of restraint among the mortals, and the mortals of Prospero waved their hands to pay homage to the celestial warriors in scarlet and silver armor, but showed no more fanaticism or excitement: it was clear that they were accustomed to living with these imperial angels.

Amid the cheers, the people spontaneously moved out of the way, handing fruits and goodwill to these mighty warriors, and Bayar could even feel the children in their parents' arms, curiously trying to touch their shoulder armor: the children of Magnus kept a kind of indifference, but did not scatter the mortals, but only led the visitors all the way to the foot of the Dorian pillars.

Bayard could see that the pedestal was carved into a lifelike relief: a scholar in the form of a cyclops supporting a woman in grief, who was clearly the embodiment of Prospero, apparently depicting how the great Magnus saved the dying world.

"I carved it myself."

Balek muttered proudly.

As the group slowly advanced to the foot of the stone pillar, as if arranged in advance, a group of groups of Thousand Sons and Dawnbreakers began to spread out in all directions, going in different directions and roads, and the large army of dozens of people turned into small groups of three or three in the blink of an eye, and Bayar naturally followed Barek, and behind them, Mirding fell far behind the back of the group, looking left and right, as if collecting material for his poetry.

This Secret Eye Square is so huge and important, with it as the center, there are 9981 avenues leading to different directions, each with its own characteristics, all of which are extremely prosperous.

Balek and his two guests chose one of them, and the road was flanked by silver-white statues of lions, each lifelike and different, behind which were beautiful gardens or buildings of great mathematical aesthetics, and as they passed through some horizontal roads that connected the two avenues, Bayar could even see through the shadows of the buildings that passed on the other avenue at the same time, another combination of a thousand sons and a dawnbreaker: no doubt, Magnus's sons tacitly took advantage of this deliberate coincidence, silently showing off the marvelous layout and ingenuity of the entire city of Tizca.

After a slow march of ten minutes, Barek finally led his two guests into a garden labyrinth of towers, fruits, and trees, and finally reached the balcony at the top of the tower, where they could see part of the city of Tizca.

"It's my favorite place and the corner where I feel it the most."

As Balek sat on the marble chair, dancing through the lush vegetation around the terrace and dancing the majestic figures of the white sand mountains in the distance, he smiled a little ostentatious and shared to his guests.

"There are so many more things I've figured out here, the experiments and Olympiads I've privately conducted here, and even the immature ideas that have been expressed and actually manipulated, more than I've manipulated in front of the school pyramid and the fighting brothers combined."

"Whenever I see the scenery here, it always gives me something to think about."

Bayar bowed his head and silently agreed with Chiko's statement: for no other reason, the scenery here is indeed unique, and most of the city of Tizca is enough for them to see.

In the afternoon, in the gradually low and hazy daylight, the whole city of light is covered with a soft veil, the pyramid stands proudly with a silver spire, reflecting the glittering light, the square and the theater are already full of bustling people, enjoying the soothing time and art, and the fresh sea breeze is blowing through the undulating mountains in the distance, as well as the silent sky, together splashing vigorous and powerful black lines at the far edge of the vision.

When Bayar saw the happy and serene mortals: they walked on the wide and bright avenues, walked under the low-hanging branches and ripe fruits, and wandered among the statues that shimmered with golden light and were as white as snow.

The Astarte warrior, who was already more than 100 years old, had to admit that when he saw all this, he was indeed emotional, slightly touched, and experienced some kind of realization that may have existed for a long time, but had just been discovered.

In the past, the mighty knight has always established the simplest of beliefs: he fought for the emperor, for the primordial, for those simple and powerful voices, to build a future that was forged by the fantasies of loyalty and knighthood, and which he never had the chance to see.

But now, such a future, as if in front of him, slowly and seductively hooked up the corner of one side of the skirt, allowing him to get a glimpse of everything he wanted to protect.

It's like this ......

"Whew-"

Before Bayar's sentiment could bear fruit, the remnants of the aetheric perspective brought unwelcome guests: the guardian elves of Balek floated in front of the Dawnbreaker like an overly active shrike bird.

The emotion is over.

Bayar frowned, kept a flat countenance, and turned to look at Balek, who gave him a sincere smile and silently admitted his mistake.

"There's always something over-active here."

Barek summoned his own Patron Elf, watching with some helplessness as the little glittering thing whirled and screamed silently in his hands, exuding his displeasure.

"After all, this is where I first summoned it."

Chiko's tone was flat and casual, as if he was talking about an ordinary thing, and although Bayar felt that something was wrong, his heart was more glad that the temporary aetheric perspective was finally slowly fading, and the flicker that had always made him uneasy finally disappeared in his pupils.

In the last moments when he could still see the so-called guardian spirit, Bayar could vaguely observe that the golden whirlwind was hovering and looking over Chiko's head, like a bloodthirsty and ferocious shrike bird, inadvertently observing his next prey.

But when Morgan's son blinked his eyes suspiciously, he could no longer see the so-called friendly subspace creatures, and only the bland memories of Barek were in his ears.

"That was more than a decade ago, when the Patron Elves were just starting to become popular among the Legions, and our Father of Genes taught us this unique spell, as well as to mortals who were willing to try it, but so far, only we have succeeded."

"Ahriman was the first to do it, he called his elf Atpio, it was a beautiful aura with erratic form, but unusually bright eyes, and in the following period of time, one after another, one after another, the best fighting brothers easily summoned these friendly little creatures from the subspace, as if they had been waiting on the other side of the veil, always watching for our calls and requests."

"Amazing, isn't it?"

Bayar was noncommittal, he just enjoyed the blank space without those guardian elves.

"I wasn't the first person to complete the summoning, in fact, when my mentor and battle brother completed it one after another, I didn't really succeed, so I chose to leave the school pyramid for the time being, and came here to make another effort to open up the subspace."

"And then, I succeeded."

"It was in the very position where you and I were now sitting that I had opened the curtain between the subspace and the real universe, and after that curtain had not been fully lifted, I sensed and touched my guardian spirit for the first time, and brought it to Prospero."

“…… Wait a minute! ”

Morgan's son raised an eyebrow, and he looked around: even with his shallow psionic knowledge, he could tell that this was definitely not a good place to perform psionic rituals.

"Sure...... Over here? ”

He lifted the lush flowerbed beside him and glanced not far away: almost close to the tower where they were, there were bustling residential areas, and old people and children could be seen everywhere.

Here's a psionic ritual that connects to the subspace?

"You're alone?"

"Of course."

Balek nodded proudly.

Bayar turned his head and looked earnestly at the thousand sons in front of him: in that somewhat pale countenance he did see a humble and kind countenance, and Bayar repeatedly confirmed that he had not been deceived, and that sitting before him was indeed the most amiable of the sons of Magnus, and perhaps the most intimate of them.

He blinked, a drop of sweat running behind his ear.

"You haven't thought about it...... It's a little unsafe to perform a ritual here alone? ”

"Not safe?"

It was as if the words had touched the blind spot of the son of Magnus, and he was stunned for a moment before he burst into a hearty laugh.

"No, no, no!"

"Bayar, my Bayar."

"You don't know, battle brothers from the Second Legion: when we came to the fertile soil of Prospero, when we were reborn under the power of our Father of Genes, there was no possibility of insecurity for us, and we have sublimated to a great realm completely different from the other psionics you have seen."

"Over the years, except for some overly inflated moves, all of our spells and rituals have never failed, and no matter how low the probability is, for us, it is no different from destined success."

"We have overcome the challenges that fate has given us, and now, as you can see, we are enjoying the endless benefits and fruits of this great victory."

"What's more, this ritual of summoning subspace creatures has been repeated in the Thousand Sons Legion for decades, it has failed, but it has never been dangerous, in the beginning, the ritual will be completed under the supervision of the academy pyramid and the mentors, but now, it can be done anytime and anywhere."

"Now, it's like there."

Following Chiko's guidance, Bayar's gaze caught a street corner: a young Senko warrior was standing, surrounded by children who clearly had psionic potential: for they were looking at Chiko's raised, empty palms, bouncing and jubilant.

"Those mortal children love this little thing, and the best of them will become the new blood of the legion in the next few years, and become the ones who guide the next generation of psykers."

An Astarte, in front of the bewildered and ignorant children, flaunts a subspace creature and directs their interest and desire for subspace.

Bayar touched his chin.

He had nothing to say.

He didn't need to say anything.

At this moment, the most powerful of dawnbreakers felt only one kind of happiness: because Mirdin, who had fallen behind them and wandered around, [searching for materials], had finally slowly made it to this terrace, and his face was filled with a sincere joy.

"I've never seen a city like this."

A sigh of emotion made a happy smile bloom on Chiko's face, and after seeing that his two guests had arrived, the son of Magnus waved his hand, and from the shadows on one side, a mortal dressed in a waiter's suit stepped out.

"I'm sorry, you two, I haven't finished brewing my own wine, so I'll have to give you a taste of the wine first, but I can assure you that the craftsmanship and skill of these mortals are as good as any winemaker."

"So, what do you want to drink?"

Chiko spat out the names of several liquors one after another, and Bayar, after a little thought, chose one.

But just as he was about to say his choice, he saw that the mortal waiter had bowed to them, and slowly retreated, walking to the side of the wine rack.

Morgan's son blinked his eyes a little dazedly, and it was only then that he suddenly realized that his heart seemed to be touched invisibly.

On the side, the psionic master of the Second Legion was already frowning.

"That mortal...... He's using mind reading on us? ”

Chiko smiled and did not refute.

"Although these mortal psionic skills are not worth mentioning, they can still read some of the simplest superficial thoughts in their hearts."

The two Daybreakers looked at each other, and both saw some kind of invisible frown in each other's pupils.

"Isn't that a bit ...... I mean, you can use the menu. ”

Faced with the doubts of the soldiers of the Second Legion, Chiko just laughed.

"This is Prospero's specialty, my battle brother, you can choose to do as the locals do, after all, there is no such thing as a menu in the whole city of Tizca: the waiter already knows what you want to eat before you decide to order, which is a boon for some poor choice sufferers."

But alas, this explanation did not soothe the brows of the two Morgan sons, who were still immersed in a kind of incredulity, and sincerely resisted the rationality of the scene before them.

"Is that the whole city of Tezca? Every one of your restaurants can be equipped with this kind of mind-reading character? ”

Chiko chuckled, his fingers drawing circles in mid-air, and in Mildin's aetheric vision, he could see that it was the son of Magnus fiddling with his own guardian spirit.

"Because the city has fused with psionic energy, my battle brother."

"As long as it is a mortal who can embark on the path of psionic energy, we will teach, we will all lead, and we will let them open their arms step by step, embracing the subspace and the infinite future."

In the midst of this resistance, in the midst of this grand proclamation, the waiter had already served the glass and the wine, which was indeed on the minds of everyone present.

After he had completely retreated, the three Astartes took their cups: Chiko drank naturally and leisurely, but the two guests fell into a stagnation.

Flavor.

Bayar smelled: it was the strange smell he had just smelled in the Secret Eye Square.

He lowered his eyebrows, a few flashes of color flashed in his pupils, and he met Milding silently, and in silence, the mighty old knight slowly shook his head, and the two sons of Morgan slowly lowered their glasses, as if they were facing some terrible poison.

And on the other side, the sons of Magnus are already smacking their tongues in discontent.

"It's not a good one."

Barek shook his head, a sense of frustration at the failure of the reception.

"This time, their psionic abilities were not grasped well, and the taste was too strong."

“…… Psionics? ”

The sons of Morgan were no longer hidden: Bayar's brow was already like a towering mountain range, and Mirding took the glass and sniffed it.

"Psionic energy added to this?"

"Hmm."

Chiko nodded, her face casual.

"They use psionic energy to speed up the brewing process, but I don't really agree with that because it destroys the original flavor, and I'm more used to the old way."

“……”

“……”

"However, they still use some methods well, such as the use of psionic energy to wrap and polish those wooden barrels of winemaking, over time, there will naturally be a trace of spiritual energy will penetrate into the barrel of wine, this method will make the wine mellow and luscious, but it is a test of the operator's strength and skill: this cup is obviously a mistake."

Chiko casually poured down the entire glass of wine, shook his head with some regret, and talked eloquently, and then, he turned and walked to the wine rack, and after carefully sifting through it, he picked up another bottle of wine.

"This bottle is just right."

He laughed and muttered to himself, completely oblivious to the eye contact between the two guests behind him, and the somewhat hideous faces.

The reception continues, but some things have changed.

For example, one of the things that made Barek unusually low in the future was that, despite all his best efforts to find the best wine he could find, both of his guests sat there the whole time.

Teetotal.

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“TheWheelofFortune。”

"The Wheel of Fortune."

"Hah! I have to admit. ”

"Morgan, you have a special kind of luck and fate, which is very interesting."

Magnus's happy snort was accompanied by another flash of his psionic energy, completely drowning the two genetic primitives and the three retinues.

When they stepped out of the teleportation circle again, they had changed into a different shape: it was a completely enclosed private magic room, apparently on the top floor of the Great Pyramid of Light, both the floor and the ceiling were black and white: if you looked closely, you would see that the [black] and [white] were constantly changing agate, constantly changing their positions, forming a very tacit synchronization with the light that the human pupil could catch, as if they were stationary.

"Fate."

Magnus softly sings this esoteric character, like a cat showing off the red laser dots it has captured.

"Fate, yes, of course."

"Of course I know fate, I know the fate of almost everyone, whether it's me or some of our unpopular savage brothers, I know it all."

The Genomorph of the Thousand Sons Legion winked at his blood relatives in a whisper that bordered on self-talk, deliberately showing off some of the little secrets he knew.

"Like one of our blood relatives, a brother you don't like so much, you've probably met him, Morgan, the self-proclaimed leader of the wolf pack, and he has some shady little secrets: curses and nightmares from the wheel of fortune."

"And I, I see."

"There's no wolf on Fenris, Morgan."

"But among the Fenris, that's not necessarily the case."

"They thought they could hide, but what they didn't know was ......"

"Nothing can be hidden in the face of psionic energy."

The Crimson Dynasty looked at his blood relatives and nuzzled his eyes, like a child showing off the candy in his palm.

"But we can't talk about it too much, can we?"

"After all, that would cause trouble for our brother, and although I had the slightest hope that he would be in trouble, it would be despicable if I did say it."

The Genogen of the Thousand Sons hummed a happy tune, and as he strode forward, as always, guiding Morgan to a rather large blue gem.

"Wheel of Fortune ......"

He sighed in his own voice, and that voice was mixed with thousands of emotions that penetrated the past, suffering, and endless trials.

"Fate, the only moment when I can feel this word from the bottom of my heart, without a doubt, is the moment when I first saw my legion on the high slopes of Prospero, what a happy moment it was, even I did not expect that it would be accompanied by the challenges and trials that fate brings."

"But, that's not important."

"Because I have overcome it, I have overcome the abominable fate, I have overcome the disease that seeks to enslave me and my offspring, and let the light of the deepest part of the subspace bloom in the real universe, bringing unprecedented miracles and futures."

"I am in control of my destiny."

"I have loosened the shackles of my heirs."

"I redeemed everyone, including myself."

"All the suffering, pain, and unwillingness have been defeated, imprisoned, and sealed away by me with the power of subspace, and they can no longer defeat me and my legions, and they can no longer resist the justice and compassion that come from the deepest part of subspace."

"That's there, that's the day."

"I shattered the wheel of fortune and left everything at its best."

"On that day, I went to the deepest part of the subspace, where I met the most ancient good will, where I found the ancient glory that had long been forgotten: I used my strength and wisdom to overcome their trials and obtain what was rightfully mine."

"Got my army of a thousand sons."

As he spoke, he smiled, and he whispered intoxicatedly, and the sincere feelings and brilliant tones made Ahriman and Amun, who were standing in the distance, bow their heads and shed tears of gratitude and happiness.

In this way, Magnus slowly lowered his head and looked at his blood relative: her face was dazed, of course she would be at a loss, after all, she was not a witness to all of this.

But, it doesn't matter.

"Come, Morgan, come and touch this sacred jewel, come and receive my gift, and I will send your vision to a wonderful paradise that will not exist in the whole galaxy, and show you how I have overcome those challenges and shattered the wheel of fate."

As he spoke, he smiled, and unquestionably took his blood hand, and placed it on the blue gem, and in an instant, nine rays of blue light slowly broke away from the gem and turned into a mirror that only Morgan could see.

The Master of the Second Legion accompanied Magnus with great indifference: though Morgan had whispered all the protective charms she knew by the time he began the ridiculous chant.

Magnus had enough time to recite a hundred incantations in one sentence, after all, those long tones and loud sighs were really time-consuming.

In this way, Morgan's pupils finally look into the mirror, and Magnus's narration ensues, and everything that the Spider Queen can see becomes a comical narration.

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"In the depths of Naya space, in the calmest and deepest ocean."

The raging waves swallowed every inch of the sea of souls that Morgan could see, like thousands of ghosts screaming with exhaustion.

"You can see the warm light, the warm breeze, and the ancient buildings full of love and beauty, exuding an eternal heaviness."

Screaming, twisting, changing, madness......

Only the ice-covered ocean can rival the blue in front of you, the biting cold wind mercilessly tears at every soul that can be captured, and in the mad and disorderly laughter, tens of millions of labyrinths and fortresses seem to be made of flesh and blood, kneaded and transformed by the invisible will, without even a moment of stay and stability.

"Walk through the wide avenue."

The muddy ground is littered with biting iron nails and pointed beaks.

"Look up at the immaculate night sky."

Countless eyeballs spread across every inch of the sky as far as the eye could see, looking at every visitor in unison.

"Feel the tranquility."

Roaring, laughing, never-ending.

"That's where I've been."

"That's when I started the challenge."

"This is the kingdom of ultimate redemption that I paid a part of my price."

The most rampant frenzied laughter was accompanied by a certain mountain-like figure, which flashed at the very end of the field of vision, and it was an abominable existence, a twisted serpent that snaked to the point where there was no end in sight, it had nine eyes, nine tails, layer by layer, in the eighty-one reincarnations, it was the eyeball of a genetic prototype, and the void around it that symbolized the price, far from being filled.

"You'll see those friendly creatures."

The huge figure of the mountain came and went as fast as it could, but in the blink of an eye, it had disappeared completely, while a large number of unborn and screaming demons pounced on them at all costs in the next second, competing for the little dust left behind by the great being, they devoured and bit each other, like pure beasts.

"You will see the contemplative wise man."

A bone-like laugh came from the center of the frenzied battlefield, accompanied by a raging wave of psionic energy, all the demons were shattered in despair, and in the midst of their pile of corpses stood a newcomer, a two-headed demon lord who had been laughing wildly, a unique darling of Tzeentch.

"It will greet you, welcome you, and have a long talk with you."

The two-headed Lord spotted the silver-haired visitor in the next moment, its invisible head screeching at the same time, eager to tear apart the poor intruder, its bony chest supporting its shriveled wings, and it looked like a dying old man, a mad prophet.

Morgan looked at it.

Looking at this guy who she felt a little familiar inexplicably.

Watch it laugh, watch it find itself in the future and the past, watch it laugh and laugh and laugh and ......laugh

"Hahahaha!"

"Hahaha."

"Haha......"

"Ha ......"

“……”

【……】

“……”

【……】

——————

[Boom.] 】

——————

That's the sound of saliva.

——————

What a pity.

Just phantoms.

Looking at the two-headed demon lord who hurriedly saluted him, and then disappeared in an instant as if he was avoiding a natural enemy, Morgan could only shake his head with great regret, and then walked out of this place with no new ideas.

When she looked up at Magnus's expectant gaze, her countenance had adjusted to the right exclamation.

……

[Eye-opening. 】

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Unfortunately, it is not possible to feast on it.

(End of chapter)