One of the primordials has fallen.

There were no more twists and turns, no procrastination of war, and the execution ended in an instant when the golden flame of the Lord of Mankind swept over the betrayed one.

Through Morgan's eyes and hands, the Emperor's wrath illuminated the darkest and most intense heavens as bright as day, and even the four arrogant gods had to hide from the edge for a while, shrinking their minions back beyond the reach of the flames, and facing the execution show with a deathly silence.

There was no resistance, no unexpected struggle, and although the giant serpent that was still holding itself up and devouring itself let out an angry roar the moment the flames burned it, eager to fight back, its already broken power was naturally no match for the Lord of Humanity, and its huge body and stubborn attitude only made the burning time required for the flames to kill its soul longer.

Just as the golden flames tore through the body of the giant serpent like sharp claws, Morgan, as a dependent and a first-person perspective in a sense, finally returned from that hazy state: in an instant, she found that she seemed to be in a very magical state, she couldn't control her actions, and she couldn't suppress the power that belonged to the emperor surging in her heart, but her senses were still keen, and her pupils were still clear.

In this way, Morgan witnessed how a genetic protogen died, and how an existence of his level was reduced to ashes in the silence of the emperor.

It's an unusually real experience, and it's an incredibly brutal process: unconsciously. A fine cold sweat was already on the neck and back of the Lord of Avalon, especially when she witnessed how Heydrich's body burned and charred under the golden flames, and finally collapsed.

[Is this the end?] 】

Morgan muttered to himself.

+ Won't be more complicated. ＋

The Emperor's voice was still cold, as if he was killing an enemy who had nothing to do with him, as if all the previous sighs, hesitations, and persuasions were just the most false plays.

+ Although Heydrich's power is many and complex, and in some sense, it can be called powerful, but it is not his own power, his real core, that is, his body and soul, have long been abandoned by his own hands, and he is now just a wisp of remnant soul, linking all kinds of unrelated taboo existences, piecing together a very terrible end result. ＋

+ But in the face of true trials, such a being is incomparably vulnerable: what can be given is not real power, only what you have gained through trials and trials is what you can grasp, real power. ＋

+ And more power is not always better: especially when they involve subspaces, or if you can't fully grasp them, those forces that go beyond the limits of your control will in turn deprive you of your personality and devour yourself. ＋

+ It is not strength that matters, but a clear self-awareness, a complete soul and a strong will: those who have these beliefs cannot lack strength. ＋

+ Remember this, which is important for your future path, and at the same time, remember all that is in front of you, and remember that I will not deprive you of the memory of all this, and I will not deprive Johnson and Riemanrus of what you deserve. ＋

【……】

"I will, father. 】

Morgan's voice was soft, like a dead leaf drifting in the cold wind, and she lifted a hand in a trance, feeling some golden element flowing through her veins: these things seemed to have been there all along, but they had only just been awakened.

In the dark, the Lord of Avalon sensed that her power had increased, but she couldn't tell which ones were enhanced: she could feel that in the real universe, the Grand Fleet had completed its withdrawal, and countless deadly extinction weapons had already been aimed at the Dead Star, just waiting for the final order from the Genetic Primordial.

She could also feel that the battle of her three blood relatives was nearing the end: with the last wisp of Heydrich's obsession annihilated in the emperor's firelight, the body of the star god controlled by him was gradually approaching the end, and the already scarred body gradually began to struggle, and the uncontrolled star god power raged on the cracked wounds, and the primordials also keenly grasped this, and their offensive momentum was becoming unprecedentedly fierce.

After all, even if Heydrich had fallen, once the fragments of the will of the Star God, which had been suppressed by his obsession, regained control of the body, those things could turn out to be much worse: at least for those fleets in low Earth orbit, the power of the Star God was far worse than Heydrich's.

It's just that......

[Do you really care, father? 】

Morgan moved her fingers a little stiffly, she felt the emperor's power wander over her: this power obviously did not belong to her, she only had [usufage] and not [ownership], but despite this, the Lord of Avalon could still clearly feel the power of this power, she had never faced it so intuitively in the face of a power far superior to hers.

She was sure that she could do whatever was flashing through her mind at the moment if she wanted to: meddle in the battle on the Dead Star, erase the dying throes of the shards of the Star God; Approaching the farther subspace frontiers, allowing the gaze of the four gods to temporarily leave her brother's remains; Or set off a new subspace storm that will affect the waves of the real universe to repel the space necrons that are hovering beyond the galaxy.

……

No, the last one is not needed: after Heydrich's obsession fell, the soulless alien fleets had begun to slowly disperse on their own, and only a few remained in the middle of nowhere, so little that a new war could be started, perhaps waiting to recover the remains of the Silent Star.

Obviously, for some unknown reason, these armies of space necromancers are not willing to engage in any head-on conflict with the current human empire: perhaps because most of their war machines are still asleep, or perhaps because they have no mutual trust in each other.

+ Let them do it themselves, without fear for their safety: since Conrad will join them, it proves that everything will end, and you have to have confidence in the results of your education, my daughter Morgan. ＋

The Lord of Humanity was silent for a long time before responding to Morgan's words, and he kept looking at the remains burning in the golden flames, as if waiting for something, the sun's rays shining as far as they could, constantly containing the tentacles of the Chaos gods: it seemed to be a confrontation, and the emperor was preparing to guard something under the wrath of the gods.

+ Moreover, you should also think about your brothers: they have shed enough blood and lost so much in this fight, and they need a victory, a victory that can still be used as a spiritual solace and reward, even if it is not a good deal. ＋

+ They need to kill an enemy, they need to cut off a head, they need a sign to prove their victory, to put an end to their inner obsessions, to make them feel that their sacrifices and efforts are worth it: otherwise, their inner obsessions will take root, grow stronger, and cause unnecessary disasters in the future. ＋

【……】

"I never thought you would care about such things, father. 】

Morgan blinked, she didn't contain the consternation in her heart.

+ I can take care of your hearts when I can take care of them: it's not that I don't want to, it's not that I don't understand, it's that I can't. ＋

The Emperor slowly spat out the words, he looked a little sad, his palm outstretched, and the pale golden light shone faintly like a lighthouse in a storm, attracting the falling dust: Morgan could feel that the dust was the last vestige of some primordial.

Will you take these with you? 】

+ Yes, I will take the most central parts of him and seal him in the underground vaults of the palace of Terra: everything about Heydrich is indeed an abominable tragedy, but the cause of the problem is not in him, and what I have placed in him is also infallible, and if I have time, I will try to fix him. ＋

[After he has committed so many irreparable atrocities? 】

+ There is no need to worry about it, the real Heydrich is dead, and even if I fix it, it will be a new individual: of course, whether I can fix him or not is unknown in itself, but in any case, I will make the most of what he has left. ＋

【……】

+ And I will leave you with the rest: do not be too greedy, my daughter, you have gained enough in this war, do not look at your brothers any more, and delve into the power you now feel. ＋

+ Only what you have in your own hands is the right path: plundering others may lead to a momentary prestige, but only what you build with your own hands can last forever. ＋

"I see, father. 】

In the eyes of the Lord of Avalon, there was something strange that flickered: when Morgan completely came out of her ignorance, when her mind became active, the momentary confusion receded like a tide, and now, the genetic prototype began to care about those more practical things.

[Are you going to leave like this: erase everything about this place by the way?] 】

+ I can't stay here for long: there will still be people who remember it, but no one will remember more details about it except the three of you, and some of your brothers have volunteered to let me erase their memories of Heydrich. ＋

[Let me think: Horus is not included?] 】

＋…… ＋

+ You always like to mention him. ＋

[Isn't it because of you: only preference brings attention.] 】

＋…… ＋

The Lord of Mankind looked away from his disillusioned son and into the soul of his daughter, and he sadly found that the comforting Morgan had disappeared because of his ignorance: the original Morgan had returned, and he was still the same tiring fellow.

The Emperor sighed.

+ What exactly are you trying to say? ＋

[Some practical problems.] 】

Morgan blinked, showing that she was in a good mood: there was one thing that the Lord of Avalon had to admit, and that was that when the power of the Emperor was rushing through her heart, when the light of the Lord of Humanity prevented the Chaos Gods from approaching her, the Spider Empress felt a sense of security like a desperate lost person who saw the flames of civilization in the dark night, and felt relieved.

With this ease, she can also start to care about other things.

[Now that the war is over, it's time for us to think about something else: we have traveled thousands of miles, overcome obstacles, and eliminated unimaginable opponents and hidden dangers, such an act can be called a heroic feat, a great feat, worthy of honor and rewards. 】

[Merit will be rewarded, guilt will be punished, this is a truth that even I understand, I think you are also very clear: so now, since the honor has been forgotten by everyone and cannot be mentioned, then the reward that should be given must be more generous, isn't it? ] 】

＋…… ＋

The Lord of Humanity was silent, and he clutched the last few wisps of dust in his hands.

+ A dozen of your brothers are bleeding across the galaxy, and nineteen legions are tormented in countless war purgatory: not all victories need to be embellished, and not every victor will be rewarded for their exploits. ＋

[Put away your words, father, I'm not Johnson, you can't convince me: my brothers have their own honor of their own, and each of their small victories will be spread to all parts of the galaxy by countless narrators and cameras, and this honor itself is part of the reward. 】

[And we are different: if nothing else, do you think I don't know what others say about me?] Have you not heard the rumors of the weakness of the Lord of Avalon and her legions, who have been attacked against my legions, accusing me of never bringing real benefits and great victories to the Empire. 】

＋…… ＋

+ I thought you would never care about these false reputations. ＋

[I don't care, but I'm not some of the Otrama fools, and besides, my sons care about this, and the lack of honor frustrates them: I need something more practical to make up for it.] 】

＋…… ＋

[And, it's not just me: Conrad and Alpha don't need me to worry, but Johnson and Riemanrus, they also gave a lot in the war, and since you want to erase everything we have done with forgetting, then you must make up for us with something more practical.] 】

＋…… You guys? ＋

[There's no stronger emotion than comradeship, is it? 】

＋…… ＋

+ You don't need to worry about Ruth: he got the best compensation from me. ＋

What about Johnson? 】

＋…… ＋

+ He never told me what he wanted: you know what? ＋

【……】

Morgan blinked.

"I don't know. 】

+ Expected. ＋

The Lord of Humanity let out a long sigh, his gaze becoming merciless as he looked at the Chaos Gods who were still hovering in the distance, and the golden light fell, taking out the dazzling boiling energy from the remains of the giant beast and placing it in front of the Lord of Avalon.

Morgan raised his hands and grasped the boiling energy as if he had been in possession.

What the hell is this thing? 】

+ You haven't figured it out? ＋

[Before that, I had speculated about its identity, I thought it was a collection of souls or memories, but as I explored the subspace more deeply, this view has become shaky: it is more like a pure subspace energy, a treasure that even the gods cannot forcibly take away.] 】

+ That's right. ＋

The Emperor nodded, and he watched as Morgan stuffed the boiling energy into his chest, watching to see if his heirs were still unwell, guarding the gods: mainly Slaanesh, the greedy gaze that kept casting on the place.

+ Remember, you and your brothers, each of you is incomparable and invincible: even the gods can only seduce and frame your will, persecute you with torment and pain, and not forcibly turn you into their slaves. ＋

+ As long as you stand, as long as you are strong and unyielding, even the gods will have nothing to do with you: but if you give in, if you give up your souls, then everything is really irreparable. ＋

+ Sustain your pride, protect your soul, do not be weak, and do not be overly paranoid like Heydrich: each of you has endless possibilities, and each of you can be the best, as I said before, I may indeed have a preference among you, but I expect the same from each of you. ＋

+ Whether it's you, Riemannus, or even Conrad: you all have the potential to be the best, to be what I look forward to, to be the one who surpasses me. ＋

【……】

[Become a war commander? 】

＋…… ＋

+ If you want: Yes. ＋

+ But why are you dwelling so much on this unimportant word? ＋

[Because it has become some kind of obvious symbol: the best, the greatest, and the most favored one in the original body will become the commander of the empire.] 】

+ This is not the case. ＋

[Perhaps, but you don't want to clarify this, do you: just like if Johnson didn't say it, you would have chosen to turn a blind eye to the great sacrifice of the Dark Angel Legion, and turn a deaf ear. 】

＋…… ＋

+ You care a lot about Johnson. ＋

[Yes, just as Horus will defend the Angels of the Holy Blood before you, and Foggrim will be willing to speak for the Iron Hand at any time: does that displease you?] 】

+ No: What do you want? ＋

【……】

Morgan sighed.

She didn't want to discuss it if she could, but she knew very well that if she didn't say it at this time, then her genius genetic father and eldest brother would let the situation of the Dark Angel Legion continue to erode in some kind of strange silence: the First Legion could no longer afford such a toss, and now was the last chance to salvage their decline.

Merely......

……

Isn't this something that only the First Legion Lords would think about?

Well......

Forget it: you can't really count on Johnson in this matter.

[You should know better than me that the number of the Dark Angel Legion has been cut in half, and there are only more than 30,000 veterans, and although Luthor has returned to Caliban, the power of the Terra officials is also deeply rooted there: but even so, Johnson will not stop his expedition, and he will continue to advance in the shadow of the Empire until the entire First Legion is overwhelmed. 】

[Although neither the Randan War nor Heydrich's madness can fundamentally destroy the Dark Angel Legion, after these two apocalypse-level wars, it is still necessary to maintain a high-intensity expeditionary operation for a century, which will indeed make the First Legion completely collapse. 】

＋…… ＋

The Emperor nodded.

+ I see. ＋

Without waiting for Morgan to speak, the Lord of Mankind was as good as a stream.

+ I will tell Johnson that the Praetorian Army will take over a group of Dark Angel bases, allowing the scattered Terra veterans to return to the Legion: as a reward for the war, the First Legion can also conduct a maximum conscription on the Holy Terra, and receive a second exclusive Forge World, just like Gramayer. ＋

Morgan blinked, she knew that few legions had earned such honor: since the Great Expedition began, Holy Terra was no longer the primary recruiting ground for any legion.

(The Imperial Fist should have started using Terra as a conscription ground after Dorn became a Terra Praetorian Guard, which was already at the end of the Great Expedition, and before that, the Imperial Fist preferred to recruit recruits for its own legions in Inwitt or the Vanquished.) ）

+ In addition, I will also give Machado an order to repatriate the Terra officials in Caliban in an orderly manner, and give Luthor real power, as well as the power of Caliban to act cheaply: since you are so optimistic about that Luther, let's wait and see how he performs. ＋

[Aren't you going to order Johnson to rest on his home planet for a while? 】

+ Not every command I give will be absolutely carried out by him: and there are things that are indeed unavoidable, which are his glory and his burdens. ＋

+ If you really care about his situation, you might as well share some of your research with him: not too much, just the first three passes in the advanced surgery will be enough to restore the decline of the Dark Angel Legion, and even affect more legions. ＋

【……】

Morgan frowned.

[I can do share, but I'm also concerned that divulging my research would lead to some unintended results, such as the countless Astarte armies from Otlama.] 】

+ Are you afraid of Killiman? ＋

[Avalon is close to the five hundred worlds: just prepared. 】

＋…… ＋

The Emperor was silent for a moment.

+ You'd better do it and trust Johnson's level of secrecy.+

【……】

+ But in addition to this, you can keep your other little secrets, present and future: your brothers Johnson and Ferus have received gifts from me and protect them, and you may not be able to obtain them, but you can obtain them yourself. ＋

The emperor changed his words.

+ If you want, you can also take a trip to Holy Terra after this war: your brothers have all had similar experiences, and you should be no exception, and your legion can also conduct the highest priority round of conscription in Holy Terra and the Sun Field, and get the privilege of conscripting in any world in the galaxy. ＋

[Does it include the five hundred worlds?] 】

＋…… ＋

+ In addition, although I can't give you such a reward as Gramayer, the [Triple Galaxy] of the Far Eastern Star Domain is yours, and as for the Titan Legion or the Knight Family, it depends on your own ability. ＋

+ How? ＋

【……】

[Deal.] 】

+ So be it. ＋

The Emperor let out a long sigh at the end, the conversation with Morgan seemed more haggard than an entire Apocalypse War, and then he clenched his palms and imprisoned the disappointed heir in his soul, his deep gaze detached from the previous bargain, and placed it one last time on the body of the beast that had almost caused a catastrophe, as dull as an abyss, making it impossible to figure out what he was thinking.

He looked at the chaos, the majestic figure seemed to be ricketed at a certain moment, and it didn't seem to be, on that resolute face, there seemed to be a hot drop of gold dripping, but people couldn't see the tears.

+ Go back. ＋

He said.

+ They will fix everything. ＋

The Emperor pointed to the still massive corpse of the beast, a monster created by Heydrich that could not even be dealt with immediately by the Lord of Humanity, but the scavengers had already waited: at the very edge of the golden wave, the gods of chaos were silently greedy, their claws sharp, and their saliva falling in the void.

The Lord of Humanity looked at them from afar, he stood in front of Morgan, his light blocking the gods' desire to look at the original genome, and his gloomy face wrote in his heart: this time, the Lord of Humanity had to admit his defeat, and the gods destroyed his attempts with only the simplest plunder, silently mocking the arrogant fantasies of the challengers with grand slaughter.

This time, he lost.

But next time, not necessarily.

+ The world of the Behemoths will be shattered by fleets, the souls of the Behemoths will be devoured by the gods, the remains of the Behemoths will be dragged away by the aliens, it is all over, and there is no reason for us to stay in this place. ＋

+ After this, I will not order any ships of the Empire to come here, and places beyond the Star Torch are still too dangerous for humanity now. ＋

Morgan nodded, she didn't deny the emperor's opinion, but there were still a few doubts in her pupils.

[Is it really safe to hand everything over to those chaos gods like this?] 】

+ Don't worry, Chaos covets the power and filth of the corpses, the ecstasy and distortion of eating this half-sized kind, not what it really does them good: the gods have always been moody, and they are accustomed to putting their emotions above reality. ＋

The Emperor whispered, he put away his light, and as the golden flames receded, the madness from the depths of the Supreme Heaven swept over like a storm, and the Lord of Humanity had to wave his hand to dispel the darkness that was too close to protect his still fragile heir.

+ And they have to know what good it is, after all, your brother...... ＋

——————

"He's dead."

Conrad spoke slowly: this is not a question of confusion and rhetoric, but of relief.

"Heydrich, he's dead."

“……”

"He should have died a long time ago."

Conrad was answered only by a long silence and a metallic roar, and after a period of silence, the angry spitting of the Caliban.

“…… Is it Morgan? ”

On the other side, the wolf king of Fenris clenched his Bacchus Spear and staggered to his feet, wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth, not forgetting to care about the injuries of the blood relatives beside him: the Bacchus Spear, which had always been against Heydrich's Star Body, was now more [neat] than any of the genetic prototypes.

"Not Morgan."

Conrad looked up, he carefully feeling the fluctuations in the subspace.

"A more powerful man: he drove Morgan's unmatched power to put an end to all this chaos and kill the last few of our brothers' obsessions."

“…… Whole father?! ”

A hoarse growl erupted in Riemanruth's throat, and Johnson's brow twitched unconsciously.

"The Emperor? He's right here? ”

"No, he's gone."

Midnight Wraith shook his head, his eyes looking at the subspace a little confused, but quickly regaining his firmness, and then, with his head down, he pulled out the box from his tattered cloak that had caused him and Johnson to argue: the deadly blade lay quietly inside, emitting a ghostly glow that even the Genogens feared.

Both the lion king and the wolf king's gaze involuntarily shifted, and Conrad just dragged his tired body, moving little by little: as he passed by Riemanruth, he glanced at the Fenris rather vaguely, and then the two genetic prototypes nodded in agreement.

So, the Midnight Ghost walked up to Johnson and stuffed the box into Johnson's hand without saying a word.

"I told you, Johnson: If the key to the war really fell into your hands, then I would naturally hand over this weapon to you, and now I will fulfill my promise."

"Take it, use it to shatter that symbol of depravity, we need someone to deliver this final blow, to mark the end of this war: you are the one who is most qualified to swing this blow, Johnson, and your sacrifice is obvious to all."

"Thank you, my Caliban brother."

“……”

Conrad grinned, his Nostramo smile still unchanged, still permeating: but despite this, this time, Johnson really couldn't feel the slightest malice in Conrad's face, or in his words.

The Caliban, almost stiff on all fours, was forced into his hand by Conrad, and it wasn't until Riemannus, too, walked over with difficulty and patted Johnson on the shoulder with a smile that the Lion King reacted.

“……”

The lion's gaze was deep, he glanced at Conrad and then at Riemanrus, and finally said nothing, just nodded, tightened his grip on the deadly blade, and turned and walked up.

In the darkness, the blade that had been prepared for the Spider Empress fell to the ground at some point, but no one cared, and behind Johnson, the voice of the Fenris was wrapped in a cold wind of confusion, which could be heard clearly by everyone in the room.

"Is the whole father coming?"

Conrad nodded.

"Yes."

“……”

"He took ...... That guy? ”

“…… Yes. ”

“……”

The Wolf King was silent for a moment.

"What is the whole father going to do: is he going to forgive this bastard?"

“……”

"I don't know."

This is Conrad.

"I don't care."

This is Johnson.

Both responses exploded in the empty hall almost simultaneously, and then, with only the icy cold wind echoing, only the First Legion's genetic prototype clenched its blade and arrived at the relic, struggling, eager to redeem defeat with the madness of the ancient gods.

The Lion King raised his blade, the light on the edge that made the shards of the Star God tremble, remembering how their greatness had been shattered by the light countless years ago.

Johnson didn't give these ancient gods a chance to continue their dying struggle, his movements were clean, his blade swung down, and the cold light flashed, tearing at the neck of his prey like a hunting lion, and it was the end of everything in an instant.

"I don't care what my father did."

"The Emperor may forgive him, he may fix him, or he may let this fellow come to the world again in another way: in any case, it is not something I need to care about, I only care about what the Emperor commands me to do, not what the Emperor himself does."

“……”

“……”

"Maybe one day, the emperor will really forgive this guy Heydrich."

“……”

"But I won't."

"Never, never."

……

Well...... How so......

Originally, this one wasn't so early, but the comment area of the previous one was directly arguing, and I had to hurry up to get this one done.

For your questions...... emmm,I admit that my recent essay is really wrong.,Actually, I'm also very uncomfortable writing myself.,I just think that if you end this plot hastily, it's no different from a bad ending.,I can only write it by force......

Thankfully, it passed......

But I have to make one thing clear: that is, in yesterday's picture, Heydrich is dead! Whether it's [Enough Flame to Kill Him] and [The Last Word of Life], I think this hint is obvious enough, I just don't want him to die too ugly, and it's more euphemistic, but he did die yesterday (covering his face)

As for the argument in the previous one, it was just the hospice care of the original body, and even Conrad had the treatment.

Actually, he should have died last month, the problem is that I had a high cold and fever two days ago, and my state exploded, so I had to delay until this time......

Well...... My pot...

Finally, push the group again: 684947131, the group name is currently Killiman's little secret (Le)

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