"Of course there will be bloodshed."

"After all, Horus may have a myriad of shortcomings, but giving up is definitely not one of them: both he and the Shadowmoon Wolf are accustomed to seeing great sacrifice as a necessary path to victory."

"They're always like that: Gastarin has changed and I'm not even trying to remember the stranger faces, because they're going to disappear for the next decapitation."

The corners of St. Giles' mouth curled slightly, and a smile hung on his angelic countenance, but between his mouths there was a whisper of the chill of the ruthless, like the indifference that bloomed in his pupils.

"Honestly, this kind of sacrifice is a little tiresome: Horus and his wolf cubs are certainly likeable, but not all the time."

"Isn't it, my sister?"

As he spoke, under the cover of his over-the-top wings, the archangel of Baal moved his dazzling blonde hair, and his flawless countenance was revealed, and he did not expect to smile at his sister: a smile perfect enough to bear the laws of the Empire, and anyone who dared to refuse this smile would surely be a great rebel.

[I'm afraid I can't comment on that: you know, I haven't really stood side by side with the Shadowmoon Wolves, and I haven't even met the famous Gastarin.] 】

Morgan blinked, his gaze slightly deflected, avoiding the sharp edge of St. Giles: after her first conversation with the archangel, she had already gotten to know the perfect brother who was hot on the outside and cold on the inside, and she was well aware of the bad taste in his heart.

Although St. Giles didn't mind [denigrating] his dear brother of the wolf shepherd god in front of a wise man like Morgan, if the Spider Empress dared to express the slightest agreement: she was greeted by the ferocious language of the Archangel of Baal.

First stretch, then lure, and finally defeat the opponent who rushes deeper: this genetic prototype of the Holy Blood Angel Legion is really a master of playing elastic defense tactics.

"I can't say that, after all, isn't Abaddon on the Far Eastern frontier? He was the best of the Gastarins, and Horus could not find a temporary successor. ”

Unable to do so, St. Giles was not frustrated, he withdrew his gaze and wings, and turned his attention back to the tension between Horus and Machado.

[Abaddon is alive and well with me, full of energy every day, and has gained a lot of weight recently, and the original iron riding type is a little too much to stuff him: this is not quite in line with the gastalin in your mouth. 】

"A good man has his own blessings, doesn't he?"

The archangel snorted lightly, and this action paused the conversation between the two genetic primitives, and for the rest of the time, they just stood quietly on the sidelines, acting as a noble backdrop for this courtyard war.

It is a bit inappropriate to say that this is a war: it is just that Horus is angrily questioning unilaterally, and Machado is sometimes silent, sometimes retorting, but always makes the wolf shepherd's anger more violent.

The wolf god stood on the side of the table, his left hand not wearing the infamous [Claw of Horus], but still clutching the edge of the stone table, the stubborn stone as fragile as a softened biscuit in his rage.

Few people dared to disobey the wolf god so much in front of him.

Especially a mortal.

Horus's anger even spat out a hint of laughter.

"Bloodshed? Do you think I'm going to be afraid of bloodshed, palm printer? ”

"Among the stars, I have shed my blood for decades for the Emperor's dream, and my blood is enough to build myself a magnificent palace in the land of Terra: for this the Emperor is my staunchest supporter."

The wolf god stretched out a hand and pointed into the distance that no one could see.

"Look at it, Palm Sealer: right in the very center of the Palace of Terra, right in that square of the Heroes, my bloodshed has earned me a statue of pure white marble, standing alongside each one of my brothers worthy of remembrance."

"That is the emperor's recognition of us, that is the proof of our glory and merit, that is the glory that a guy like Ling who grovels before him will never be able to get."

"Whenever you walk by there and see our statues, don't you feel ashamed of your poor thin body, you old thing?"

Horus scoffed.

"I suppose that makes your poor heart feel jealous, doesn't it?"

"You know, you will never get such a reward, for these statues will only be given to the warriors who stand at the emperor's side and fight with him, and not to the servants who grovel at his feet, like you: this supreme glory is not available to you mortals, so it is not surprising that the flame of jealousy burns in your heart."

“……”

"Glory?"

The Palm Printmaker chuckled quietly.

Although he had been trying to maintain his solemnity, when Horus's words entered his ears, he couldn't help but have a sarcastic smile on his old face.

The words of the wolf shepherd god were indeed sharp, and some of them pierced the heart of the palm seal like a sharp knife, and no one could detect it, but the emperor's heir obviously could not grasp the sharp knife of words, so when Machado slowly got up and looked at Horus, the knife had already been snatched by him.

"Horus."

The palm printmaker spread out his hand.

"Now, in this galaxy, while you are counting your so-called honors and conquests before me, there are countless mortals and warriors fighting on the far front, they are unknown and inconspicuous, and no one can remember their names and sacrifices: but it is their blood and sweat that allows the banner of the Empire to be planted in every corner of the galaxy."

"They are the real victims, they have given something more precious than you: their own lives, and they have received so little compared to you, that their names will not be sung in a million worlds, they will not stand beside the emperor in any ceremony, and they will not have their own marble statues in the palace."

"What qualifications and power do you have compared to them to boast of your devotion and sacrifice?

"Without those mortals, you and your legions would not be able to reunite the entire galaxy even if it takes 10,000 years, and compared to the efforts and sacrifices of those mortals, you are like a child spoiled by the emperor, putting a pile of meaningless marble and dyes that is more important than countless living lives."

"If your glory is worth only a few hundred tons of white marble and a little boasting, then I am really sorry for your legion: the blood shed by the Shadowmoon Wolves before they reunited with you weighs far more than these things!"

“……”

The wolf shepherd didn't reply immediately, he stared at the palm printman deadly, his trembling fingers illustrating his inhibition: from beginning to end, Horus was desperately trying to suppress the urge to break the palm print's body into pieces, but straightened up and looked down at the old thing condescendingly.

Under this extreme rage, the wolf shepherd god calmed down, his countless bloody battles kept him from getting carried away, his pupils became shrewd and cold, flashing with a light more terrifying than thousands of blades.

"Boast as much as you want, old man."

Horus chuckled.

"You and I both know that the mortals and warriors you boast of were nothing more than a bunch of cowards who wept bitterly in the Age of Strife in the Age of Strife: if it weren't for the Emperor's appearance, without our leadership, they wouldn't even be qualified to shed their blood and die on the front lines of the Great Expedition."

"Do you think they have nothing under the Double-Headed Eagle: no, they can get rid of that vulgar life, they can participate in the greatest causes, they can accept the emperor and our leadership, which in itself is a great reward!"

“……”

The palm printer's breath stagnated, his eyes narrowed, the smile on his lips retracted, and he looked at Horus with a serious face, and the next sentence seemed rather heavy.

"Tell me, Horus: do you think ruling over those mortals is a gift to them?"

The wolf god grinned.

"Oh, Palm Sealer, do you know: everyone I meet tells me about your antiquity and experience, that you yourself were born in the chaos of the Age of Strife, so you must know better than I that in this otherwise crazy and depraved galaxy, the establishment of an order, even the order of a tyrant, is a great cause for which they are grateful."

"Besides, if you don't commit these stupid words, I won't be a tyrant, will I?"

Horus stepped forward and strode beside the table, his fingers embedded in his iron fist slicing across the stone table, making a sound like metal grinding.

"We conquer, we rule, we establish order, drag them out of the cannibalism of ignorance, and cover the madness of their minds with the banner of the Empire: a great reward in itself, and obedience is only a necessary price to pay."

"They are indeed dying."

"But without us, they wouldn't have been able to make meaningful sacrifices."

"You always say that the times make heroes: but it is the emperor and us who bring the times."

"Dear uncle."

With that, Horus strolled to the side of the Palm Printmaker, and he leaned down so that his whisper and gaze could be caught by the Palm Seal's pupils at the same time.

"That's what our genes are all about, what it means to be who we are."

“……”

[Did he always think so?] 】

Horus's whispers echoed unmistakably through the courtyard, but fortunately there were no outsiders around the area, except for the two original bodies with their own minds.

Morgan looked at St. Giles, his brow furrowed slightly: although it was not surprising that Horus could say these words, she still felt incredible when Morgan really heard these arrogant words being uttered word by word by the wolf herding god.

After all, as a genetic protogenist who had talked deeply with the Lord of Mankind, Morgan knew very well that the words that had just come out of Horus's mouth were contrary to the Emperor's dreams: this was too ridiculous.

You know, no matter what kind of ambition and arrogant nature Horus has, but before all this, he was also the most favored child who had fought side by side with the emperor for thirty years, and he was also the one who loved the emperor the most.

In those long thirty years, there must have been countless profound heart-to-heart conversations between father and son, as well as imagination for the future: even if the emperor only revealed a little about his plans for the future of the empire, with Horus's blind worship of the emperor, it would never be arrogant enough to say these words.

And if the Emperor had never spoken freely to Horus about his ideals......

Doesn't that sound even more ridiculous?

You know, since Morgan's official return, she has only spoken to the Lord of Humanity five or six times, but in this way, she has been able to roughly understand or deduce many of the emperor's plans for the future.

And Morgan's relationship with the emperor is definitely not close.

But Horus, who was the Emperor's favorite son, and no one in the Empire could argue with that, had accompanied the Emperor for thirty years, thirty years: none of the other genetic prototypes could have lasted so long.

With so long together, would Horus not know what the emperor wanted?

Or is it that at the very beginning of the life of the wolf shepherd, when his ideals, bottom line, outlook on life and world view had not yet been formed, the emperor abandoned this best time, and did not let Horus become a like-minded heir to him: instead, let time pass in vain?

【……】

That's ridiculous.

Morgan frowned, she questioned whether the scene in front of her was real, or was it all a reflection of Horus's exquisite acting?

……

She believes in the latter more.

But then, the words from St. Giles shattered Morgan's doubts.

"Horus doesn't usually do that."

The archangel tilted his head slightly, calmly watching the battle in the middle of the courtyard, he didn't seem to feel anything about Horus's words, and he didn't seem to be more angry at Machado's accusations, just like the real angels in mythology, carrying the indifference and alienation that fell from the sky, looking down on the struggle for power between these earthly people.

"Horus is a warm sun on weekdays, but you know, the sun also has heat, and he will not be merciful to those who provoke and disobey: but, then again, Horus is still a gentle man compared to our other brothers."

"You know, Morgan, he's already restrained: not everyone can suppress their innate greatness in extreme anger, especially when it comes to one of our brothers, what does it make if you offend another genoplasm and offend us?"

St. Giles winked at his blood relative, and then he found Morgan in a brief moment of deep thought.

After a moment's thought, the Lord of Avalon softly called out to the psionic aura around him, and with a fleeting flash, there was a delicate fruit bowl in Morgan's palm. There were a few fresh fruits dripping with dew on them.

The archangel's eyes lit up.

[What do you think of Machado's words?] 】

Seeing St. Giles happily unceremoniously pick the largest fruit from the bowl, Morgan smiled and took the opportunity to ask his brother for advice.

"Not good."

The archangel took a bite of the fruit.

"I don't care what he says."

[Including attitudes towards mortals?] 】

"Morgan, my sister, I will not maliciously harm innocent mortals, nor will I let my heirs do so: but that's all. I am not obligated or in the mood to do more. ”

One side of the archangel's cheek bulged from nibbling on fruit.

"What does that have to do with us?"

As he spoke, St. Giles continued to chew on the fruit, but soon, his complexion became a little delicate.

"Hmm...... It's a bit of a strange taste, is this an Avalon specialty? ”

[No, this is what is inside the Terra Palace, it's just that it has just experienced some twists and turns.] 】

“…… Twists and turns? ”

[Yes, the one you ate was the Divine Terra in the Emperor's hand not long ago. 】

“……？”

The archangel raised his brow, and then, he opened his mouth, and hesitated, but after glancing at the fruit in his hand, which had already eaten a few bites, St. Giles decided that it was better not to waste food.

And just as the Lord of Avalon also took out a pomegranate and enjoyed this wonderful afternoon tea with her blood relatives, a cracking sound came from the two of them.

I saw that the poor stone table had been torn apart by a heavy blow from Horus, and on both sides of its wreckage, the wolf herder and the palm seal were facing each other, they were about two to three meters apart, one glaring angrily, the other face like frost.

[It looks like the situation has escalated.] 】

Morgan slowly flicked the pomegranate in his hand.

"It's a little faster than I thought: don't you go and save Machado, while the current situation is not irreparable, maybe he will still have a life."

I saw that St. Giles had already gnawed off his first fruit, swallowed the pit and the fruit into his belly, and then, he quickly picked up the second one: the archangel looked more like he was simply eating than enjoying, and Morgan even had to suspect that the pair of wings on his back, which were bigger than his body, made St. Giles burn a lot more calories than the other originals.

And in the face of the archangel's inquiry, she just fought back unceremoniously.

[Then why don't you reveal the secret to your Horus: as long as our revered wolf shepherd god gives up on his own, all this will not happen at all.] 】

"I forgot, didn't I?"

St. Giles asked rhetorically with a smile, and he threw the fruit into his mouth, then stroked the hideous bite mark on his hand: the mark was still not gone, and when the archangel's fingers caressed it, a moment of gloom flashed on his immaculate face.

"I remember our conversation, so I should forget about other things."

Then why don't you hint at it to your dear Horus? As I did to you, St. Giles, don't tell me he won't listen to you. 】

The archangel spread his hands.

"Horus and I do have a good relationship, but in this matter he can only be surprised, and then gently and firmly reject my persuasion."

"He's a very determined man."

"Besides, since I'm going to keep this secret, I should keep [I have a secret] in itself, shouldn't I?"

【…… Truly. 】

[The secret itself should be preserved, not its contents.] 】

Morgan nodded, talking to a brother as smart as the Archangel would always make her mood slightly pleasant.

[Just like now: if the four people present want to keep the conversation between Horus and Machado secret, then we should fundamentally deny that this conversation ever took place, and the emperor did not want people to know about that brother, so the brother itself became a secret.] 】

"It makes sense, but one thing is wrong."

The angel smiled, and after successfully attracting Morgan's attention, he took the third fruit and snorted in a remote direction.

"Maybe it's not just the four of us who went through this meeting, Morgan."

【……】

Morgan turned her head and looked in the direction St. Giles had pointed out, and then she saw a head belonging to Nostramo poking out beyond the tree wall at the edge of the courtyard, with those shining, black hairs that trembled, and poked it around.

Conrad has grown out of the grass!

【……】

How did she forget about this guy?

"A brother I haven't met: I think he's Conrad, right?"

There was a smile in the archangel's eyes.

"I've heard of the versions of the story before, and our brother's reputation wasn't very good: but when I saw him in person, I thought he was pretty good."

"Is this your credit?"

[Not bad?] Your rating is a little too lenient, isn't it? 】

"Compared to the other brothers: for example, the one in front of us."

The archangel shrugged his shoulders and did not hesitate to betray the wolf herder, who was close to him, before turning his head and closing his eyes to enjoy his fruit.

【…… That's true. 】

Morgan nodded.

"However, since Conrad is here, it will be a little more difficult to keep this secret today, Morgan: you are Conrad's educator, do you know how to make him learn to shut up?"

[Just use your feet.] 】

“……？”

Ignoring the second confusion from St. Giles, Morgan directly locked his gaze on her Nostramo brother: Conrad was like a meerkat out of a hole, leaning up his slender neck and looking at the situation from afar.

Morgan flicked a string of psionic communications directly into his head.

[How did you get here?] 】

“……！”

On the distant tree wall, Conrad was startled, then turned his spotlight to his sister and threw the pendant into his mouth, and the voice of the Midnight Wraith rang in Morgan's head.

"No way."

Midnight Ghost's voice was still a little out of the woods, and it seemed that he was satisfied with being able to enjoy such a big scene.

"I followed the sound and came here, and you know that Horus made this movement so great that it was like the hiccups of Riemanlus that could shake the moon down: you can't pay attention to it."

【……】

[You're not afraid of being beaten: Horus and St. Giles aren't small fish and shrimps. 】

"To be able to see such a big drama, being beaten is worth the ticket price."

Morgan's vision wandered over Conrad's body, and when he saw the well-groomed robes being torn up in the tree wall, and even hanging a lot of leaves, the genogen felt a high blood pressure that he had not seen in a long time.

Not to mention, there were two other Praetorian soldiers behind Conrad at this moment: they were obviously watching the strange Primordial, but even through the heavy helmet, Morgan could feel the confusion they exuded when Conrad was so integrated into nature.

【……】

Shame on this kid for Terra.

Morgan ignored Conrad's fantastic analogy, glanced at St. Giles, who was stinking at the fruit, and threw an eviction order at the Midnight Ghost.

"You get out of here first, Conrad, now is not the time for you to have fun. 】

“……”

Nostramo blinked, and although he didn't resist the order, he instinctively asked Morgan.

"Don't you need me to stay and help?"

【……】

[You are a genetic proto, how can staying here help?] 】

Morgan almost didn't laugh out loud: the current situation, even if the emperor was present, had no effect in the slightest.

“……”

Conrad's brow furrowed at these words, and then his gaze first skimmed over Horus and Machado, and then focused on St. Giles beside Morgan.

Then, Midnight Ghost's pupils flickered, as if he had figured something out, only to see him nod at Morgan rather solemnly, his face was fierce, and the next moment he was gone.

【……】

Morgan felt that something was wrong, but she didn't have time to pay attention to it, because the confrontation between Machado and Horus had reached a fever pitch, and it seemed that they could break out into a bloody conflict at any moment, and now, even St. Giles would not continue to eat fruit.

Morgan put the fruit bowl away, and she and the archangel kept it serious in a tacit understanding, and quietly moved towards the heart of the battlefield to make sure they could stop it a second before the crisis erupted.

Of course, if the situation does not exceed their expectations: they will not act.

Fun can watch for a second is a second.

"Do you think it's going to get out of hand?"

[It depends on the person who holds the seal, let's see what he will say next.] 】

“……”

"I don't think it's going to be a good word."

St. Giles's face had become serious again, and as soon as his words fell, Machado's stern words had already reached the ears of the two genetic protogens unmistakably.

"Restrain your wrath, Horus, they are useless, and you should pour them out on the enemies of the Great Expedition, not in the palace of Terra: every gaffe you make here is an insult to the Emperor."

"That's a good point, old man."

Horus took a sip.

"Haven't I done that for the last few decades?"

"I have unleashed all my courage and anger on my enemies, but what are we getting now: a history that has been deliberately erased, an insult from you mortals, kept secret, deaf ears, hidden behind the scenes, and stigmatized!"

"You've all made it this far, aren't you allowed to vent my anger here, and what do you want to do next, you old thing?"

"Tear down Qunying Square? Or throw all of our statues outside the walls of Terra's Palace, leaving behind your so-called mortal lords?! ”

"Is this what your heart desires? Palm prints? ”

"Nope."

Machado grimaced, and he raised his head to face the thunderous wolf herder.

"I've never longed for it so much, and it won't be what I desire: it's reality."

"Reality?"

Stunned words flowed from the corners of St. Giles' mouth, but then he touched the bite marks on his palm, trying to return his countenance to calm.

"Reality!"

Horus was much more irritable than his brother, but before his anger could be released, Machado's words exploded like cannonballs in the calm courtyard.

"The order has been given, and even executed: in the name of the Emperor, the name of a fallen and disgraced primordial body, is not worthy of a monument in the Place of the Heroes, which has been removed, marble shattered, and used elsewhere."

"It's the Emperor's order."

"Just before you vent your anger."

“……”

“……”

At this moment, both Horus and St. Giles fell into a deathly silence, and this already somewhat cold courtyard was now suppressed to a point that was even more terrifying than a boiling apocalyptic battlefield.

“……”

Horus breathed deeply, he was not angry, at least not on the surface, but whether it was the trembling fingers, or the bloodshot gradually filling the corners of his eyes, it was telling that the wolf herder's mind was almost swallowed by anger, and he opened his mouth to speak, but his voice was still a little trembling, as if he couldn't believe that Machado really dared to do this.

"What did you say, Machado?"

"That statue, the statue of the primordial, the glory of the Legion......"

"How dare you do that!"

"And use it for other places? What are you going to use it for?! ”

"You don't need to know that, Horus."

The palm seal holder clenched the golden eagle's scepter in his hand, and a few traces of spiritual energy slowly converged on his other hand, the movement was so subtle that only Morgan could barely see it clearly.

But in spite of this, in the midst of such sabre-rattling, there was a leasting of sympathy in Machado's words: he uttered the last words to Horus with a sincerity that even St. Giles frowned on.

"Believe me, Wolf Shepherd, that brother of yours, the man whose name will no longer be mentioned by the Empire, this is what he deserves, he is not worthy of it."

"Huh...... Not worth it? ”

Horus's breath trembled.

"Decades of loyalty and dedication, countless glory and sacrifices, in your mouth, is it a fluttering sentence is not worth it? You haven't even seen blood running through the soil, Palm Print, you don't even dare to say his name: his statue stood there less than a year ago, and his name will be sung by everyone in the Empire. ”

"That was a mistake, but we're done now."

The final warning flashed in the palm print's pupils, but Horus didn't care.

"My brother, he, horse ......"

Horus spoke anyway, and he had just spat out the pronunciation of the word "M", and Morgan speculated that he might have wanted to say the name of Doorger directly, but before that, the palm printman, who had already prepared it, raised his other hand: the last of his patience was exhausted in this tug.

Even the genoplasm is not infinitely indulgent.

"I warned you."

The Palm Seal snorted, and his attack arrived with his words, striking Horus on the forehead and chest like a hammer, and Horus staggered, but was not affected at all, the warning blow only fueling his anger.

He opened his mouth again, trying to say the name, only this time he was greeted by the iron fist of psionic energy, which grabbed the throat of the wolf herder, and his limbs were firmly locked in the armor, and tons of pressure covered Horus's head in the blink of an eye, and even the muscles on his face boiled excessively.

Standing on the other side, the stern-faced palm seal only slightly closed the distance between the two fingers, causing Horus's face to turn purple.

"Oh my God."

All these changes were only a matter of a moment, even St. Giles, who was standing on the sidelines, only had time to exclaim, he didn't seem to have thought that the palm seal holder would dare to do something to a genetic prototype, and he was the first to do it, but after the exclamation, his suspicious gaze hit Morgan on the side.

"You don't seem surprised. Sisters. ”

【……】

Morgan opened his mouth, but before he could answer, a louder voice caught the attention of the two genotypes.

Hearing a roar louder than the roar of the Titans, the gritted wolf god showed his strength: Horus's smooth forehead was bruised, his curled knuckles turned white from excessive force, and he roared again, and the wolf herding god was like a beast that had broken free from its cage, forcibly tearing apart the invisible weight around him, and the wave of qi that made Machado even have to take a step back.

"Palm Printer !!"

This time, the wolf god's roar was a complete war cry.

But he didn't have time to do more.

Machado had already stood firm, raised his head, and the relentless light appeared in the shadow of the black robe, only to see the palm seal raise his hand again, this time, his voice did not come from his mouth, but directly descended from the sky, as if the Lord of Mankind was speaking himself.

+ Silence! ＋

It seemed like the power of an emperor, but Morgan listened carefully, and it was indeed the voice of the Palm Seal: he looked more powerful than the Spider Empress thought.

The next blow was so heavy and overwhelming that even Machado gritted his teeth because of it, it was enough to tear down the city, shatter the Titans, and reduce thousands of soldiers to bones in the sand.

Horus could not resist it.

The wolf god froze, and the bones all over his body were crackling from this attack, especially the sound at his knees, which even frightened the other two genetic protogens, and his clenched teeth began to spurt blood uncontrollably, and his eyes had completely turned blood-red, but to no avail.

Machado spread his palms flat, palms facing down, and slowly but surely made a suppressive motion towards the void.

So, just like that, Horus fell to his knees.

His knees smashed two hard holes in the rubble and rubble.

Oh my. 】

This time, before the shocked St. Giles could speak, Morgan had already let out a sigh of surprise.

[Do you have any emergency PR for this, St. Giles?] 】

“……”

Ignoring Morgan's taunts, the archangel rushed towards his wolf brother like a whirlwind, and before he could even retract his wings, the genetic protogens of the Holy Blood Angel wisely did not directly confront Machado, but came behind Horus, took his brother who was kneeling on the ground in his arms, and then spread his wings to protect the front of the wolf herder.

"It's all right, Palm Sealer."

St. Giles looked up at the powerful emperor's favored retainer.

"Stop, you've won, you've won this encounter."

"Put away your powers, and don't forget, blood can't flow in the land of Terra."

The archangel's words were neither humble nor arrogant, and his own psionic power formed a meager shield with his spread wings, resisting Machado's possible next blow: the Palm Sealer saw all this, he glanced at St. Giles, the emperor's most powerful heir, and focused his attention on Horus's eyes, which could still express Horus's heart even though the wolf shepherd had been completely suppressed by him.

Machado stared at those pupils. In the pupils that belonged to the wolf god: there, he saw not the slightest wavering, only anger, hatred, contempt, madness, and the arrogance that originated from that gangster world, and the exaltation of the genetic bloodline.

It's a monster.

A monster created by the Emperor, and he Machado was also personally involved in the creation process: so, they all have to bear the consequences.

Horus had not learned his lesson at all, Machado had confirmed, and he was not in a great state either: it took more psionic energy to suppress a genetic protogen than he had imagined, forming a network of high temperatures within his bones, constantly burning his sanity and his old body.

But in spite of this, in the face of St. Giles' inquiry, Machado did not show the slightest concession, and he spoke, both to Horus and to St. Giles.

"Remember this moment, heir of the Emperor."

"Now you have made a mistake, you have crossed the responsibility given to you by your genetic father, to seek the secrets that are too dangerous for you, like children who have nothing to do, looking for the darkness that comes from society."

"I'll just say it once: don't do this kind of thing again, you haven't grown up yet, you're not ready, you're just the emperor's heirs, not his assistants, don't think too much of yourself."

"Put away your ridiculous conceit and superiority, they are your worst enemies compared to me."

“……”

The words of the Palm Seal were like pouring a basin of water into the boiling magma, useless, Horus's pupils were still filled with unthinkable anger, and St. Giles's wings had spread more and more, perhaps, in the next moment, he would join the battle.

But at this moment, Morgan, who had already felt some hints in Machado's psionic fluctuations, finally stepped to the scene of the conflict, and under the gaze of three pairs of eyes, the Lord of Avalon slowly came to the center of the two groups of centaurs, and then, turned around, faced Machado, and blocked St. Giles and Horus with her back.

At this moment, her shadow obscured the pupils of the two genetic protogens.

Stop, Palm Printer. 】

[Blood cannot be shed on Terra, nor can the Emperor's heirs be humiliated in front of outsiders: even you can't break these two iron laws, can you? You have not yet been qualified to kneel for you by the wolf shepherd. 】

Morgan's voice was cold as she spoke, and the same powerful psionic blow was struck out with a wave of her hand, and the violent collision rolled up a relentless storm that swept off the roof of the pavilion and wreaked havoc on most of the courtyard.

After countless bushes and precious stamens had been reduced to broken corpses, the Palm Printer was finally pushed back a step, and he loosened the restraints on Horus, allowing fresh air to finally breathe into the aching lungs of the original body.

"Breathe, Horus, breathe quickly."

St. Giles did not have time to appreciate Machado's defeat, he concentrated on his brother who was convulsed in pain, and swept Morgan's back with a look of consternation: it was clear that Morgan's strike was somewhat unexpected.

At this time, the Lord of Avalon was looking at the palm seal in front of her: in the spiritual energy confrontation just now, Morgan was very sure that Machado was not defeated by himself, specifically, when the spiritual energy edges of the two had just staggered, the palm seal took the initiative to [retreat], and he shrank to the corner of the courtyard, looking deeply injured.

If Morgan wasn't the person involved, she would have felt that the palm print had suffered a big loss.

What a wonderful old guy.

The Spider Empress narrowed her eyes and admired the wisdom of the six thousand years old, and behind her, thanks to the superhuman physique of the genetic protogen, Horus had fully recovered after only two deep breaths, and he stood up with the support of St. Giles, but he did not take advantage of the victory to pursue: to strike again at an opponent who had just retreated, which was not in line with the demeanor of the wolf herder.

In this way, the deathly silence took up the next moment, and the Palm Seal looked rather [difficult] to his feet, his black robe with a few traces of dust that were harmless, and when he looked up, the ancient technology collar around his neck flashed with a terrifying power that made Morgan frown.

The Lord of Avalon couldn't imagine whether the collar was strengthening or limiting the power of the Palm Sealer.

"Mark my words, son of the Emperor."

Makado then spoke, defeat did not dampen his momentum, he looked around at the three primordials present, his tone was serious, and his aura even faintly hinted at the children of the three emperors.

"I'll only tell you once."

"Put away your pride, don't think you've been through a lot: the vast majority of you are just ignorant children who have just stepped out of the nursery, who have not even encountered the first stone in your life, and who are just a swarm of ants compared to the mountain your father built, and can't even imagine what you have to go through."

Horus and St. Giles were standing side by side, staring coldly at the words of the Palm Sealer, while Morgan, who stood a little in front of them, did not care: she could clearly see that Machado's pupils were not fixed on her, and that these words were not spoken to her.

"The Emperor is your father and a loving eagle, and he has brought you little cubs who can't even fly to their nests in the mountains, so that you can look down on the world, but that doesn't mean that this is your birthright, Genetrons, although you were born on this heavenly vault, if you can't develop strong wings and the will to fight the storms and storms, then you will eventually fall."

"Don't boast of your exploits in front of me until you realize it."

"That's self-defeating."

As he spoke, Machado raised his hand and straightened his robe.

"Go back to your expedition, to take the glory and glory of your mouth, to open up the territory of the empire: this is the mission given to you by the Emperor, and if you are really as loyal as you say, then don't care about anything else, that's not your business."

"Mark my words."

With that, Makado turned and walked away without the slightest hint of nostalgia, while the Genomorphs stood there in silence until the black robe of the Palm Seal disappeared around the corner in the distance.

"What the hell is he talking about?"

Horus took a deep breath and asked, there was not much anger in his tone, although Machado's words gave his pupils a hint of confusion and thought, but they were not profound.

"I don't know, and I don't want to know."

St. Giles shook his head, and after making sure that the atmosphere was not so serious, he gathered his wings, and then stood on the side of his wolf shepherd brother and patted him on the shoulder, trying to use a more light-hearted joke to wash away the contradiction and heaviness just now.

"But, my dear wolf shepherd: you did lose just now."

“……”

Horus narrowed his eyes, he was not angry because of the words of the archangel, after all, he was not a person who could not afford to lose, the wolf herding god just glanced at the brother with holy wings beside him, and naturally recalled how St. Giles rushed to his side desperately in the crisis just now, and how these open wings protected themselves inside, using its whiteness and sacredness to protect the wolf herding god.

Then, Horus's gaze shifted again, looking at Morgan standing in front of them: Morgan's figure came a little slower than the wings, but it was understandable, and it also impressed Horus, especially when Morgan stood in front of the two of them, blocking the psionic storm in Machado's palm, the back of the silver-haired body was also deeply imprinted in Horus's heart.

Thinking of this, the wolf god involuntarily hooked the corners of his mouth.

"It's not necessarily a failure."

He whispered, and began to think about how to thank his two brothers: but before Horus could speak, in the other direction, a new tumult began to pour into the ruined courtyard.

The brows of the three genetic protogens furrowed in unison.

"Forbidden Army? Or are those of the powerful? ”

The archangel of Barr muttered to himself in a low voice beside him.

"Looks like you're making a lot of noise here, Horus."

"I'll pay for the renovation of this place, and then go and apologize to our father."

The wolf god snorted lightly, and he quickly took care of the armor on his body, so as not to lose his demeanor in front of outsiders, but when Horus stood in front of and in the center of the trio as a matter of course, when he saw the people, those hurried figures made the wolf god and his blood relatives stunned.

I saw a pitch-black shadow emerge from the dust first, waving at them.

Take a closer look.

Isn't that exactly Conrad?

【……】

Morgan blinked, but before she could be surprised, she saw Conrad smile and take a few quick steps forward after waving his hand at her: just like that, the area behind the Midnight Ghost was revealed, and two equally tall figures were revealed.

Johnson, with Riemanruz.

Both of the genogens had serious faces, and they walked briskly, apparently called over by Conrad.

“……”

【……】

Not to mention what Horus himself thought when he saw this scene, just the archangel and the spider empress standing behind the wolf god looked at each other with a sharp eye when they saw these three blood relatives arriving at the same time, and then, the archangel's inquiry was in the ocean of spiritual energy, directly smashing into Morgan's head.

"What's going on?"

【…… I don't know. 】

Morgan told the truth in a rare way, but St. Giles didn't believe it.

It's really sad.

"You really didn't order this?"

【……】

Morgan's eyes narrowed.

Why, since she arrived in Holy Terra, it seems like a lot of things have been dictated by her?

Is she so capable?

Morgan opened her mouth, and even she couldn't understand the logic of Conrad's behavior this time: but the next sentence of the archangel made the Lord of Avalon, who was in chaos in his mind, suddenly have a new clue.

"What did you just say to Conrad?"

【I ......】

Morgan recalled.

Then, her face became slightly distorted.

Because, she remembered what she had said to Conrad just now.

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[You are a genetic proto, how can staying here help?] 】

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【……】

Morgan thought back to the phrase.

Glancing at Conrad again, who was waving at her excitedly: Conrad's eyes hadn't left her since he came in, and Johnson and Riemanrus behind Conrad, who had also been looking at Morgan.

【……】

Conrad, that kid.

How do you understand this sentence?

(End of chapter)