The heavy clouds of Nukeria could not penetrate any light, and the dim morning light was a familiar daily life for the Nukerians, known to the people who lived in the Red Sands—whose bloody sins of the past had made the sun no longer merciful. Only by looking up at the top of the holy peak, which is always frozen, that pure and dazzling light will forgive them for their dark past.

Yes, on the once dark and cruel planet of Nukeria, a noble and resolute saint was born. She is swaddled from the mountains and inhabits the embrace of the cold wind. She brought a sense of unity and camaraderie to the sons of Takayama that they had never felt before, and they truly felt the passion that existed in each other's hearts.

Soon, a kingdom of the mountains was established, and the merciful and brave saint kept the raiders of the Red Sands out of the foothills, and she shared the fire of her soul with each warrior during the fireside chat, and this fire of the heart was cemented by the friendship of many fighting brothers and sisters—each of them could clearly perceive the simplicity of their hearts, and each was moved by the nobility that existed in the hearts of the other.

The kingdom of the mountains has grown stronger through the link of friendship, and the saints who have become more and more majestic are also regarded as walking gods by the sons of the mountains, and countless lonely villages have joined this warm family, and the simple hearts of the people of the mountains may still have a little savagery, but when they embrace each other in spirit and body under the guidance of the saints, they have invisibly become true brothers and sisters.

They had never imagined that there were so many people in this ruthless mountain range, and they had never imagined that the bloodthirsty and ferocious sons of the red sand could be so cowardly and weak—the selfish mercenaries and nobles were like weeds in front of the Holy Maiden and these alpine warriors who were connected with each other, and they were not worth mentioning.

Now, the Children of the Mountains have freed the oppressed Sons of the Red Sand from the chains of nobility and returned to freedom under the protection of the Winter Maiden.

The once barren and barren red sand has gradually regained its fertility, the gladiatorial arena that once oppressed the blood and sweat of countless slave soldiers has become farmland, and the high mountains that were once called the wild outlands have become the center of everything.

The high mountain is the throne of the land of red sand. The ruler on it is also the Winter Saintess who shelters the entire Red Sand World.

As described in all ancient myths, the Winter Maiden's duty to save Nukeria has been fulfilled, and the gods from the High Heaven have come to receive the Sons of God.

On that day, the sons of the red sand saw in the thick clouds a golden light that belonged to the gods—obscuring the faint stars and the dazzling snowy peaks, like the gilded eyes of the saints that shimmered with eternal flames.

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Dazzling golden light enveloped the frozen castle of Nukaria Peak, the howling blizzard seemed to melt and stagnate, and if anyone looked directly at the overly dazzling golden light without blinding their eyes, they would see a living god walking on the staircase forged by the steel eagle.

Tall and majestic, that is a divine existence that cannot be exaggerated in any exaggerated words. The dazzling golden light reminded the sons of the mountains of the dawn mentioned in ancient legends, even though they had never seen the real dazzling sun... But I can't help but believe that the dazzling light is real.

With the first time he stepped on the frozen masonry of the mountain kingdom, the god truly stepped into the sight of the sons of the mountains who were always on guard.

In an instant, countless sharp blades were pointed at the golden light.

Even if they don't have the courage to confront a true deity, for the guardians of the Holy Mountain, the duty to protect the Holy Maiden is far greater than their lives.

As if sensing the hostility of the guards, the overly dazzling golden light finally slowly dissipated, revealing the god's majestic body that mortals still couldn't look at directly.

It was an emperor who had stepped out of an ancient picture. His majestic figure is covered by the fine armor carved in rich gilt, his divine image is revealed by the laurel wreath of soft wattles, and the unrecognizable face in the overly dazzling golden light exudes an incomparable majesty and reassuring warmth, and no one will question his identity, but only by a glance can know that it is the Lord of mankind who walks in the world.

When the light gradually faded, and beside the golden king were dozens of majestic golden-armored guards who appeared at some unknown time, their scarlet heads dancing in the wind. They have muscular and burly bodies like demigods, and they also exude a terrifying aura that climbs out of the sea of corpses and blood.

This is undoubtedly a real miracle, and the gods have led His guardians to the world.

In spite of their awe, the people of the mountains did not panic, and turned their gaze to the sons of the gods who walked in the mountain kingdom, the Winter Saintess, who had almost the same body as the golden king, standing in front of them, her sharp, fierce, burning gilded eyes facing the benevolent gaze of the gods.

Winter was silent too, and the howling wind and snow stopped at this moment.

On top of the castle, which symbolizes the top of Nukeria, is the first encounter between the saint and the god.

The golden pupils of mercy and ferocity are opposite each other, countless thoughts and collisions arise or disappear in that moment, and countless emotions and stories are transmitted through the waves of the soul of the Most High Heaven.

Perhaps, for a moment of inconspicuousness for this mortal, it was an almost eternal knee-long conversation for God and the Son of God.

No one knew what the Golden King's intentions were, or why the Winter Maiden had come to wait.

It seemed that the scene that had been expected to happen now was long, and the silence was broken by a cold female voice like a cold wind.

"Father."

The genetic prototype that forged this great mountain country bowed slightly, and the heavy armor that exuded a bloody aura also collided with her movements.

Perhaps it was the endless thoughts and knowledge of both sides that collided with each other to find the answer, or the waves of the sea of souls whispered in Elaine's ear, and the result was:

A clear answer called [Recognition] is presented to this genetic prototype with otherworldly memories.

She lived up to the salvation that the father of genes had redeemed herself.

And this daughter, who has completed self-redemption in the new life, is also satisfied with the Lord of Mankind.

So, the emperor accepted his daughter.

Therefore, Elaine chose to surrender and submit.

The Lord of Humanity does not care what secrets his tools have, for he has known everything from the beginning, and it is he who has saved the child cursed by knowledge.

Although he did not know how to show any fatherly love, this was his means of showing fatherly love.

Just as he never wanted to remove Astarte from the future of the human empire, he never abandoned any of his remaining valuable children.

Nothing is predestined in the subspace chess game, and any genetic prototype is currently just an unused pawn.

From the beginning, the Lord of Humanity never thought of giving half of his children to Chaos.

So, the subspace storm that swept through the laboratory was formed in the irritation of the gods.

When Elaine is truly confronted with her undoubted father of genes, she has no intention of taking his opinion on it, regardless of what her past memories say about him.

Because it was he who redeemed himself from the corruption of chaos.

Therefore, she chose to express her respect and loyalty to this father, who had given her endless knowledge and power, and never hesitated.

She had feared because she had the guilt of cursed knowledge.

She had panicked because she was constantly feeling uneasy about the future.

Even though the scars of Chaos never faded, she remained loyal to the Emperor who gave her a true new lease of life.

The Lord of Mankind has a human nature called 'love'.

Therefore, the emperor redeemed his daughter twice.

Although his daughter gets a library from another world and the past, which depicts the impending tragedy in his empire.

The Lord of Mankind was not surprised by this, for his son, who had grown up in Nostramo, had also embarked on such a sad path.

The ability to peek into the future is indeed precious enough, but for the emperor, it is just a library with countless books.

Fantasy and the future depend on the choice of the heart.

The Lord of Humanity knew the answer, and knew that his son, Conrad Coetzes, was trapped in the library, but he did not hinder or dissuade him.

Because in his plan... Everything doesn't matter.

On top of the chess game, his number of discs is still sufficient.

His enemies have only time.

Moreover, the Lord of Mankind has prepared countless plans, and the talent of this daughter is one of them.

Elaine's psionic gift is a symbol of pure humanity. Through her sea of souls, which were as pure as white paper, she could serve as a spiritual bond for her sons, postponing the chaos that was coming.

Of course, the emperor was undoubtedly incompetent as a father.

However, even he knew he was incompetent, and the only thing he did was to take the blue feather from the cursed book and redeem Elaine from the corruption of Chaos.

For this reason, even the emperor, who is increasingly dehumanizing in the struggle against time, has paid the price for hundreds of years of busyness.

Now, when the Emperor saw the people of Nukeria regain their freedom and happiness under the leadership of his daughter, the heartfelt relief once again came to the heart of the Lord of Mankind.

He vaguely remembered the last time he felt this way was in Otlama.

This symbolizes that the efforts of the Lord of Mankind have never been in vain.

At this moment, the Lord of Humanity has chosen to give his daughter a reward for the few humanitys and fatherly love.

"My daughter, Angelon Elaine."

Cold and sacred, arrogant and gracious. The benevolent voice of the Lord of Humanity called out to his Genetic Daughter, and he slowly walked towards the being he had not favored but still saved. He didn't care what kind of heretical knowledge the otherworldly souls who stayed in it had, he just hoped that his only daughter could be functional.

Yes. He knew that there would be turmoil ahead, and he could not guarantee which Beings would be taken captive by the gods of the Most High Heaven.

But, until then... As long as the survival and splendor of mankind are guaranteed to be spread to the galaxy.

Well, whatever the tragic price is acceptable.

Seeing this, the people of Gaoshan immediately saluted the golden king with the most respectful salute, and they were happy and grateful. Because they finally learned a truth that they had known for a long time—that their holy daughter was the heir of a god.

The cold wind howled and gnawled through the gaps between their armor, but everyone felt the warmth.

The benevolent Lord of Humanity looked at the work in front of her, and it was clear that she had grown to be the master of the planet on her own, ready to take over the duties of the Great Expedition.

Even though the Emperor could detect the faint hint of cowardice in this work, which covered it with heavy armor, it was only an inconsequential flaw. The important thing is that this soul that was stained by chaos in the past has not yet fallen, and the essence of humanity that is forged through cowardice still makes the emperor feel a little 'gratified'.

She would be an excellent and reliable tool.

"Thou hast broken all the decay and shackles of this kingdom, and hast freed humanity from its endless oppression... This is very good. ”

"You have a duty that you are destined to do, my child."

The emperor closed his eyes slightly, hiding the endless indifference contained in them, and replacing them with the gentleness and kindness of fatherhood. The heavy, dexterous armor gently stroked his child's long, red, fiery hair.

"Your gaze and battlefield will be the infinite galaxy. You will break all the shackles of pain that bind mankind. ”

"Follow me, follow the legion of blood from your genes."

"Come on... Join the great quest to liberate humanity, my twelfth child. ”

An indescribable warmth gradually welled up in her heart, and countless scenes of war mixed in, but what Elaine saw was not blood and corpses—but the beautiful sight of countless poorly dressed civilians, but with a warm smile in the re-established order.

In it, Elaine seems to see her sons fighting on the battlefield.

She raised her head slightly, facing the gaze of her genetic father, which contained perseverance and tenderness.

She felt a little warmth from her loved ones in it.

Her duties and burdens are not over, the strings of fate never cease, and the chaos that is destined to come will burn anyone's peaceful destiny.

Rewriting tragedy in despair is a new fate for Elaine.

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