Angeltay looked up respectfully at the genoplasm in front of him.

He'd never seen a woman so tall, and he'd never seen a female genoplasm — but it was clear that the existence of a genoplasm shouldn't be defined by a 'gender' stereotype.

Looking at the Lord of the Twelfth Legion, who was half a body taller than him, Angeltay had no doubt that she could easily screw her head off.

Just like the legendary way of Erebus's death.

"Your Excellency."

Angeltay called Elaine softly.

Elaine, on the other hand, was looking at the endless flames of war that were constantly burning in the City of Perfection, as if she hadn't heard Angeltay's words.

In fact, they were in the same place as the tallest building in the City of Perfection, the church where the remains of the mutineer Erebus hung from it.

Now, the destruction of the Perfect City is almost at its end, and even the place, which is being cared for by many of the Whisperers, is about to become unsafe.

That's where Angeltay comes in.

In order to remove the genetic protogens that were watching the Wai Men from this battlefield, head to the Spokesman's flagship, the Law of Loyalty.

"It's time for us to get out of here, my lord."

He bowed slightly, his muffled voice echoing through the church.

However, Elaine still didn't seem to hear Angeltay's reminder, and Yaojin's eyes passed over Astarte in front of him, and he kept looking at the burning city in front of him.

She seemed to be thinking about something.

“… My lord? It's not safe here. ”

"The all-out orbital bombardment is starting after three standard Terra hours, and we must get out of here."

"All life will pass away, and this will become a wasteland that is no longer suitable for life."

Seeing that Elaine did not react, Angeltay explained his purpose again with a little confusion.

Despite the immeasurable death of billions of people in the face of an irreparable tragedy and the crisis of loyalty of the XVIITH Legion to the point of precariousness, the Whisperer's submissive nature kept Angeltay patient, and even though Elaine's execution of the Chief Company Commander of the Bearer triggered the crisis, he never questioned the authority of the Genetic Prototype in front of him, which had been personally granted by the Emperor to oversee it.

After all, no matter how much the grassroots Astarte was reluctant to take this incident - the presence of those two traitors confirmed the flames of rebellion within the Whisperers, and this hatred and hatred could not be attributed to the Twelfth Legion that discovered it in any way.

As Angeltai continued to call, the gaze of the genetic prototype finally slowly shifted to the bearer.

"Really... Has Loga already made up her mind? ”

“… You don't have to. ”

Gazing at the humble Astarte, Elaine sighed softly.

In her analysis of the battle situation hours earlier, she had expected such a savage and insane order from the fanatical brotherhood.

It's just that what it presents in the calculation and what it actually happens is a completely different concept: the former is just a cold and unforgiving series of numbers, while the latter means that the world, which is pregnant with billions of people, is about to face an inevitable crisis of destruction.

… It's a waste of resources.

Facing Elaine's slight regret, Angelaine nodded slightly.

Although Angeltai, as the company commander, did not have much power to participate in the Holy War Council formed by Loga, after several waves of mass slaughter and destruction, the vast majority of the Bearers' troops returned to orbit, indicating that something even more terrible could happen next.

Obviously, both Angeltai and Elaine already knew each other about this situation-

"Yes. The Torpedo Torpedo is ready. ”

At this moment, another Astarte's voice came from behind Angeltay, who was Angeltai's best friend, the priest of the Seventh Company, Chafen.

With the roar of the Storm Bird's engine, the evacuation has begun.

Of course, there can be no evacuation of any 'civilians'.

- How ridiculous.

Elaine's gaze once again turned to the ruined city-state burning in front of her, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on her lips.

She seemed to know why the Blood God had thrown herself to the crucial place at this critical point in time.

What is happening in front of her seems to tell her: no matter how much she struggles, no matter how stubborn she resists, the flow of fate will pull everything to an irreversible end.

Her right arm trembled slightly, and the dazzling golden glow inside became more and more hot with Elaine's mood.

She is not a person who can endure the mockery of fate.

After all, the uneasiness and conjectures in her heart had been completely settled at this moment.

Perhaps, in the eyes of ordinary people, this is just an inevitable tragedy.

However, whether it is the opportunity to come to the perfect city or the new right arm given to him by the emperor, the meaning contained in it is self-evident.

"Your Excellency...?"

Angeltay seemed to sense that something was wrong with Elaine, especially her Adamantite Armour that was out of step with the Crimson Armor - if he read it right, some sparkling light was bursting through it...?

Perhaps hallucinations, Angeltay even smelled a hint of hot sand.

Until Elaine's pair of blazing golden pupils focused on Angeltay's body.

At this moment, Angelay seemed to see a blazing star.

[I have seen the sacrifices you have made to show your loyalty, Bearers. 】

And my oversight, however, does not stop there. 】

[The emperor's will needs to be further demonstrated, and the lost faith will eventually return to its roots. 】

[Now... It's time to put that value of loyalty to work—not for bloody sacrifices, not for innocence. 】

[A 'holy war' awaits you. 】

And the voice of this heart, like the dazzling sunlight, pierced into the mind of every speaker.

"Let's go."

"Take me to Loga."

A moment later, Elaine's cold voice reawakened Angeltay's consciousness, but all the illusions he had seen seemed to have completely vanished.

Only the resolute and majestic scarlet figure of the genetic prototype.

"I will bring my brother a war that is sufficient to play his 'fanatticism.'"

Elaine muttered softly, her right fist clenched slowly.

Perhaps the familiar heir is no longer around, but her father has delivered to him a large enough army.

Since this brother is so obsessed with power and faith, it is better to bring him the state religion that will support the decaying empire in the future.

While the Lord of Humanity may not be happy about this, Elaine knows that efficiency is far above all else.

Before she can confront an unknown fate and possible enemies, she must use any possible help to deal with a future that is becoming more and more devastating.

Once again, the Genoplasm's gaze was cast into the distance—only this time it wasn't the perfect city that had burned down.

It was the pupil of the star that shimmered with a deep purple light in the night.

Another war is about to be fought.

— and it will be in the name of the 'Atonement Crusade'.

……

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