Looking at Elaine's outstretched hand towards her, Loga fell into a little sluggish.

The glow of the golden sand was mixed with the scent of red sand, and the sacred praise was accompanied by the ethereal singing, and the whole room was completely illuminated by the divine light.

Everything is so extraordinary, everything is so incomprehensible – as if the miracle itself existed, mysterious and fascinating.

"It must be His gift..."

Looking at the strange scene in front of him, which was no different from the miracle, Luo Jia slowly stretched out his hand.

It even reminded him of the day when the Lord of Humanity himself came to Colchis, a majestic figure shining like a thousand suns from among the stars, cloaked in a cloak carved of gold and flame, to redeem his twenty children who had been lost across the galaxy. Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, the Lord of mankind is still the existence of the real universe, but the laurel crown he wears has fully demonstrated that sacredness.

At that time, the Messiah, dressed in the holy golden armor, also extended a redeeming hand to himself, saving the lost Lamb from the sea of suffering.

For that scene, Luo Jia will never forget it in her life.

Now, the same miracle is being re-manifested in His Son...

"It's not just a gift."

Elaine clenched Lorga's palm, and the cold light shone brighter.

"It means a heavier responsibility than a gift."

"Like the trials of the XVIITH Legion, each of us has always been watched by our father on our path..."

"Until the moment of fate comes to us."

At this moment, Luo Jia felt unprecedented warmth.

It seems that all the guilt in my heart has completely disappeared at this moment, and the confusion of the past has also been dispelled by this warmth.

And the Lord of the Red Sand smiled a little tiredly.

She saw everything about Loga.

He shared his six years of war in Colchis, and experienced his repentance at the time of the destruction of the City of Perfection.

Punishment and questioning from his adoptive father, indifference and reproach from the emperor.

He is far from the point of no return.

So, Elaine subtly absorbed all of his brother's pain, just as he did for his warriors in every battle.

There may have been some kind of cripple in her limbs and some of her insides, but since she had faced that inevitable fate, she felt that she had become more and more whole—both from her fight with Angelon and from her friendship with Loga.

She could even clearly feel the giant scars in the sea of her mind slowly healing.

Needless to say, this salvation goes both ways.

Just as she had seen in the illusion she had sunk into the evil god's own hand, Loga had only lacked the comfort of her father from the beginning to the end.

Deepest in her heart, Loga longed for her father's understanding, but Colfaron's old dog led him astray. So much so that Luo Jia became an incomplete believer, and he needed to rely on religious beliefs to fill the holes in his heart.

“… It's incredible, my sister..."

Lorga muttered softly.

He only expected that the Seventeenth Legion would be under the watchful eye and judgment of the Emperor, and that he would have to endure more and more difficult trials in the long time that would go before he could regain the trust of Holy Terra in the Bearer.

He had never imagined that this 'grace' would come so quickly.

Now, however, the original sister, who was sent by the Emperor to spy on the Whisperers, truly exhibits a divine quality like a father...

"Father's power is never something we can imagine."

"And I... It only inherited part of his will. ”

Elaine slowly put the golden armour back on, and the strange illusions that filled the room disappeared in an instant.

It was as if the blazing red sand that was floating in the air did not exist.

"In fact, we all inherited a part of our father's work, no doubt about it."

"Like Ryan Elthezenson's reason, Magnus's psionic and intellectual curiosity, Ruth's wildness..."

"And Horus—"

Elaine's voice paused at the mention of the wolf shepherd, and though most of these impressions were known from the past, she always maintained respect for the brother.

"He represents my father's ambition and pride, and he is the best of us... Pride beats like blood in his body, and the exploits of the Shadow Moon Wolf are the most powerful of the twenty legions. ”

Luo Jia nodded slightly, for the arrogant wolf herding god, the worlds where the Whisperer fought side by side with the Shadow Moon Blue Wolf also made Luo Jia remember it vividly.

They can always defeat any foe with the most sophisticated and skillful skills, whether they are aliens or humans.

Of all the protogenomic brothers, only Horus's favor is evident. The first to return was Horus, and whenever a new genetic prototype returned, it was Horus who led them to learn all sorts of knowledge from the Empire.

Elaine slowly flipped through the Book of Sacred Words, and continued:

"We were born out of an integral part of our father's vision, and each of us has a lot of responsibilities and a direction to deal with."

"Just like Killiman's expertise in internal affairs, my father has obviously given him too much power—the five hundred worlds of Otlama have been heard of even in the maelstrom."

"But what is more important than power is undoubtedly [responsibility]."

"The responsibility that comes with this power is between you and me, and on each of our brothers. And some of these things are especially important because of my father's bad words – and that's why I'm here, my brother. ”

"He is alone in the face of a difficult difficulty that we have never imagined and that is difficult to describe in words."

Elaine looked at Loga earnestly.

"Fathers may not want our children to know about it, who are still deceived by 'white lies.'"

"But I must bring you the truth, lest you go to that bottomless abyss."

"Guy... You ready? My brother. ”

Luo Jia was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly.

In Elaine's gilded eyes that burned with flames, Loga saw something heavier and more indescribable.

It wasn't until later that he learned what it was called.

[Fate].

……

Nukeria.

The ruined land that haunts the blazing red sand is gradually regaining its former vitality thanks to the efforts of the Twelfth Legion, supply merchant ships from the Empire are sailing into this star field one after another, and the increasingly busy starports and casting worlds are scrambling to resume production.

Among the merchant ships slowly sailing into Starport, with the exception of the transports directly under the Terra War Council, many of which were marked by the supply world to which the Iron Warriors belonged, it was clear that even as far away as Olympia, Perturabo had learned of the Twelfth Legion's heavy losses in some unknown war.

However, these merchant ships belonging to the Iron Warriors are generally not escorted by the Iron Warriors, perhaps because the Iron Warriors on the front line are too tight, or maybe Peturabo does not want others to know about this assistance.

However, even so, Nukeria's wounds were not something that could be fully recovered in a short time - she had lost an entire generation of her population in the long war, and even with the increasingly abundant resources being transported from Mandeville, it could not change the fact that the home planet of the Twelfth Legion had been devastated in the war.

In the end, the long campaign, which lasted for thirty years, was too costly - even the old war dogs, the children of the mountains today, could not support the war base, and this made more people wonder what kind of war would cause such a setback for an Astarte army.

The vast majority of the sons of the mountains are silent on this question.

Whether it's veterans who have struggled out of that terrible war, or recruits who have grown up in rigorous training, silence has been their eternal answer from the moment they joined the Legion.

……

Karn's eyes were closed, his mind swimming in the sea of his mother's mind.

Feeling the incomparable warmth, and the warm breeze blowing in the gentle harbor, even any degree of pain will continue to heal under this warmth from the mother, as if the mother's warm slender hands are caressing the face.

In fact, like all children of the mountains, Karn had come to regard it as his only and eternal spiritual home. In addition to the daily battles and training in the duel pits, the most common thing every Astarte of the Twelfth Legion does is meditate.

While feeling the warmth of this moment connected to the mother of genes, at the same time... Reflect on yourself.

A hint of remorse loomed over Karn's face.

Yes, he regretted all the time, every Astarte, the mortal auxiliaries in the legions, they regretted - regretted why they couldn't contribute more strength when they fought in that Sadistic Divine Domain, if they had been stronger and more resilient at that time...

Perhaps the Lord of the Twelfth Legion would not have been so wounded that he had lost contact with them entirely.

"Mother..."

Karn muttered softly.

Thankfully, however, the close connection between their soul and the Lord of the Legion is never far away, and the connection between blood and soul is still there, even across the galaxy.

Karn could sense that Mother was now in a galaxy far away beyond their reach.

The throbbing blood was tugging at the soul of the Bloodfinger, and Karn could even predict that the day of reunion with his mother was not far off.

[Blood...]

The roar of war from the power of destruction was slowly ringing in his ears.

Karn didn't care about it.

He will never be a traitor.

He will only be the Bloodfinger of the Lord of the Red Sands.

……

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The first more ~ ask for the first order!

Wait for the code word to continue ~

(End of chapter)