The fragrance of the moon season in the city of gray flowers made Luo Jia feel relaxed and happy.

In fact, this unique and wonderful smell means home to Loja.

He lazily leaned against the balustrade of his balcony and gazed wildly at the long-lost view of his home—the Covenant's Spire Temple offered an unparalleled view of any part of the city.

A blazing breeze slowly swept across his face, causing the sound of fabric fluttering. Now Loga wears a simple robe, and the heavy power armor of the past has been faded by the servants long after returning to the temple.

Beside Luo Jia were two tall figures who were equally majestic, not inferior to him in any way.

Elaine, Lord of the Twelfth Legion, Magnus, Lord of the Fifteenth Legion.

In fact, when the news of the destruction of the Perfect City and the rebellion of the Bearers leaked out, Chiko's genetic protogenone rushed to Colchis, wanting to know what had happened and how it had happened.

However, he met Elaine, who had been sent by the Emperor to spy on Loga, and Magnus was also very interested in the sister who had returned to Terra for thirty years but had not returned to Terra.

And so a long conversation began, and the facts confirmed Magnus's subconscious, and they found quite a few common topics - from war to art, from livelihood to technology, from psionic energy to philosophy, and it seemed that there was nothing that could not be talked about for the two tall and majestic genetic primitives.

Judging from the harmonious conversation between the two now, the estranged barrier has been broken invisibly, and there are all kinds of radical topics in the familiar conversation.

Even Luo Jia listened intently to the conversation from time to time, fearing that the two siblings he cared about would quarrel.

"I thought my brothers were as rough in art as they were in war, but it seems that today I have an eye-opener, Magnus."

"Hahahaha! Of course, I'm Magnus. But you're as worthy of your reputation as your legion, Elaine. I'll admit that Perturabo is right about you, you're a born artist. ”

"It's just a simple permutation and a little inspiration, even Perturabo can do it—but I didn't expect my unsympathetic brother to praise me behind my back?"

"Perturabo has always been, sister. Believe me, his expression is like a labyrinth with no exit, except that it is incomprehensible, only endless twists and turns are left - perhaps only his sons can understand him? ”

"Hmm... Indeed, the tenacity of the Iron Warriors speaks for itself, but it is a pity that only a few people can discover their sincerity. ”

"It's like an undiscovered jade. If they are willing to use this tenacity in the exploration of psionic energy, then their attainments may not be lower than that of a thousand sons—hahaha! Just kidding! ”

"The problem of psionics has never been our business, Magnus."

Hearing the word psionics, Elaine frowned slightly.

"Why not? My sisters—though I have never actually met you, there is a story about you and your legions, whose fame has spread through the maelstrom. Your unique way of communicating... I don't need to explain too much, but you know the greatness of it. In fact, you are a genius in the realm of the mind, Elaine, and one day I must invite you to Tezca, and the Celestial Owls will be grateful for your presence. ”

In response to Elaine's expression of slight disgust, the tall Lord of Prospero spread out his hands, and a halo of psychic shock waves lingered over his crimson body.

Pride is undoubtedly one of the symbols of Magnus.

In his eyes, Elaine, who also inherited the power of psionic power from the Lord of Mankind, should carry forward this path as he did, and even become a pioneer in legitimizing the power of psionic power in the Empire.

After all, the Twelfth Legion, which seems to others to be silent at all times, undoubtedly has a strange ability to communicate as efficiently as the Dark Angels, as evidenced by the psychic power that ripples out of Elaine's body at all times.

Perhaps in the eyes of the world, psionic powers represent all kinds of abominable and disgusting witchcraft, but Magnus gradually grasped the nature of these powers through the study and study of the sea of souls, and he possessed great knowledge and ability, and he was undoubtedly the 'prophet who had seen the flames outside the cave'.

Elaine shook her head at Magnus's enthusiasm.

"Although I don't know the secrets of the Twelfth Legion, to the point where everyone knows about it... But, in any case, I will not use this great power inherited from my father to my heart's content, my brother. Don't be tempted to test the cost of cruising in the sea of souls, it could be an irreparable catastrophe - have you ever thought about the amount of damage that can be done if this power that reaches directly into the heart is not suppressed with harshness? ”

Elaine sighed softly, the death of her former heir and the curse that spread in the soul link were still vivid, and the loss of her right arm was a sign that her war with the Blood God was not over, how could she, as a 'prophet who had truly seen the flames outside the cave', explore the power of the subspace with such impunity as Magnus.

As she knew from history, her brother, who she had never been exposed to, was still so hopeless about psionic abilities that he even preached to herself his bizarre theories that 'subspace represents the future of humanity'.

While Magnus's wit and humor are reassuring, this inexplicable pride will be the root of his outright illness.

"But, my sister. Have you ever thought that if the future of humanity is going to be on us pioneers, then..."

As Magnus tried to continue arguing with Elaine in earnest, Loga, who had been looking at the beautiful view of the Grey Flower City, spoke.

"Alas... My brothers, my sisters, for some things ... Disagreements are inevitable. ”

“… Well, bro. ”

After Loga intervened to stop him, Magnus realized that he was a little too excited.

"My father has his own number for these questions."

When talking about the Lord of Mankind, Luo Jia's vision was a little dazed and confused.

"Presumably, in the not-too-distant future... Father will give us a reasonable answer. ”

He thought of the destruction of the perfect city, of himself kneeling under his majesty.

Beneath the dimming skies of Colchis, Lorgar seemed to see some massive presence resting on it.

He knew that this was the 'thing' that Elaine had told him—that he was always around him, watching him all the time, but he was unaware of it, as ignorant as a proud fool.

Luojia's gaze shifted to the imposing Crimson King.

A faint hint of blue feathers is already looming.

……

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The first more ~

(End of chapter)