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"I still can't agree with your actions, Ryan."

In the face of Ryan's words that seemed to be advice and threat, Luojia was silent for a moment.

Before, he didn't know much about the frosty Lord of the First Legion, but he had heard a little about the great exploits of the Dark Angel in the Great Expedition, and the two genetic primordials with the same name were even more famous existences - Horus Lupecar of the Shadow Moon Wolf and Ferus Manus of the Iron Hand, they are known as the sharpest trident in the Great Expedition along with Ryan El Johnson from the Dark Angel, and they are also the existence that most Primordials admire from the bottom of their hearts.

And now, Luojia feels extremely strange to this brother whom he once admired—even though Ryan does have incomparably glorious military exploits, if those glorious achievements are exchanged in the current way, then Luojia only feels a chill all over his body and sweats on his back. Because if this is the case, then the lion knight from the Caliban in front of him is an existence that can never be trusted, and any army that fights side by side with him must always be on guard against sudden betrayals from him, and even his comrades who share hardships may be abandoned at will because of his extreme ideas.

Even his heirs could be put in danger in such a situation where the reality of the enemy had not yet been discovered, but what about other beings that were even more inconsequential to Ryan? If he really insisted on his beliefs all the way to the black, would he be able to see Tyra as a sacrifice and exchange chip for a certain period of time?

At this moment, Luojia's heart has become a mess.

He did vaguely feel that something was wrong, whether it was the extremely strange mechanical tower on the surface of Colchis, or the iron army that was as weak as a rudimentary civilization, there was a strong strange aura. It was only after experiencing the destruction of the Perfect City that Luojia's heart began to have an inexplicable palpitation for the weapon of the whirlwind torpedo, although the enlightenment from Elaine made him regain the passion he had when he joined the Great Expedition, but once again in the face of this unavoidable destruction, the string called reason in Luojia's heart immediately shattered.

To be honest, from a completely objective and rational point of view, Luojia can understand Ryan's behavior a little, after all, if this planet is not his home planet, and there are not too many troops stationed on the surface, not even as many as Ryan who has made an opinion-in the face of an unimaginable danger, this kind of painful sacrifice of allies, Luojia is not so repulsive.

If he had been Horus, who loved his subordinates so much, he would have done the same. After all, when each genetic protogen is responsible for the responsibility of the head of the legion, he has to assume all the responsibilities in the face of war, although he has not experienced too many wars, but this level of overall view, Luojia thinks that he still has it.

It's just that...

Looking at Ryan's almost questioning eyes, Luojia gritted her teeth.

He couldn't sacrifice more.

Today, Colches is the only pillar in Luojia's heart. Ever since the Perfect City was destroyed by the Legion's traitors, Luojia has lost almost everything—everything she has done for the Great Expedition or her father's deep longing for divinity has been burned in the Perfect City, and even though Elaine has shown her the way forward, the Emperor's disappointed gaze is still Luojia's most unforgettable memory, and in every sleepless night, Luojia has imagined what terrible words her god-like father would say to her.

So he was impatient to split the legion in order to show his loyalty, and even though Elaine was tasked with keeping an eye on him, Luojia still regarded him as a sister who talked about everything—he was so afraid of the future, that all his piety and all his beliefs in the first half of his life were all refuted overnight by undisobeyable words, and he was dazed to receive his share of unimportant glory at the triumphal ceremony, and he walked among the stars in a daze, searching for the lost path of meaning in the second half of his life...

He had been fanatical about the religious kingdom that Elaine had described for himself, and he would be confused in the middle of the night thinking about the Emperor's attitude towards him. Needless to say, Luojia did not possess the same variety of talents and traits as his other brothers, and his efficiency and achievements in the Great Expedition were not impressive, so that he did not have the courage to refute the perfect city he had put his heart and soul into in the face of his father's ruthless destruction.

Moreover, Erebus and Colpharen have been proven to be outright heretical traitors - they don't trust the Emperor or the Human Empire, let alone the faith, which is quite terrifying among the faith-worshipping speakers. If neither the Chief Priest nor the Chief Company Commander were religious, then what could the XVII Corps have to praise?

The cloak of faith has been completely burned in the City of Perfection, and the Seventeenth Legion has been dismantled and broken apart at his own command, and the mere attempt to clear this sudden sin is enough for Luojia to feel heavy, and delusions such as returning to the Great Expedition to gain glory are even more out of reach.

Even when recalling the emperor's indifferent gaze, Luojia's once proud fanatical beliefs were a little confused.

Occasionally, Luojia's unproud heart would think that he might be the most mediocre of the Genoplasm, because he really didn't know what kind of traits he had among the many Genogen brothers.

Even after all this time of returning to the Empire, this bruised saint is still the frail child in his heart who fears reprimands and whips.

Facing the resoluteness in Lane's pupils, Luojia's gaze became more and more wandering and painful.

It is as if he was born with unimaginable sins that must be atoned for with pain and sacrifice.

It's not that Luojia can't fully understand Ryan's completely unreasonable [rationality], it's just that the overly crude decisions are a little difficult for him to accept even with his excellent endurance.

After all, no one can guarantee that if you throw a torpedo at the whirlwind, all those strange iron men will be destroyed, and the towering tower will collapse in an instant.

Luojia can't trust an ethereal possibility.

At least, not right now.

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(End of chapter)