"It's too fast." The ghost grunted. "Too fast, Carlil."

"It's a little fast—aren't you nervous?"

The ghost shook his head quickly.

Carlil couldn't help but laugh, "Don't be nervous, Ghost. There's nothing to be nervous about, you're meeting your brother, your father. If they're normal, you don't have to be nervous. ”

The ghost blinked, having actually been persuaded by Carlile, but still wanted to ask the worst possibility: "What if they're not normal?" ”

“......”

Karil rubbed his eyebrows and said helplessly, "Don't do that, ghost. ”

"Okay." The ghost grunted in reply.

He obviously knew he was asking a question that didn't make sense or logic. But he couldn't help it, he couldn't help it.

"And, from below, I'm going to call you Conrad Coetze." Carlil said on the way to the jump.

He timing it well, just in time to get stuck in a time when he could strike while the iron was hot.

"Why? Haven't we yet decided if he's my father or not? ”

Conrad Coetze asked, his voice escaping in the cold wind as he jumped.

"He probably is." Carlil said.

"But maybe not!"

“...... Is it okay to be polite? Please, ghost. ”

“...... All right. Conrad Coetzes nodded reluctantly.

Then, they continued to run out of the city. One after the other, Carlil led the way in front as always.

His expression was calm, and it was reasonable that such a moment should have touched him, but he was now a little calm.

Fifteen minutes later, they arrived outside the city.

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"Terrible desolation."

Fogrem said. There was a palpable pity in his tone, and Roger Dorn frowned, a little unsure of his brother's tone of voice.

"There's a city in the distance...... As eerie as our overlook on the track looks. ”

Luo Jia expressed his emotions in a soft tone. "I'm starting to feel sorry for the residents."

Ferus Manus crouched down, and the giant plunged his silver hands deep into the steel-hard ground, and after a moment, pinched a handful of buried dry bones from it.

He looked at them and looked at them carefully. Then, he came to a conclusion.

"Mutants, but there are also normal people." He said in a calm tone. "There are also beast bite marks on it."

"Cannibalism?" Roger Dorn asked.

Fogrem shook his head, "Please, Rogge, don't-"

"—you know I have to." Roger Dorn replied solemnly. "The man-eating beast must be cleared of it all."

"Where's my father?" Luo Jia asked.

He was dressed in a black robe, with books hanging from his waist, and his golden skin glowed slightly. He did not participate in the brothers' discussion, but was concerned about another matter.

He's always concerned about it.

He looked at his brothers expectantly, and then asked again, "Does anyone know where my father is now?" ”

"I'm here."

A majestic voice answered from behind them—almost instantly, and Lorga turned, his speed surprising even to Fogham.

"Father!" Luo Jia called enthusiastically. "You're here!"

"Father."

"Father!"

"Father."

The giant in gold armor nodded slightly, in response to his sons' greetings. He said with a blank face: "I hope you don't feel dissatisfied with my decision. ”

"Of course we won't!" Luo Jia replied quickly. "Meeting our brothers, of course, does not require our respective legions to be involved in this matter!"

"We didn't bring many people with us." Roger Dorn said. "What's more, I also think it's right not to involve the Legion in this matter."

"Really, Rogge?" Fogrem asked with a smile.

"Really." Roger Dorn nodded at him. "I'm not lying."

The smile on Fogham's face quickly faded, and he sighed helplessly and turned his head to look at Ferus. The latter put his hands behind his back and shook his head quietly.

The golden-armored giant caught in the reaction of his sons.

He didn't judge Fogreme's careful efforts to liven up the atmosphere, nor did he react to Roger Dorn's indifference. Lorca's enthusiasm and Ferrus's restraint seemed to him to be the same thing.

He was neither smiling nor serious, there was nothing on his face.

He's just standing here.

Stand calmly—and then the darkness is dispelled.

"Here they are." The emperor said.

As the words fell, two shadows emerged from the darkness that was still not far away.

One tall, the other normal, walking side by side.

"It's him." Fogrem whispered, almost muttering. "Conrad Coetze......"

There was no reason, he was sure of it.

He was sure that the tall, lanky giant in tattered clothes and with a face as pale as a ghost was their brother. And his words were silently agreed by the other three giants.

They looked at their new brother with their own eyes, taking in every detail and every subtle reaction.

Roger Dorn frowned again.

Luo Jia pursed her lips, as if she wanted to sigh.

Ferus Manus clenched his fists quietly.

At this moment, in their different hearts, a common thought is rising.

He was really just a child. ’

The shadows slowly approached, and the Emperor spoke before them.

"Welcome, Carlil Lohals, thank you for your willingness to bring my son."

One of the shadows replied to the emperor in an unfamiliar language that hissed, and his voice was so calm that it was impossible for a mortal to react to the emperor.

“...... Yes, I should have greeted him first. But I need to make it clear to you first, Karil Lohals, that's very important. ”

The Lord of Humanity stepped forward and stretched out his right hand.

From Luo Jia's point of view, he could only see his father's back. But this did not prevent him from understanding the meaning behind this action, and in an instant, a complex emotion rose in his heart.

He looked at the shadow who stood there indifferently, a little angry at the shadow's offense.

My father didn't let you kneel, thanked you, and was even willing to stretch out his hand to you—he thought indignantly.

What did you do? How dare you make him wait!

His eyes made a tall shadow look at him, and a hissing sound rang out. The mortal known as Karil Lohals patted him, and he was quiet again.

Fogrem looked at Roger Dorn, who whispered without looking back, "Don't make an analogy with me. ”

"You were studying when you were one and a half years old."

The handsome demigod chuckled and quipped. "And he was like you when he was a year and a half, right, Rogge? The mortal was lucky to have raised a primordial. ”

Roger Dorn let out a low sigh, very rare.

Ferrus looked away.

He didn't like what Vogrim said about 'lucky', for no reason, he just didn't like it. But he didn't want to talk about it.

He knew that Fogreme's heart was good.

Vogrim just likes to joke and laugh. In essence, this behavior is no different from the innocence of a child's playfulness. But it happened to a genotype, so it's all the more valuable.

Ferus Manus is willing to tolerate this kind of play, and he is willing to cherish it.

The hissing sound sounded again, and the emperor calmly withdrew his hand, Luo Jia clenched his right hand violently, and the indignation in his eyes became more obvious. The emperor, however, was indifferent to his reaction.

He's not invisible, he knows, but he doesn't react in any way.

"Yes, we came by boat. Interstellar voyages are no longer uncommon in this day and age. The emperor said in High Gothic.

The shadow spoke again in hissing language after a moment of silence, and at the same time, a cold blue light lit up in its eyes.

Forgrim was taken aback: "Psyker! No wonder he understood. I thought he was ...... on purpose."

"No, I'm not." The shadow said in rusty High Gothic. "I wouldn't be so rude."

He was some distance away from the Primitives, and with a mortal's hearing, he shouldn't have heard Fogrem's whispers so clearly.

But he heard it.

"I apologize for my son." The emperor said. "Karil Lohals, your mastery of psionic energy is getting stronger."

Fogrem blushed.

"So this power is called psionic energy?"

"Didn't you know that?"

"Not really." Shadow said.

His high Gothic was quickly becoming familiar in just a few tens of seconds, and the thick accent disappeared: "However, I still think you should talk to him first." ”

The emperor shook his head slowly, he turned and said a word to his sons.

"Go meet your brothers, talk, walk around......"

"Father?" Luo Jia asked blankly. "Walking around?"

Roger Dorn saw that the shadow not far away patted their brother again, and the giant, who was far less tall than them, opened his mouth and spoke very softly.

“...... I can show you around the city. ”

He stood in the darkness and stared at them. The demigods could feel the look in the eyes of this strange brother, a kind of clarity that did not have too many complicated emotions.

After perceiving this look, Forgrim, who was still in the stage of chagrin, immediately spoke: "Okay, brother! ”

He turned his head to look at Ferus. The latter nodded in advance like an unpredictable prophet: "But it's disrespectful." ”

Roger Dorn didn't speak, just began to walk slowly forward. Every detail of this conversation so far has exceeded his expectations, but Roger Dorn will not give his opinion at this time.

He only agreed with their father's decision, to the point where he even adjusted his pace so that he didn't look too threatening to mortals.

He knew all too well what he meant to mortals.

Forgrim and Ferus followed, but only Luo Jia remained in place, his skin glowing with gold, but his expression was very dazed: "...... Father? ”

"Go ahead." The emperor said.

So Luo Jia had no choice.