Jairziño Guzmán's theological remarks may have been an unintentional joke, but Carlil can assure him that the death of senior trader Tracy has nothing to do with the gods.

Despite her bizarre nature, her death was a purely physical phenomenon and had nothing to do with psionic energy.

However, if you throw these things away and look at it, there are indeed enough reasons for her death to be suspicious. A person dies of suffocation in five seconds, as if her body thought she should have died after saying that sentence.

It's quite interesting.

"So, this Halcosus Federation may have some kind of power that we don't know much about at the moment?" Robert Kiliman asked.

He asked Carlil about it through a holographic projection, and after yesterday's meeting, Angron and he both returned to their ships to prepare for the war that followed.

The gladiator didn't show any resistance to what he was about to do, but don't expect anything positive about it.

Robert Killeman was delighted—the Emperor's pre-recorded passage was filled with words he couldn't refuse.

For example, 'This conquest will be a new anchor and will be a symbol of your brotherhood', 'I believe this will also give birth to a new cultural exchange between your legions', etc.

At the end of the meeting, however, the emperor bluntly informed his sons through the ship's communication that he would be leaving.

He wasn't kidding, but five minutes after the news was sent, the Imperial Dream was off the Nostramo tracks.

"Perhaps." Carlil said noncommittally. "It's too early to tell, and in short, we need more relevant evidence. Inquiries are ongoing, and the matter of the Flame Burner has been ruled out. ”

"So, when are we leaving, brother? Harcosus, after all, was discovered by you. Killiman asked.

The object of his questioning, of course, was not Carlil, but Conrad Coetzes, who was standing beside him. The Lord of the Eighth Legion clasped his hands and tapped his fingers on his arms, his brows furrowed.

"Tomorrow." After a moment of silence, he replied.

——

Participating in a new war is not an uncommon thing for every Astarte, and that's how their lives are. They lived for war and died for war. During this time, they will go to new battlefields countless times.

The same is true for the Eighth Legion, but not for the Eighth Legion's primitive. Conrad Coetzes moved his arms calmly so that the Mechanical Priest could make minor adjustments to his Seiko Power Armor.

The Emperor gifted him this suit of power armor before leaving, and so did Angelon, who also received a suit of armor. He should have been happy about the gift, but he didn't, because he knew what it was for.

For this reason, even if it was created by the emperor himself, he did not feel a moment of joy.

But that doesn't mean he won't accept it.

He knows who he is.

After five minutes of adjustment, the priest bowed his head, bowed slightly, and showed respect to the son of Ohm Messiah, and then left.

It showed extreme restraint against this set of Seiko Power Armor, which clearly contained a special design. Coates watched it away, not discerning any possible gender traits from the scruffy red-robed figure.

He couldn't help but wonder - are all mechanical priests so cold?

He didn't have an answer, after all, he hadn't seen many of them at all.

A servant brought a large mirror and placed it in front of him so that he could see what he was looking like at the moment. The servant's arms are smooth and powerful, mechanically implanted joints replace fragile flesh, and gears and steel replace the muscles themselves.

It does its job without complaint.

The armor itself is composed of gold, blue, and red, with a gloomy blue being the main one, followed by gold, with only embellishments on the edges of the shoulder or arm armor, and a large, scarlet winged skull on the chest, a variant of the Imperial Aquila.

The same scarlet cloak was placed behind his back. As if lightning-like lines rested brightly on the surface of the armor, this is the special effect of Nostramo Concentrate Mine. However, the Emperor couldn't have forged this Seiko Power Armor in just one day, and besides, he didn't ask for any Pure Gold Ore from Nostramo.

Conrad Coetzes didn't know how the Emperor had obtained them, but he didn't care that much.

There are some questions that don't need answers.

At this moment, he stared at the giant in the mirror, and a chill suddenly surged in his heart. The pale complexion of the man in the mirror and the armor itself were completely out of place, and even seemed perfect, as if he should have worn it.

He frowned, once again realizing his true identity from this detail.

A weapon.

A cold weapon for killing and punishing and spreading justice.

He took a deep breath and put on his helmet, feeling no sorrow or joy in his heart for the coming war, not even anticipation. He only looked forward to peace after the war.

Through the scarlet eyepieces, he observed the helmet. It has an eerie shape, and to reinforce the effect of fear, the visor has even been painted in a white skull livery.

The eyepieces were blood-red, permanently bright in the skull's eye sockets, and the more narrow crimson wings that differed from the Aquila wings extended on either side with golden lines. This armor set is extravagant, and the boost it provides him with is extremely large

But

Conrad Coetze lowered his head and looked at his hand armor. He had used his talent for active confrontation and sealing for the first time in a long time, and it happily poured out from the depths of his bone marrow and began to spread, taking over every vein, every muscle, not even the tips of his fingers.

Cold perception and shiver roared in the next second, and Coetz gritted his teeth, resisting the deep fear, while silently waving his arm to let the servant go.

It looked at him quizzically, and turned away. In the blink of an eye, he was the only one left in the arsenal.

He exhaled cold air, and the thermostat system built into the power armor did not let the cold dissipate, and it could even be said that he was powerless to resist - several wrong readings came from the eyepiece, indicating that Coz had something wrong and needed to be investigated, and he couldn't manage that much.

He slowly fell to his knees, and the mirror fell, becoming a cloud of shattered glass. He gasped, stared at them, and saw a million possibilities for the future.

However, they are all vague, and they have only one thing in common.

In the fragment, his hands were bloody, and his face was pale and he smiled at the people outside the mirror. The smile was full of satisfaction caused by the killing.

Conrad Coetzes stood up a few minutes later and was back to normal. He silently called the servant and gathered away the fragments of the mirror. Outside the observation window of the arsenal, the stars shone by. A large fleet is heading towards Halcosus.

The war has begun its prelude, whether it is abrupt or not, whether it is accepted or not.

There is one more chapter.

(End of chapter)