Anglel Tai looked at the ruins in front of him wordlessly, feeling a chill slowly surging up from somewhere in his body. Little by little, it spread and gradually turned into a resentment that was enough to destroy his sanity.

He took off his helmet and took a deep breath. The smell of dust and ash wafted across his face, casting a low shadow on the face of the bearer. He looked up to the left, then to the right. He looked around, once, twice, three times.

After a long silence, Ingrell Tai let out a low sigh, a sigh so long and dead that it was like the terrible sound of a coffin lid rubbing against the coffin itself, trying to close it.

He bent down, half-knelt on the ground, and scooped up a handful of ashes with his fingers. He didn't need the help of an eyepiece to analyze what the ashes in his hand were made of—buildings, ashes, parchment scrolls engraved with scriptures.

What else could it be?

Aside from these, what else does the perfect city have?

The Bearer stood up and looked around again. This time, he focused his attention on his brothers.

Most were silent, while a few bent down and dug with their hands through the rubble like peasants who had lost their tools. Ingrell Tay could still hear some of himself muttering, chanting scriptures, or simply whispering the name of Aurelian

It doesn't matter anymore.

The City of Perfection is ruined.

"When I was looking in orbit, I thought it would be different." A voice sounded behind him. "When viewed from the track, the perfect city still stands."

Ingrell Tay silently turned around and saw a face engraved with scriptures, and a pair of eyes with hidden sadness.

"Chief Pastor." The Bearer bowed his head as a sign of respect. "I thought you'd come later."

"How late can I be?" The man known as the chief pastor shook his head.

"All of the Bearers rushed straight into the subspace after getting the news, not just you, but us too. There is also the 23rd Expeditionary Fleet. Everyone, Angel Tai, everyone is back. Lunatics rampaged through the subspace, and I saw with my own eyes many people lose their lives. ”

"Is he there too?" With a hint of hope, the Bearer asked.

"Of course he is." The chief priest looked up at the sky. "Aurelian is heading here, but I want you to be prepared, Angel Tay."

Get ready? What to prepare? The speakers didn't ask questions, he didn't need to ask, and their chief pastor always had the heart to see. Sure enough, he explained for Anglel Tai in the next second.

"You should have seen those two fleets on the way to orbit, but they didn't answer our request for communication. They are here, but they refuse to communicate with us. In a sense, this is an answer. ”

Angler Tay was silent for a while.

I don't want to believe that." He said, his face looking like a whirlpool. "How could an Ultramariner and the Nightblade join forces to do such a thing?"

"Facts speak louder than words." The Chief Pastor said.

He still holds his scepter in his right hand. It looked like a smaller enlightener, and the arc of psionic light flowed like a living creature at this moment as it flowed along the place where his fingers had been attached.

"Billions of believers, sixteen cities, a whole planet murderer who didn't even hide himself, have you observed the ruins, Ingrel Tai? Look at the ashes and the bullet casings buried in them."

The chief priest raised his hand and struck the ground with the tail of his scepter once, as loud as a whip and as dull as a falling stone.

His scepter was deep into the ground, ash rising and scattering as it was pulled away by the psionic energy, revealing the subtle traces of its burial.

Angle's eyes saw many types of bullet casings, as well as the scorching marks of weapons he was familiar with. The face of the Speaker was illuminated by the psionic radiance that belonged to the chief priest, and other shadows began to emerge from under the light.

He clenched his fists, and there was a slight tremor in the corners of his eyes. After a few seconds, he nodded heavily, and turned away with his company members. The chief priest stood still, mired in dust and ashes, staring at his back.

The wind whistled, and a smile slowly grew on his face covered with scripture.

"Come on." He lowered his head and muttered to the ground. "Aurelian, come to witness the truth, to witness the cruelty of the false gods"

——

"There's a new communication request, Primordial." Marius Gage said. "From the Sixth Expeditionary Fleet of the Whisperers, are we going to respond?"

"Refuse." Robert Killeman said.

He stood on the bridge of the Majestic Flare with his hands behind his back, the faint light of the galaxy shining through the extremely strengthened glass on top of his head, causing his hair to return to its original appearance for a moment.

Unfortunately, the light soon left. Once again, his hair was pale gold and pale white. The Lord of Otlama had lost some of his things, and they had left his mark on him, so obvious that anyone could catch them.

Through the porthole, Killiman gazed at the blue-green planet, reminding him of what he had seen weeks ago. He remembered the marches, the bombings and the murders

They stacked on top of each other, causing Robert Killman's stomach to twitch visibly.

The Lord of Otrama frowned, and suppressed the discomfort with willpower. Keeping a calm expression, he slowly left the bridge and came to a separate room.

There were many of these tactical rehearsal rooms aboard the Glory of Macurag, only one of which actually belonged to Killiman, but he could use any of them at his disposal.

He walked over to the large tactical sandbox deduction table and verified the biocode with his fingers. The blue light lit up, and in the midst of the light, the perfect city was rebuilt by the power of technology.

Sixteen religious cities of various sizes revealed their details before Robert Killiman's eyes. Regardless of the specific structure of each city, they all have one thing in common – their grandest, most luxurious building must be a church.

Each of these churches was enough to eclipse the religious buildings that Kiliman had seen before, and the Lord of Otramar did not want to find out how much effort Lorja had put into them.

He's the destroyer now, and when he's in that role, it's hard for him to empathize with the builders.

Killiman continued to observe them for a moment, not stopping his thoughts until the door to the tactical deduction room was opened.

Marius Gage walked in again, and the leader of the first battle group was not significantly older than he was more than twenty years ago, but his hairstyle had changed significantly.

His shortness for the sake of war was shortened to a new limit, almost making it possible to see the scalp. Two penetrating wounds spread from the forehead to the back of the head, which was very hideous.

Kiriman looked at his friend and heir, and unsurprisingly caught a seriousness in the latter's face.

"Is that him?"

"Yes." Gage replied slowly. "He asked to meet you and the Lord of the Blades."

"That's it?"

"That's it, Primordial."

"Good." Kiliman said. "Tell the servants to get ready, I want to wear armor."

Forty-six minutes later, he arrived at the ruins of the City of Perfection in a Thunder Eagle. The hatch slowly opened, and Lorja Aurelian stood in front of him. Holding the Enlightener, the golden armor reflected the intense sunlight.

His skin was also golden, and thousands of prayers written in the Colchis language shimmered on his skin, written in golden ink, turning his skin from white to the pale gold it is today.

Kiliman looked at him and didn't say anything. Twenty Ultramarines stepped out of the Thunderhawk behind him, wearing covered eagle helmets, Seiko armor, and weapons in their hands, but they were not activated.

Luo Jia watched all this, her expression mixed with anger and confusion. He stepped forward and approached the Lord of Otlama at a rather offensive distance under the watchful eyes of the Speakers.

"Only you?" The Great Whisperer whispered above the ruins. "What about him? I want to see all the murderers. ”

"Conrad will be there soon." Kiriman said he remained expressionless and his voice was calm.

"Didn't deny that you were the murderer, did you? Robert? Lorga Aurelian smiled, holding the Enlightener tightly but not swinging it out.

He turned, raised his unarmed hand and pointed to the other end of the city, and began to introduce Robert Killiman to each of the ruins.

He used his old memories to make out the shadows of the past in the ashes, and Anglel Tai in the crowd grew more and more sad. The Bearers stood in the setting sun company by company, shoulder to shoulder, foot to foot.

They are silent grey reefs, deep in white ashes.

The flags of each company were held high by the guard of honor, and flags of varying degrees of wear fluttered in the air and were stained with ashes. Then there is the flag of the expeditionary fleet, the flag of the corps .

A strange atmosphere began to spread.

"It's a trading area, and every morning, vendors bring their crops to sell them. Fresh vegetable or meat products, milk, fruit, and their own hand-brewed beverages or snacks. ”

"Next to the trade area is a square with a golden statue of the emperor and his ten sentences. Children play under the golden statues, where two large trees cast shade and shade the midday sun. ”

"Further back are schools, churches, residential areas. Outside the city are fields of farmland, and when the sun sets, the wind blowing from the mountains in the distance turns them into golden waves of wheat."

Luo Jia recounted in a distracted manner, and at this moment, his expression was gentle, even as he was clutching his weapon. He spoke in a softer tone, without hostility or anger, as if he were just telling a story.

Robert Killiman listened in silence and made no judgment. There was a surge of air above them, and a few minutes later, a thunderhawk slowly landed.

It still bears the scorched black marks of its rapid descent around the edges, but it's already painted in a gloomy midnight blue, a color that doesn't damage it in any way.

The hatch opened, and Conrad Coetzes slowly walked out, unlike Robert Killman, he didn't have a guard, no one.

Angle Tay didn't know how to describe the scene—he should have been thrilled by it, how could the three sons of God standing side by side not be thrilled?

But he couldn't do that, so he began to observe the two primitives. Thanks to the magnifying function of his helmet eyepiece, and his relatively forward position as the commander of the Seventh Assault Company of the Sawtooth Sun, he was able to clearly see the appearance of the two primitives.

Robert Killiman's skin was a healthy and proud white, and his eyes were blue and should have been beautiful, but now they seemed inhuman. It's as deep as the sea at noon.

Conrad Coetzes was much more gloomy, and the skin of the legendary Lord of the Blades was so horrible that no one who had been dead for a long time could have had such a complexion. His eyes were completely black, like obsidian or onyx

But not like people.

None of them are human.

They were all too calm, too calm, and only Loja Aurelian was different. Angel Tay looked at his original body and saw a face that was gradually turning red with excitement. A face full of humanity, the heart of the speaker couldn't help but feel a wave of comfort.

"How can you do such a thing?" Far away from the Whisperer, Luo Jia whispered. "I know you may have misunderstood me, but how can you do such a thing? What kind of atrocity is it that billions of people have been reduced to ashes by flames, and the cities where they have lived for more than 60 years have been reduced to rubble? ”

He looked up at Conrad Coetzes and then at Robert Killeman. His expression contorted, crimson spreading over it - and, even without the need for eyes, you could see the Primordial's anger.

There are many definitions of madness in human beings, which naturally include losing one's mind and falling into madness due to anger. Lorga Aurelian was standing in front of the Gate of Madness, his right hand raised, and the Enlightener began to hum with a flash.

Needless to say, if he doesn't get a reasonable explanation, he'll definitely swing it.

And what about Conrad Coetzes and Robert Killman? Did they answer Luo Jia's questions?

No.

They remained silent.

So, did Luo Jia swing the Enlightener?

Again, no.

Angel Tay let out a rapid cry of shock, and he heard many of the same sounds. The gray reef was shaken, shaken by a short old man in a gray robe.

He stepped out of the Thunderhawk of the Lord of the Blades, golden scepter in hand, and his gait was slow, as inconspicuous as a stone among the primordials.

But they were all looking at him at the moment, and Luo Jia's gaze was particularly intense. A few seconds later, the Great Speaker spoke in a breathless voice, as thin as a mosquito.

What does this mean?"

Makado looked at him calmly and sadly, and spoke slowly.

4k, and a chapter in 4k.

(End of chapter)