"Just like you're thinking right now, Luojia." Said the palm printer.

His aging countenance looked strangely no longer sad at this moment, only pure calm. Unfortunately, the enraged Primordial didn't pay much attention to it, and the Enlightener began to creak in his hands.

Lorga looked at Macardo, as if he didn't know the old man, looking at him strangely. After a moment, he shook his head and spat out a word.

"Nope."

He put down the Enlightener, then held it up again, his expression like the light of a candle swaying in the wind, his pupils shrunk to the size of a pinpoint: "It can't be like this, it can't be like this." You're lying, you're lying to me, you're not even real. ”

"I am."

"Liar!" Luo Jia roared. "The real Machado doesn't watch it happen! There is no way he can turn a blind eye to all this! ”

Machado took a slow step forward, two bits of blue light lit up in his eyes.

"But that's just the way it is, Luojia. I am real, and I have come with your Father's will. Your brothers, Conrad Coetzes and Robert Killiman, do what he commands. ”

As the words fell, Killiman inevitably glanced at Conrad Coetzes, both of whom saw a kind of disbelief in each other's eyes.

They all expected that Machado would do it in a gentler way, rather than slashing Lorja Aurelian's already badly damaged self-esteem and emotions with a chainsaw sword again, as he did now.

The grey reef of the Whisperers erupted in a great commotion at this moment, as they looked as if they were being tied up and machine-gunned. Among them, Cole Fallon, who was at the front of the line, was particularly prominent.

There was a real sense of shame on his thin and fierce face that was breaking out at this moment, and it destroyed the coldness of the company commander, making him show great helplessness at this moment, even a little close to grievance.

Angel Tay saw this scene clearly, and his heart swelled with the same sorrow, and at the same time, there was an apology for Cole Fallon.

In the past, he looked down on him. Everyone knew how Cole Fallon became a company commander, and if it weren't for Luojia, he would have been just an ordinary man. His status has served him well within the Legion, and Cole Fallon has gained more than just power.

Luo Jia personally invited some professionals to perform modification surgeries for his adoptive father, making him far superior to ordinary people, allowing him to wear the Legion's power armor, but he was not Astarte, he was just an inferior genetic product formed after birth

It can be said that it was not until this moment that Ingres Tay developed some identification with Cole Fallon.

But does that help them with their current situation?

No, not at all.

"You're lying." Luo Jia stumbled back, staggering as if she had been struck with a power hammer.

He muttered, his voice pitifully small, and the Bearers couldn't hear what he was saying. But he can feel great helplessness and anger from the performance of the original body.

"You're lying to me, Machado."

The son of Colches raised his hand and covered his forehead. The grip of the Enlightened One left a crimson rubbing mark on his forehead, and the golden light grew, and the scriptures began to shine brightly for some reason.

"How could he do such a thing? The people here believe in him, they worship at sunrise and recite the scriptures ten times at sunset to express their piety. Everywhere there are statues of his gods, everywhere there is respect and love for him, a whole planet, billions of devout believers."

Luo Jia raised her head again, her eyes full of madness, her breathing was fast and rapid, and her voice was rapid like that of a barbaric priest digging through his entrails with a knife.

"You're lying, aren't you, Machado? Are you exculpating these two murderers and criminals? ”

Machado didn't speak, his silence growing more aggressive, and Loja didn't budge.

"You like them the way you like anyone else but me, so you excuse them. I see, I'm not popular, as always, my sincerity is seen as a mustard by you."

The original body lowered his hand and burst out laughing.

"But that's okay!" He said loudly. "I'll take the dead of the City of Perfection back to Terra, and I'll take my legion back with me. I want my father to see with his own eyes what's going on here! ”

"You know very well that I'm not going to leave Terra in a hurry." Macardo said he finally spoke.

He had tightened his grip on the scepter, as if he was on guard against something. Luo Jia is approaching him, and maybe that's the root cause. It takes courage for anyone to confront an original body caught in madness and rage, and Machado never lacked courage.

He lacked something else.

"Shut up!" Luo Jia roared angrily and rebuked. "You are blaspheming his brilliance in front of me, how dare you do that?!"

"Perhaps, you should see one thing before you yell at me, Luojia. Your father has never had much brilliance to speak of. Macado replied calmly. Think about it, when did he ask others to see him as a god? ”

Luo Jia shook her head, not reacting to the old man's words.

He looked like he had lost all patience, his eyes widening to a limit, and it was almost worrying if his eyes would fall out of his sockets in the next second. The genotype's eyes lit up, and he walked up to Makado and raised his right hand.

The Enlightened remained in the air, laid flat on Machado's left shoulder. Its true power hadn't been activated yet, and Luo Jia hadn't even let its weight touch the wizened old man in the robes, but it was terrifying enough.

Loja, one of the primordial entities of the Empire, is threatening Makado, the Palm Sealer, with weapons.

"Enough, I don't want to listen to your lies anymore. Get out of the way, Machado. Luo Jia said coldly, the green tendons beating on his forehead, saliva dripping from his tense lips and teeth, sticky like blood.

"I've changed my mind." He set his sights on the other two primitives. "I'm going to bring them back to be tried together, why should the murderer be out of the law?"

Speaking of this, he actually sneered.

"Conrad Coetze!" He looked at Machado and shouted at home. "Do you think I'm right?! No one can escape judgment, and no one should escape judgment! ”

The Lord of the Blades nodded slowly and calmly, "But it's not up to you whether I'm guilty or not, Luo Jia. ”

"Are you sure?" The Great Speaker smiled softly. He gritted his teeth and turned his head to look at Robert Killiman.

"And you, Robert, you're the best at thinking. You are the most thoughtful person among us, and I am going to give you a scenario that I would like to ask you to think about for a while. What would you think if someone did the same thing to your makurag? Well? ”

"What you preset will not be there." Kiliman said.

He didn't meet Luojia's gaze like Koz did. The Lord of Otlama looked away, his expression still unshakable as a stone sculpture, but he didn't choose to make eye contact with Lorca.

"Really? Why? ”

Luo Jia asked, one question after another, never stopping, sentences and words swung out from the once gentle voice, and the invisible blade pierced countless wounds like this.

"Is it because you've been staying in that little kingdom of yours and won't go out? Ah, that's right. You don't like me to expand your territory and reclaim the planet at the front end of the Great Expedition. You've been staying in Macurag so that no one can destroy it while you're fighting for humanity, right? ”

"And if someone accuses you, you'll always have a reason to respond, after all, you've sent an expedition deep into orc territory. How remarkable, Robert, how noble and admirable it is to use the sacrifices of your sons to contribute to your kingdom. ”

Luo Jia winked at Killiman comically and happily, a smile spreading across her face, but her eyes were cold like a monster looking up at the sky in the abyss.

"Presumably you will never suffer what I suffer today, right? If it weren't for me carrying a weapon, I would have even wanted to applaud you. ”

Robert Killiman frowned tightly, finally having a little human emotion.

However, even so, he did not directly engage in a verbal conflict with Luo Jia, there was a soft and upright part of his heart that did not allow him to fight back at this time, and this part prompted him to grit his teeth and respond to Luo Jia's words with silent endurance.

And what about Luo Jia?

He laughed - again.

And for the last time.

"Don't you speak? Well, I'm always going to make you repent of it anyway. He said softly but firmly. I'm going to let the whole empire know what's going on here, and I'm going to show them who you really are. I'm going to make you pay for it. ”

At the same time, he raised his right hand. The Whisperers began to stir again, and Cole Fallon's power claws had even begun to flicker electricity.

Macardo sighed deeply.

"Before you do it, Luo Jia," the palm printer said in a hoarse voice like an old man in his true decadence. "I hope you can understand that there is another hidden story behind today's events."

"Then why don't you say it?" The primordial replied coldly, and the Enlightener fell heavily.

And then—

+ Stop. +

The golden light suddenly burst out, as bright as the sun.

——

Little by little, Ingrell Tay regained consciousness, and he struggled to get up from the ground, feeling only the pain of his internal organs as if they had been displaced.

At the same time, countless hoarse shouts were erupting in the communication channel, and it was clear that he was far more than the only one who was directly hit by the golden light. It took a few minutes for the Bearer to gain some strength to stand up.

He rose from the ashes, gritting his teeth and urging his bones to bring his muscles to his feet. At this moment, he was still in a strange state of blindness, and the distorted noises and shouting in the communication channel were still destroying his willpower.

However, it was in this situation that he saw something clearly and heard it clearly.

He saw Lorga Aurelian kneeling before a man, and he saw the back of the original body, and he saw the man's face.

Angle's vision was blurry, he shouldn't have seen the details, but he did, and they were like a knife in his gums.

The man was a scholar, a warrior, a scientist, a king, a pope, a madman, a liar

He is everything, he is the source of their faith.

He is the Lord of mankind.

Angel Tai threw a few indistinct words out of his throat: "O God Emperor."

"Is this a trial, father?" Luo Jia asked bitterly.

"Nope." The man replied. "And I didn't ask you to kneel, Luojia. Why do you kneel to me? ”

Luo Jia tilted her head and looked at him blankly: "Hasn't it always been like this, father?" I've always lived up to what you've asked of me—"

"—I've never asked you to do anything, Luojia, never." The man said he seemed a little disappointed. "Even if it's a great expedition, it's me who asks you to join in. I've never asked you to treat me like a god. ”

"But, but, but—" The original body trembled and stammered, like some babbling child. "—you were you."

The man sighed, he shouldn't have done it often, or he was really sad at the moment. The sound sounded as if someone had cut it with a razor.

"You're a general, Luojia. Like all your other brothers, you may have talents and preferences in other areas, but your primary purpose in this world, your first task—"

The man raised his hand and pointed to the sky. The scenery of the setting sun suddenly changed at this moment, and it became a rotating and shining star map. Angle Tay lay in the ashes, looking up, barely catching a glimpse of the stars.

He felt familiar and quickly recognized it. It's a map of the Milky Way, and at this moment, it's terrifyingly real.

"—it's conquest." The Emperor said slowly and ruthlessly. "Humanity must come together, and for that we will do whatever it takes, and you're too slow, Lorja. Every time you go to a world, you start proclaiming that I am a god. ”

"It's not good that you've blinded them to a lie, but I can tolerate it. Until you even have a problem with this."

"What's the problem?"

Luo Jia moved his knees, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the corner of the man's clothes, his voice couldn't hear how excited he was, but the back of his hand was already bruised.

"I beg you to tell me, Father, I beg you to tell me. I will correct it, and I will definitely correct it. ”

"I could." The Emperor said, slowly moving his gaze and scanning among the Speakers.

Anglel Tay glanced at him, less than a thousandth of a second, but in the perception of the bearer it seemed like ten thousand years had passed.

He could clearly see the hatred, hatred, contempt, and disgust in the emperor's eyes. All these emotions converge in it, in this stretched time, in this 10,000 years. Angel Tay understood everything.

His two hearts stopped, and he finally understood and realized what the emperor was doing - he was looking for someone.

Who to look for? Who is it that disgusts the Emperor so much, and is still mixed in with our ranks?

The commander of the 7th Assault Company, whose brain was in disarray, struggled to turn his head on the ashes of the city, trying to help the Emperor find the man, but all he could see was a blanket of white ash.

The Whisperers lay in the ashes, and only a few were scanning around like him. Many more people just lay on the ground, wailing incessantly.

"But now, I can't do it anymore." The Emperor reached out sadly and pressed his hand against the side of Luo Jia's face.

Then his voice changed, very soft, so small that it could only be heard by Lorga Aurelian.

"He's mixed in with your son, he's plotting something." Neos said softly. "He has poisoned your city with a poisonous needle, and has made their souls stamped in advance with lies. And I can't see who he is, there's something to help him."

"Father?" Luo Jia was stunned, at this moment, he was as immature as a baby. "What, father? What are you talking about? ”

"I-" Neos closed his eyes, his form shaking.

Then, his voice rang out like a series of thunderclaps that sounded like a frightening raindrop on a stormy night.

"—Forgive your brother Luojia, they were forced by me, they didn't want to do it, but they had to do it, I can't see the future, I'm blind, I'm not up to the truth, you're going to suffer and sink for it, I can't see your shadow at all, I don't know where you are, I'm sorry—"

And so he was gone.

Lorga Aurelian fell to his knees in confusion, and after a long time, a hand reached out to him. It wasn't the hand of his brother or Machado, who had been teleported by the Emperor to another place the moment of the golden light.

The hand is all over the scriptures, pale and warm, reliable and faithful.

"Primordial?" Lead Pastor Erebus asked in a concerned tone. "Are you okay?"

Luo Jia glanced at him and nodded slowly.

Then he took that hand.

Late that night, there was a knock on Cole Fallon's door on the Law of Loyalty, and Erebus walked in smiling, thanking the company commander and returning a knife to him.

"We'll all thank you for that." Erebus blinked.

Cole Fallon didn't answer, his expression extremely complicated. There is a part that belongs to the father, and there is a part that belongs to the careerist. After a while, he reached out and grabbed the knife, twisted it into a twist, and threw it on the ground.

"Get out, Erebus." The first company commander said with disgust and fear.

"Oh, don't, my friend. You'll soon see how the false idol collapses."

Erebus chuckled and left.

——

"I hope he can pull it through." Konrad Coetzes said. "I don't know what the Emperor will do to him, but it's not going to be good."

Carlil nodded slowly.

He was hoisted, chains burning with psionic energy bound his body and something stable. In the dim light, his form looked as if it was disintegrating. Machado stood beside him, his scepter glowing blue.

"Are you okay?" Coetze hid his hands and asked casually, as if casually.

"I'll get through it." Carlil said. "My end is not here."

"Shut up and rest, you idiot. Why do you have to run to the ground with the Nightblades? Wouldn't you be on a mission without them? The palm seal said coldly. In addition."

"I missed eighteen years, Machado." Carlil replied reluctantly. "I always have to see for myself how they've changed."

"What else?" The Lord of the Night asked.

Macado didn't answer either Carlil or Coetzes, he just gave Konrad Coz a deep look. The sharp gaze pierced through the night lord's voluminous robes and into the sleeve of his right hand.

It was a long time before he answered.

"Make good use of it, Conrad Coetze." The Palm Printmaker shook his head as if he sighed and seemed to be happy. "Your stupid fathers are counting on it."

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