Never before in Magnus's life did he feel so overwhelmed and angry—and since the end of Motarion's speech, many others have come forward to express their opinions. Maybe it's a lord, maybe it's a governor

Even the Martian Casting General, Calbo Howl, has expressed his opposition to psionic powers and their users, far more fervent than Motarian, and has even called for all psionics to be kept under strict guard.

Magnus was indignant at his words, but what really made him angry was yet to come.

One after the other people spoke, and as soon as one person sat down, the other stood up.

Even those who had fought alongside the Thousand Sons had given evidence of the accusations of the Rune Priest and Motarion, and it was clear that the Fifteenth Legion was indeed using witchcraft - but in that case, why not say it in wartime?

My Legion helped you to victory, and this is what we were rewarded? What a bunch of noble cowards

The Crimson King was silent in anger, waiting for his moment to speak. Machado lived up to his trust, and the Palm Sealer stopped him as the thirty-second speaker stood up from the box and turned to look at Magnus.

"Please be silent, everyone!" He raised his scepter and shouted with a loud voice. "You've all put forward your accusations and attitudes, but Magnus hasn't! We must give him a chance to defend himself! ”

Very good.

Magnus exhaled slowly, a deep breath of air, and rose from his seat. Azek Ahriman looked at him worriedly, mobilizing his psionic energy, and Magnus saw that he wanted to use psionic energy to communicate, and chose to refuse.

"Don't worry, Azek. These lords, nobles and officials cannot understand us, but their understanding does not matter. Have you ever seen a second Primordial other than Mortarian come out against me? My brothers were dismissive of their words. ”

"But, the Original—" Astarte was about to say something, but was interrupted by Magnus. The Crimson King didn't want to hear it, and he didn't want to explain what was on his mind for Azek Ahriman.

He just patted him on the shoulder in relief and said, "Look how I set things right, Azek." ”

The director of his think tank watched him leave, and the worry in his heart almost turned into a storm, and the unspoken words finally landed in the bottom of his heart: But, the original body, isn't the topic of the Nikaia conference the think tank system to stay? Why did it become a judgment against us?

Magnus didn't know what Azek Ahriman was thinking, he walked out of the box with his hands behind his back, and walked to the center of the theater, all the while looking at the emperor's golden platform, his expression was neither humble nor arrogant, but he was holding his breath in his heart.

Wait, Father. He swore by a curse. I'll prove it to you today.

"Are you ready, Magnus?" The Palm Printmaker asked, his eyes under the hood calm.

Magnus walked past him with his head tilted back and replied softly, "Of course." ”

He walked into the wooden pulpit and received the gaze from all directions, and his eyes became cold little by little.

After a few seconds, he spoke aloud.

"I don't mean to make any excuses, I don't care about it. You seem to think that my legion and I are the same as those ignorant and cruel wizards, but is that really the case? ”

Magnus began to retort loudly.

"How many of you have been to Prospero and seen what it was like? Is it correct that you stood up and spoke with righteous indignation without doing any investigation? ”

"But it's an indisputable fact that you and your legion are abusing psionic powers." Motarian retorted faintly. "Also, not many people are comparing you to the Cayols, and no one is saying you're doing anything similar, you're changing the subject, Magnus."

"I'm sorry—" Crimson Dynasty bowed mockingly, turning his head to look at Machado. "—I thought it was my time to speak."

"Let him finish, Lord of Death." Said the palm printer. Motarian nodded to him, returning to silence.

Magnus began to look around, he should have enlightened people with rational and calm words like a scholar, and made them realize for themselves how ridiculous what he had said before, but he didn't want to do it now.

His original manuscript had now been reduced to ashes, and he had realized that words alone could not change the minds of most people—yes, he could preach at length about his ideas and the crucial role psionic energy might play in the future of humanity.

But even if he did, wouldn't Motarian and those who opposed him stand up against him?

They still will.

Only by throwing out some facts that can be used as decisive evidence can he put an end to this debate once and for all.

The Crimson King looked up and glanced at the platform again. Surrounded by the forbidden army, the emperor sitting on the throne looked at him calmly, and there was no emotion in his eyes, but Magnus felt as if he heard his whispers and saw his expectation.

Let me prove it to you, Father. He took a deep breath and raised his arms.

"I need three hours to prepare, guys." He said loudly. "I know your doubts, and I do hear your objections. It's normal for people to always be suspicious of what they don't understand, I understand. ”

"Guy, I want you to see the truth about psionic powers! It is not what my brother Motarian claims, an evil force. You can hold back your opinions and doubts for a while, but it only takes me three hours to turn it all around! You will see the truth of psionic power! ”

People looked at each other, and in the amphitheater, the sound of discussion began to rise and fall like a wave.

Makado frowned, his eyes glinting with gold. He looked up at the platform, and the emperor gave him a slightly sad chin in response, and the Palm Sealer sighed and touched the ground with his scepter, ending the spread of the voice.

"Your request is very legitimate." He said. "Three hours, then, Magnus."

The Crimson Dynasty smiled slightly, bowed, and saluted the emperor on the high platform, and then immediately turned to leave, and walked out of the amphitheater with the thousand sons.

On the observation deck of the original box, Conrad Coetzes suddenly fell into a trembling tremble.

The scattered chill almost completely enveloped him, making him unable to speak, eyes, or hear. Corus Corax looked at him worriedly, and after a few seconds, the Lord of the Night returned to normal, but a faint smile appeared on his face.

He shook his right hand, and a blade slid into his palm, dispelling the cold wind that had enveloped him earlier with an even colder chill.

"You know what, brother," Conrad Coetzes shook his head as if to himself. "It's been a long time since my talent broke free."

"So," said St. Giles, who had approached at some point, raised his wings, causing him to cover the head of Coetzes and cast a warm glow. Among the few slowly falling feathers, he was calm on the surface, but in fact asked worriedly: "Do you see that too, brother?" ”

"I wish I couldn't see, angel." Coetzes smiled coldly.

——

Looking at that man, Angel Tai felt a strange familiarity.

He shouldn't have felt this way, his memories had scattered and fled, disappearing without a trace in the darkness, but he just couldn't be vigilant against the person in front of him. It's weird, but there's a feeling that it's supposed to be.

Unknown reasons, not mentioned for the time being. In the moment when there was terrible darkness all around, only this person standing in front of him was radiating light, how could he not trust the other party?

The light can't dispel the darkness, but it's enough. Moreover, he vaguely felt that if the light was really strong enough to dispel the darkness, he was afraid that something else bad would happen.

Instinctively, Anglel Tai stumbled a few steps forward. He wanted to get closer, to step into the light, to escape the darkness.

He'd been here for too long, every second was torture, and there was no concept of time here. One second, it could be a year, it could be 10,000 years.

As Angler Tai approached him, he stretched out his left hand with a blank face. He wanted to try to touch the light with his fingers before he really got close, for a moment of peace. However, his throat made a faint sound that was not a syllable at this moment.

He reflexively bent over his waist, and something like a maggot mixed with a black sticky object poured out of his mouth and fell to the ground, emitting a terrible stench.

"What did he do to you all. That traitor. I will tear him to pieces. ”

When the man saw this, he involuntarily whispered, his fists clenched, his teeth clenched, and his face distorted.

Angel Tai remained dazed, staring at him without saying a word.

He has lost not only his ability to speak, but also his thoughts at this moment, which are no different from those of a child. Despite this, his right hand still clutched the shadow, and his five fingers seemed to have completely merged with it.

The man didn't skip the detail, his gaze swept over the shadows, his furrowed brows furrowed, and a complicated wave of joy emerged from his eyes. Then, he strode towards Angler Tai.

The gait was so urgent that the skin began to glow as if it were burning, and the darkness inevitably faded and something else emerged along with it.

Angle's eyes widened, and his vague feeling came true, that bad thing had befallen him—a strange sound welled up in his heart, and as soon as he heard it, he fell to his knees in agony.

Unbeknownst to him, it was not a sound that humans or any intelligent beings should hear, in fact, it was not a sound at all, but a sharp knife that was slicing open his chest.

Anglel Tay fell to his knees and screamed, the voice completely unlike his own.

His veins began to crack one by one, and countless tiny faces began to bulge from the surface of his body, and those with sharp horns and fangs burst out of the veins, shattering his bones, and grinning and gnawing at the flesh on the surface of his skin.

The man let out a roar of rage, changed his stance, and began to run. With each step, the light on the surface of his skin increased, and by the end of the day, the whole person had become a melting wax figure.

The heat was blazing, and the darkness that burned away crackled, and his flesh hung on his bones and began to flow down. It should have been a heart-wrenching moment, but there was peace on the melting face.

He reached out and grabbed Anglel Tay, or rather, his right hand, to be exact—and in an instant, the shadow was no longer dead and silent, and twitched in madness.

It wound around Angle's arm, turning into a sharp knife and stabbing into the man's flesh, and it began to swim in the molten flesh and feast.

A low, shrill laugh rang out faintly, spreading through the darkness, like the sound of a storm in the distance of the rainstorm plain.

The man let it devour him, letting out an uncontrollable sigh, exhaustion looming over his melted face, and the molten and smoking flesh still falling.

A few seconds later, Anglel Tai opened his eyes in confusion and happened to see his face. The man looked at him calmly, with no regret on his face.

"There is nothing more natural than the blood of a father being shed for his son, Anglel Tay." He said softly. "I've fallen into the abyss, but I can't watch you fall in with you."

Remaining dazed, Anglel Tai looked at him suspiciously, completely incomprehensible to his words. In the face of such terrible confusion, Lorja Aurelian only smiled softly.

"I've been here for a long time, my son." He smiled heartily. "They wanted me to give in, willingly, but I ran away, and I hid here, and the betrayer sent you in."

"He wants me to watch you die, to see if I'm here, to see if I'm indifferent to your death. I should have been a hard-hearted person, and it would have been more useful for me to survive, but, you know what."

He gasped and fell to his knees, his form completely swallowed up by the shadows. At such a terrible end, his brilliance began to grow brighter and brighter.

"Throughout my life, I have accomplished almost nothing." He spoke slowly, slowly, in a whisper.

"I ought to be religious, but I have rebelled against God. I ought to have loved my brother, but I insulted his adoptive father. I should have noticed something wrong with Erebus, but I was blinded by his smile at that time, and he stabbed him in the back with a blade and turned into a puppet. I've failed so far, but at least I can do one last thing, and it will work. ”

Lorga Aurelian burst out laughing, without the slightest fear of death.

"Wake up, Angel Tai!" He shouted Angle's name aloud. "From now on, never forget who you really are!"

——

At the other end of the amphitheater, in the box of the Bearers, the body of the Truth Bearer, Loja Aurelian, trembled violently. His closed eyes tried to open them, but a pair of hands reached out and immediately closed.

Erebus leaned down and began to scrutinize the original without respect. The Bearers turned a blind eye to his actions like puppets. Cole Fallon looked at him with a faint struggle, his teeth chattering.

"Don't look at me like that, my friend." The chief priest straightened up and sighed softly. "Our plan failed."

"What did you say?" Cole Fallon asked in a trembling voice, his hand resting on the blade of his sword at his waist. "I should have killed you in the morning"

"It's too late, my friend. You should have done it, but you were greedy for power. Maybe I'm a liar and a villain, but you're even cheaper than me. ”

Erebus chuckled, and in addition to the contempt for Cole Fallon, there was also an implicit arrogance in his smile. He glanced up at the golden platform, and the chuckle gradually changed to a silent but louder smile.

"But it doesn't matter." He walked gently over to Cole Fallon, reached out, and pressed back the half-drawn sword.

"Because our plan will succeed, you see, the Crimson King is ready to leave, as I expected, as they promised, the thread of fate will be manipulated by me from this moment on."

Cole Fallon looked at him hatefully, not saying a word. The smile on Erebas's face faded a little, and like lightning, he pulled out a dagger. The light flashed, blood splattered, and Cole Fallon fell to his knees, a deep wound on his face.

"You'd better not look at me like that." The chief pastor exhaled a cloudy breath. "At least not now, he'll find out. We're going to wait for him to become Him, you know? ”

Cole Fallon still didn't answer, just bowed his head deeply. Erebus frowned, but quickly relaxed.

Doesn't matter.

As long as Aurelian remained under my control, Cole Fallon was not afraid, and then he smiled again, and reached out and patted the original body sitting in the seat, motionless as a corpse.

The latter immediately opened his eyes and looked dull, but he quickly took on the flexibility of human nature.

"When?" He turned to look at Erebas.

"Three hours to go." The chief priest replied with a slight bow.

"Good." The original body is slightly bowed. "Well done, Erebus. But—"

He stopped talking suddenly, frowned, and looked at Erebus suspiciously. There was a struggle in his expression that came out of nowhere, and seeing this, Erebus reached out and made a complex gesture in front of his eyes, and the expression of the original body immediately calmed down.

"My pleasure, Primordial." The chief pastor smiled happily.

Behind him, Cole Fallon lowered his head and reached out to tear his wound away. The blood was held in his palm along with the minced flesh, and the heart of the company commander of the Bearer was dead.

I had my wisdom teeth removed today, I slept in the afternoon, and I forgot to send a notification, sorry.

This chapter is 5k, owes 1k, and will be paid back tomorrow.

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