Bellos von Sharp looked up at the giant standing in front of him. The other party was undoubtedly Astarte, and the armor he was wearing was Midnight Blue, which he was very familiar with.

Lightning-like patterns danced against the armor's surface with a hint of gold, and the hands were pure scarlet, not as dull as the red of the rest of the armor. That kind of red. It's as if he's just killed someone with his hands.

His helmet was hideous, a skull-like mask. The red eyepiece reflected Bellos's face, and he could even see his own expression at the moment.

He simply pondered for a while, knocked on his head, and actually put on a posture of holding a pen and paper, and said solemnly: "This gentleman, can I interview you?" ”

"I can't." The man hissed in reply.

He stood in front of five large pale and rough stone pillars, and a pale palace was supported by them. It was dark, and Bellos couldn't see anything.

"Really?" The narrator shrugged his shoulders and replied in the same hissing language. "Look, I've all come here. Anyway, it's an opportunity. Give me a chance, my lord? ”

Astarte sighed and took off his helmet. His face was very pale, like that of every Nostramo Nightblade known to Bellos.

This man is very handsome, but some of the details between his eyebrows and eyes seem to be very mean. He had three twisted scars on his left eye, cheekbones, and cheek, one of which even reached the corner of his mouth.

This is very different from the person in Bellos's impression.

"Are you satisfied?" Yago Sevitaleone asked.

"It's not bad, Sergeant Sevitarion." The narrator smiled happily. "It's really you, I thought what I saw outside was just a shadow."

"I don't have a shadow." Sevita said. "But you're lucky to see me here, old fellow."

"What do you mean by that?" The narrator raised an eyebrow in surprise, and took a good look at Sevita again.

The latter's scarlet hands and the changed company logo on his right shoulder did not escape his eyes, and these details made his expression serious. Saivita did not hide it, but generously showed these details.

"How?" He clasped his hands together. "See?"

Bellos was silent, he should have asked some questions, but he didn't. He habitually raised his hand to remove his gold-rimmed glasses, and the empty touch made him realize that he had taken them off long before he entered the so-called vast ocean.

So, where is this?" After a moment of silence, Bellos asked.

"The kingdom of a god." Sevita replied softly. "It is also a place where the bones of countless people who died in vain are buried."

"You're dead too?"

"No, I've only been here for a long time and I don't have a concept of time in subspace, Bellos. The me you see now is not the me you know. Actually, you shouldn't even be here. ”

Sevita chuckled and made a vulgar gesture to him, "So, I think I know where you are now, Nikea, right?" ”

"Yes." The narrator admits with a little curiosity.

"Magnus just took you into subspace? I guess he's got you to put your hands on that damn instrument."

Sevita pondered for a moment, nodded, and spoke again in a determined tone.

"And then you pass out."

"What am I?" Bellos asked incredulously.

"You fainted, to be more accurate, your consciousness was out of your body for five days, and we almost thought you were brain dead, but you came back on the fifth day. After a complex series of tests, you are declared healthy. ”

Bellos raised his right hand and waved it again and again.

He seemed to have a lot to say, but not a word came out of his mouth. He blinked, organizing his thoughts, trying to ask some constructive question, but Sevita didn't give him the chance.

"It's actually quite complicated." He shrugged, the scar twitching at the corner of his mouth, turning the smile into a mocking sneer.

"That idiot Magnus thought his so-called vast ocean was a beautiful place, and he brought you in to open a door for you to have psionic powers, and then cast a spell on the spot."

"Anyway, he actually wants to use you to prove the controllability of psionic energy, since a newborn psionic can cast spells at will, does this mean that psionic energy is indeed controllable? It's a pity that he failed, because you somehow managed to get to us. ”

"And even if he hadn't failed, the whole plan was really stupid, not at all like what a primordial should do."

"Where are you?" Bellos repeated, ignoring Sevita's disparagement of Magnus for the time being, as if he didn't care about it at all.

"Wait, you just said that this is the kingdom of a god."

His eyes widened slowly.

"You can guess slowly." Sevita smiled wickedly. "You can't figure out what this is all about, and you'll forget anything I said to me just by leaving here. I've wanted to disgust you like this for a long time, you old guy who runs after us all day. ”

The narrator looked at him strangely, and suddenly laughed, "I guess my books should have been selling well." ”

"Fart, no one buys your shitty books."

"So I'm dead?" Bellos asked suddenly. "You just said that this is the kingdom of the gods and the burial of the bones of the dead. I don't believe in any gods, so I'm dead? ”

"You're not dead now." Sevita said. His eyes suddenly became complicated, and Bellos had seen this look like this countless times before.

He himself had cried out to the corpses of his comrades in the mud of the battlefield, and even a man like him, who was called the 'executioner of the warlords', had feelings. Thus, even if Sevita does not explain more, the narrator already understands what is happening.

"If, I mean if." He spoke slowly. "There is a war in the future, even an old guy like me needs to take a gun to the battlefield again, what kind of war does it have to be?"

"It's none of your business." Sevita said coldly, dispelling the subject stiffly.

"It's just a war, that's all. Now let's talk about what happened after you fell unconscious. Did you know that after you fell unconscious, Conrad Coetze smashed the device? He could have done it earlier, do you want to know why? ”

I don't really want to know." The narrator smiled helplessly and nodded in agreement. "But, Sergeant Severtalion, has anyone ever said that your ability to change the subject is really terrible?"

"Do you want to hear it?" Sevita looked at him, her expression already threatening.

"Didn't you say I'd forget everything when I left here?"

"That's true, but do you want to hear it?"

"I listen, I listen." Bellos raised his hand in tears. "I'll just listen."

——

"I've given you too much trust, Magnus."

In the amphitheater, the Lord of Mankind spoke slowly, and the sound was like thunder. With just one sentence, the Crimson King began to tremble as he fell to his knees—he gritted his teeth and tried to resist what might happen next.

The narrators, who had already prepared them, and the recorders hired privately by the lords and nobles, began to quickly bow their heads and write. No one chooses to replace human labor with machines on this occasion, and they seem to think that this is more respectful.

The sound of the tip of the pen rubbing against the paper was so evident in the silence of the room, but it was the emperor's voice that was even more striking. It had always been like this, as long as he spoke, he was the center, the only sun in the sky.

"Psionic, fickle and dark. Abstract approximate concepts, rather than simple, direct, self-explanatory scientific theories. You think of it as mathematics, to a gun or a weapon, and that's not true. Psionic energy is a force to be pursued, and its danger lies here. ”

"To seek means to be fascinated, to be indulged in it, and the seeker often forgets the purpose of pursuing power and instead turns their vision into power itself. They will be lost and will be turned into slaves of power in the dark. ”

"Ambition is in vain, determination is in vain, and until then, almost all of them thought they could resist the temptation."

The Emperor slowly lowered his head and looked at Magnus.

"Just like you."

"Father's ——!" Magnus shuddered and replied with a call, almost like a wail.

"There's nothing you want there, Magnus. The knowledge you pursue is not there, there is nothing there. The emperor looked at him and was unmoved by the words.

"The place where you stay is void, a dark place full of snakes and traps. There are very few good individuals there, and even if they do, they are too busy to take care of themselves, so how can they lend a helping hand to you? ”

"I've let you go too long, long enough to cause disaster. You dare to kill the servants in front of everyone here today, and use this as a guide to bring the soul of Bellos von Sharp into subspace, who knows what you have done in a place we can't see? ”

He tilted his head and looked around.

"So, listen to my verdict."

"As of this day, Magnus will leave his legions and the Great Expedition. He's going to stay with me until he understands what he's done. ”

"From now on, the Fifteenth Legion prohibits the use of any form of psionic energy or sorcery. No research or exploration of psionic abilities is prohibited, and all psionic facilities on Prospero are to be completely destroyed within one year. ”

"You can still fight, but you are never allowed to use any psionic powers, learn from your cousins, learn how to use a blaster and a chainsaw sword to destroy your enemies, not sorcery, lightning, or curses. It is necessary to be down-to-earth in a human way, not to ride on an illusory cloud and be ready to fly. ”

"The think tank system of the other legions will be retained, but it must be used sparingly, recording every action, and reducing the number to less than three hundred. This is an ultimatum, not an exhortation, not a warning. If anyone disobeys, We will destroy them and plunge them into untold suffering. ”

The Lord of Humanity lowered his head again and lifted the limp Magnus from the ground with one hand. The action is cold and does not contain any 'father' emotions.

"Whoever it is." He said, and left.

Updated.

(End of chapter)