Acudona felt like he couldn't breathe, he felt the ground sinking, he even felt fear - Fabius Bayer was different, he was still sane.

He raised his hand and picked up the instrument next to the medical table to observe the readings, and he was relieved by the steady indexes. He put down the instrument and walked to the other side of the medical table, where he began to change the blood-stained bandages and gauze for the wounded on the table.

"He's bleeding profusely." Bayer said without raising his head. "I've tried many things but I couldn't stop the bleeding, and Horus hurt him badly."

Acudona didn't answer, he couldn't answer - his logic and what little sanity he had left had been shattered, and ordinary people couldn't understand this fear, because it wasn't a normal emotion in the first place.

This is a complex emotion that comes from the mixing of awe in genes and acquired reverence.

In other words, witnessing a near-dead Vogrim made Acudona almost insane.

Bayer glanced at him, giving him time to recover, while he continued to keep his head down. Fogram's worst wound was in the abdomen, and Horus pierced his armor and body with lightning claws.

He could have ripped the phoenix apart like that, even pulling out his spine and internal organs, but he didn't.

He did only one thing after defeating the phoenix in an understatement.

Horus turned off Lightning Claw's disintegrating field and used the weapon to hold up his brother's mortally wounded body, and began to tell him something.

Blood was pouring out, and the phoenix was struggling, screaming and roaring, trying to fight back. The phoenix scolded his madness, but Horus spoke softly about his vision.

Seeing this scene with their own eyes, the Phoenix Guards began to fight desperately.

The Sons of Horus fought with them, and when they were victorious, they fell silent for the scene next to the throne.

Bayer arrived later, and the Emperor's Son had already been declared defeated, and he had come to meet Horus and Fogham—he had thought that Fogen was only imprisoned, but he had not expected to see such a bloody scene.

And what about Horus? He was whispering softly, telling of the anecdotes of the past brothers, the honors they had achieved together, and the smile that he even remembered when he talked about it for thirty years, and looked like the man he had been.

If it weren't for Ezekel Abaddon, Bayer is sure he would have been talking until Vogrim was dead.

Stopping his thoughts, Fabius Bayer forced himself to concentrate. He didn't want to think back to that scene, even if it was too crazy for him.

He ripped off the old bandage on the side of Vogrim's abdomen, leaving the wound empty, the flesh that had been directly hit by the lightning claw gone, revealing the internal organs and physiology that Bayer could not comprehend.

Once again, he is reminded that he can't heal Fogham, and he can't even comprehend the original body's body structure. The pride of being a pharmacist led him to try to deny it, but he eventually found Acudona.

The pride of the pharmacist was nothing to mention in front of Vogrim's life.

After a few minutes, he finished his busyness and breathed a sigh of relief with blood on his hands. He looked at Acudona and said, "I know you hate me, but it doesn't matter, we all have at least one thing on the same page, Acudona?" ”

The Emperor's Son slowly moved his neck and looked at him.

"We all want Vogrim to survive." Bayer said, repeating the phrase as he took off his blood-stained medical gloves. "The Phoenix must survive, do you understand this, Acdona?"

"What do you want to do?"

"You shouldn't have asked me that." Bayer said solemnly. "It's not something I can control. Listen, I want the Phoenix to survive, and so does the commander. He's changed a little, but he's still in love. ”

"Love?" Acudona asked softly. "You're really crazy, Fabius Bayer."

"I didn't." The chief pharmacist repeated. "Listen, I can't treat Forgrim, and neither can the commander. He was a warrior, not a healer. But the Spirit of Vengeance can. ”

"Vengeful spirits?" Acdona grinned as if he had heard a funny joke, and he turned to look around, stamping his foot again.

Then he asked Bayer: "The spirit of vengeance?" Over here? The ship? ”

"Yes."

Acudona was answered. He then grabbed a disemboweling scalpel and stabbed it into Fabius Bayer's chest. He pinpointedly pierced one of Bayer's hearts, but the latter did not resist and let him do it.

Blood poured out, and Bayer fell to his knees with a pale face, his hands raised, and he grabbed the back of Acudona's neck and pulled him to his side. It wasn't a rebellion, it was just so that Acudona could hear him more clearly.

"You have to understand," Fabius Bayer gasped. "Try to understand this, Cudona, it doesn't matter who has the means to survive Vogrim, what matters is that he has to survive."

"Go on." Acudona stared into his eyes, twisting the scalpel in an extremely flat tone. "I'll decide if I'm going to pierce your last heart, depending on the situation."

"You have to fight, you guys," Bayer gasped in pain. "Vengeful spirits will absorb the blood shed in battle to heal Vogrim."

"Who told you these Arabian Nights? Do you know what your words sound like, Bayer? ”

"You have no second way but to believe." Fabius Bayer told him firmly. "I questioned these things as well, but I chose to believe it because I didn't want to see Vogrim die."

"Well, maybe you shouldn't have chosen betrayal in the first place." Acudona sneered and pulled out the scalpel, moved it to Bayer's second heart, and stabbed it deeply. "Why should I trust you?"

"Because I want to save him." Fabius Bayer said, looking him in the eye.

The scalpel was close to his last heart. He could feel the tingling and the feeling of the blade slowly moving within his chest. But that didn't stop him from staring into Acudona's eyes, and nothing could stop him.

Fogrem had to survive.

After looking at him for a few seconds, Acudona pulled out his scalpel and asked a question.

"You just mentioned you." He said. "Tell me it's not what I thought it would."

Fabius Bayer did not answer.

——

"I don't believe it's true." Garvier Loken said. His expression was pained, his lips pursed, and he sat in his seat as if he were on pins and needles.

Tariq Togarton sat beside him, the joking warrior now reticent. His hands were clasped together against his chin.

The same was true of Horus Eichmande, whose face was overly similar to that of Horus was now furrowed, fine beads of sweat covering his forehead.

Of the four people present, only Azerkell Abaddon was calm, and if you ignore his clenched fists, he is no different from usual.

"Calm down." Abaddon said. "We are all members of the Council of the Four Kings, and we must remain calm at all times to give the original body the advice he needs."

"I've quit." Tariq Togarton turned his head to look at Abaddon.

He didn't laugh or joke, but said it very calmly.

"I mentioned this when I was still on Davin, and I will not be a member of the Council of the Four Kings again."

"I don't want to discuss this with you right now." Abaddon said. "I know what you're trying to say, yes, that bastard of Erebus can't be trusted, but he's got the commander back."

"Rehabilitation?" Gavel Lorcan asked aggressively. "Look at what he's doing now, Abaddon, what do you call healing?"

"Or else?" Abaddon asked flatly, glancing sideways at the two of them. "He can even beat Fogham in a one-on-one fight, and that's not rehabilitation, what?"

"That's a murder at all!" Lorcan growled under his breath.

"It is not uncommon for soldiers to fight each other and occasionally shed blood."

"And how do you explain what's going on?" Lorcan asked again, and reached out to the field below. "Why did he order the Emperor's sons to fight each other?"

In the face of his provocative tone, Abaddon did not answer. His eyes were glued to the battle below, and Tariq Togarton spoke again.

"How are we going to report this to the Empire?"

"Horus will fix it." Abaddon said calmly. "He's a battle commander, it's just a battle due to a misunderstanding"

"Not me." Horus Eichmander said dryly that he was often referred to as 'Little Horus' because of his appearance, and that he was proud of it. Of course, he brought it up now and jumped out and willingly acted as a clown, just to liven up the atmosphere.

Of course, of course, he failed.

"Resolved? How is this going to be resolved? Fogrem is almost dead, and his heirs are now being asked to kill each other to 'heal' their father? What kind of cure is this, Ezekel Abaddon? ”

"Don't yell at me, Lorcan." Abaddon said, his hands gripping the armrests of the chair tightly. "What you and Togardon said to Daven at the time was enough to me off, you objected to having Davin's natives heal Horus, but you didn't want to come up with another plan."

"Didn't I have one?" Lorcan interrupted him rudely. "Didn't I tell you that we went to find Jaelziño Guzmán of the Eighth Legion? He healed Karil Lohals and Robert Killeman! ”

"Running from Daven to the Nostramo?!" Abaddon finally roared. "He might die halfway through!"

Tariq Togarten stood up calmly and pulled Lorcan out of the way. Little Horus sat uneasy, wanting to leave, but also wanting to continue to sit with Abaddon.

Abaddon did not speak, he fell silent. Beneath the high platform, the Emperor's sons are piercing each other's chests.

Further above the high platform, Horus Lupecar stared at it all with a smile.

He is not crazy, how can a madman still distract himself from listening to the voices of his children? He looked at the backs of Gavel Lorcan and Tariq Togarton as they left, and sighed regretfully.

Updated.

(End of chapter)