Just today, Valentus Dollo accepted something he would never have accepted before. These things sound like a challenge to his reason, and what is even more terrifying is that if you want to understand, you have to look at it without reason.

And this is simply difficult for an extreme warrior to ascend to the sky, but fortunately, the benevolent Vulcan helped him.

Of course, this help was not very gentle, nor was it as Valentus pleased. However, the result is still something to celebrate, after all, Vulcan did not die.

No, correction: He was resurrected.

Again: He has returned from death, and the lost eye has returned.

"My lord—" Yingjie struggled to put down the datapad in his hand. "—Our instruments and doctors show that you're cured."

Vulcan glanced at him for a long time before nodding.

The muscles of his massive body were still knotted, and the once bloody skin and sunken chest were now back to their original state. Aside from the numbness of his eyes, he was almost indistinguishable from when he was alive.

No, it's not. Once again, Valentus corrected himself in his heart, and the Lord of the Fire Dragon was now alive. Yes, that's right, he lived, and never died.

Well, he'd died at least once, but he's still alive on the throne!

Valentus blinked numbly, throwing away the emotions.

Seconds later, in awe of witnessing the resurrection of the dead, he asked, "Do you need anything?" ”

"Is Perturabo there?"

"Yes."

"Excuse me, please come over. Also, I would like to ask, how is my clan currently doing? ”

Valentuston took a deep breath - a breath that could even be called a gasp of terror given what he was going to say next. Seeing his reaction, Vulcan also smiled bitterly and raised his hand to stop him.

"Forget it, Yingjie." He shook his head. "I believe in their tenacity, please tell those who are still alive that I will go and see them as soon as possible."

I see." Valentus replied heavily, bowed his head, and turned to leave the room.

Ten minutes later, he returned with Perturabo in tow, not very fast, for they were followed by an old lady. Through the glass, Vulcan spotted them.

He stood up in embarrassment and wrapped himself in the white cloth - the Lord of the Dragons was a little annoyed, knowing that he should let Valentus find him clothes. He hadn't expected Talasha Yuton to come.

The door slowly slid open, and his visitors arrived. Peturabo was the quickest at his pace, and it was as if he couldn't wait. He rushed up to Vulcan, arms outstretched, and for a moment, Vulcan thought he was trying to give himself a hug.

But he didn't.

The Iron Lord calmly lowered his hand, then lifted it again, then lowered it again, and finally, he chose to pat Vulcan's shoulder.

"I'm glad you're back." He paused. "Again."

"You know I'll be back." Vulcan said with a smile. "I'll keep coming back until it's done."

"Lord Vulcan—" On the other side, a lady with a cane frowned and greeted him. However, she quickly reversed her fire. "—Valentus, my Lord Hero, why didn't you even bring him clothes?"

The hero of Ocruz coughed in embarrassment.

"It's nothing, ma'am." Vulcan gently relieved him. "I didn't think of it myself."

"But it's still rude." Yutun said stubbornly. "It's a- I'm sorry, my lord."

The housekeeper sighed, "I should have let you talk to each other first." ”

"It doesn't matter." Perturabo said hoarsely, his reaction causing Vulcan to look at him with a slight surprise.

"In a way, if Robert Killiman isn't in Makurag, then you're part of him, or at least a spokesperson, Talasha Yuton. So you're perfectly free to speak your mind in a conversation like this. ”

"Thank you for your magnanimity, my lord." Yutun bowed slightly. "But I'd rather ask about the follow-up to what you just said. What the hell happened to Lord Motarian? ”

She did it on purpose, she politely asked Peturabo to say that sentence before asking about it. Vulcan thought.

He had only met Talasha Yuton a few times, but that was enough to impress the lady. She is a person who takes matters into her own hands, and will never ignore what is right or fair because of the identity of the other party.

Vulcan felt that this was a skill she had honed over the course of her long association with Robert Killiman. Very few mortals are able to express their hearts and maintain themselves in the face of the original body.

More people will become disgusting because of their natural coercion.

"He was tortured." Peturabo said calmly. "That's it, ma'am, and he resisted until he died."

"But how did you escape?" Yutun asked sharply. "May the great Lord Motarian rest in peace—but if things are as simple as you say, how did you escape?"

"Do you have to get to the bottom of it?" Peturabo looked at him coldly.

His gaze was horrific enough to destroy all fortresses, but Yutun didn't back down. She clenched her cane and didn't take a step back. Valentus moved two steps of concern, approaching her, worried about the Iron Lord's terrible temper known for the Empire.

"I've always been like that, if necessary, Master Perturabo." Yutun said slowly. "I can get to the bottom of it at any time, and I know it's annoying, but I have to get the truth."

She paused, and even took a step forward to meet Perturabo's gaze.

"And if you can't stand it, I suggest you tell me sooner rather than later—for there is only one way to tell me the truth and another way to stop asking, my lord."

"Good." Perturabo clenched his fists and exhaled slowly. "Vulcan, tell her."

"Hmm-huh?" The Lord of the Fire Dragon looked over in amazement.

"Tell her what she wants to know." The Lord of Steel turned calmly. "You heard what I said, I don't want to talk to this little Makurag for a while."

Vulcan looked at him in embarrassment, and then at Talasha Youton. He even tried to turn to Valentus for help, but the Ultramarines tried to open their mouths, but were forced to stop speaking by the cane raised by the 'little Macurag'.

"Let him speak, Lord Yingjie!" Yutun snapped. "He's so tall, I'm so small!"

"What the hell are you trying to say, ma'am?" Valentus looked at him blankly.

"I don't know." Yudon said, his eyes still fixed on Vulcan.

The Lord of the Fire Dragon sighed helplessly, and his expression finally changed. Sadness and grief crept up his spine at once, making him look as if he had aged several times. Looking at him with such an emotional exposure, Yuton, who was still aggressive before, also changed his expression suddenly.

Several complex emotions flashed on her face, such as sympathy and reluctance, and her hands were clenched tightly on her cane, and her fingers were white. However, she still did not let go.

After a long time, the blacksmith from the Nocturne spoke in a low voice about his brother's death.

"Motarian has been resisting." He whispered. "The thing raised his offspring from the dead, forced them to act with pestilence, and persuaded him to kneel with the power of filth"

"He wrapped him with pestilence, shut him up inside, and tormented him without ceasing. The thing knew him perfectly, torturing Motarian while pinpointing his fears, hopes, and hearts. ”

"I could tell from Motarian's reaction that he was telling the truth, which was a shame, but also terrifying. Why did He know Motarian so well? ”

He humiliated him, and then tortured him to death, shattering his bones and flesh with every word. I tried to save him, but I couldn't move at all. Then that thing began to tempt him and try to bring Him to his knees."

"And he didn't." Peturabo, with his back to the crowd, said.

"He's been resisting, and that thing is so angry about it, and we can hear his anger. He pretended not to care, but we all heard it, and so did Motarian. He laughed and mocked the thing in the plague, and He tore off the veil of hypocrisy once and for all. ”

Vulcan closed his eyes.

"It was the most horrific and fearless scene I've ever seen in my life." He told Yutun and Valentus. Motarian's form changed under the force of the thing, and the back of his spine began to bulge, and his face began to grow distorted and pale.

"The same whispers I could hear all the time erupted at this point, as well as the desecrated death guards, whose corpses knelt down. Beginning to whisper Motarian's name along with that whisper also gave him a sordid name, and they called him the Prince of Corruption. ”

"And Motarian—" The Lord of the Dragons smiled abruptly. "—I don't know how to describe him, but in a split second, he seemed to be a different person."

His body changed back in that instant, his armor shining as new, and his weapon resting securely in his hand. He looked at us, his unstained face full of calm. ”

I saw a dark cloud of black light flickering in his eyes, and then he raised his right hand, and the gun, the spear called the lantern, turned into thunder in the sky in that instant, shattering everything. When the thunder cleared, he, the thing, and Horus were gone. ”

The bodies of the Death Guards calmed down, but the ship began to call the police, and the readings were abnormal. Then, we decided to take the plunge out of subspace. ”

Vulcan opened his eyes and sighed.

"Navigators and think tanks are almost all dead for this project, but, as things stand, they are dead."

Talasha Yuton silently raised her cane and saluted. Only Valentus recognized her etiquette, an ancient Illirium ritual dedicated to mourning heroes.

"May he rest in peace." She said.

"Unless we kill all the traitors." Peturabo said coldly, still with his back to everyone.

This chapter is 3k, a total of 10,000, and 5k is owed, and it will be repaid tomorrow.

(End of chapter)