Collapsing, burning, destroying everything he knew, everything he was proud of—everything, was burning in the flames of war.

And that's even just the beginning.

The Lord of Humanity stopped, the wreckage of the web still burning behind him. Except for the entrance he had maintained with his strength, everything else was already in flames.

Maybe in the future, they can be unearthed and rebuilt, but that's not something he can think about now.

He looked up at the entrance of the net, and at the wide gate, a huge blood-stained Imperial Skyhawk glittered. It is the exit, and the only entrance, and behind it, between the thrones.

And it was here that the forbidden army fought to the death

The Wanfu Regiment suffered heavy casualties.

He realized this, and the cause and effect were instantly linked, found out from Terra's shattered time, and sent into the depths of his psyche.

Grief slowly welled up, but more of it was pride, because every dead forbidden army died in battle. But they are not alone.

The Silent Nun was always at her side, and the spirit of the Firehor Titans was still roaring, but no matter how hard and brave the loyalists were, they couldn't stop the demonic infiltration of the throne.

For every demon they killed, eight others jumped out, as if it had become an established rule, an eternal fact—and as always, the Emperor knew why.

He always knew.

The answer is war, war everywhere.

Spread across the galaxy, from the far reaches of the solar system to the ghoul stars in the far east, the galaxy that humanity has overrun with pride is now tormented by the flames of war they have kindled.

Such intensity and concentration gave a false god in the chaotic tide unprecedented power. He was already the strongest, because war has always been the main theme of the galaxy, and now, he is even stronger beyond comprehension.

He could even participate in four terrible wars at the same time and still have the power to spare.

The Son fought against the Father, and He did his part. He also contributed to the war that made the galaxy burn. He is about to begin a 10,000-year bloody war in Terra, and he is deeply trapped in it. He was even willing to devote most of his forces to a pointless battle with the newborn gods in the subspace.

He knew the purpose of this war, that they were going to hold Him back, and He didn't care. War is war, and no matter how you embellish it, it's war. And as long as it is a war, He is willing to participate.

He is not absent.

The Lord of Humanity closed his eyes and sank into the depths of his heart. One by one, his memories crossed his eyes, and finally fixed on the embarrassed face of his mother, Koja Zu, when La Endymion had not yet become a forbidden army.

Konstantin Valdo executed her.

She was charged with stealing water.

He didn't care about the other things the warlord had done, such as the brutal killings that purged the dissidents, or the flesh aberrations she had created through her clumsy imitation of the Praetorian Army and the Thunder Warriors

He didn't care about any of these things, but there was one thing he couldn't tolerate.

Koja Zu stole the last of the ocean on Terra to satisfy her own selfish desires. Before she died, she had a conversation with Konstantin Valdo.

The words followed the mind of the Janission Commander to his memory, and the woman's face still swirls in his memory to this day, just like the other dead.

The woman once asked Konstantin Valdo a very sharp question.

"Have you ever seen him breathe? The Lord of Mankind? You call him that, but have you ever heard him breathe? ”

She gazed at him through the eyes of Constantin Valdo, through broken time and broken memories, and finally issued this reproach.

Inside the burning tunnel, someone sighed.

He continued to go deeper.

If someone can be as powerful as he is, and live as long as he does, they may be able to understand what he is doing now. Sadly, no one can understand.

Karil Lohals was once on par with him in terms of strength, and now he is far beyond him, but he is far less old as a human being than the Emperor.

Oraniz, or Orl Pesson, may have a similar lifespan to him, but he is still just an eternal who has not yet broken out of the cycle of broken memory.

His memories are shattered, and in order to protect his reason, the Eternals have never stayed in a relationship or a life for long, they are not afraid to leave, only afraid that they will not be able to forget.

And the emperor remembered it all, starting with his father, to his first child. From the first person he killed with his own hands, to the apology issued by Horus Lupecar in the dark.

He closed his eyes, clenched the ring, and went deeper.

It was painful, it was too painful—every nerve in his body was throbbing, and the pain it caused was a terrifying wave, but it didn't shake his rock-solid sanity in the slightest.

Pure willpower mastered everything in this moment, resisted everything. His body impaled by Dracenion was still bleeding, he was still weak, but nothing could stop the Lord of Humanity from finding strength in his memories at this moment.

Then he finally found it.

Winter.

A cold winter, a cold winter that no longer belongs to him. He followed the snowflake and staggered through the darkness to find a man pushing a stone.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

There was an undeserved calm on the man's pale, sweaty face, and he turned his head to look at him, pressed his shoulder against the boulder that might fall, and nodded at him.

"Time in Terra continues to crumble." The emperor said. "The fruit is already predestined, and the cause is still forming. I gave Orr a gem, but he hasn't arrived in Terra yet. How long can you influence Him? ”

"For a long time." The man said. "Long enough for us to do everything."

He lowered his head and began to continue pushing the boulder. The monolith is pitch black and rough, and it may seem unremarkable at first glance, but if you look closely, you will find its true nature.

It was a stone made of molten bones and rusted swords, and the places where men came into contact with it were riddled with holes. Whether it's the neck, shoulders or arms. Blood snaked down his body in the darkness, forming a path of blood that began in a loop.

"The future of humanity is built on chance." The emperor said and began to walk with him. Men walk slowly, emperors go even slower, and they all have their own reasons.

"By chance. It doesn't mean everything. The man said. You should know better than I do that chance is a necessity. ”

The emperor did not reply, so the man had to continue.

"That gem reaches Ur Persson from your hand, and will eventually reach its rightful place and become a gun. How many people are constantly dying in broken time for this? You can see the future, Neos, and tell me, how many times have they died and come back to life in those 10,000 years of shattering? ”

The Emperor clutched the ring.

"Can't count." He said. "As I can't tell you how many living people have died for it."

"The living of the future?"

"Yes."

"From the moment they willingly set foot on Terra, they weren't the living." The man said in a low voice. "Whoever they choose to step on any of these sixty-five pieces, they will all be part of this eternal battle."

"People will soon find out about it, those unfamiliar armor paints, those unfamiliar numbers for support"

"But it's only when night comes that Terra is what she is now." The Emperor retorted. "There are still living beings moving on Terra, otherwise how would the Star Torch be maintained?"

"And sooner or later they will willingly stay." The man turned his head sideways again and smiled as Carlil Lohals. "Just like we're staying here. But I'm going to correct you, the Startorch was able to hold because someone locked its door. ”

The Emperor was silent for a moment, spitting out five names.

"It's my locked door." He said. "I locked them inside with countless demons, and they were still waiting for help, and they didn't know that support wasn't coming. There were only five of them, facing everything else. ”

"It's cruel." Carlil said with a smile. "We're really full of sins, so, are they out?"

"I don't know." The emperor said frankly. "Time is broken, the future is broken, I can't see every future, I can only see some one-sided things. All I know is that we won, and that you and I are the only ones left who will suffer, and that's it. ”

"Sounds like a good ending."

"That's not the end." The emperor said. "Perhaps—"

He stared at Carlil closely, but, until the end, the Lord of Humanity didn't say anything. All that remained in the darkness was the sound of Sisyphus' imitator pushing his blood-stained stone, and it was seconds, hours, years, and years before the emperor spoke again.

"—yes, that's not the end."

"Honestly, I don't care how it ends." Carlil said. "I just want to know if the names of the war dead are recorded and if the names of the victims are widely known"

"The last time you were here, you told me that a fortress wall had been built in the solar system based on the fragments of Terra. You say, they are city walls, but they are also monuments. So, is everything that the innocent victims did recorded? ”

The Emperor smiled.

"Of course, my friend." He sighed contentedly. "Otherwise, why do you think that explorer is on Terra?"

Sisyphus chuckled back, then blinked, "I guess Machado must be behind this, he must be tired but probably worth it." ”

"It's all worth it." The emperor said.

He opened his eyes, and the net was still burning. He lowered his head and spread out his right hand, the ring glittering.

"It's all worth it." A father said.

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It's too slow to write today, toothache + cold double debuff, if the creator really exists, why not give humans one more tooth change period, damn it, God, I spit on you.

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