After the raucous Victory Parade came to an end, a scarred and wrecked battleship arrived at Klentarina under the escort of the Queen of Glory-class battleship Indomitable Truth.

During their journey across the Krenna sector, the Dark Angels repeatedly advised Captain Sarafur to transfer the original body to the safer Indomitable Truth so that they could send their wrecked cruiser to rest and be maintained, but the proud Angel Heir refused the Battle Brothers' kindness.

The blood-drinking sword, covered in bruises, brought the remains of St. Giles and the bad news of Baal's destruction.

It wasn't until the warband leader Sarafur and the technical sergeant Olitos carried the crystal coffin carrying the original body down to the starport and led the dark angels to the orbit to meet them that they found that there were only two people on the ship.

"Is there no one else on board?"

"No, right? And the angel's coffin was left with only corpses all over the ground. It's a shame they've been able to get to where they are with a boatload of dead bodies......"

"How can it be so ......?"

The Blood Angel is no longer there, and the Scarlet Nobles have fallen to the Boundary-Breakers along with the 9th Expeditionary Fleet, with Saraph and Olitos being the last survivors.

The Anglican Church reacted quickly, and many priests chanted the Word and placed the crystal coffin of the angel in the Cathedral of Hymns, dedicated to the emperor.

Seeing that the body of the Father of Genes was finally bathed in the Emperor's holy light again, the warband leader Sarafur, who was dragging a wound, finally passed out with peace of mind. He was mortally wounded in the Battle of Baal's Fall, and it is a miracle that he has survived until now with only a few simple treatments.

The unconscious Saraph was taken away by the Dark Angel Apothecary.

Lane clasped the armor of the Baptist, and came to the technical sergeant Olitos, and the lion's ambitious eyes looked him directly into the eyes: "Tell me, what happened to Baal. ”

"......" Oletos looked up at the procession of priests who carried the body of St. Giles into the church, and then looked at the Dark Angel Honor Guard who guarded his genetic father around him, and couldn't help but feel a certain inexplicable and inexplicable sour emotion in his heart.

Why are the Dark Angels able to huddle around their father, while we can't even hold our own primordial planet?

Oletos was a little discouraged and bowed to Ryan in front of him. "As you wish, noble Primordial ......"

The Governor of Banhardt arranged for them a secret room, which contained only three people, Ryan, Olitos, and the Secretary of the Ministry of the Interior.

When the scribe's quill landed on the parchment, the technical sergeant began his narration:

"At first, we went to Baal just to get a feather from our genetic father......"

"Because of the glory of the Angelic Bloodline, Captain Saraph led us to join the 9th Expeditionary Fleet of the Terra Expedition, and with the blessing of the Prophetess and the military assistance of the Bulletiners, we began the Holy Expedition to send the Stargate Construction Template to Terra.

In the homeland of the Archangels, the Blood Angel Think Tank on Barmesis foretold the beginning of the expedition, and the 9th Expeditionary Fleet was allowed to go to Baal to receive the blessing given to us by our genetic fathers, a feather from St. Giles himself. ”

Speaking of this, Olitos' expression was a little lonely, they just went to Barr to meet a feather of St. Giles, but they were forced by the situation to take the entire body of their genetic father.

"When we arrived in Baal, Barona was being invaded by the Apocamores, and the will of the Blood God manifested there, trying to touch the remains of our fathers...... The Angels of the Holy Blood cannot tolerate such blasphemy.

The newly arrived 9th Expeditionary Fleet decisively joined the battle, fighting with the Baal Defenders against the Dreadmonitor of the Baal Lands, and the Crimson Upstarts charged into battle with the Blood Angels on the battlefield for the most pomp and circumstance since the end of the Expeditionary Age, and the Heirs of the Holy Blood were enough to destroy all enemies......

…… Except for the demon that appeared in the land of the divine angels. ”

"The Lord of the Red Sands with its flaming wings stepped out of the mountain of corpses and blood, shattering countless skulls with every step, an ominous sword in its left hand and a rumbling tamasoch in its right, each of its roars as if it came from the deepest depths of hell, enough to break the will of the toughest warriors.

It's the World Eater, it's the gladiator, it's the Emperor's 12th heir, the Blood God's Fearful Ascension Primordial Body, Angron. ”

Olitos' voice trembled slightly as he narrated, and Ryan crossed his hands without saying a word, knowing very well what it meant for the rampaging Angron to appear on the battlefield—it meant slaughter.

"Wait! Allow, let me trespass...... Noble Primordial ...... What is the 'twelfth son of the emperor'? The clerk who was in charge of recording the secret conversation slapped the quill in his hand on the table, and his face was full of horror, and he could not believe what heresy he had just heard.

"As we all know, His Majesty the Divine Emperor used his genes as a model to create 9 Primordial Beings, and led the 9 Sacred Astarte Legions to start the era of the magnificent Great Expedition...... But what are you talking about now, the '12th Child', the 'Sadistic Ascension Primordial Body', I ...... I don't understand...... Where does this heresy come from? ”

Could it be that this Lord Astarte is going to say something, that some primordial has betrayed the emperor and thrown himself into the hands of Chaos?

What a blasphemy this is!!

Olitos was silent, he didn't immediately respond to the clerk's question, but looked at the lion king in front of him, wanting to know what the original body himself was and how he reacted to this.

Looking at the resolute look on the clerk's impassioned speech, Ryan's palm on the table clenched into a fist slightly, and slowly released it, and finally he sighed helplessly, his golden eyes full of sadness.

The clerk is right, the emperor has only 9 sons, the empire only has 9 Astarte legions, there has never been a rebellion in Horus, and there is no ascension protogenus and demon prince.

This is the official canon of the Empire, which cannot be refuted or questioned by anyone, and even for the vast majority of ordinary people of the Empire, they are unaware of the existence of Chaos. Only a few people, such as the clerk, are aware of the existence of the so-called evil god pollution.

For example, the recent Victory Parade at Klentarina was not a celebration of Admiral Genevia's repulsion of the fleet against the Chaos Blade, but a celebration of the Imperial Navy's holding the line under the attack of cultists and degenerans.

Yes, this is what the human empire looks like today, one lie after another, built on one battlefield after another, and built the walls that support the Golden Throne.

"Let him go on, and you can record it truthfully." Lane said: "I will judge whether or not the words of Euritos are heresy. ”

"......," Olitos remained silent.

The clerk glared hatefully at Olitos, who was sitting across from him, picked up the quill again, and continued his note-taking work.

“…… We were quickly defeated. Olytos said:

"The power of the Sons of God is absolute, and countless horrific bloodsanders have emerged from the slaughter of Angron and scattered us with rolling flames. Every swing of the battle axe in the hands of the Lord of the Red Sand can take the lives of at least 5 elite veterans, and even the knight mech can't do anything about it.

Even the Titan Legion, which was urgently brought in by the Mechists to support them, was slaughtered by Angron alone......"

"We're losing ground and we're losing out." "When we realized that we could not hold Baal from the frenzied onslaught of the Sadistic Army, it was too late.

Commander Sarafur and the Captain of the Holy Blood Angels, 'Holmos', have made a blood oath that we will do whatever it takes to delay the advance of the Sadistic Demon Army and buy time for the rear troops to transfer the remains of the genetic ancestors.

In any case, the remains of St. Giles must not be defiled by terrorism. ”

There was silence in the chamber, and the rustle of a quill against the paper was left for the clerk to finish his account, and then Olitos spoke:

"The children of the angels have gone forward one after another, and countless soldiers have died honorably on the battlefield, and we refuse to take even half a step back in the glorious battle, because behind us is the soul of the Father...... The hellish grind lasted for 8 days and 8 nights, until Holmos, the leader of the Holy Blood Angels, was also killed by Angelon's sword, and I stepped onto the battlefield with my weapon. ”

Ryan's expression was serious, and he understood the weight of these seemingly bland words.

Olitos is a technical sergeant who belongs to the logistics support staff of the war group, and is generally responsible for repairing weapons and maintaining equipment in the rear, and is not involved in front-line combat.

The commander of the battle group was killed, the Titan Legion was completely wiped out, and even the logisticians such as technical sergeants were on the battlefield, which shows how terrible the intensity of the war on Baal is.

"I'm lucky and unlucky." Olitos says:

"Luckily, when I went to the battlefield, this terrible meat grinding war had come to an end, and the demon prince Angelon, who was summoned through the skull sacrifice ritual, could only exist in the real universe for 8 days, and after 8 days, it was forced to return to the subspace.

Unfortunately, I did not die gloriously in Barr with my fighting brothers, but instead became a cowardly deserter, fleeing with the mortally wounded Captain Salaf and the remains of my late father.

It was the eighth day of the war, and the bloodletting and apocryphal bulls raging on the battlefield suddenly blew the horn of evacuation, and the original devastating offensive had advanced under the walls of the fortress monastery, and further into the place where the angels slumbered. But at this time, the Torture Demon Army Ming Jin withdrew his troops.

It was the middle of the night, and there were still a few hours left before Angelon's existence, but the red-eyed butcher had fought back his anger and disappeared early, returning to the Sea of Souls with all the vamplitists who had been forced to endure the resentment of not being able to capture the original remains.

That's when we really understood...... Angelon did not disappear because the time limit of his existence was up, but fled in a hurry. ”

"But it's too late."

Oletos' shoulders trembled, as if recalling a nightmare that had cast a shadow on him for life, and cold sweat ran down his sideburns:

"Can you imagine? The venerable primordial body, the sadistic bloodletter who is entangled in fire and thirsty for blood, the tyrannical demon who doesn't know what fear is, is actually crying......"

Ryan was stunned.

Olitos continued with great speed: "I heard a terrible cry resounding in the battlefield covered with skulls, and the retreat of the Sadistic Demon Army was so scattered that it could not be called a retreat, but a hasty flight with their armor thrown away.

Something more terrifying than demons, more extreme than chaos, has come to Baal. They are high predators, while demons are just sweet lambs to the slaughter...... Even the Lord of the Red Sands, who single-handedly slaughtered an entire Titan legion, was devoured by the strange creature that devoured a thigh in his way of fleeing Baal - if that thing could be called a 'creature'. ”

In the chamber, the rustle of quills writing parchment came to an abrupt end, and the shock caused Ryan's mouth to open slightly, without making a sound.

40, the L-star gate of the Krenna sector was built on Pluto

This is rare good news since the fall of Baal and the outbreak of the Eye of Fear expansion war.

The more than a million colonies of the Human Empire are scattered like stars in the vast Milky Way, separated by astronomical distances, so the lines of communication are the lifeblood of human civilization. It is foreseeable that the breakthrough of the stargate will bring many unprecedented changes to the Klenna star region, some of which are good and some of which are bad.

Russell didn't have the energy to observe these changes, so he left through the L-Star Gate network and returned to his hometown of Falla.

The Titan of the Pot of Greed, which carries the Temple of the Ring, is the first ship to reach Falla through the L-Star Gate, and the only unique ship in the entire Far Eastern Star Domain to carry religious buildings, and she takes Russell across the already prosperous urban planet Embra to the sky above a beautiful blue-green planet.

In the middle airspace of Space City 1 and 2, which were converted from two satellites, the Gray Gu Mothership, the 'Fódlan' Bio-Ark, and several 'Cedar' Heavy Titans that floated silently had been waiting here for a long time.

There are two types of Titan Titan construction templates designed by Grey Wind in two types: the 'Preacher' Main Battle Titan for the military fleet, and the 'Cedar' Heavy Titan for use only within the Order of Truth.

The former is the main battle, and the latter is the main defense. Now, except for the pot of greed, the five 'Cedars' are anchored above Falla, indicating that the high-level officials of the Truth Order have gathered here to wait for Russell's arrival.

Today is an important day, taking advantage of the return of the original body, the star bomber decided to hold the first summit of the Far Eastern star field in the former Falla Senate, to discuss several important issues to be discussed and solved, and to establish a general outline for the future development direction of the Far East star field.

First, there is the increasingly serious refugee problem in the Far Eastern Star Domain, where more and more poor civilians of the Human Empire have to smuggle themselves into the actual control area of the Truth Cult in black boats, even at the risk of their lives.

Second, in the southwest of the Far Eastern Star Field, the migrating green tide has collided with the space necromantic Sotek Dynasty, and a war between aliens has broken out, and the war is in full swing. Should the Truth Church watch from the sidelines, or should it wait for an opportunity to make a profit?

Third, the integration of the Far Eastern Star Domain has been basically completed, and the management system has been initially established, and it is time to decide the most important question, that is: what kind of political entity does the leader want to establish in the Far Eastern Star Domain?

Or to put it another way – which way are we going?

(End of chapter)