"My brother who stays in Macurag, there shouldn't be a second person besides that guy."

Magnus hugged his chest with one hand, pinched his chin with the other, and his eyes flashed with doubt: "You want me to wear a crown for Robert Killiman?" - Put on this 'Helmet of Domination' for him? Are you sure? ”

"Of course." Russell picked up the hand that Gray Wind quietly put around his waist and said, "I'm pretty sure. ”

Looking at the peaceful exchange between the two, Inquisitor Alex Pullman felt that the whole world in front of him was collapsing. The psionics behind him trembled, and the third eye on his forehead was dripping with bright red blood, and it was clear that Magnus had not looked at him from the beginning, and the wizard king had lost all his fighting spirit just by standing there.

Dressed in a robe, Magnus looks suave and deep, like a philosopher or writer with deep thoughts, but the burly figure of the original body is reflected in the navigator's third eye, a subspace distorted silhouette that exudes ominous malice.

It was an evil being called the 'Red Devil', the Demon Prince of Tzeentch, the ...... Son of the Emperor.

"How... Probably ......" The navigator fell to his knees, blood dripping down the bridge of his nose.

In the official records of the Human Empire, the Lord of Mankind and his nine loyal sons of God have launched a sacred expedition to sweep the galaxy, regain lost lands, and reunite the shattered human civilization...... As for the 9 degenerate primordials who betrayed the emperor and the empire, all records were erased. In the history of the empire, they never existed.

Only those who have reached a certain level themselves, or who are exceptionally capable, can know the true history that no one knows. Alex, the Terra-born Inquisitor, and the elite backbone of the Navigator family are among them.

The demonic figure reflected in the navigator's eyes turned his head slightly, and Magnus's one-eyed saw through the hand that quietly touched the saber at his waist under the inquisitor's robe, and said helplessly: "Are you sure you want me to take their ship to Otrama?" ”

Russell was a little puzzled: "Do you have any concerns?" ”

"They recognized me for who I was." Magnus said lightly: "I will be assassinated on the way." ”

Russell smiled: "Obviously, I want to remind you not to kill them all." ”

"That's right." Magnus sighed softly, "The days of reading in the garden are over." ”

He picked up the Helm of Domination on the table with one hand, the crimson helmet was the color of blood, the two long sharp horns were bent nine times and eighteen times, and the pitch-black chains were wrapped like thorns growing on the stump of an old tree.

This is the helmet worn by the Brass Fortress owner: the Blood God Terrorist, and the pitch-black thorn chains wrapped around it are the seals that Russell has placed with his own subspace nature, and in Magnus's opinion, the seal that Russell has placed is actually even more ominous than the helmet itself.

Holding the Helm of Dominion in one hand, Magnus walked out the door and waved to the crowd behind him, "It's time to go, everyone." ”

The next moment, the anger and hatred in Alex's eyes were extinguished.

Inquisitor Alex, the Navigator Representative, the Techno Priest, and the others stood up in exactly the same motion and bowed to Russell. They then completely ignored their fellow clergymans who had their brains removed and died, and followed Magnus in silence and walked out the door.

What is the explanation for the dead missionary? Well...... Or do we swap hostages? Magnus thought as he walked towards the dock.

Gray Wind lay on Russell, his snow-white chin resting on his shoulder, and whispered, "That person's spell is terrifying." ”

"That's why I'm going to warn him, don't kill all the scout fleets." Russell said lightly: "Magnus is a demon, and it has always been, enslaving the soul of a human being is as natural as breathing for an existence like him, so don't be fooled by the kindness he disguises." ”

Grey Wind thought so.

After seeing Magnus leave, Russell also got up from the sofa and stretched: "Then, it's time for me to start moving." ”

"Where are you going?" Grey Wind asked nervously.

"Go pick a lucky network at random to supervise the battle." Russell walked out of the door and said, "The Spirit Clan has already blown up a branch of the network because of the unfavorable battle situation, and with the style of the Dark Spirit Clan, I am afraid that there are one and two. In order to protect the Comoros, they will stop at nothing. So I'll have to go there myself, and at least one of the branches that can be used must be saved......"

It's really forcing the Dark Eldar to be in a hurry, and it's not impossible to blow up the entire Ophelia node.

"I'll leave it to you, Grey Wind."

"Oh......" Gray Wind wilted, "Come back early." ”

While the Federation and the Dark Eldars were engaged in a fierce battle over the Ophelia node, in the far north, in the 'Gothic Star Sector' located in the eastern part of the Hazy Star Field, near the Extreme Star Field, an unknown asteroid quietly cracked a hidden subspace rift on the back.

A small, inconspicuous boat floats out of the crack and drifts with the current.

Inside the boat, a pious cardinal knelt down in front of a dried corpse and said respectfully, "We have arrived, Your Majesty, we have arrived in the Gothic Star Sector. ”

The corpse was speechless, but a strange sensation befell the cardinal, making him seem to hear a voice that seemed to come out of nowhere: "Hmm. ”

The bishop was overjoyed: "It is my pleasure to serve you, Your Majesty! ”

“……”

"Your Majesty?" The Bishop looked up tentatively, and glanced quickly at the corpse in front of him.

Together, the corpse was his colleague and a high-ranking bishop with a devout belief in the Lord of Humanity, and together they traveled with the 6th Expeditionary Fleet to the Maelstrom and destroyed the demonic base of the Whisperers, Golmek.

In a demonic world known as 'Karen', his colleague is inspired by the emperor to lead a team deep into the underground rift to find Fabius Bair, who is hiding within.

Eventually, they returned with the canon and the corpse of Fabius Bair, but the bishop who had been inspired by the emperor had been reduced to a lifeless, dried corpse with an evil artifact known as the 'Ebony Claw' in his arms.

The soul of his former colleague has returned to the Golden Throne, and now the will of the Lord of Humanity is housed in the body of this dried corpse.

Following the Emperor's instructions, he boarded a small ship with the sacred dried corpse and the evil Ebony Claw, started the engine without hesitation, and plunged headlong into the subspace. Small ships carrying a living and a dead man drifted through the turbulent Aetheric Turbulence, and by the time they returned to reality, they were already in the distant Gothic Sector.

"What should I do next? Your Majesty, please give me guidance on the lost. The bishop bowed his head.

"Wait." An illusory voice seemed to float from the top of the sky: "Wait for the 'Soul of Burning Steel' to find here, and you will hand over the Ebony Claw to a Forbidden Army in gold armor, and the Prophet by his side will understand everything." ”

"Do your bidding, my supreme god-emperor." The bishop prostrated himself on the ground with his hands and kissed the upper of the dried corpse.

(End of chapter)