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The transporter slowly drove towards Terra.

Enter the atmosphere and fly straight to the highest point of the planet.

As the transport plane drove through a city, Kiliman saw that all the people in the city, both upper and lower, came out and knelt down in the street and kowtowed to the transport plane.

And the soldiers are holding laser rifles, kneeling while monitoring whether the others are actually kneeling.

Parts of Terra have become chaotic and dirty.

In a neighborhood where the streets were littered with excrement, Killiman saw a large crowd of ragged people gathered and exalting "Behold your lowly and poor people, God-Emperor!" "Brand.

Some of the soldiers tried to dissuade the poor people, but Kiliman's transport plane had already flown over, and the soldiers roared angrily and rushed to the heavy logging guns to shoot at the poor people.

By the time the original transport plane reached the top of the block, the soldiers had already set the bodies of the dead poor to the ground.

In their opinion, they have created a clean "corridor" for the Primordial, but the Primordial's superhuman gaze has seen everything.

Kiliman stood by the window, glaring angrily at all the atrocities on the ground, he didn't comment or reprimand, just staring was enough to make everyone in the transport plane dare not even breathe.

The transport plane continued to fly, and when it was still a hundred kilometers from the palace, Kiliman came to the top of a slum.

The ghetto was even more filthy and chaotic, with albinos in fancy clothes running to the high points of the ghetto, carrying missiles in an attempt to shoot down transport planes.

But then the higher-ups of the Star Court appeared with their own personal guards and slaughtered the slums, killing everyone with their psionic energy and burning all the buildings.

It is clear that Terra is becoming chaotic and that the High Lords' Council is losing control of some areas.

"Holy Terra." Kiliman looked at everything beneath his feet with contempt, "Some of the places here have a worse standard of living than the worst nest capital in the five hundred worlds, how is this doing?" ”

"The subspace storm has blocked the transportation of food and water, and everyone except the nobility and the upper echelons of the institutional department has been cut off from water." The pilot of the transport aircraft responded to the original.

This pilot wears the medals of his ancestors.

The one who can fly a transport plane for the original body will not be an ordinary pilot, but this pilot is an air force general in the mortal army of the solar system.

"No wonder." Killiman nodded.

If there is a lack of food and water, it is understandable that Terra is not in a good condition right now.

After all, Terra's environment was rotten long before the start of Terra's Unification War, and the planet was heavily dependent on supplies from the outside world.

"My fleet has brought a lot of food and fresh water." Kiriman faced Kaul, "Let the Ultramarines go down and distribute food and fresh water to these impoverished areas." ”

"Yes." Kaul nodded, sending a string of orders to the Otrama fleet.

The pilot also heard Kiliman's words, and he said in a reverent tone: "The mercy of the Son of God bathes everyone in Terra, and when they get enough food and fresh water, the untouchables will roll back into their-covered huts and stay honest." ”

Killman's brow furrowed, his eyes narrowed.

The atmosphere inside the transport plane instantly became suffocating, and the pilot, knowing that he had said the wrong thing, quickly shut up.

After another round of flights, the transport plane arrived at Terra Palace.

The Praetorian Army directed the pilots to land the transport plane on the tarmac.

When the hatch opened, Killiman saw half of the Praetorian Army, his father's own soldiers lined up on the road to welcome the arrival of the Primordial.

Killiman wasn't in a good mood, and he ignored anyone who wished to talk to him, and walked straight inside the Terra Palace building.

He knows the road well.

When he and Marshal Waldo of the Forbidden Army jointly issued a restriction order on the Forbidden Army, Kiliman stayed in the palace for a long time.

The Praetorian Army was also very efficient, and they did not perform all kinds of strange rituals, but arranged for one person to bring Kiriman to the location of the Golden Throne.

Kaul, however, was left on the tarmac by two Janissary troops.

Killiman wanted to take Kaul with him, but Kaul just shook his head and stood honestly next to the transport plane, waiting for Killiman to return.

On the way to the Golden Throne, Killiman pondered with trepidation.

Is his father still alive?

What will he look like in 10,000 years?

Why do humans worship him as a god? Does he really look like a god now?

This is not the first time Kiriman has felt this kind of apprehension, as he was in the same mood when his adoptive father was killed by the tribesmen of Makurag 10,000 years ago, and he went to his adoptive father's funeral.

I hope that everything is well, but my heart is full of grief.

Just as Kiriman pondered, a group of psionics led by the Forbidden Army and the Astral Court passed by.

Killiman knew that those were the psionics who used the emperor as firewood.

These psionics were dressed decently at this time, and they didn't look sad, and most of them only had ecstasy and frenzy on their faces.

It was as if they had been brainwashed into not believing that they were going to die, but that they were going to serve the Emperor forever under the throne of the Emperor of God and body.

"A bunch of maniacs." Killiman said secretly in his heart.

The psionics went to the Golden Throne first, followed by a barrage of screams and the sound of music as the ritual took place.

In the end, only the people of the Astral Court and the forbidden army came out of the Golden Throne, and those psionics had obviously been sacrificed to the Emperor.

As he passed past Kiriman, the man of the Astral Court stood against the wall, then knelt down, pressed his head against the ground, and only stood up when the original body passed in front of him, and walked back in three steps.

The Praetorian Army led Killiman on, eventually coming to a door.

The Janissaries stopped and opened the door.

When Killiman entered the room, the door was slammed shut again.

The vast room was filled with ceremonial objects of the state religion, and the golden throne was placed against the wall, humming incessantly.

The emperor sat on a golden throne with his sword resting flat on his lap.

At the Emperor's feet was some black dust, and Killiman had heard that the Chulisas Court of the Assassins would use it as an anti-psionic bomb.

"Father." Kiliman snorted softly.

The emperor didn't react at all, and it was hard not to make Kiliman think he was a dead man.

The dry skin clings to the bones, no muscles are visible, no fat is visible, and even the dead trees of the Macurag winter look more alive than the emperor.

How could he still be alive?

Kiriman thought.

But the emperor did live.

Killiman suddenly felt palpitations, and at this moment, in the original body's brain, he felt something cast his gaze on him.

The temperature inside the skull rose suddenly, as if something was burning the brain.

(End of chapter)