When the Pope finished speaking, the living saint who wanted to present the crown had already walked to the golden platform.

It was an old man dressed in rags and covered in a foul smell, but judging from the eyes of the others around him, he was very respected.

Apparently this guy is an ascetic.

Still, Kiriman was willing to give a good face to the ascetics, and he got up from his throne with a smile and lifted up the living saint who was sincerely prostrate.

"Please let me put this crown on you, Son of God." The Living Saint pleaded.

Naturally, Kiliman nodded in agreement.

The Living Saint saluted again, then removed the crown from his backpack and gently placed it on the Primordial's head.

"Thank you." Kiriman nodded to the living saint, then motioned for him to stand before his throne and walk with him to accept the reverence of the people of Terra.

The procession moved on.

Kiriman sat upright on the throne, his expression solemn, without the indifference he had just had.

Almost everyone on Terra was gathered on both sides of the road, people next to each other, adults holding children, and they had come all the way to show their reverence and gratitude to the Original.

Countless flowers fall from the top of the head.

Among the flowers, Killiman saw the Emperor-class Titans who were guarding his Praetorian Army and walking slowly at the back of the line.

In the five hundred worlds of Otrama, the solar system, and Tyrone's fleet marched in array over the planet.

"Kiliman!"

"Primordial!"

"Miko!"

"You are the savior of the empire, you are the savior of humanity, and what you have done is greater than what your father did!"

"Lord Primordial, how can I show you my reverence? Please let me kiss your upper! ”

"The Great Primordial ......"

Cheers filled Killiman's ears.

Kiriman stood up and waved in response, for these cheers were not earned by the high lords from commoners and nobles in exchange for a Throne Coin in exchange for a word, but the heartfelt cries and gratitude of generations of suffering human subjects after they had been freed from the sea of suffering.

A tyrant likes to see the biggest pomp and circumstance, to see an endless sea of people bowing down to him.

But a philosopher-king, ruler like Killiman, wanted nothing more than to see the people who had escaped the sea of suffering gathered on both sides of the street, without prostration, without flattery, but just standing there and speaking words of gratitude from the heart.

"Father, we've recaptured the Badab Star Zone."

"Lord Primitive, the Terra Academy has been established, and by this time tomorrow, there will be children enrolled in school for free, even those in the slums."

The Commander of the Calgar War and the Living Saint Celestine stood in front of Killiman, each recounting the great deeds they had built under Killiman's command.

"Good." Kiriman nodded with satisfaction, "When the next generation grows up, we can leave, because that generation will become sane, they will live in an environment of abundance and security, they will no longer suffer from any suffering, they will be full of reason, fairness, justice, and friendliness." ”

"Yes, the original." Celestine said.

Killiman sat back on his throne.

The entire procession entered the Royal Palace.

After stopping at the Golden Terrace, the Tyrones approached.

Praetorian Guards, the high-ranking officers of the Tyrone Army and Navy, the scholars of Tyrone...... Lord of Tyrone.

"Thank you, Killman." Qin Mo nodded to Kiliman, "With our cooperation, the Five Hundred Worlds and the Tyrone Star Region have spread reason to the entire human empire, and it is time for me to hand over the authority to mortals, I don't know what your plans are in the future, do you want to travel to the stars with me." ”

"Of course, my comrades-in-arms." Kiriman jumped off the high platform, took Qin Mo's hand, and walked to the highest point of the palace surrounded by the forbidden army and guards.

This is where the emperor and the primordials watched the military parade 10,000 years ago.

The high lords of Terra, the nobles, the commoners, they gathered in the huge square below the high point.

After seeing the Primordial appear, everyone fell silent, waiting quietly for the Primordial to say something uplifting.

But before that, Kiliman looked at Qin Mo first: "We will hand over the power to mortals, but the threat of the empire has not been lifted at the moment, we still need to fight, we still need to fight, so we ......"

As he spoke, Killiman raised Qin Mo's hand and posed with him in a posture of raising his arms.

"I, Killiman, the thirteenth son of my father, the lord of the five hundred worlds of Otrama...... Imperial Regent! ”

The sound of the original body resounded like thunder through the palace.

"I declare in my capacity as regent of the Empire."

"This ruler from the Tyrone Star Region by my side will become the new Palm Seal of the entire Empire!"

"Cheers to me, the eternal friend and collaborator of the Regent of the Empire, your Palm Seal!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone in the palace applauded fiercely for the canonization of the new Palm Seal.

"Palm Printmaker?" Qin Mo's expression became cold, and he glared at Killman, "Why are you so generous?" Just because we're like-minded people? Why don't we turn the empire into one state within another, forming a federation? ”

"No...... Don't ......" Killiman shook his head back, suddenly realizing that what was in front of him was not real.

Qin Mo stood in place, looking at Kiliman coldly, saying things that made Kiliman feel strange at this time, and familiar to him in the past.

"Slaanesh. It projects itself into the crown, making the best efforts to weave an illusion for you, the one that best suits your unique vision. ”

"I saw you sleep in your environment for a week before you realized everything and woke up."

"You can break free from the illusion woven by the evil god with all his strength with your own strength, but I don't want to give you too much time, because you still have too much to do."

"Time is precious, Thirteen."

Qin Mo finished speaking.

Killiman suddenly heard the sound of something shattering, and then opened his eyes, realizing that he was still on the golden platform.

The living saint who had offered the crown was standing there, his eyes shining with disbelief.

The Living Saint first faced the silence and gaze of the Primordial, and then the Primordial's fury.

The Emperor's Sword was unsheathed, the original body roared, and the living saint was split into two, and the whole process took less than a second.

In the burning body of the living saint, a great demon crawled out and wailed in the flames of the Emperor's Sword.

But Killiman doesn't think he's killed the culprit, because the big demon is just a carrier, and the real mastermind behind it is not here.

In the shattered wreckage of the crown, Kiliman heard the dark prince's wicked laughter, and a purple subspace turbulence emerged on the broken gem of the crown, staring at Kiliman.

"Originally, I wouldn't have seduceed you personally, I thought you would sleep for a few days before you get out of the illusion...... There's no need to talk about that now. ”

"Nothing you see in the illusion will come true, because the empire you and your father built will eventually be destroyed, and the entire universe will come to an end."

"I, we can fail countless times, but what about you?"

After the subspace energy attached to the fragment of the crown completely dissipated, a part of the essence projected on the Dark Prince Slaanesh completely dissipated into the real universe.

The Pope of the State Church, ...... of the Son of God, reacted from his panic and walked over to Killiman and kowtowed, trying to explain how reverent the corrupted living saint had behaved before.

"It's not you, Pope, it's not your state religion." Kiriman held his head high and defied the Pope, "but that if you believe in something in the Sea of Souls, one day you will be influenced by other evil entities in the Sea of Souls. ”

With that, the original body gathered his sword and turned around, and walked through the Anglican priests who had rushed to exorcise the demons.

As he left, Killiman recalled the illusion he had just seen, and had to admit that it was indeed what he had always dreamed of seeing.

Thinking about it, Killiman thought about Qin Mo again, he very much wanted to know if Qin Mo was still alive after being sucked into the subspace, and if so, how was it now, and how to get him out......

Kiliman did not directly place his hopes on the state religion.

After learning about Qin Mo's entry into the subspace, he first looked for the emperor, but the emperor was silent, I don't know if he didn't know, or if he didn't want to say something about Qin Mo's malicious will.

Then he found Evelene, the god of the Spirit Race Reaper Army, and Eveleni said that the soulless star god would die if he entered the subspace, and the original body might as well consider how to integrate the star sector after the dragons were leaderless and split in the Tyrone Star Zone.

"Where the hell are you?" Killiman was so annoyed that he looked up at the sky and muttered to himself.

(End of chapter)