Two seconds have passed since the tremor subsided.

Ryan, who had already put down the data board and was standing behind the defenses with Perturabo and Killman, saw Motarian and Angelon running back.

Motarian held the wounded Angron.

Ryan didn't expect the two to come back so soon, but he didn't say anything.

No praise, no rebuke.

The Lion King picked up the sword that Perturabo had printed for himself, and wearing armor that had no function other than to block bullets, slowly walked out of the defenses and came to the center of the corridor.

Motarian raised an eyebrow.

Peturabo and Killiman then picked up Magnus, who had passed out, and the two waved to Motarian and Angelon, before turning to leave.

"What did you decide?" Motarian followed without hesitation, but still asked.

"Ryan will look for an opportunity to talk to the enemy, and then he will detonate all the hot bombs under his feet," Peturabo said. ”

"We're going to leave him to die?" Angelon broke away from Mortarion's support and limped back with his two axes.

"It was Ryan's own idea." "He's drawn his sword and slashed Kiliman, just to be in the limelight when he dies." ”

Angron didn't react, limping over to Ryan's side.

Perturabo and Kiriman looked at each other.

The two looked at Motarian again.

"Guys." Motarian pondered for a moment, and then said, "If the enemy can unleash the thunderbolt that instantly annihilates an army, then it doesn't really matter where we hide and how much time Ryan delays. ”

As he spoke, Motarian looked at Ryan.

Then Motarian, Kiliman, and Peturabo walked back at the same time.

By the way, he also carried Magnus on his shoulders.

"For my father." Killiman walked over to Ryan and raised his sword and spoke.

"......" Peturabo threw Magnus to the ground and said nothing.

"For my brothers, and sisters." Angelon raised his axe, holding on to his body that had been swept away by the aftermath of lightning.

Motarian glanced at Angelon: "We don't really want to say it for anyone, we just have to shout a word before we die, otherwise we will die quietly." ”

The primitives were all staring straight ahead.

The atmosphere gradually became very heavy.

The entire corridor is extremely quiet.

Then, footsteps were heard.

A majestic reflection with six arms emerged from the dim light around the corner.

Then the iron man who appeared in the surveillance footage walked around the corner.

Heat Death walked slowly, all of his sword-holding arms stretched out, sparks flying in all directions, and the blades scratched the walls on either side.

"How do we deal with it? One against one hand? But Magnus fell into a coma. Motarian lowered his body, his gaze sweeping over each of Heat Death's arms.

"Maybe he'll cut himself down after wielding his sword." Ryan said.

Heat Death seems to have heard this and responded.

It danced a beautiful sword flower and continued to walk forward.

Ryan gripped his sword harder: "When I didn't say it. ”

As the heat death approached, Ryan and Angelon, along with Killiman, stared ahead, reassuringly handing over their backs to Motarian and Perturabo.

From time to time, Peturabo glanced behind him.

Already paying attention to the front and back, Motarion's gaze skimmed from front to back, glancing left and right.

Then he saw two men emerge from the wall beside him.

It's like two people coming out of the water.

Before Mortarian could say his words to remind his brothers, a rush of lightning covered all the clones, causing them to fall to the ground and twitch.

"Why don't you just kill them?"

Eisenhorn savored the strange sensation of coming out of the wall, then pulled out a blaster and pointed it against Clone Killiman's head.

Qin Mo didn't say anything, and stood in silence.

His gaze fell on Clone Killiman's face.

Angry and surprised, Killiman struggled, trying to "expel the current" from every cell, and then got up and fought to the death.

"Don't blame me, Killman, you begged me to kill you." Qin Mo opened his mouth with difficulty.

Kiriman glared at Qin Mo.

Decades ago, being knocked on the Heavenly Spirit Cover by the Demon Prince with a hammer on the Russian Guardian didn't make Qin Mo feel pain, but this look made him feel pain.

Many years ago, during Kiliman's unknown number of trips to Tyrone, the War Department molded the scanned prototype into a training dummy, and then approached the Lord of Tyrone, hoping to ask the Lord of Tyrone to train with this dummy.

Qin Mo asked why.

The War Department said that although our relations with the Empire have been eased by the Regency's interference, this does not mean that this rapprochement is permanent, even if it is for the sake of one in ten thousand, the War Department needs combat intelligence, because this is the meaning of the existence of all war departments in the Star Sector.

Qin Mo thought about it, and it was right.

So he went to war with the Kiliman dummy.

The dummy was so real that he couldn't even believe it when he was knocked down, panicked, and kept asking why over and over again.

Qin Mo couldn't do it, and then the mock battle ended, and the War Department collected information on the strength that Kiriman could exert in his most extreme state.

Although the eyes of the two Kiliman were different at the moment, Qin Mo was still very uncomfortable.

Because this situation made him see the last thing he wanted to see.

Two friends who are fighting for the same stage of the cause - so that members of the human species can at least live like humans first, but before this cause is completed, the two people fight first.

Clone Kiriman didn't be able to stare at Qin Mo for long, and then fell into a coma like his brothers.

"If someone in the Inquisition thinks that you are another emperor, or a brother of the emperor, the empire should follow you."

"But I don't think so, like almost everyone but a few people."

"It's like I don't think you're an alien god, but a person who wields divine powers."

Eisenhorn slashed his blaster through Clone Killman's head, his complicated gaze projected on Qin Mo.

"Compared to the human lord who doesn't feel tired of doing 100 million tram problems, you are still too human."

Click.

The blaster made a soft sound.

The heavily loaded blaster did not fire.

Eisenhorn picked up the blaster and looked at Qin Mo with inquiring eyes.

"Those in the Inquisition who think I'm the second emperor think too much."

"Tell them you're right."

Qin Mo raised his hand, and the Inquisitor's blaster turned into a puddle of powder, and then regrouped into a blaster at his waist.

"I would make excuses to leave my place of residence to enjoy the feeling of being adored, even if it would result in tens of thousands of internal guards having to work overnight to provide me with the protection I didn't need."

"I am a person with a strong natural ability to empathize, empathize with the experience of others, and see what happens to people who are bullied and bullied, and I will hate itchy."

"When the Tyrone Unification War had just ended, and the various precepts had not yet been perfected, it was inevitable that some wicked people would take advantage of the loopholes to escape punishment, you know, after all, even AI was not yet widely used at that time...... Then I'm going to punish the wicked, and I'm the 'lynch butcher' ever wanted in the Tyrone system. ”

Eisenhorn didn't want to hear it.

He didn't want to be the second person to know about the Lord of Tyrone, the master of a sector, who had secretly run out and lynched those who exploited loopholes.

But Qin Mo didn't think it was necessary for him to explain anything to Eisenhorn, or persuade him.

He's trying to persuade himself.

"I'll even have one of the most admired janissaries sign up for a game account in his daughter's name so I don't get recognized, and I'll just snicker when her daughter finds out she can't register a second account."

"But I never hide and suppress my humanity."

"For if a man with no human nature and transcendent material power has a hunger for the soul of another because of the power he possesses, and even the thought that he is my people and my kind, so don't eat him, it will not be over."

As he spoke, Qin Mo looked at the clones who had fallen to the ground unconscious.

"If these primordials have obvious chaotic corrosion, I will erase them myself, because only I can erase them very completely."

"But now ......"

"Even if it's to give the living Primordial an extra container that can be used to resurrect......"

"Even if it's for the sake of more possibilities in some areas......"

After listening to Qin Mo's words, Eisenhorn suddenly laughed.

His face had long been paralyzed from torture, but the corners of his mouth could twitch and he could laugh.

It's just that this kind of laugh looks very weird.

"Don't let your guard down on the court.

Eisenhorn said suddenly.

"They still think you're a fierce rival ready to eat all human souls, and they're looking for anything they can do to target you."

"If anything goes on in the Trial Chamber...... Let me enter your sector alive and meet the Praetorian Guards. ”

Qin Mo was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

The Inquisitor didn't stay any longer to care about the clones, he turned and left, "I'll tell people that the clones are dead." ”

Qin Mo nodded, and then scanned each of the unconscious primordial bodies.

He didn't kill them entirely out of necessity.

He really saw a lot of possibilities.

However, at this point, it is still uncertain whether these original clones will survive completely.

Small risk, high insurance, this is exactly Qin Mo's style.

(End of chapter)