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The Cadia system.

Starport Medical Station.

A group of men busily moved two beds out of the room, and the two beds were pushed to the very top of the medical station building under the watchful eyes of the wounded soldiers of the expedition who were recuperating in the medical station.

Then the complicated medical equipment was sent to the bed, connected to the two patients lying on the bed, and finally the equipment was activated, and the patients on the two beds woke up instantly.

Creed's eyes snapped open, and a word came out of his hoarse and hungry throat: "Snow ......"

The Cadia Assault Guards, who rushed from inside the building to the rooftop, immediately took out a cigar, stuffed it into Creed's mouth, and quickly lit it for him.

Creed took a hard sip.

His shriveled and broken body couldn't even support him to make it, and the smoke from the cigar got into his lungs, making him almost cough up blood, but he held back.

Expressionless, he held back.

"Water." Creed's shriveled hand put down his cigar and said to the soldier.

The soldier immediately handed the water to Creed.

After drinking it all, Creed turned his head with difficulty and looked at the person in the other hospital bed.

That's Kyle, his deputy.

The moment he saw Kyle, memories that had long been put on hold flooded through Creed's slow-moving brain.

The man named Kyle is older than him, and when Creed was a big-headed soldier, Kyle was already a veteran of many years, he was irascible but humble, he recognized Creed's talents, and willingly fulfilled his duties as a deputy, until now.

In the Battle of Cadia, no matter how dangerous the situation, Kyle accompanies him.

On the iron ring, the moment the volcanic cannon bombarded, Kyle also pressed on him.

"Ahem, ahem......" Kyle's nose twitched, and he coughed violently.

Creed immediately extinguished the cigar in his hand and pressed the lift button on the hospital bed for his old buddy.

"Lord of Tyrone...... What about the cigar belt that the Lord of Tyrone gave you......" Kyle asked weakly, "what the thing is...... The cigars from that thing don't choke like that......"

"Blown up." Creed said, "You old fellow didn't do much to pounce, it was that thing that protected us under the roar of the volcano." ”

Kyle nodded in a trance.

The weakness of the two men made the guards on the side feel stunned and in a trance, and he couldn't believe that the two frail old guys in front of him were the Lord of the Supreme Castle in the great story that has been handed down on Cadia to this day, and his heroic lieutenant Kyle.

But the doctor told him it was Creed, so the guards stood by solemnly, looking at them with reverence.

Creed and Kyle are very old.

Kyle wasn't young either.

Creed's signature short neck was slender because he was too old and shriveled.

Both of them resist the Longevity Technique, and when they came down from the Expeditionary Front decades ago, they were too badly injured to do so, and their current state is the result of a choice and compromise between life extension and recovery.

"The Golden Crusade is over?" Creed looked at the guards.

"Yes, sir." The guard nodded, "The Blackstone construct is about to completely seal the Eye of Fear. ”

"Don't call me sir." Creed said, "I'm no longer the Lord of the High Castle. ”

Although he had just woken up, at least Creed was sure that he wasn't the castle owner anymore.

Someone must have replaced him, and someone needs to replace him.

Maybe it's a young and promising guy, maybe it's the bastard who often calls him the short-necked ghost...... Whoever it is, he Creed is no longer the lord of the castle.

"You are the Lord of the Most High Citadel, in name." The guard replied respectfully, "Kadia has only been the title of Second Fort Lord since you, because everyone thinks that you are the eternal Lord of the Supreme Fort. ”

Hearing this, Creed didn't know what he was thinking, and slowly turned his head to look at the sky.

The purple is already faint compared to before.

Creed remembers standing on the command deck during the expedition, looking at the large purple patch outside the transport, casting hateful glances at the purple.

As he is now.

Even though Creed already knew what the end of the purple piece that represented the Eye of Fear would be, he still looked at it with hatred, full of hatred and strength.

And this behavior caused him a strong sense of discomfort, and his eyes began to bleed.

"I remember when I used to stare at this thing, not only did my eyes bleed, but I felt the torment and pain that went deep into my soul." Creed said coldly with bloodshot eyes.

Kyle nodded, glaring at the purple as well.

The guards didn't look at it, because he wasn't from Creed's time, his eyes weren't purple, and he wasn't born when the Eye of Fear still had a strong influence on Cadia, and he was a person like him who didn't grow up in an environment influenced by strong psionic energy, and staring at the Eye of Fear would make a big deal.

The guards stood respectfully with their heads bowed, staring at the news projection displayed on their palms.

"The last Blackstone structure is about to be dropped by the Tyrone Navy." The guard reported.

Creed nodded, looking at Kyle to the side.

Kyle didn't react, he just stared at the purple with bloodshot eyes.

When the last Blackstone construct was put into place, and the timelines had been merged to an almost identical point, Creed didn't have to worry about even the complete closure of the Eye of Fear at some point in the past and future that he couldn't witness.

He saw it.

How the blackstone structure was placed is impossible to see here, but the purple color is indeed fading.

Until there was no longer a speck of purple in the sky.

"It's closed! It's closed! Creed, who has never been emotional, shook Kyle's body and stared at the starry sky, "The end of Cadia's nemesis! It's over! ”

When Kyle doesn't respond, Creed looks at Kyle again and finds that he is still glaring, but apparently at the end of his life.

"May your soul return to the Golden Throne." Creed reached out and gently smoothed Kyle's eyes together.

Lying alone in the hospital bed without his old friend, Creed glanced at Kyle's body next to him, then lit a cigar and held it in his mouth.

He was still staring at the sky, but his attention was not on the sky.

Ussaka S. E. Creed. This man's life passed by like a marquee before his eyes.

Creed feels like a child, living happily on his parents' farm and adoring his childhood sweetheart.

Until one day when the enemy appeared and the farm was destroyed, Creed hid in the cabinet and shivered, watching the enemy approach, then seeing the enemy die, and then seeing a Space Marine wearing a white robe, carrying two swords and holding two guns.

Creed felt like a young man again, he became a recruit, he became a white shield egg, and he was crawling around the battlefield.

One day, the ship was lost to a ghost place where birds don't, and that place was called Tyrone One.

In a trance, Creed became a middle-aged man again, and he saw the Lord of Tyrone, who wielded the power of thunder and lightning and fire, and remained in his twenties forever.

"At that time, you just need to send someone to say a word to me." Said the Lord of Tyrone.

"What?" Creed asked in a trance.

"Say, Kadia asks for help." Lord Tyrone replied, "And I would say that Tyrone will respond." ”

Creed nodded in a trance.

Everything began to pass again.

Creed didn't take that engagement to heart, as he didn't think he was qualified to make anything on Cadia's behalf.

He continued his war career and continued to serve until one day the flames of war burned on Kadia and he rushed back.

The merchant named Klein stayed with him.

The Voscani Iron Cavalry rebelled and the lord of the castle died, and Creed made all the right decisions at the most critical moment, and he became the lord of the supreme castle.

After the Battle of Kadia ended, Creed found himself talking to someone about how he could help the Tyrone Sector as much as possible in the defense of Tyrone.

He lured the enemy into attacking Cadia, gained the right to go to war, and sent reinforcements against all odds.

Then, there's the Golden Crusade.

Gradually, Creed's memories slowed down, and he realized that his life was passing by quickly.

He heard a crowd of people swarming to the rooftop, dozens of doctors blocking his sky-gazing gaze.

"He's survived until now by will."

One person said.

"Let him rest in peace."

Another said.

Creed felt like he wasn't dead, but the men were already muttering that he might return to the Golden Throne.

Then he floated slowly and watched as a large group of people carried his body away and placed it in the send-off procession of the entire Cadia Assault Force in Starport.

Creed watched as his body was sent into an elaborately decorated ship by the procession, and then the Anglican priests gathered around to pray, and a ritual began, and finally when the ritual ended, Creed watched as his body was loaded into a torpedo and fired in the direction where the Eye of Fear was still present.

Along with the launch, all the Cadians who died in the Golden Crusade were launched.

Creed stared at the torpedoes containing his corpse, flying through the void, towards the closed Eye of Fear.

Suddenly a Tyrone naval fleet sailed out, and they sailed with torpedoes at the same speed as the torpedoes, until the torpedoes exploded with a bang.

Creed only then realized that he was already a soul.

The container dedicated to the human soul in the subspace emits light, giving off the appearance of a straight and towering road.

Creed had to follow the path because he found that the evil beings of those subspaces were coming, only temporarily blocked from the path.

However, when Creed decided to walk over, he subconsciously glanced back, and a dazzling golden light filled his vision, and a magnificent throne stood in the golden light.

There was no one sitting on the throne, but a cold sun.

The rays of the sun dispel all the evils that are kept out of the road.

"Why did you come here?"

Creed heard a voice that surprised him, and he followed the voice to see Kyle slowly walking out from beneath the throne.

"The throne makes us choose." Kyle motioned for Creed to stop, "Rest in peace, or continue to fight for humanity." ”

Hearing this, Creed glanced at the evil beings around him who were suppressed by the light of the cold sun and did not dare to speak out, he didn't think about it, and walked directly towards the cold sun.

(End of chapter)