There is no doubt that the man in front of him is indeed Fugen.

The long flowing white hair, the flawlessly handsome face, the signature violet eyes, and the soft smile on the face.

All of these are all telling of the return of the purple phoenix.

But how is this possible? What's going on?

Robert Killeman couldn't understand for a moment that anything unimaginable could happen in the galaxy.

It's just that with no one else around, the Lord of the Ultramarines can finally allow himself to unleash his true emotions - those things that he can't easily reveal as the last loyal heir, and must always hide.

The previous Killiman could not relax, could not be weak, and could not be emotional, even if there was more bitterness and trouble, he could only swallow it in his throat, and no one could listen to him.

As the only loyal original of the Empire, he must behave perfectly in order to better guide those confused people in this dark age.

And now, in front of him with a brother who is enough to talk to him on an equal footing, Killiman no longer has to pretend to be the "heir of God", he has enough reason to vent his long-suppressed emotions to the other party.

Killiman strode up to Fogen's side, swift as a whistling wind.

Then, he raised his huge, hard hand of dominance on his left side and mercilessly smashed it into the handsome face of the other party.

Knowing that this was going to happen, Fugen didn't dodge or defend himself, and the cold metal collided with the flesh and blood, and a dull sound was heard.

The powerful impact from the Hand of Domination made him take a few steps back, but he was finally not directly knocked down, and the power armor on Fugen's body buzzed because of the roar of the core.

Where he had been hit by the iron fist, Fugen's face was flushed, and his tissues had been severely bruised, possibly accompanied by some degree of bone cracking, and fresh blood was constantly flowing down his nostrils and the corners of his mouth.

"It's glad to see you so energetic, my dear Killiman."

Fugen wiped the blood with his hands, trying to keep his shine.

However, even a perfect person can still look quite embarrassed when attacked.

"Do you remember what you did, bastard!" Killiman looked coldly at the purple phoenix in front of him and asked sharply.

After carrying the banner of the Empire on his own for so long, a brother finally returned to Killiman's side - something he had dreamed of for years, but unfortunately the brother was on the rebellious side.

What does the presence of the other party really mean? Is it a conspiracy or true salvation? What should he think of this returning traitor? And how should the empire arrange positions for each other?

Countless questions then came to Killiman's mind, each of which was crucial and he couldn't find a definite answer, which made him feel quite irritated.

"Of course, I remember both." Fogen nodded slightly.

The original body's super healing ability allowed him to directly ignore the small wound on his face, but the estrangement between the two people could not be easily repaired.

"And what about this, do you remember it?" Killiman pointed to his neck, where there was a hideous scar that had caused him to sleep in his stasis for ten thousand years, and which still gave him a faint ache to this day.

"Yes, I remember as well as saying that it was a major strategic mistake on your part in that encounter, and you shouldn't be so impulsive, brother." Fogen reminded.

"You" Hearing Fugen's words, Killiman only felt a surge of qi and blood in his heart, and he almost couldn't help but press the brother in front of him to the ground and slam him.

"You still seem to be very proud of the damage caused by your own betrayal?" Killyman sarcastically said.

"It's a series of terrible and heart-wrenching things." Fugan shook his head, sighed, and then said enthusiastically, "But no matter what, I'm back again, and the Empire is in big trouble right now, and I can share a part of it for you." ”

"Return?" Killiman scolded angrily, "Damn Fogham, do you think you just need to switch sides and act as if nothing happened? ”

"Of course I don't think so." Fugan waved his hand and confessed to Killiman, "At least the four-armed snaketail demon is still there, and everything that happened to me is not over yet. ”

Hearing Fogen's words, Killiman was slightly stunned.

After a long time, it turned out that the guy in front of him was actually incomplete, and the snake spirit that gave him a sword to seal his throat had not been settled, and sure enough, things were not so simple.

"It means that the people of the Empire will have the opportunity to experience Voegrim's rebellion again, and that's great." Killyman stroked his brow gently.

"Or to put it another way, it means you risk losing me again, dear Killiman." Fugen followed the other man's words and said, "Although I would never let that happen." ”

Hearing this, Killiman's heart suddenly felt a little tingling.

Purple Phoenix has always been a difficult opponent, and this guy always knows how to mobilize his emotions.

Killeman sincerely hopes that the current Foggrim can really turn back, and the brothers can continue their brotherhood and fight side by side to defend the interests of the entire race.

But will everything go smoothly in that direction?

After so many changes, the Lord of the Ultramarines has long since ceased to be naïve.

"Tell me the truth, what is your situation right now." Killiman's expression was serious.

"The situation is that the demon and I will one day draw knives against each other, and only one of them will survive." Fogen replied lightly.

"Then what are your plans for coming here to see me?"

"The main thing is to look at my poor brother, who is surrounded by infinite work, and by the way, to bridge the long-standing estrangement between me and him."

"What do you think got me to where I am now?" Killeman looked at each other viciously.

"Don't be angry, I'm not here to help you clean up the mess?" Fogan picked up Vigher's report and presented the part about him in front of Gilliman's eyes, "Believe it or not, I'm actually working hard. ”

Killiman glanced at the document, the Original's extraordinary abilities allowing him to quickly read its contents.

Wei Mu did not hide the slightest thing about Fugen's actions, from his killing and beheading, to decisively attacking the fallen heir, to fighting Blackheart Huron for 300 rounds.

Killiman believed that Vicha would not be able to deceive in this regard, and that for now, Fugen's presence would be a positive for the Empire.

This is exactly what the empire urgently needs right now.

"Your faithful Fogham is at his disposal." Fogen boasted to himself.

If the average virtuous person had such a performance, he would definitely be promoted without saying a word, and Killiman felt a little overwhelmed by the brother in front of him who had stabbed the empire and himself.

"You go out first, I'll have to take the time to think about it." The Lord of the Ultramarines let out a long sigh.

How to arrange Fugan is quite a tricky business.

"That's fine, but I have something to remind you of."

"What's the matter?" Killyman frowned and struck a gesture of attentive listening.

"Is your hairline moving up compared to what you remember, brother?" Fugan asked.

"Huh?"

"And the beard, if you don't plan to grow it, it's best to shave it now, and the thick bags under your eyes have to be dealt with, so that you can look more energetic." Fugen said matter-of-factly.

"What time do you think it is, the burden of the entire empire is on me."

"Take a little time to take care of the image, and the galaxy won't blow up because of it."

"Don't dictate to me, Fogreem."

"Maybe you should have readjusted to the love from your brother sooner."

(End of chapter)