After 10,000 years, seeing his brother who should have died again, Motarian felt stunned for a moment.

He knew very little about the realm created by the Emperor, the Black Sun.

Eavesdropping worms can't infiltrate them, as the transitional order there will expose their disguises.

Not to mention the Emperor's power that could wipe out the demons once and for all—they were all terrified of Him.

In fact, Motarian himself was the same, still afraid of his father's strong majesty.

Although he will never admit it.

But no matter what the emperor's current state is, there is no doubt that he still has great power.

Therefore, as long as the main body of the soul is fine, it is not unimaginable for the Lord of Mankind to shape it into an existence similar to the Demon Prince like the four gods.

"So you've now become an ascended being just like me?" Motarian quipped, "Saying that subspace is harmful, but using this power from beginning to end, our father is really hypocritical to the end. ”

"Of course not, Motarian, until now my father has tried his best to avoid such a thing, it is your betrayal that has created the current corrupt and ignorant empire, you have left him with no choice, he must find a way to protect the entire human race." Saint Lieth tried to explain.

The Emperor was very cautious about projecting his power into the mortal world.

"Ridiculous!" Motarian waved his silence and pointed at the archangel in front of him and roared, "In this way, you are now leading his minions to invade Father's garden in a big way, and it is also for the so-called protection of humanity, not to take the opportunity to fight for the hegemony of subspace for him?" ”

"He doesn't care about the so-called great games of the dark gods, which are bad, harmful, and have no practical meaning other than satisfying the cruel desires of the evil gods, and what the Primordial Destroyer needs is to be completely eliminated." Saint Leves replied.

"As if our father wasn't interested in power, who urged us to go on a great expedition to expand his empire?" Motarian scolded.

"That's because the Spirit Race has fallen deeply, the rise of chaos is inevitable, and the human race must conquer the Star Sea to have enough strength to fight against the four gods, otherwise we will face thousands of alien civilizations corrupted by Chaos."

"Nonsense, ridiculous, you have been deceived by him so deeply, Holy Lieth!" Motarian couldn't get used to seeing the other party's loyalist face, so he flickered the moth wings behind him and killed him, "Since my father sent you here as my opponent, then we will divide the ranks here!" ”

"Of all the brothers, Dorne and I were the only ones who accompanied our father into the final game against Horus, and we were able to see more of his unknown side." The archangel raised his spear to fend off the onslaught, "And I'm not here to fight you, Motarian, you don't have to worry about it. ”

The two primordials fought quickly in the air, and their figures were so fast that they were dazzling.

The divine light and the poisonous mist entangled with each other, forming an extremely dangerous cyclone.

St. Celestine and St. Leno, on the other hand, listened to the words of the archangel and threw themselves into the battle against the other Chaos Demons.

"Neither to challenge me, nor to compete for supremacy, are you here with a large army?"

Motarian constantly captures the figure of Saint Lies, trying to find the flaws in the other party.

He has a rare opportunity, and he is eager to defeat the three good students who are recognized as excellent among the primitives.

There is nothing more fulfilling for a demon than stepping a noble and holy being into filth.

"Of course not, brother, father can't become a god, on this issue, you and I have the same idea, otherwise not only the human race, but also the entire galaxy will suffer from the catastrophe - so resurrecting his physical body is the key, and we must find a way to maintain the anchor between him and the real universe." Saint Lieth said earnestly.

"It's as if he's being forced to ascend to the throne." Motarian laughed, "You just don't want him to die prematurely, trying to prolong his already crumbling life, buy time for his ascension, don't think you can deceive me with such treacherous words - the life machine under his ass, the inevitable collapse of the Golden Throne, is known to all subspace creatures." ”

In Motarian's opinion, everything the emperor did was to make himself a god.

The pursuit of hypocritical imperial truths is to conceal one's true purpose, and the Great Expedition to unify the galaxy is to collect enough souls as sacrifices.

And it was the heavy blow that Horus inflicted on the emperor that successfully broke his dream of ascending to the throne and stuck him in a half-dead state.

The helpless emperor could only be forced to slap his face and pick up the set of religious worship again, brazenly and unabashedly trying to rely on the faith of all beings to get a chance to turn the tables.

However, even in the face of the emperor in his prime, the four gods can successfully pull him down, and the human lord who is now reduced to a living corpse will not have any more chance, just like his rotten empire.

Motarian has formed a closed loop in the logic of his thinking on this issue, and there is no room for any breaking.

Saint Levles knew that Motarian would not listen, and he had no intention of separating himself from the other party, but he felt that as a family, it was necessary to make everything clear - after all, it was because they lacked this before, which led to so many tragedies later.

"All in all, in order to be able to revive my father's decaying body, I feel it is necessary to use the Spirit Clan's Goddess of Life." Saint Lieth said.

"So this is the fundamental reason why the Empire colludes with the Spirit Clan." Motarian smiled contemptuously, "In order to survive, your so-called loyalists are really getting more and more bottomless, and they shamelessly hook up with those pointy-eared aliens. ”

"Well, the people of the Empire seem to be more radical in their thinking about this." Saint Lies's tone suddenly became staggered, as if there was something unspeakable.

"Imperial people? When did the empire start caring about what ordinary people thought? Motarian frowned suddenly, not knowing which one the other party was singing.

"In the realm that my father created, I could hear the voices of people praying, the hundreds of millions of wishes that were usually prayed for shelter, strength, peace, happiness, etc., but in recent times there has been a big difference."

"What difference could there be between mortal stupidity and the same?"

"They want their father to marry Aisha."

(End of chapter)