"It may not make me happy, but I must admit that you deserve your position now, Tess Dassadera."

After forcing himself to follow the record of what had happened in the Hall of Omens and hand in the report, for the first time, Shanto looked at the lieutenant of the second company and the director of the think tank, the overseer, with sympathy rather than calculation.

He even ventured to reach out and pat the other person's shoulder armor as a sign of comfort.

"After Frix's death, you and Soltarn have really put a lot of thought into the Father of Genes, and it's clear to all. It's the reward you deserve, I think. ”

Two Iron Warrior veterans walked in the wide passage of the Destiny Steel, who had just separated from the rest of their companions.

The Apothecary, along with his apprentice, the young vicarious, and the two veterans of the Long War, sent the training chamber to the apothecary's workshop, along with Sharokin, who had been replaced in a static position, and Amenut, who was still unconscious, to the apothecary's workshop, and Dassada and Shangto immediately took their leave.

"One more word to that living saint of Dorne, and I'll start imagining myself immediately pulling out my power axe and jumping at him."

"Especially the way the golden eagle stands behind his head, really, I wonder what our genetic father would do with him." - Will the Iron King finally decide that he can't ignore all of this, and order us to throw Hongsuo's little apprentice into some kind of eternal torture device, and film his screaming gaffe into a multi-angle video and data backup, and then send it to the corrupt court of the Puppet Emperor and the stone fleets of the Fist of the Empire? ”

Compared to the Power Armor decorations that the Overseer only added according to the number of gifts from the Father of Genes, the war blacksmith Shanto, who was obviously better at decorating himself with many ornate trinkets, shuddered and giggled at the sudden idea of this great idea.

"Those Dorne boulders must be angry, twisted, out of control because of this...... What a wonderful situation, especially dear Danat, Ha, whose resolute and loyal, hee-hee, loyal face could give me a thousand times more pleasure than those expendables and waste! ”

Dasadra frowned under his helmet at the apparently unpleasant and overly tendentious remarks of his peers, "Shanto, I hope you haven't had any forbidden communications with your bad friends and goddamn aliens during your time on the Iron Blood. ”

"Of course not, Dasada." His companion replied briskly, "Here, I will obey the words of the Father of Genes to the letter, and no matter how delicate the flowers may be to be plucked, only the rules of iron cannot be violated." ”

"I hope so, Shanto. If I catch you for your forbidden behavior, I'll gladly take charge of draining your blood and cutting off your head as a gift to my father. ”

The Overseer said indifferently.

"Hee...... Then I'm afraid we'll have to see who is faster, you or me, Tes. ”

"Don't call me that."

"You're boring—" Shanto was about to say something, but a reminder suddenly lit up, and he shouted, "The next batch of freshly baked Glocks in the officer's cafeteria with black fungus lumps and Steig cheese will be on the shelves in a minute and thirty-four seconds!" ”

The Iron Warriors glanced at each other and began to run quickly in the direction of the officer's cafeteria.

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The vicissitudes of life, the passage of time.

Magnus floated in a trance in an endless expanse of pure whiteness.

He didn't know where it was, why he was here, why he was here, here and there, no time, no moment, no reference, no other existence.

Only pure white.

But it wasn't the ocean, a voice or something in his heart told him.

Maybe this is death? Eternity after the death of the soul? Or maybe it's the uterus that gives birth to something?

He didn't know, he probably once knew, but he was broken, he tried to be whole, but he was still broken, he couldn't unify himself, he suffered for it, he wasn't so tenacious...... He was not born for steadfast endurance...... He couldn't take it anymore...... Will giving up be able to end this pure white hell......

He couldn't feel his own body, he couldn't feel the connection to his own body.

Maybe...... That's it...... Indulge...... To...... Acceptance...... Not bad either......

Where is this?

The deceased is like a husband, reluctant to give up day and night.

Prospero......

His eyes looked into the void, and the endless void was in his eyes.

He whispered the name of the wizard star.

The last rays of the miraculously brilliant surface of the Great Pyramid of Tizka for human hands still flickered in the corner of his eyes, and the scholars of the past had debated virtue, knowledge, truth, and morality in the middle of the Square of the Secret Eye, and now all the true brightness and splendor had been shattered by what he had done wrong, the wolves, and the flames that fell from the sky, leaving him with nothing but the white skeleton of buildings and the black and white ashes of knowledge.

He lifted his foot, and a crisp cracking sound could be heard from under the soles of his combat boots.

Rows of bookshelves and shattered data glass were crushed to dust by the Cyclops, and they followed his trail in the wind.

The Scarlet King's soul echoed and looked up blankly.

That day, I used to do something wrong.

He tried to remember, what did I do that day?

There's still nothing here.

He didn't feel any connection. - There is no warm bond from the father, no caring greetings from the heirs, only a labyrinth, and among the omens there is only a labyrinth of crystal.

He walked along the labyrinth blankly.

His hands were empty, and there was no ball of thread.

He had been blessed by his father, and he had known where he was going, but now he was aimless, with too many changes, too many paths, and tangled threads.

Line clusters.

Pester.

The Knot of Godion.

Suddenly, a noun suddenly broke into his confused thoughts.

Little by little, the pure white space was occupied by the terrifying black of the starry sky and the icy light of the stars.

His scattered form gathered around it, and the silver thread connecting his body and soul reappeared.

The Knot of Godion...... Delphi's Edict ......

Delphi ...... Land of Onfalos......

Onfalos ......

Onfalos ...... Evil Spirit......

Blood Demon ...... The Path of Blood...... NEWBORN......

The umbilical cord of the world was crying, and he was moving, and Magnus suddenly saw a lifeline that had not been seen before for 10,000 years.

It was glittering and colorful, shining miraculously against him in a blanket of pure white ashes, like a mirage in an oasis in the desert.

Magnus – or the presence of Magnus who thought he was dead – couldn't help but walk there.

It looks so warm.

He thought.

Wail!

？ What? Knife? No knives! Only eating, drinking, dogs, birds, cats, and fantasy rafting! Battle scenes and big battles, what kind of mouth can you eat (you)

You have to have a little trust in the character of the astrologer! (Astrologer...... Is there really one)

In addition, it is a bit difficult to write about the degree of pony...... It took a little more time.

(End of chapter)