The first is light.

It stands to reason that if you wear a helmet with power armor, the eyepiece will keep the light coming into your eyes in a consistently appropriate range.

But supernatural sunlight still shone through the void window the moment he entered, dazzling Julius' eyes.

The warm pale golden glow brought to his mind fragments that should have been crammed into the deepest corners of his memory under training, hypnosis, and surgery.

Ice field.

Bonfire.

Stories by the fire.

The old face of a mortal.

Earnest teaching, loving trust, warm embrace, rough palms...... Imperial...... Treachery...... Brothers...... Suffering...... Child...... Death...... Together...... Abandon...... Dark...... Cold...... Fall...... Who caught the ...... Whose...... Hand......

…… Who...... Sigh...... Who...... Warm...... Embrace...... Who......

His senses were suddenly "unfurled" into some different form of existence, an unimaginable majesty filled his limbs, he could pass through the veil of reality and magic, and his blow could destroy a star—

The stars floated beside him, he slowly passed by the fiery nebula that hatched countless tentacles, the thin clouds of cosmic dust brushed his body like mist, and the dying stars in the galaxy were powerlessly shining on the last life on the frozen planets—

Some kind of behemoth in the void chirped at him.

Julius blinked, yes...... Whale...... Is it?

A thought suddenly lit up his mind like lightning: But I'm on the Destiny Steel—

The down-to-earth feeling is back.

Julius' eyes adjusted to the sunlight as he stood there, looking around the office he had stepped into with his weapon in hand.

The room was quiet, and there was no one behind the two desks.

The desk of the commander of the war regiment in the center reflected the oblique sunlight, and a half-drunk cup of cinnamon milk bubbled with Reka coffee was still steaming.

He looked back at the Caldormo Elder Desk, where Astarte's strengthened eyeballs and optic nerves, through the magnification of the eyepiece, clearly told him that the ink of the smooth letters annotated on the parchment had not yet fully dried, and that the intrepid of the office had never left the desk beyond forty-five standard Terra seconds.

But with the Ears of Lyman's ability to pick up voices, and the fearless speed and weight of the Contempt, it would be impossible for even the Elder Cadomo to do such a thing as "leaving the table without moving, running into the next room, closing the door, and continuing to do nothing" in forty-five standard Terra seconds.

Julius' muscles tensed, and he placed his fingers on the scepter's force field button.

What about people?

Why not a single one?

Soltarn had just come out of the office, and they had even spoken a few words.

Could this be a trap -

The temperature in the room decreased as the concentration of the Supreme Celestial Power increased, and the shimmering psionic lightning surrounded his forehead, forming a crown of thorns that was even more condensed and fine than before.

"Click."

Very slight movement.

Lyman's ear told him that the source of the sound was behind a curtain that had fallen to the ground.

A drop of sweat ran across young Astarte's forehead.

He walked over vigilantly—

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"This thing, well, it's okay to talk about it, it's okay to talk about it."

The body of the fourth primordial sat there rubbing his hands, and his eyes wandered around with an expression of "the parent was found by the child to have secretly painted the model he had saved with his pocket money for a year".

Opposite him, held by two Iron Guards, was Julius, who had been disarmed by Vannus, and the power armor and the psionic hood on it were being reversed due to some mysterious code locking.

The seasoned Raven Guard also took off the Acting Priest's skeletal helmet, and the bloodshot eyes of the emaciated demigod with blond hair and blue eyes stared at the original body of the Iron Warrior.

"You vicious fraudster of chaos!" He hissed, "Darkest blasphemy! Treachery! Deceit! I really shouldn't have ——! What have I done! Blind me! Stupid me! Sin me! I even convinced others——! Even I personally present the elders and all my brothers to you, the great enemies of the Emperor——! Ah——!h What did I do——! ”

The truth of the continuous impact made him too distracted and muttered to himself.

Julius's mellow voice was now distorted and hoarse like weeping blood, "I...... I...... I'm still lucky to get to the truth...... Indulging in false good ...... I wanted to hear an explanation with my own ears before I decided to end it...... I'm too weak...... This is my iniquity...... I caused ...... I...... Not worthy ......"

The colors of chaos swirled in the shadows of his sky-blue eyes.

Peturabo lay on the couch with his legs crossed, laughing coldly from deep within his nose.

"Hey," Lamizane cleared her throat and her gaze wandered, "don't say that, right, after all, none of us are lying, and don't we all get along very well, and I'm going to take you with me to see the famous garden world...... Julius? What's wrong with you? Julius? ”

[Hmph...... Lamizane, stand back. Don't look straight ahead! 】

In the temple of Solemnity at the other end of the galaxy, Karga and Tigris, who had rushed to hear the news, stared solemnly at the changes that had occurred between their dead father and god in the coffin of the shrine of the silent standing for the first time in 10,000 years.

On the Mountain Formation, Thor Galaton frowned as he looked at the Father of Genes' sacred hand bones, each name engraved on it calling out his father's name, each call sign fainter than the last.

In the Captain's office on the Destiny Steel, Julius Robert Omar slowly lifted his face, which resembled Robert Killman.

It's like a nightmare made with the essence of a thousand nightmares.

Tears of blood dripped from his eyes, one eye burned with a bewitching purple aura, the other overflowed with a withered pus-green light, and the blue crystal bird's tongue occupied his mouth, about to bewitch the soul of the listener in nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine different languages.

Ten thousand years later, on another Queen of Glory, the gods of chaos once again opened their mouths to the fleeing Dividers, about to curse the first syllable of the first word triumphantly—

A ball that also shone in a variety of colors with a hint of black light was picked up by the Border Collie and pushed into his open mouth with precision.

The Chaos God screamed in anger and reluctance to spit out—

The hot, dog-like pad pressed Julius' mouth.

The container's Adam's apple, not knowing whether it was out of instinctive nausea or something else, rolled up and down, and the ball was swallowed.

Then the curtain fell, and the aetheric hurricane stopped, and the things that had been rolled up in the room began to crackle and fall.

[Skiff.] The guy didn't tell me it was so disgusting. 】

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Julius blinked vigorously, and the acting priest and think tank found himself unconscious again.

He was sitting on the couch in the War Leader's office, with the kind War Leader and ...... in front of him A black-and-white four-legged stuffed creature that looks angry but makes you want to touch it?

The blonde-haired Astarte felt his whole body stiffen, as if he had been thrown into the gladiatorial cage for a hundred consecutive fights, and he moved his body, and the Word of Speech slid into his palm, and the touch of the leather made him feel much more relieved.

Then he remembered why he had just lost his mind.

"I still can't quite accept this fact......" he struggled to move his stiff neck.

"I know it's really not easy to accept. Julius, but I'm glad you came to me about it. Lamizan got up and poured a cup of hot recka coffee for the young man, who was ten times sadter than the standard of a Space Marine's facial expression.

"On the bright side, at least you haven't become the Emperor's Son, the World Eater, the Death Guard, the Scarlet Warrior, the Black Legion, or the Malevolent."

"Thank you, Warlord." Julius held his coffee cup, and his Robert-Killiman face didn't look inspired.

"But I've just learned that my mother band has gone from Imperial Fist to Iron Warriors."

Wail.

It was still completed on time today.

Good night to all

Thanks again

(End of chapter)