Thad is very old, very old.

And as an elder dauntless, there was a reason why he wasn't taken away and awakened before the last such important, all-out warband operation of their warband.

As the vague leader of the thirty comrades, Julius knew what was wrong with Elder Sade: he was too old to convince, completely obstinate and completely opinionated, old enough to talk to himself out of nowhere, old enough to be immersed in his own ideal dreams that no one knew.

And Julius was well aware that it was the Elder Sade who did not hesitate to reject the ultimatum that the Sable Sword had given to those who had been left behind and those who had been abandoned.

Despite this, the young warrior did not have any resentment towards the last warlord in his heart when he looked back at his home planet for the last time, only a deep regret: regret that he could not die as the emperor's angel of death on the battlefield where the wargroup needed him the most.

Thus left in a state of embarrassment and humiliation due to a lack of supplies, support, and recognition, the fearless elder poured out his last wrath at the intruding aliens, who were then ripped alive from his metal coffin by the alien pirates and thrown into a crate, and then followed by his young unadulterated juniors into the black market harbor in the turbulence.

Hunger, pain, and decaying pain gnawed at the old daunted's nerves and flesh, and he fell into a deep shock, and since the seeds of the Fist of the Empire were generally lacking in the meninges of the resurrection in the forty-first year, if he died, he would be free from this terrible physical punishment and have a peaceful rest.

But he still refused to die.

The veteran is like his genetic father, broken, broken, scarred, and in pain, as if he were in purgatory, but the stubborn stone refuses to die.

It's just that he hasn't completed his final mission yet.

He was unconsciously cleaned, treated, and moved into a culture pod, his barely flesh left was reconditioned, and the delicate nerve occlusion and incision repair surgery was performed while he was in a deep coma.

The eternal pain that made him want to scream silently became bearable.

Sade's brain and major nerves had actually been severely damaged when he had been forcibly pulled out of the amniotic fluid, and Hunso had already discovered the problem when he examined him, though he had only reported it to his beloved Father of Genes.

"Seriously, I think it's incredible that he can survive until now and refuse to die." The bald-headed apothecary master said, and did not admit that he had tried his best to save him because of the tenacity of the old intrepid man, "but there are quite few parts of his brain that can really move, and I think there is a good chance that he will not wake up." ”

In his report to the Father of Genes, Honso wrote, "In addition to the physical loss of the cerebral cortex, the results of his brain biochemical analysis showed biochemical markers that are rare in Astarte but sometimes found in old mortals, such as decreased β amyloid 1–42 (Aβ1-42) concentrations and decreased glucose metabolism rates in the bilateral temporal and parietal lobes, which support the diagnosis of Alzheimer's disease." Therefore, it can be speculated that some of the causes of the trauma caused his brain problems. He was no longer fit to serve as a dreadnought driver again. ”

But Thad was still not ordered to give up, and after receiving an unexpected reservation from the Iron Lord, Honso stared at the elder in the amniotic fluid chamber sleeping quietly in the apothecary's laboratory for a long time.

It was also from that day that the master of the Karangol Fort began to gradually become the master of the Potions of the Destiny Steel.

Julius and Parogov also visited him from time to time.

The gods and humans came and went in the apothecary's laboratory, and no one could disturb Sade's sleep.

None of this was known to Saad.

"He" floated above the black ocean, and the ocean below was turbulent and malevolent.

He was determined to complete his final mission, but he didn't know how he was going to accomplish it, and only that last belief drove him to float.

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One day, a special formation in the Hall of Omens was activated.

It originated from a nearly 40,000-year-old ataxia librarian's joking with a psychic advisor over coffee.

"Whew...... I think why don't we try to summon a senior sister? ”

"Who's Senpai?"

"Hmm...... I mean, maybe we can try to call out the soul of Ferus Manus? ”

"How can you think like that, as much as I don't like him very much, I must say that the head of poor Ferrus was cut off by our more abominable brother ten thousand years ago, and his soul is not going to wander around this universe anyway to be called by us casually."

"Because...... Ahem...... I think he is the safest of the people who can be shouted? No, that's okay. ”

"Well, while trying to hold a séance is a piece of cake for me, we can't do it out of thin air."

"Hey, hey. Look at this, furnace breaker. ”

"You just thought of it because of the furnace breaker, right?" Blue-green eyes looked at each other suspiciously, "I see you stared at the furnace breaker for a while while you just drank your coffee. ”

"Anyway, I think it will happen to nothing, but it would be nice to see how this kind of ritual is performed in the 41st millennium."

"No problem, give it to me, look at mine."

Then things (sure enough) went a little wrong.

Utherma Atra's spirit returned from a subspace storm in terror, claiming to have witnessed a very alarming possibility, and refusing to describe it in detail.

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Sade's five senses were almost gone.

He lifted his cloudy, white eyes above the dark stormy ocean.

There is light.

A steadfast and pure white-gold glow, channeled from far away.

The arms or wings of some massive creature gently wrapped around his scarred stump.

The communication from the soul level made him understand something in an instant.

He nodded.

Solemnly agreed.

The Comer will use his body to accomplish his mission for him.

And Sade has no doubt about that.

His watch was finally over.

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The life-support pod beside him sounded an alarm, and he turned around.

From the stump of the body, which was left with only the head, shoulder blades, and half of the spine extending from the ribcage, between the flowing white hair, a pair of bright, determined, and noble purple iris eyes opened.

The purple court phoenix descended here.

Wail.

(End of chapter)