By the end of their journey, the captain and crew of the Terra Glory had been convinced that the creature who was qualified to sit on the shoulders of the Emperor's honored son was indeed extraordinary and sacred.

Word of mouth had begun among the crew that this mysterious black-and-white plush guest must have been a savior sent by the Emperor, and that this proud and beautiful creature must have had his own gold silk cushion in the reverie of the Emperor in his magnificent, holy and great palace, beside the throne.

One of the things that quelled all doubts was the miraculous creature's miraculous ability to navigate through the dangerous sea of dark stars.

For the first ten seconds of the black-and-white dog's chain on the ship's navigation system (he was even connected only by external devices instead of living beings), their suspicious navigators were screaming and cursing that they were putting a creature who wasn't even humanoid into an important role that had been performed by the pure-blood navigator family for thousands of years, and that they were putting the entire crew, especially the noble genetic protogen, in unpredictable danger, and that it was an unforgivable depravity.

Of course, the strong will of the male lions himself actually played the main and probably the only role in the implementation of the action of letting the dogs navigate for them.

When the first ten seconds passed, the ship's engines began to start.

The accompanying mechanical priests reported with a kind of intense emotion and agitated electronic sound that you rarely see in the followers of the Ohm Messiah that they had never observed the engine room and the soul of the Lord Ponderer so happy.

The operation status of this old ship began to become suddenly smooth, as if there was an invisible hand that could not be questioned and accurately "unraveled" the code and data flow that had been buggy, knotted or injured one by one, and the systems in all parts began to actively self-check and report to the main processing system in an orderly manner, and many new tasks that had never been seen before were assigned one by one in a fascinating, smooth and efficient manner. Each follower of the Ohm Messiah is told clearly and completely in extremely concise and beautiful programming language what to do and what steps to take after what situation arises.

Ninety-nine ten seconds after the black-and-white Miracle Plush Apostle took over all the systems of this light cruiser, her subspace engine was running at full power, and Geller's position was fully open.

With every part working together in harmony, every screw back to its proper place, the Terra Glory leaps gracefully and deftly into subspace like a dolphin in the ancient Terra Ocean.

There weren't too many disgusting vertigo, no apparitions that made people want to scream, and the sinister creatures that tried to break through Geller's position and eat everyone on board seemed to turn a blind eye to them—only the currents of deep and changing messages and energies still held the cruiser strongly, but the raging subspace energy currents seemed to turn into waves that could be easily leveraged, even though they closed the porthole windows, But everyone knew something: they were safely riding a torrent of high-speed to their destination, and the dangerous journey to the High Heavens was reduced to a visual data table under the flesh pad of the black and white dog.

Ancient Techno Sergeant Héctor whispered a prayer in his Mars-red power armor.

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The Terra Glory joined Zabriel's group, who had also received a distress call, and Zabriel had undoubtedly recovered three more Fallen Angel Veterans for the Lion King, as Perturabo had predicted.

And when the lion looked down with a heavy heart on the deep green jungle of Kamaz as he was attacked by his fallen heirs and even the strata were set on fire, it was only natural for him to think of Caliban.

Is Caliban, the planet that has hosted many of the truly important nodes in the lion king's life, in her final moments, also burning to meet her destruction?

After scanning the surface of Kamaz, Leon had to admit that even though he had fallen into Chaos, the leader of the Pan-Eyed Gang, Thrafax, who was his heir, did still do the same thing here as the Legion carried out during the Great Expedition, and it was completely orderly and efficient for a Chaos Gang: beheading important cities and strongholds, executing all leaders, spreading fuel on the ground, and finally igniting everything that could be ignited, and even leaving some victims who could cry, So that those who come later will be subjected to stares, self-blame, pressure and self-doubt after witnessing what happened.

"This son of yours, well, something, it seems that he has not lost his deep grasp of certain ways of domination and conquest while he has fallen. The average Chaos Gang kid can't do it to his level. He was a natural leader, but not enough. Entrenched between the back of his neck and shoulder armor, the black-and-white flower dog commented that after eagerly absorbing the teachings of the legendary creature who called himself "Cademo" with the lion's approval, Héctorel quickly repaired the power armor for his genetic father, and even the bionic prosthetics and equipment of his brothers that had been lost and could not be repaired and replaced were also stained, and the joy of the technical sergeant grew day by day, and even the lion could clearly feel it.

"So what? Do you want to intercede for him and take him under your command? The lion's voice was majestic and gloomy, and the mortal technical officers on the bridge subconsciously shrunk their necks: the feeling of a beast entrenched in a dangerous forest looking out made the human instinct creep.

"I don't need a soldier like him, Leon," said the Whitedog, "not even Lamizane, and the universe offers me a better way to deal with people like him: armed training servants." ”

Even though his heart was still heavy, Leon still felt comforted, and it was obvious that the others had also experienced something, at least Zabriel's extremely gloomy face after seeing the tragic situation of Kamath loosened slightly.

The lion landed under the guidance of his brother, and of course there was no need for Perturabo to point out, and Leon could see some traces of a deliberate message: the ruins of the Red Moon Castle, the stronghold of the descendants of St. Giles, who once guarded the place, had been deliberately preserved.

When the landing ship landed, the Lion was relieved to see that his current twenty-one heirs had not forgotten their battle rules due to hundreds of thousands of years of separation and wandering, and that with the presence of the original and legendary creatures to protect them, the Dark Angel veterans still formed a complete queue on their own and maintained their due vigilance against their surroundings: Scouting, Guard, Backbone, Left and Right Wing, Broken Rear and Heavy Weapons Team, each of them immediately and spontaneously adapted to find their place in the Lion's new organization.

In front of the gates of the ruins of the Red Moon Castle, the male lion meets a messenger who has been left exclusively for him.

This allowed the lion to see for the first time how 10,000 years later the existence of this galaxy that he didn't value in the first place had grown to the point of being able to turn an Astarte into a desecrated appearance.

(End of chapter)