The rhythmic rhythm of the distant machinery came like the murmur of steel poetry.

The new air conditioner sends the breeze out of the air outlet grille with the right temperature and humidity.

Warm, moist air currents sweep over the tips of Casablanca's dark green leaves, swirling in the snow-white calyxes, diffusing a faint bitter fragrance in the quiet room.

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At this moment, countless omens, prophecies, and predictions suddenly pointed to the same terrible picture and result.

The time has come for the end.

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In the abyss of nebulae and stars outside the vast and inaccessible expansion area at the edge of the Milky Way, the shattered stars are wrapped in huge destructive kinetic energy, whether they are planets, stars or other celestial bodies, the only reason for being chosen is only the location—starting from the outermost part and gradually spreading inward—the invisible giant hand gradually retracts as if pinching the paper into a ball—

The stars completely unfit the laws of physics and aimlessly rampage through the universe, the collision of high-energy rays and particle streams erupted into a bright cosmic storm, and the red-white heat, radiation and ion bombardment caused everything to disintegrate into elementary particles in the blink of an eye.

Countless known and unknown worlds are born and died in that instant, and the arrival of such natural disasters does not distinguish between the thoughts and thoughts of the victims, nor does it change because of any god worshipped.

Whether it is human or alien, new or ancient, order or chaos, good or evil, there is no joy or sorrow, and there is no distinction between the original and the primordial.

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The ice blue eyes of the genogen and the brown almond eyes of the border collie stared at each other.

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No matter how many times the panicked king, soothsayer, or priest repeats the ritual, no matter what is offered, no matter how many sacrifices there are, no matter how many other means of being tried to find an answer or try to pray to any god.

All questions are answered with unprecedented clarity.

The only answer is that the time has come to the end.

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The overwhelming waves of energy in the subspace are like black flames that ignite paper, starting from some invisible edge and violently annihilating everything.

Invisible things from all sides devoured everything they came across, whether it was demons or demonic realms, dark spirits or networks, shadows or light.

The hesitation of those who never retreat, the discoloration of beauty, the anger of those who are eternally loving, the love and hatred of those who play with fate, the denial that protists, even some of the oldest wrecks or enslavers, cannot resist, ploughs and sweeps holes, peels away cocoons, separates and disintegrates...... In the end, there is only a pool of stagnant water.

Blank, even the concept of barrenness no longer exists.

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The twelfth genetic protogen, which encountered "surprise" scenes one after another in the meeting 10,000 years later, secretly tightened its muscles, let its well-trained natural spiritual energy run to a subtle height in his heart, and finally controlled his laryngeal breathing after being as prepared as possible, and softly, coughed, breaking the abnormal silence in the room.

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The dashing ramlash of the stars ceased.

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The foehn winds of the Most High Heaven were silent.

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Suddenly, the outcome of all prophecies and omens began to be confused, and a strange difference was born of sliding into an unassailable end.

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"Ahem, let me interrupt, two ......"

"That's not right——?! Even if that's what you say, it doesn't get any better?! - Isn't it even more wrong?! Yes?! Peturabo! Tell me what your little dog's brain is thinking about every day?! Yes?! ”

Some kind of shrill scream that could not have been uttered by the Lord of Steel himself erupted from the throat of the Fourth Primordial, and he grabbed the dog's ears and shook his head violently, ignoring the shepherd's ensuing roar and baring of teeth. Well, much later, when Angelon learned that Perturabo had described this mournful cry as "a male duck with his neck choked" - he also had the misfortune to laugh at the great goose call.

"Stop! You impudent mortal! Don't shake my head like that! Who's the little broken dog?! The sheer level of Peturabo's embarrassment was almost visible to the naked eye, "I'm not your dog!" I'm not a dog! I'm Peturabo! Master of the Fourth Legion! The Genetic Prototype of the Iron Warriors! ”

Of course, the other side was not listening at all this time, and after finally rubbing enough of the hair on the dog's head and ears, Lami Zane let go of his hand as if he had removed the pressure, and sat back down.

"Tsk, well, Peturabo, you know, you're going to be so ...... to come up with something outrageous on your own Like, my mouthpiece spits out these phrases that have been said countless times as if they were flowing smoothly. ”

The black-and-white dog, who was dazed by the rubbing, was so angry that he jumped back and forth on the sofa and the floor, jumping three feet high.

“…… Even when I was angry, the soles of my feet looked like they were loaded with springs. ”

And—and had to, well, absolutely had to—the muscles of Angron's face tensed solemnly as he watched his fourth brother play the whole time, but the Nukerian monarch's hands were clenched into fists, and he clenched his back molars.

It's too hard, but you can't hold back your laughter! Angelon! Angelon Petra! Bet on the joys and sorrows of your life accumulated over the years! Can't laugh! If you laugh out, you will definitely get a grudge against Peturabo, who will hold a grudge against the heat death of the universe and the end of time and space! Can't laugh! Hold on! Yes!

After another round of petting and complaining (Angron felt like he was about to lose his mask of calm), they finally started talking seriously again (thankfully). —From the King of Iron Heart).

"Look at the good things you've done...... Now let me take a closer look. ”

Lamizan held up a hand and spread her fingers.

"First of all, Anglon has been adopted by our Julius - I'll ask you for the details, Ulius ......" He hesitated for a moment, his inquiring gaze slightly relieved when he met Anglon, who shook his head knowingly, and Perturabo, who witnessed this tacit understanding, snorted extremely unhappily.

"So first of all, Angron was adopted by Julius since he was a child, so Julius is indeed Angron's adoptive father, right?"

Peturabo began to sneer. Angelon kept smiling. Lamizan retracted a finger.

"Julius is a son of his genetic father after completing a full set of Astarte modification surgeries. Right. ”

Lamizan put away another finger.

"It is known that the genetic seeds used in the modification of Julius came from Dorne and ...... Well, it's true that the other half of the surgeries still use Peturabo's genes. Right? ”

The shepherd protophyllum coldly reconfirmed the matter.

"Perturabo and Dorne are siblings, and they are also Anglon's siblings, so Julius should be considered Angron's nephew from here."

Lamizan retracted a finger again.

"Uthermaatra and Emenute were the teachers of Julius...... And my current body is Peturabo's, and Peturabo himself is actually in my dog's body now...... And Angelon undoubtedly has all the qualifications......"

Angelon was still smiling gracefully, but his golden eyes seemed to be staring into the distant void.

"Then to sum up, the inference is naturally valid: Angelon is undoubtedly the best heir to his brothers' legions, and given such an unshakable and firm position as a prince, we should find a way to pull a few more people to directly establish the ......."

Angelon's smile seemed to weld on his face.

This time it was Peturabo's turn to expel and bark.

(End of chapter)