Although Angelon Petra could already tell what was happening, the next words formed questions that came naturally from his vocal cords and then from his lips, like fate.

"With you? Where to? ”

His talent allowed him to feel the presence of the voice in his head, and there was a clear feeling of doubt or hesitation that was rare.

But the being eventually answered.

[Leave this place behind and head to the glorious stars.] 】

——

No, it shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this, how can it be.

Angron Petra was painfully aware in frozen time, and at the same time once again - once again and sincerely thanked his teacher and brother.

He struggled to assemble a sentence to answer in the midst of a severe headache.

"But here now—you should be able to see that too, right? How are you going to deal with it? These people? All those who believe in me and those who are my enemies? ”

[It's just a few mortals and trivial things on a planet.] What you want to see, what you want to conquer, are billions of humans and stars. Leave them behind. 】

—I can't believe you said that. Don't you really realize that I should stay here at this moment and accompany them to fulfill these vows of life and death? ”

[Is your answer a no?] 】

My answer was that I should fulfill my vows here, and then come back to see what you wanted me to do. You can't and shouldn't control what I'm going to do, just like you shouldn't feel like everyone has to listen to your brainless demands. If you think it's a rejection, then it's a rejection. ”

The being was silent, silent for a moment, and Angelon tried to move his wrist, finding himself still locked in the frozen amber of time.

With such a strong psionic strength, he thought to himself, I really don't understand why......

The deep voice that gave him a headache rumbled again, buzzing the eardrums of those who had frozen here.

Angron Petra began to say silently in his heart, no, no......, no

He could almost feel the emotion above him, though it wasn't but very close—remorse—and his heart sank to the bottom of his stomach.

[Well, I'm sorry.] 】

——

The strong, unpleasant smell of ozone spread through the air, replacing the smell of cold snow and hot blood on the snowy mountains.

When the teleportation flash disappeared from his eyes, the Twelfth Genogen even felt the feeling of wanting to laugh after his emotions had been detonated to the top.

"This outdated teleportation technology feels so bad that I'll never get used to it." He muttered under his breath as he propped himself up with his axe.

The tall Sage King spread himself out and stood in the vaulted hall where he was now standing.

Perhaps the original Angelon Tulk couldn't tell what was going on, but Angelon Petra, the owner of the Queen of Glory-class battleship "Ark in the Desert", immediately recognized what it was or where it was—

The Primordial's ears caught the reactor and engine at work during the Void Cruise, and he heard the gentle clashing of power armor and weapons.

Beneath his boots were precious, intricate, polished mosaic tiles, each carefully polished and carefully and reverently inlaid here in delicate patterns, all so that people could walk on them for a second to feel beautiful.

Countless priceless treasures of art were scattered among the trophies, captured or commemorative weapons, and various faded and new flags, and were casually stuffed into any vacant space like ordinary ornaments.

He let out a deep, deep breath under the bridge dome of the Imperial Dream, and sighed again.

Large and small orbs of light converged in the center of the room in the shape of a pyramid, the throne of one of the most powerful souls and the myriad of other powerful souls gathered beneath it.

It is impossible for the soul strength of ordinary people to manifest such a clear image and light in Angelon's innate vision.

The largest, brightest, one of them sits high in the center – like a star – no, like an icy golden sun.

Angelon immediately agreed with Lamizane's description of the moment, which was so accurate.

He subconsciously rolled his Adam's apple and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The Praetorian Army formed a human wall and slowly surrounded it, as if they were going to hunt some kind of beast in the hall.

They laid down the power halberd in their hands and pointed at him, and Angron saw that the disintegrating force field on the blade of each halberd here was allowed to open, and the force field crackled from time to time, and the tips were all pointed at an emperor's son.

He sighed again and shook his head.

The Emperor's guards tried to slowly approach and use their halberds to contain the apparently heavily armed visitor who had been teleported here. The molten golden eyes of the genetic prototype swept coldly over these gold-armored guards, too weak.

Each of these Golden Armor Guards was indeed more repaired, taller and more athletic, and more well-trained than ordinary people, but they still had holes in their bodies that Angron could attack, at least twenty or more, because the appearance of the soul vision presented to him was the most realistic—and attacking the useless tall riders below didn't even need to use his talent.

As if enraged by the giant's cold, assessing the beast to be slaughtered, the Janissary in his special red tasseled eagle helmet stepped forward and tried to raise his weapon towards the Twelfth Genetic Prototype—

Angelon Petra casually reached out and easily grabbed the Praetorian Army's armor and lifted it before his eyes, blinking and seeing the fate of the Praetorian Army in a blood-red phantom that quickly passed before his eyes.

The hot blood that flowed from the forbidden soldier's torn body in half would stain the exquisite mosaic floor red.

"Oh, you have to remember to thank the Iron King for saving you, little kitty." The red-haired king whispered, waving his arm, and his power armor servo began to work, and the disrespectful Forbidden Army was thrown out by him, slamming into the weapon rack in the corner and a large pile of antique treasures, and the crimson blood flowed out along the cracks in his golden armor, but he only fainted.

[Wait a minute. 】

The icy golden sun began to shrink its rays, condensing a humanoid silhouette toward it, and it stepped down from its high throne toward Angelon.

The Forbidden Army retreated and began to separate to the sides, allowing their noble Emperor to approach the Genoplasm.

How so. You ......]

The Twelfth Hara sighed heavily, interrupting the other almost rudely.

"I'm Anglon. Angelon Petra. ”

He raised his head and stared straight at the cold star in front of him, even as his light began to sting the primordial eye, causing him to cry.

"If you have something to say, let's get it done as soon as possible, and then I can go about my own business, okay?"

(End of chapter)