"So can we bring him back?! So, what are you waiting for?! ”

Even if it was excusable, Commander Sklar's disrespectful rant in front of the Iron Lord brought him the clamping of the sturdy steel arms of the two Hoop Mecha - someone could understand, but a stuffed tyrant wouldn't get used to these boys.

The elder "Kedoma" also kicked the amniotic tank firmly, and the mark of his metal walking foot was clearly left under the opponent's crotch - mainly the normal Dreadnought model, even the Contempt model could not lift his leg to the chest to fly and kick - the dreadnought used by a certain purple court phoenix did not count, but Mr. Ramizane Carosini privately claimed that he believed that the real Phoenician could swing his sword and perform the palm dance with that dreadnought toe - but he did not elaborate on what palm it was.

At the same time, Dauntless saw the very blasphemous Chaos Abomination Intelligence, who was now unabashedly wearing the appearance of Roger Dorn's same power armor, stepped forward with a small sense of novelty, and took a metal needle and struck a needle into the neck of the Contempt Daring.

"Boom!" The second company commander fearlessly roared, "What do you think you're doing?" Playing house wine? I'm a dreadnought, aren't you ...... creatures of chaos? Hey......? What......? How to ......"

Daring Daught's hard, generous voice weakened into a humming feeble protest, allowing the two hoops to pick him up and stuff him back into his seat.

[You see, I told you that it's useful to put a note of demand like 'I want to make all-purpose myasthenic soup' in pistachio, caramelized croissants, and cauldrons that have been naturally rotting for seven days before throwing them down the drain.] 】

[No, it actually works, but it's ...... dangerous]

[Inactivated, it will not be infectious.] 】

[Inactivated? We still have a pharmacist on board who can do this? Or did you make the apothecary of Ironheart ......? 】

[No, I can't get their pharmacist to do this, although their pharmacist is allowed to use the equipment in the infirmary, he can't even crack the code of Hongsuo's equipment, and reports that he can't understand most of the potions he left behind. So I thought about it and asked Magna to ask around, only to be answered by the kitchen that it could be taken care of. 】

【……】

[Anyway, let the kitchen deal with it, it's just that the time does take a bit long, but you see that the processing effect is very good.] This powerless potion can even be softened by a needle of fearlessness. 】

【…… Don't leak this to any of the soldiers, it will greatly lower our morale. 】

[No, how could it be, haha. 】

"Alright, now you can listen to us, Company Commander Skral. Long story short. One of the tall prototypes turned around and tapped on the stereo projector, which immediately refreshed a row of analysis data and graphs.

"According to the calculations of the great, intelligent Iron King, the principle of this Ada Network Gate is that someone has placed a prophetic trigger trap...... It's ingenious, and it's just right to get to the last hapless ...... Ahem. Although this trigger used up all the soulstones it could use, but. ”

His icy blue eyes blinked, "But Company Commander Hal has so many soulstones in his hand that we can try to go there and use his inventory to 'pull' your Father of Genes again when the next same astronomical conditions come to us, so that he can get closer to where we are now, and finally 'pull' him back to ours." ”

His fingers slid a few curves, and the elder said, "But this is an extremely delicate job, and it may not be able to 'pull' it successfully at one time, and you must be careful not to 'rip' the weak 'shuttle' in the process, which requires someone to act as a soul pulley and anchor point, as well as the need to 'comb' the 'warp and weft' ...... on the way at the same time."

Before the mortal experience of the Divine Dreadnought, who had rarely experienced the "eyelids that could not hold it", fell asleep in the gushing explanation, he heard Lothara Salin say, "Well, let's try it as soon as possible, I am willing to be the first to take my soul out to pave the way for his return, I have a very bad premonition, I don't want Lord Angron to stay there for a moment." ”

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Angelon Petra strode down the corridors of the Imperial Dream.

Each mortal servant who encountered him would respectfully bend his waist to almost a halve, waiting for the passage of the Venerable.

His gold and silver armor and sage's horn crown smelled of freshly oiled in the candle flame and incense, and his new scarlet silk cloak was carefully draped over his shoulder armor by the servants, his nobility and majesty were no less than those of any of the genetic agents who had returned before him.

The poets and narrators of the royal family had begun to write countless poems and records of his molten ruby hair, bronzed skin, and golden eyes that were the same as those of his father, and composers and artists were observing the actions of the emperor's heir, in order to paint, compose, and sculpt him.

The person who was described and praised by thousands of people was very helpless, and even began to think coldly after being sad and worried.

As his conversation with the sun, who was not his father, on the bridge, he understood what his role should play in this fate, rather than the oath he had made on the ground in Nukeria, and he readily agreed to his request to take over the Twelfth Legion.

Then, as expected, the Emperor told him that he should leave as soon as possible to join his Legion of War Dogs, and then immediately accompany him on the next step of the Great Expedition.

As for Nukeria and the gladiator companions of Anglon on the ground in Nukeria? Oh, their little slave revolt won't succeed, anyway, without your help, they're all already dead if you go down now, it's better to look directly at the sea of stars, and my bureaucrats will come to finish it for you, how easy, you don't have to have any scruples, and you don't have to face embarrassing scenes, isn't it?

"What you're going to do is for humanity, for the future of humanity, Anglon."

The Emperor looked at him in the light, and it was rare for him to slow down a little at this moment, "Our eyes are on the fate of farther, bigger, and more human beings and the future of the galaxy, and we can't be stuck in some small things on a small planet. You are a primordial, and I can give you so much more than a kingdom, a continent, or a planet. Your destiny requires you to take on more, and it is your destiny to command your legions to unite every world in the sea of stars under my banner. ”

The tall, red-haired protodid was silent for a moment, and as if convinced, he put away his axe and bowed to his father and the emperor.

The Praetorian soldiers pounded the tail of their halberds on the ground to congratulate, the poets and court musicians immediately rehearsed grand music and recitations, and countless flattery, blessings, and praises poured in to congratulate the great human emperor on the return of a noble and powerful son.

Only Angelon Petra himself knew how cold he felt in his bones and how cold his heart was after listening to those words.

He had to figure it out......

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"You say, will we ever see him again?" Jochuka played with the chains in his hand and the head of another slave owner, and asked Kleist.

The huntress sat with the boy at the other end of the mountain, their blood still dry.

The woman who was asked looked at the horizon, "I don't know, Jochuka, but I hope I can." ”

The wise King of the Red Sands had made a prediction about them the night before, and his pre-arrangement worked, as he gave Kleist and Cromacchi two remotes and beacons before the battle began.

After killing enough enemies, the remaining slave gladiators were teleported to safety under the cover of a huge explosion and avalanche, and Angelon Petra left them with all the remaining emergency rations, and told them to go in the direction of the setting sun in this wilderness until they could see the source of the creek and the huge thundercleaved taiga, where they released the beacon and waited.

Sure enough, the gladiators found the mouth of a brook and a coniferous forest, but none of the ones he had said had been struck by lightning.

So they have some concerns.

But soon they were gone.

As the smell of ozone dissipated, the temperature dropped, and the air crackled with a strange crackling sound, hairs on the surface of many people's skin stood on end—a giant psionic lightning bolt cleaving through the emerald green conifers.

Presence arrived, and after conversation, vanished with mortals, and the forest returned to silence.

(End of chapter)