Saul Tavits's appearance was not the most beautiful among the Emperor's Sons, and some of his former peers even commented that the gold metal patched on his forehead was so ugly and obtrusive that it tarnished the image of the Emperor's Sons warriors.

However, his temperament will draw attention to the warrior's composure and intelligence first, rather than focusing on his appearance.

He had indeed seriously considered whether the current situation was a trap.

But apparently he had come to the conclusion after thinking about it that there was no need for such a painstaking and unthinkable act.

After all, the hundreds of loyalist warriors who were still gathered and stationed in the Leader's Palace were completely surrounded by heavy ground artillery fire, the other warriors of the four legions loyal to the commander, and the Titans: Deathskull and Ember Wolves.

The rebels disposed of lone rebels equally: saturated ammunition shots, promethium flamethrowers stuffed into every crevice and hole, and perhaps the unfortunate survivors who were caught would become targets for the laughter and amusement of their former comrades, and the signs of depravity and corruption were already evident in the traitors' armies.

The footsteps of the Titan Legion continued to shake the land: in addition to the twelve War Dog Titans, several warlord-class and Marauder-class complete formations, and even an Emperor-class Titan was released to the ground, the extraordinary anger of the fallen gods was so fierce that the entire original city block once again turned into clouds of dust and fire that flew into the sky, melting the metal wreckage of factories and tracks into pools of molten slag iron that glowed red. Even from the palace lookout point in the distance, the flash of their weapons could be clearly seen.

In the face of overwhelming vehicles, heavy weapons, and Titans, the balance of the killing calculations had shifted entirely in favor of the commanders, the bombardment from orbit was clearly intended to turn the place into a ruined grave for the loyalists, and Tavits and the other officers had already intended to abandon part of the defensive line in favor of a final encirclement and kill the attackers on the opposite side, and, as much as possible, to delay the time of a ship carrying the message of the betrayer.

The Eisenstein and Company Commander Nathaniel Garro were informed of a limited number of officers of their escape to Terra before the battle.

But the plans were changed on the fly.

For Lucius shouted hoarsely over the communication channels that all loyalists could hear, the arrival of a protogen, a self-proclaimed loyal protogen, and that his request now was for everyone to immediately return to the palace's unique main dome made of beautiful, sturdy, glittering coralous material - and even more ridiculous, the protogenoid claimed to be "the Emperor's twelfth heir, the loyal Progenitor Anglon"— Just thinking about the word being associated with that Angelon who was approaching outside with the sinister grins of the mad World Eaters began to overload the brains of the Emperor's Son's best commander—

But when Tavits couldn't help but restrain and reprimand the swordsman, who always seemed too naïve and liked to attract attention, how could he still be so ignorant of the general grandstanding behavior at such a moment, the figure of the thirteenth company commander who followed the emperor's son and walked in like the wind made the people here lose their speech for a while.

Glorious gold and silver armor, a noble form like no other, some kind of unknowable awe and intuition written in the depths of the genetic code, and powerful, overwhelming psychic power.

The bright eyepieces on the helmets of the genoplasm turned to the officers, and the fighters who reacted raised their guns and drew their weapons in their hands, but they all hesitated.

"Wait a minute. My brothers. ”

Someone turned out from behind the original body of the gold and silver armor, most of his power armor had been painted black, and his face was wrapped in blood-stained bandages, and it was impossible to see the number of the legion and rank and honor to which he belonged, but someone could still recognize him from the white hair and distinctive blue-purple eyes that appeared in his bandages.

"Pelamus?" Company Commander Solomon let out a sound of surprise, and although he himself had suffered a mortal wound that almost burned his face and body, he was very happy to come forward and take a closer look at his comrades. "Why do you paint yourself like this?"

"Dmitryl." The Emperor's Son greeted his brothers, "Because of the will of His Highness Angron, we are mourning all the loyalists who have died here. - In the meantime, I've decided to follow Master Angron here. ”

The reloading of some kind of heavy storm burst sounded, and a high, unyielding voice appeared.

"Listen to what you're saying - you're saying you're following a Genogen of the World Eater, an accomplice of a traitor! So, are you going to betray us, betray the emperor's son? Balo Pilamus? ”

The person questioned blinked his swollen eyes and bowed as respectfully as possible to the speaker. "This is not a betrayal, Master, the Primordial is loyal, just as I am, and we have come to bring you salvation."

"Hmph. It is better for him to be faithful, and it is better for him to bring salvation than deception and poison. ”

Voices emerge from the smoke shining into the ruined dome, and the fearless elder striding towards the uninvited guests is none other than Rano, the steward of the Palatine court, a master of ceremonies, an ancient sage, the proud attendant of the Emperor of Mankind, the greatest symbol of the past glory of the son of the Emperor of the Third Legion.

The splendid royal purple and gold plating of the fearless body of the Contempt was almost completely destroyed by artillery fire and explosive shells, leaving only the peeling marks of smoke and fire and shallow crater dents, and the engraved ribbon with his name and the Palatine court on it was so torn that it was barely recognizable, but he still miraculously moved his steps.

Everyone, including the World Eater, the Death Guard, and the warriors of the Shadowmoon Wolf, showed great respect for the Elder's presence.

"It's great to see you again, Master Raranor." Pilamus said with sincerity, his throat choked with choking, "I have heard many times, again and again, the enemy's communications...... The betrayers report that they have ruined you...... Target. ”

"Pelamus. I am the head of the Palatine court of the Third Legion, a master of ceremonies, and a living witness to history. Remembering the virtues I represented, remembering our struggles and deeds, I am the son of a righteous, glorious and loyal emperor. As long as I live, my battle will never cease with my will, even for ten thousand years. ”

The Old Sage's helmet-shaped head sensor turned to the progenitor that had been waiting quietly for a long time without dissatisfaction, his bright blue eyepiece flickering from the damaged ornithography system.

"If you can tolerate the neglect of an old man like me, it is true that you are very different from our lord and his brother. The genogen Angron of the Twelfth Legion, whom I know, is not like you. ”

"That's right." The Lord of Ironheart also replied in the softest, elegant, and standard High Gothic, while taking off his helmet.

Beneath the molten crimson metallic hair are a pair of red-gold eyes.

"He's Angelon Tarke, and I'm Angelon Petra."

Those golden eyes reminded the head of the royal court of one he had the privilege of seeing.

A bomb focused on the coralous dome with precision, and the hall trembled violently and began to rain down a trickle of stone slag and debris.

Angelon looked up at the sky.

"There's no time." He said. "They didn't want to leave anything alive, and when we came, we observed that the build-up of the ground corps and the orbital bombardment in the sky were already in place, and everyone had to be taken out of here immediately."

"Wait a minute." Saul Tavitz finally asked his own doubts on behalf of the commanders, "First of all, how did you lead so many people through the encirclement outside?" ”

The eyes of the commander and the others flashed with deep suspicion.

Kyle Lohn stepped out of the queue and held out his hands to the Shadowmoon Wolves' 2nd and 10th Company Commanders, indicating that they were unarmed.

"I swear by all my past and name, my lords, please trust His Highness Angrone."

The genogen held down the koorag who wanted to step forward to continue the negotiation, "To make a long story short, I used my own strength to carry them through the blockade without fighting, in order to find you as soon as possible. This is a different power from the 'me' out there. ”

Saul Tavitz's suspicions are clearly etched on their faces, and they can no longer afford any betrayal. "You admit that you are the same person as Angron the betrayer? We all know the Emperor's Noble Heir, but I've never heard of the Twelfth Primordial being a twin. ”

"Not really." "But I hope you've gathered all the loyalists you can reach, and we really don't have time." His calm face looked a little anxious, and this emotion even infected everyone present, "Can we move to a safe place and talk about this later?" ”

"How to transfer?" Tariq Togarton asked, the former member of the Council of the Four Kings of the Shadow Moon Wolf looked so hurt by the Primordial's betrayal, looking tired and suspicious, "There are so many people here, and we don't have any flying vehicles, and even if we do, we don't have time to deploy and load. ”

"Try to stand as close to me as possible." The genetic prototype touched his thigh armor again, several warriors raised their weapons vigilantly, and he took out the metal tube painted with a unique Fourth Legion color from inside, and now the back of the metal tube was completely pulled out, and he pulled out again, inside was a small black and white pendant of strange material, the warning light in the eyes of this animal-shaped pendant was flashing and flashing, the color was from blue to red, and the frequency was accelerating.

“…… This is...... What is it? "This time it's Rano who asks the question.

"One...... Beacons. ”

"Such a small beacon? And it looks completely impossible to fit anything in it. ”

"It doesn't work like a normal beacon. So you need to stand as close as you can, and I'm going to amplify it with my own strength. The warriors glared at him in disbelief.

In the end, they still stood as close as possible under the dome, next to the original body, after all, they would have been standing here looking at the sky after all the bullets in their hands to meet their final endgame.

Those who approached him heard the Primordial muttering softly.

"It's the first time I've held this kind of ceremony, so I hope to ...... He'll forgive, it should be fine, after all, that's Peturabo and ......"

The air vibrates.

Bright "lines" emerged.

(End of chapter)