Emperor's Bane

Chapter 202 On Prospero
"So, you call this kind of thing a guardian elf?"

After being given a layer of so-called [ether vision] by the accompanying Mildin, Bayal was finally able to clearly see these [Elves] that the Thousand Sons were full of praise for.

I don't know why, after seeing these shining existences, the most powerful son of Morgan felt a kind of uneasiness that originated from the bottom of his heart: it was the instinct brought about by countless fights. As he reminisces about the days of desperate battles with those hideous nameless creatures.

The last time he had this feeling, it was when he faced an alien wizard who had been eroded by the power of the subspace, and its patchwork of flesh and blood that was like a mountain, wriggling forward.

……

Something is wrong with these things.

Bayar murmured in his heart.

However, on the surface, his brows were only furrowed, and then quickly smoothed out, so that no one noticed anything unusual: at least Barek didn't see it.

"In the beginning, we considered calling them [angels], but this title is too emotional, has an unnecessary sense of sacredness, and, you know, it is too un-Imperial truth."

Barek's voice was a kind of affirmative words full of joy. When he told the last paragraph, he also showed a deep meaning and tacit smile to Bayar beside him.

The name [Elf] is also very untrue.

In the depths of his heart, Bayal sighed softly, but he didn't say it out loud, because all the Dawnbreakers kept in mind the Primarch's instructions.

Long before arriving in the Fozalei galaxy, the sons of Morgan, who were selected as followers, were solemnly warned by the Lord of the Second Legion: This is a visit, an exchange without any purpose or appeal, and an exchange for Puro. Spero and the Thousand Sons is a sightseeing tour at its purest.

They are guests, nothing more.

Don't pay attention to anything, don't ask out-of-bounds questions, don't engage in deep debates: it's enough to visit, watch and remember everything that comes into their view.

never mind.

just listen.

It's not that difficult, is it?
Bayar blinked, and he tried his best to control his face, letting his calm pupils and indifferent smile conceal the lingering uneasiness in his heart.

Balek-Uxisar, who came from the Tianxiao school, did not notice the strangeness of the entourage at all, because he was indulging in telling the history and past of the legion, and there was a pleasant smile on that too pale face, accompanied by It looked hazy and luxurious against the sparkling colors that surrounded his scarlet armor.

This soldier from the [-]th Company of Thousand Sons is a jovial goodwill man. He is an extremely rare and humble lineage among the sons of Magnus who are born arrogant. Talking to him can make people feel a kind of soul. on the pleasant.

But this kind of pleasure is so fragile and short-lived in front of those dancing Prospero specialties.

Bayar already regretted it a bit, he regretted that he was curious and asked for this temporary [Ether Vision] from his companion: when he saw these existences called [Elves] by the Thousand Sons, haunting his Hair and arms, when he was unwilling to leave for a long time, his hands began to touch the handle of the knife involuntarily, his neck became stiff, and he could even feel a kind of vicious breath that didn't exist at all.

These things: let’s call them guardian elves. If you look at them from the outside, they are indeed like the existence that came out of the dream of youth. In general, they willfully dance and play around in the towering and magnificent buildings of Tizcana.

Now, Bayar can see the existence of these things. They exist beside almost every son of Magnus. Inadvertently highlight your own heart.

For example, Phocis Taka, the greatest force field master under Magnus, is surrounded by a vague and tyrannical force, wantonly grabbing and biting anyone of the same kind who dares to approach, As for the always smiling Barek in front of him, there was a moonlight above his head, emitting one of the few reassuring shallow rays of light.

Oh, and Hathor, the swordsman standing proudly in the distance, looking at the Dawnbreaker and even the Thousand Sons with a slightly contemptuous attitude, the proud master of the Bright Feather School, and flying around him is a sun-like Generally dazzling brilliant eagle.

But no matter which one, no matter how beautiful and dreamy these guardian elves are, which master they follow: when he saw almost every Thousand Sons around and above their heads, there was this shimmering, erratic When the subspace existed, Bayar still felt a stuffy heat, which came from his neck and chest, which meant that the instinctive uneasiness had not disappeared, but intensified instead.

But even so: he still did not say a word, quietly, listening to the eloquence of the people around him, silently obeying the orders given by the Primarch.

Like him, all the sons of Morgan are also keeping a kind of quiet, listening to the chatter mixed with enthusiasm and arrogance with the most polite attitude, forming a pair after another strange, consisting of Thousand Sons and Dawnbreaker The combination built.

When this team of dozens of Thousand Sons and Dawnbreakers left the fork in front of the Great Pyramid of Light, they first walked along a main road paved with marble for a certain distance, and came to a place named Secret The eye square, this is one of the core areas of Tizca City, its size and status are comparable to those of the academy pyramids.

As the city center, this square is of course open to everyone. When a group of people can see the towering Doric pillars in the center of the square from a distance, their ears are already filled with countless noisy voices , and when they moved forward for a further distance and came to the entrance of the square, the visitors couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the prosperity and harmony here.

This is not only a square, but also a commercial center formed by agreement. Those rather classical mobile vendors and pergolas covered every horizon they could see. Thousands of Prospero residents were shouting loudly. Wandering in the sound and bargaining, bustling, shoulder to shoulder.

They are either traveling alone and looking at the prices that the vendors are yelling, or they are in groups of three or three, forming side-by-side partners and shopping families, strolling leisurely and enjoying the pleasant time lively.

But whether they are active teenagers or vicissitudes of life workers, whether they are giggling children or old men with white hair and beards, they are all calm and calm, telling the peace and happiness of this world. All sleek and well-fitting, with bulging bags in their hands, filled with bargain-bought silks, sesame oils, fresh fruit, and, of course, bottles of brightly colored wine from the assortment of liquor stores on the edge of the square. shops and vendors.

The gentle sea breeze from the ocean beside Tizca City brings a slight salty taste, and together with the soft sunlight, gently brushes over these people enjoying life, and in the midair that these mortals cannot see, those people The flickering creatures from the subspace are also accompanied by wisps of invisible wind, wandering wantonly on the top of every mortal's head and temples.

A reassuring scene.

Bayard thought so.

But for some reason, when they passed the vendors, Bayar could always smell a familiar smell, a smell that definitely couldn't be called smelly, but still made him feel uncomfortable.

The presence of the warriors of the Astartes set off a wave of restraint among mortals, and the mortals of Prospero waved their hands in homage to these godly warriors in scarlet and silver armor, but showed no more. The frenzy and excitement: Obviously, they are used to living with these Emperor Angels.

Amidst the cheers, people stepped aside spontaneously, offering fruit and kindness to these mighty warriors. Bayal could even feel a child in the arms of his parents, curiously wanting to touch his shoulder armor: The descendants of Magnus maintained an indifferent way forward, but they did not disperse these mortals. They just led the visitors all the way, and came under the Dorian Stone Pillar.

Bayard could see that the pedestal was engraved with lifelike reliefs: a scholar-like Cyclops supporting a woman in grief, who was obviously the embodiment of Prospero, Clearly, this is a depiction of how the great Magnus saves the dying world.

"I carved it myself."

Balek murmured proudly.

When the group of people slowly advanced under the stone pillar, as if arranged in advance, groups of Thousand Sons and Dawn Breakers began to spread out in all directions, walking in different directions and paths. In the blink of an eye, they turned into a group of threes and threes, and Bayar naturally followed Barek. Behind them, Myrdin fell far away at the rear of the team, looking left and right, as if he was thinking about his Poetry collection material.

This secret eye square is so huge and important, with it as the center, there are ninety-nine and 81 avenues leading in different directions, each of which has its own characteristics and is extremely prosperous.

Balek took his two guests to choose one of them. On both sides of this road are some silver-white lion statues, each of which is lifelike and different. Behind these lions is Meilunmei. Huan’s garden, or a building with mathematical aesthetics, and when they passed by some lateral roads connecting the two avenues, Bayar could even see through the shadow of the building, what was passing on the other avenue at the same time, Another combination of Thousand Sons and Dawnbreaker: There is no doubt that the sons of Magnus tacitly took advantage of this deliberate coincidence, silently showing off the wonderful layout and ingenuity of the entire city of Tizca.

After ten minutes of slow progress, Barek finally introduced his two guests into a garden maze with towers, fruits and sea of ​​trees. They finally came to the balcony on the top of the tower. Here, You can have a glimpse of part of the scenery of Tizica City.

"This is my favorite place, and it is also the corner where I can feel all the things."

When Barek was sitting on the marble seat, jumping to the magnificent figures of the white sand mountains in the distance through the lush vegetation around the terrace, he sent some flaunting and sharing messages to his guests. smile.

"The things I've figured out here, the experiments and Olympiads I've carried out in private here, and even the immature ideas that have been expressed and actually manipulated, are more than the sum of the things I manipulated in front of the school pyramid and fighting brothers Much more."

"Whenever I see the scenery and scenery here, it always gives me some ideas."

Bayar nodded, and silently agreed with Qianzi's statement: There is no other reason, the scenery here is indeed unique, and most of Tizca City is enough for them to see.

In the afternoon, in the gradually lowering and hazy daylight, the entire City of Light was covered with a layer of soft tulle, the proudly standing pyramids topped with silver spires, reflecting the brilliance, the squares and theatres. There are already bustling crowds gathered in front of them, enjoying the comfort of time and art, and the fresh sea breeze is blowing over the undulating mountains in the distance, as well as the silent sky, splashing vigorously at the far edge of the field of vision. Strong jet-black lines.

When Bayar saw those mortals who were happy and peaceful: they walked on the wide and bright avenues, walked under the low-hanging branches and ripe fruits, and wandered among the statues that shone with gold and white as snow.

The 100-year-old Astartes warrior had to admit: when he saw all this, his heart was indeed moved, touched slightly, and felt something that might have existed before, but was just discovered. comprehend.

In the past, the mighty knight always had the simplest beliefs: he fought for the Emperor, for the Primarch, for those simple and powerful voices, to build a world of loyalty and chivalry. A future we will never see, built together.

But now, such a future seems to be slowly and charmingly raising the corner of one side of his skirt in front of him, allowing him to have a glimpse of everything he wants to protect.

Just like this...

"call--"

Before Bayar's sentiments could bear real fruit, that residual etheric vision brought unwelcome guests: Barek's daemon floated past Dawnbreaker like an overactive shrike .

The emotion is over.

Bayar frowned, maintained a flat face, and turned to look at Barek who smiled sincerely at him and silently admitted his mistake.

"Here, it's always a little overly active."

Barek recalled his own guardian elf, watching helplessly as the shiny little thing whirled and screamed silently in his hand, exuding his own displeasure.

"After all, this is the place where I first summoned it."

Qianzi's tone was flat and casual, as if he was talking about an ordinary matter. Although Bayar felt that something was wrong, he was more fortunate: the temporary etheric perspective was finally fading slowly, and that The flicker that always made him feel uneasy finally disappeared from his pupils.

At the last moment when he could still see the so-called guardian spirit, Bayar could vaguely observe that the golden whirlwind was circling and looking at Qianzi's head, just like a bloodthirsty and vicious shrike, Inadvertently observing his next prey.

But when Morgan's son blinked suspiciously, he could no longer see those so-called friendly subspace creatures, and only had Barek's dull memories in his ears.

"That was more than ten years ago, when guardian elves became popular in the legion, our gene father taught us this unique spell, and also taught it to those mortals who are willing to try, but so far, Only we succeeded."

"Ariman was the first to complete it. He called his elf Aitpio. It was a beautiful halo with erratic form but with unusually bright eyes. In the next period of time, one after another Someone succeeded, and the best battle-brothers easily summoned these friendly little creatures from the warp, as if they had been waiting on the other side of the veil, always heeding our calls and requests."

"It's amazing, isn't it?"

Bayar was noncommittal, he just enjoyed the blank vision without those guardian spirits.

"I'm not the first batch of characters to complete the summoning. In fact, when my mentor and battle brothers completed it one after another, I didn't really succeed. Therefore, I chose to leave the Pyramid of School temporarily and came here to carry out another summoning. One at a time, an effort to open up subspace."

"And then, I made it."

"At the position where you and I are sitting now, I opened the curtain between the subspace and the real universe. After the curtain that was not completely lifted, I sensed and stroked my guardian elf for the first time. to Prospero."

"……and many more!"

Morgan's son raised his brows, and he looked around: even with his shallow spiritual knowledge, he could tell that this was definitely not a good place for spiritual rituals.

"Are you sure...here?"

He pushed aside the lush flower bed next to him, and took a look not far away: almost close to the tower where they were, there were bustling residential areas, and old people and children could be seen everywhere.

Performing a psionic ritual to connect to the subspace here?
"you alone?"

"of course."

Barack nodded proudly.

Bayar turned his head, and looked at the Thousand Sons in front of him seriously: on that somewhat pale face, he did see a humble and kind face, and Bayar repeatedly confirmed: he was not Deceit, the one sitting in front of him at this time is indeed the most friendly group among the sons of Magnus, and it may also be the most friendly group.

He blinked, a trickle of sweat trickling behind his ear.

"Haven't you ever thought that it's not safe for a person to perform the ceremony here?"

"Not safe?"

These words seemed to have touched the blind spot of the son of Magnus. He was stunned for a while, and then let out a burst of hearty laughter.

"No, no, no!"

"Bayar, my Bayar."

"You don't know, battle-brothers from the Second Legion: when we came to the fertile land of Prospero, when we were reborn under the power of our genetic father, psionic power meant nothing to us. The possibility of insecurity, we have already sublimated and come to a great realm that is completely different from other psykers you have seen."

"For so many years, except for some overly inflated measures, all of our spellcasting and rituals have never failed. Even if the probability is low, for us, it is no different from being destined to succeed."

"We have overcome the challenge given by fate, and now, as you can see, we are enjoying the endless benefits and fruits of this great victory."

"What's more, this ceremony of summoning subspace creatures has been repeated in the Thousand Sons Legion for decades. It has failed, but it has never been in danger. At the very beginning, the ceremony will still be held in the pyramid of the academy and the mentors It can be done under the supervision of the supervisor, but now, it can be done anytime, anywhere.”

"Well, like there."

Following the guidance of the Thousand Sons, Bayar's eyes caught a street corner: a young Thousand Sons warrior was standing there, surrounded by some children, those children obviously had the potential of spiritual power: because they were watching Looking at Qianzi's upraised, empty palm, he jumped up and down, jumping for joy.

"Those mortal children like this kind of little thing very much. The best part of them will become the fresh blood of the Legion in the next few years, and become the one who guides the next generation of psykers."

An Astartes, showing off a Warp creature to bewildered children, channeled their interest and desire for the Warp.

Bayard stroked his chin.

He was speechless.

He didn't need to say anything.

At this moment, the most powerful Dawnbreaker only felt a kind of luck: Because Mirdin, who fell behind them and wandered around, [looking for materials], finally came to this terrace slowly, his There is a sincere joy on the face.

"I've never seen a city like this."

A word of emotion caused a happy smile to bloom on Qianzi's face. After seeing that his two guests had arrived, the son of Magnus waved his hand, and a person walked out from the shadow on one side. Mortals dressed in waiters.

"I'm sorry, two, I haven't finished the wine I brewed myself, so I can only invite you to taste the wine here first, but I can assure you that the craftsmanship and skills of these mortals are not inferior to any master brewers."

"So, what would you like to drink?"

Qian Zi spat out the names of several wines one after another, and Bayar chose one after a little thought.

But just when he was about to say his choice, he saw that mortal waiter bowed to them, stepped back slowly, and walked towards the wine rack beside him.

The son of Morgan blinked his eyes in a daze. It wasn't until this moment that he suddenly realized that his heart seemed to be touched invisibly.

On the side, the psionic master of the second legion had already frowned.

"That mortal... is he using mind reading on us?"

Qianzi smiled and did not refute.

"Although the psychic skills of these mortals are not worth mentioning, they can still read some of the simplest superficial thoughts in their hearts."

The two Dawnbreakers looked at each other, and both saw some kind of invisible frown in each other's pupils.

"Isn't that a little... I mean, it's totally okay to use the menu."

Faced with the doubts of the soldiers of the Second Legion, Qianzi just laughed.

"This is Prospero's specialty, my fighting brothers, you can choose to do as the Romans do, after all, there is no such thing as a menu in the entire city of Tizca: before you decide to order, the waiter already knows what you want What to eat, it's a boon for some poor poor choice."

But unfortunately, this explanation did not smooth the brows of the two Morgan sons. They were still immersed in a kind of unbelievable, resisting the rationality of the scene in front of them from the bottom of their hearts.

"Is this the case in the whole city of Tizca? Can every restaurant of yours be equipped with this kind of mind-reading character?"

The Thousand Sons giggled, and his fingers drew circles once and for all in mid-air. In Mildin's ether vision, he could see that the Son of Magnus was playing with his own guardian spirit.

"Because this city has been psychically fused, my battle brother."

"As long as they are mortals who can walk on the path of spiritual energy, we will teach them, guide them, and let them open their arms step by step, embracing the subspace and the infinite future."

It was in this resistance, in this grand declaration, that the waiter had brought the glass and the drink, and that was indeed what was on everyone's mind.

After he completely retreated, the three Astartes raised their cups: Qianzi drank it leisurely and naturally, but the two guests fell into a sluggish state.

taste.

Bayar smelled it: it was the weird smell he smelt in the secret eye square just now.

He lowered his eyebrows, a few colors flashed in his pupils, and he and Mildin looked at each other silently. In the silence, the powerful old knight slowly shook his head, and the two sons of Morgan would slowly move towards him. The wine glass was put down, as if facing some terrible poison.

On the other side, the son of Magnus was already clicking his tongue in dissatisfaction.

"This one is not very good."

Barek shook his head, feeling frustrated with a failed reception.

"This time, their psychic powers were not well grasped, and the smell was too strong."

"... psionic power?"

The sons of Morgan no longer covered up: Bayar's brows were already like a towering mountain range, while Mirdin picked up the glass of wine straight away and sniffed it.

"Psionic energy is added here?"

"Ah."

Qian Zi nodded with a casual expression.

"They use psychic energy to speed up the brewing process, but I don't really agree with this because it will destroy the original flavor. I'm more used to ancient brewing."

"..."

"..."

"However, they have some methods that are still used well. For example, there are spiritual powers to wrap and polish the wine barrels. Over time, a trace of spiritual power will naturally penetrate into the wine in the barrels. This method will To make the wine mellow and luscious, but it is a test of the strength and skill of the operator: this cup is an obvious operation error."

Qian Zi poured out the whole glass of wine casually, shook his head with some regret, and talked freely, then, he turned and walked towards the wine rack, after careful screening, he picked up another bottle of wine.

"This bottle is just right."

He smiled and muttered to himself, completely ignoring the eye contact between the two guests behind him, as well as the somewhat hideous expressions.

The reception is still going on, but some things have changed.

For example: the point that made Barack very depressed in the future: Although he tried his best to identify the best wine he could find, from the beginning to the end, his two guests were sitting there. .

No drink.

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"The Wheel of Fortune."

"The wheel of fate."

"Ha! I have to admit."

"Morgan, you have a special kind of luck and destiny, which is very interesting."

Magnus's happy humming was accompanied by another flash of his psychic energy, completely drowning the two Primarchs and three followers.

When they walked out of the teleportation magic circle again, they saw a different look in front of them: This is a completely enclosed private magic room, apparently on the top floor of the Great Pyramid of Light, both the floor and the ceiling are black and white Alternate: If you observe carefully, you will find that the [black] and [white] are constantly changing agates, changing their positions all the time, forming a very tacit similarity with the light that can be captured by human pupils pace, as if they were standing still.

"destiny."

Magnus chanted this esoteric character softly, as if a tabby cat was showing off the red laser dots it had caught.

"Fate, yes, of course."

"Of course I understand fate, I understand the fate of almost everyone, whether it's me, or some of our unpopular savage brothers, I understand it all."

The Primarch of the Thousand Sons whispered almost to himself, winking at his blood relatives, deliberately showing off some of the little secrets he had mastered.

"Like one of our blood relatives, an unpopular brother, you should have met him, Morgan, the guy who calls himself the leader of the wolf pack, he has some dirty little secrets: that It is the curse and nightmare given to him by the wheel of fortune."

"And I saw it."

"There are no wolves on Fenris, Morgan."

"But among the Fenrisians, that may not be so."

"They thought they could hide, but what they didn't know was..."

"In front of spiritual power, nothing can be hidden."

The Crimson Dynasty rolled its eyes at its own blood relatives, like a child showing off the candy in his palm.

"But we can't discuss it too much, can we?"

"After all, it would cause trouble for our brother, and although I hope a little bit that he will be in trouble, it would be despicable if I did say it."

Humming a merry tune, the Primarch of the Thousand Sons marched forward as always, guiding Morgan to a rather large blue gemstone.

"The wheel of fate……"

He sighed in his own voice, and the voice was mixed with thousands of emotions that penetrated the past, suffering and endless trials.

"Fate, the only moment when I felt the word in my heart, no doubt, was when I saw my legion for the first time on the high slopes of Prospero, how The moment of happiness, even I did not expect that it will be accompanied by the challenges and trials brought by fate."

"But, that's not important."

"Because I defeated it, I defeated that hateful fate, I defeated the disease that tried to enslave me and my children, and let the light in the deepest part of the subspace bloom in the real universe, bringing unprecedented miracles and futures. "

"I control my destiny."

"I have undone the shackles of the heir."

"I redeemed everyone, including myself, of course."

"All the tribulations, pains, and unwillingness have been defeated, imprisoned, and sealed by me with the power of the subspace. They will no longer be able to defeat me and my legion, and they will no longer be able to resist the war from the subspace." Justice and mercy in the deepest part of space."

"Then there, then that day."

"I shattered the wheel of fortune and stopped everything at the best time."

"On that day, I went to the deepest part of the subspace, where I met the oldest good will, and there I found the ancient glory that has long been forgotten: I used my strength and wisdom to overcome their tests, and obtained what is rightfully mine.”

"I got my Thousand Sons Legion."

He was talking, he was smiling, and he was whispering mesmerizingly. That sincere emotion and gorgeous tone made Ahriman and Amon who were standing in the distance lower their heads, and shed tears full of gratitude and joy. .

Just like that, Magnus slowly lowered his head, and looked at his blood relative: her face was blank, of course she would be blank, after all, she was not the one who witnessed all that.

But, it doesn't matter.

"Come, Morgan, come and touch this sacred gem, come and accept my gift, I will send your vision to the wonderful heaven that will not exist in the whole galaxy, and let you see how I overcome those challenges, The one who shattered the wheel of fortune."

He said with a smile, and firmly grasped the hand of his blood relative, and placed it on the piercingly blue gemstone. In an instant, nine faint blue rays of light slowly separated from the gemstone. It came out and turned into a mirror that only Morgan could see.

The Lord of the Second Legion just followed Magnus's movements indifferently: Although when he started that ridiculous chant, Morgan had already recited all the protection spells she knew in a low voice.

The time for Magnus to say a word is enough for Morgan to recite a hundred spells. After all, those protracted intonations and loud sighs are really time-consuming.

In this way, Morgan's pupils finally looked at the mirror, and Magnus's narration also followed. Along with everything the Spider Queen could see, it became an extremely funny explanation journey.

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"In the depths of the Naya space, in the calmest and deepest ocean."

The violent waves swallowed every inch of the sea of ​​souls that Morgan could see, like thousands of ghosts screaming hoarsely.

"You can see the warm light, the gentle breeze, and the ancient buildings full of love and beauty, exuding an eternal weight."

Screaming, twisting, changing, madness...

Only the ocean covered with ice can compare with the blueness in front of you. The biting cold wind mercilessly tears every soul that can be captured. The fortress is like a building made of flesh and blood, kneaded and changed wantonly by the invisible will, without even a moment of stay and stability.

"Walk down the wide avenue."

Biting nails and beaks covered the muddy ground.

"Looking up at the flawless night sky."

Countless eyeballs covered every inch of the sky as far as the eye could see, looking at every visitor neatly and unanimously.

"Feel the tranquility."

Roaring, laughing, endless.

"That's where I've gotten to."

"That's when I started the challenge."

"This is how I paid my part to complete the kingdom of final redemption."

The wildest laughter was accompanied by a mountain-like figure, which flashed past at the very end of the field of vision. It was a hideous existence, a twisted snake that could not see the end, it had nine The eyes, with nine tails flicking around, are surrounded layer by layer. In the 81 cycles of reincarnation, it is the eyeball of a Primarch, and the hole around it that symbolizes the price is far from being filled.

"You'll see those friendly creatures."

The huge figure like a mountain came and went quickly, but in the blink of an eye, it had disappeared completely, but a large number of unborn people and screaming demons rushed up in the next second, regardless of everything, Competing for the little dust left unintentionally by the great existence, they devour and bite each other like pure beasts.

"You will see the pensive wise man."

Laughter like dry bones came from the center of the crazy battlefield, accompanied by a surge of psychic energy, all the demons were crushed in despair, and among their piles of corpses, stood a newcomer , an ever-changing demon king with two heads who was laughing wildly all the time, the unique darling of Tzeentch.

"It will greet you, welcome you, and have a long conversation with you."

The two-headed Demon Lord spotted the silver-haired visitor in the next moment, and its invisible head screamed at the same time, eager to tear the poor intruder apart. Its bony chest supported the shriveled Wings, it looks like a dying old man, a crazy prophet.

Morgan looked at it.

Looking at this guy, she felt somehow familiar.

Watching it laugh out loud, watching it look for its figure in the future and the past, watching it keep laughing, keep laughing...

"Hahahaha!"

"Hahaha."

"Ha ha……"

"what……"

"..."

【…】

"..."

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[Gudong. 】

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It was the sound of saliva. .

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What a pity.

Just phantoms.

Looking at the two-headed demon monarch who hurriedly saluted to him, and then disappeared without a trace as if avoiding a natural enemy, Morgan could only shake his head with great regret, and then walked out of this place that had nothing new at all.

When she raised her head and looked at Magnus' expectant gaze, her face had been adjusted to the most appropriate exclamation.

……

【Eye-opener. 】

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It's a pity that you can't feast on your mouth.

(End of this chapter)