Chapter 171 The Socially Horrible Emperor and His Children (Please Subscribe)

Chapter 170 Society fears the Emperor and his children (please order)

Light poured out from the room.

Then she saw that the King of War in golden armor was also the master of the empire and all mankind.

The King of Eternity.

He was wearing a majestic armor woven with golden light, reflecting the brilliance of the crimson sunset and bright red morning light. Miniature lightning surrounded his majestic body, and behind him, thunder sparks and dark blue ice and snow fell.

There is a white halo behind his noble head.

Shining like the Hunter's full moon and the immortal stars, its radiance cast a shadow over the face of the Lord of Mankind, like a lunar eclipse before the full moon. Only those eyes exuded a dazzling light that was longer than the stars.

Before him were two of the Emperor's illustrious sons, Lion El'Jonson, Lord of the Knights of Caliban, and Leman Russ, Lord of Winter from Fenrir. They are like stars surrounding the sun, and even the light of the Lord of Mankind cannot obscure their presence.

Sanguinius saw more than that.

Wearing heavy dark gold armor, the Imperial Guards were as tall and burly as iron towers.

They wore fluttering red tassels on the armor on their heads, the armor on their bodies buzzed, and the spears they held in their hands shone with cold light.

Tribune La, there was no such person in the Custodes who originally sent weapons and armor to Saint Sandra under the Spirit of Vengeance.

The light stone door also hurriedly closed amidst the friction sound, and the flowing light instantly became dim, wisps of wisps, until the front completely disappeared.

"It's about being careful!"

It is no longer an insult to the souls.

Naturally, he is afraid.

The entire Dark Angel also suffered heavy losses.

The Primarch lacked superhuman thinking, and all the details of the Emperor's battlefields passed through Saint Sandra's thoughts like phantoms.

In addition, the light next to the noisy Xiu Nan was obviously brighter than the surrounding environment.

In the empty small hall.

When Saint Zhu Mingzi looked at the noisy cultivators, although you also felt a slight discomfort, it was not obvious.

It's like steel compared to cotton.

"My lord arrived there not because of their negligence. It was because the waves that occurred under the Emperor's battlefield had not yet surpassed the war itself. Its impact would affect the entire process of the small expedition. It’s full of variables, and even my Lord has a sure plan.”

Yes, the original body's spiritual will is much weaker than that of ordinary people.

——

Shengzhu Mingzi raised his head slightly. Although the expression on your face was indifferent, the emotions in your heart were quite sensitive, and many thoughts flashed through you in that moment.

There was a moment of silence.

Behind the imperial army was the Silent Sister in silver armor.

Ran Dan obviously has a mouth, so why does he have to use his spiritual power to transmit the message to those forbidden soldiers, so that we can retreat and relay it? What's more, Ran Dan was followed by seven cultivators. You were just standing there, ten meters away from Saint Sandra, and Saint Sandra felt a slight discomfort.

Tribune Dai Kewai answered first.

In other words, as a mature son, it is difficult to hide our inner thoughts in front of our father.

"Step aside!"

You swore an oath before becoming a noisy monk. From now on, if you speak silently, you will serve the Lord of mankind wholeheartedly. Any secret will be leaked from your mouth.

"So, you need to retreat from the beheading operation." Saint Sandra said.

"What is this?" Wolf King asked impulsively.

"Get out of the way!" Chao Che stopped, his narrow eyes staring at the figure blocking him.

Tens of thousands of Astartes died on the battlefields of the Emperor, with the number of casualties almost equal to the total number of Astartes in a single Legion of the Blood Angels.

That……

But the process of the two meetings and the meaning behind them are the same.

Saint Sandra said with a stern expression.

Like Primarch No. 7.

The atmosphere became less serious for a moment. After a moment of silence, Saint Zhu Mingzi spoke and quietly changed the topic to the right track.

The loyal Holy Blood Guards stayed at the door and followed the little angel with wings on his back into the room.

The light representing thinking flashed rapidly under the deceiver's body, and a translucent human face gradually took shape. I opened my mouth, but before the sound came out of it, it turned into a shrill scream.

"yes!"

Invincible and galloping freely at the same time.

Gilles screamed, shielding himself from the primarch's face.

My body is small and burly, even compared with the original body, it is not too different.

Decker recounted, "The war became known because of Primarch No. 7, but it has not developed beyond my control until now. Perhaps, at the beginning, the starting point of Primarch No. 7 was bad. Yes. I betrayed the empire, but I didn’t betray humanity, but I was deceived and followed a path I knew until it led to a huge disaster.”

Chao Che repeated it again.

Zhu Mingzi was trembling all over.

He looked with burning eyes towards the depths of the room, where the blue sphere was flickering on and off.

Honestly.

"You understand." Saint Sandra nodded slightly, but she had not yet made a choice in her heart.

"I am one of the mediocre descendants of my Lord, and now I am on the right path." Tribune Dekwai spoke first, "My path can only be chosen by myself, and they know to act according to circumstances."

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Gilles' voice was not nearly begging, "If that's the case, he will die."

Leon spoke and said what his sister was worried about, "If you definitely encounter the seventh Primarch, what will you do?"

"Get up, your angel."

Saint Sandra raised her hand.

Tribune Koken spoke.

The eight Primarchs raised their heads almost at the same time, with a look of sudden enlightenment on their faces.

It's just...

The Primarch's memory has always been very bad, and he forgets everything he sees.

In the desert of Bawei VII, a man met his lost father, and the emotions during the period were expectation with a lot of determination and hesitation. And now it is the same, on the battlefield of the Emperor, a victorious general wearing golden armor and with wings on his back meets your Ran Dan.

The ancient is the glory that has never faded in the Qu Zhenli, as if there is a sun sitting under His eternal throne.

"What's there to fear about death." Chao Che said, "Everyone will die, there is nothing to be afraid of, what matters is why you die. Is it to be unknown, or to sacrifice your life for your ideals."

"Yes!"

You seem to think of something, and your face becomes firm.

"You have told him many times that the abominations from the depths of the stars are full of lies and are trustworthy. But now, he still holds on to the fluke and puts his hope on it, which eventually leads to a small mistake."

"But this hope is false!" Chao Che's sharp voice interrupted Gilles' words, the surging spiritual energy under me set off a storm in the closed room, and the ground under my feet seemed unable to bear the power contained in it, inch by inch intact.

"You fought side by side, and you will also drink the wine of failure together."

Some of the toughest bones were directly flattened by the Lion King and his army.

"That is not witchcraft, but magic, but the effect of the technology left over from the golden age."

Saint Sandra half-knelt on the ground, your long golden hair fell along your white and almost transparent cheeks.

Leon could still try to understand, but the former's terrible guess was not beyond the scope of Leon's reason.

The little angel looked up at the Lord of Humanity, your extremely ugly body was shrouded in a faint glow.

But he still gritted his teeth and was willing to move his steps.

"Time is a river that flows backwards, but its knowledge is stagnant, and it cannot flow backwards, and even in some cases it cannot be reshaped. It is connected from beginning to end, it is both Alpha and Omega, it is the beginning and the end, and the key to breaking the cycle is to find the factor of restarting."

"You mean." I thought about it for a while before choosing the right words to express, "Some of you will be corrupted and even abandon the glory of mankind."

"So, my Lord wishes them a triumphant return." With the flashing of the psychic halo, Randan and the imperial guards disappeared in an instant without making any noise.

"My Lord said that they did a bad thing, the Emperor is a terrible enemy, and they are now only one step away from getting the most advanced knowledge." The imperial guards behind the right said, I have a crooked snake tattoo on my face, which is the mark of honor left by Terra's North African War, ending from the cheekbone and extending to the upper palate.

After a moment of thinking.

Leon breathed a sigh of relief, and at a certain moment, Saint Sandra almost believed that she saw a touch of moving light from under the gloomy old man. Because of the favorable start, Leon and the dark angels in my hands were under great pressure after learning about the Emperor War.

"It's the golden tree!" Russ whispered, giving his answer in an excited voice.

Saint Sandra analyzed it carelessly in his heart, and then threw the answer aside.

But...

"The Zhuming War should have not been announced after a few standard Terra hours, but under the influence of certain forces, everything has returned to the starting point. The results you have achieved with a small amount of war resources have dissipated like smoke under the sea, and even hundreds of dark angels have paid their lives for it."

Among a group of giants, the silent sisters who are "ordinary" humans are not very conspicuous in terms of their physical form. But from another dimension, Saint Sandra can hardly notice the existence of the group of contactable people.

Even the Primarch showed a surprised expression on his face.

Another guard named Dekewaixian spoke.

"Is it because of the seventh Primarch?" The first to break the silence was the Wolf King, and my rough face was firm.

The majesty and oppression that seemed to be real emanated from the Primarch and rolled over.

Through the void, I touched the inner substance.

The light was still flowing, but now there were only eight Primarchs left, including Saint Sandra and the Lion King Wolf King.

"Didn't betray humanity..."

The majestic voice echoed in the small hall with a golden halo.

Kill him on the spot, or bring him back for trial?

The fingers covered with iron armor and flashing with psychic lightning pierced deeply into the eye sockets of the human face.

"Did he tell you that the human soul is a useful thing?"

It simply requires Saint Sandra or the Wolf King and the Lion King to take the initiative to speak, but Ran Dan's Imperial Guards have not yet taken the initiative to answer all their doubts.

Eight weak and powerless fists collided together.

Chao Che walked backward step by step.

Ran Dan was almost surrounded by noisy cultivators, and they were still using psychic powers unscrupulously.

That was the first time I met Ran Dan.

Randan seemed to be able to see into the minds of the Primarchs.

Weak psychic energy flickered beneath me, forming a stream of sizzling electricity. Gilles behind me could even smell the ozone formed before it was ionized and decomposed in the air.

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"My lord!"

The first forbidden soldier is called Uzkarel. I have a serious face, dark skin color, and two eyes deeply sunken in the sockets. I was speaking at this time, "I was and am one of them now. With extraordinary talents that are inferior to theirs, I will be the most terrifying opponent they have ever faced. My Lord hopes to see My heirs died here."

That means you have not fulfilled your duty and have not neglected your duty.

"Yes, listen to you. You haven't found hope yet—"

A complex and ancient ritual, but it brings the power of faith and hesitation that makes people's blood boil.

"Yes, but yes."

"You encountered unexplainable phenomena under the Emperor's planet."

"There is nothing in the galaxy more terrifying than the enemy you can see with your naked eyes."

"This is something you should understand now," replied the tribune.

It was like the white night was gnawing at the day. When approaching those noisy nuns, Shengzhu Mingzi could clearly feel that his divergent thoughts had encountered a tangible white hole, and he was hungry to pull it back and devour it. If you know what ordinary people say, you will even feel clearly informed when you are around them.

Therefore, I am still a descendant of Randan.

Leon was keenly aware of the huge information contained in that sentence.

You reach out.

Saint Sandra didn’t impress me either.

You wear a silver mask under your mouth and a long whip under your head.

Ran Dan arrived at the battlefield in person.

Although he betrayed the human empire, his starting point was also because of humans.

Ran Dan nodded slightly, and Tribune Koken said, "The Wolf King of Fenwais, what he said is wrong. The key to restarting time is the golden tree. To avoid restarting, you must first paralyze the golden tree and cut off its internal energy supply.”

The expression on her face is sacred and solemn. Under the light of Randan, Saint Sandra's divinity is less human than that of humanity.

Seven white fingers clenched tightly into a fist. At the last moment, Ruth grinned and stretched out his right hand clenched into a fist, with Leon at the front. The eight primarchs, the eight descendants of Randan, the eight war gods who conquered the galaxy, will now fight side by side once again.

Although there is no offense, such doubts really exist in Saint Sandra's heart.