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Chapter 202 The End

Chapter 202 The End
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The metal coffin's sealing mechanism emitted a harsh scraping sound, and condensate dripped onto the ground through the gaps.

Fabius Bayer suddenly opened his eyes, his artificial pupils shrinking to pinpoints in the dim laboratory, and a bitter taste of culture fluid welled up in his throat.

"Father, you're awake."

Miruko was resting her chin on her hand, watching the holographic projection of Fugrim's image.

Hearing the noise, he suddenly came to his senses and looked at Fabius, who was propping himself up from the incubation chamber. He quickly ran over and draped a robe over Fabius's shoulders.

"Prepare the ceremony, contact the Black Legion, I need to go out for a while."

Fabius tightened his robe and began to pack up the instruments.

His hand then stopped in mid-air, and he frowned as he stared at the empty number.

He didn't recall using this gene extractor recently.

They should have been locked in the seventh sterile cabinet.

"Father, didn't you just leave with the army sent by the Great Raiders?"

Miru asked, puzzled.

"?"

Bayer turned around in confusion, and Meluxin quickly found the surveillance footage and handed it to him.

Snapped!
A piece of equipment was held in the palm of the hand, and clear cracks appeared on the surface of the glass structure that shone with a purple light.

As he stared at the action log his daughter had given him, Fabius's cloudy eyes suddenly narrowed.

He forgot?
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What exactly happened?

On the Devotion Chapter's battle barge, Ezekiel clutched his head.

He has no memory of what happened from the moment he landed on this planet.

Do you know what I'm doing?

Faced with Ezekiel's question, the knight captain of the Devotee Chapter also looked puzzled.

"I do not know."

The knight captain shook his head and then, as Ezekiel had requested, handed over his log of actions.

Click~
The think tank member reached out and snatched the disk, then inserted it into the card reader on the helmet and watched the entire process.

Accept the order to break through the Chaos Defenses, achieve victory, and then return.

This isn't the first time he's done this.

Everything happening on the planet's surface is vividly depicted before your eyes.

They reclaimed the planet and, with the help of intelligence provided by the Forging City Sages and the Manta Rays and their Mantis Warriors, stormed the Chaos Fortress.

Afterwards, the troops completed the assault and withdrew under the command of the battle group commander, Nagil. The battle group used the firepower of the escort ships to completely eliminate any traces, and the cleanup work was handed over to the Dawn Fleet.

Standardized Dark Angels operation mode.

This is no coincidence; there's definitely a secret behind it.

Ezekiel grabbed the knight captain and stared at him coldly.

With only the wind, snow, and the enemy in sight, Ezekiel made a detailed comparison with the battle records.

There have been changes.

It was designed by someone from the inner ring.

no problem!

Ezekiel gasped in his mind, and after waving for the knight captain to leave, he covered his forehead.

Why can't he remember?
Where did his memory go?
"Great Master Ezekiel!"

Before Ezekiel could figure out what was going on, Nagil's voice rang out.

"Please come in."

Nagir opened the hatch and looked at Ezekiel with a serious expression.

His gaze held a hint of wariness and suspicion, an emotion Ezekiel could read.

He suspects I have a problem.

"You met with many members of the outer ring."

"Nagil" said bluntly.

Ezekiel remained silent, his mind racing, and after a long pause, he finally replied:
"I need to confirm their mental health."

"The interrogation by a fallen angel?"

Nagil asked again, and seeing that Ezekiel remained silent, his tone became even more serious.

"The Ten Thousand Eyes Battle Gang, how many accomplices do they have? Who else are they hiding?"

This made Ezekiel even more panicked.

He did not recall interrogating the fallen angel.

Najir gripped his sword, as was always the case with this pastor, who was passionately skeptical of all doubt.

The temperature inside the cabin dropped a few degrees. Ezekiel lowered his eyes and began to search for information in his mind.

Then, he picked up a handful of books from the table with his fingertips.

squeak~
A tooth-grinding sound rang out, and a secret room unfolded.

'Sure enough. ’

Ezekiel looked at the corpses. Seraphax had been split in half and his head was shattered, while Baylor had been shot in the head and died a swift death.

But when did I begin the interrogation?

"They are dead, Grand Master."

'Nagil' suddenly became agitated.

"Ah."

Ezekiel gave a bland reply.

"Aren't you going to explain?"

"Nagil" pressed on.

"You'll know."

"When?"

'Nagil' continued to press for answers.

"When you need to know."

Nagil didn't press further, but simply stared intently at Ezekiel.

Ezekiel remained calm in the face of Nagir's gaze.

As always, this zealous pastor was scrutinized, but fortunately, he didn't reveal anything.

"I will report this during the Inner Ring Council meeting."

After a long while, 'Nagil' stopped making trouble and simply turned and left.

Ezekiel took a breath and quietly looked at the corpse in front of him.

He doesn't remember anything.

My memory ends after I finished coordinating with Romulus, and then I woke up on this desktop.

Perhaps he should tell 'Nagil' the truth?
He dare not.

He dared not tell Nagil that his memory was faulty and that his knowledge of the planet's surface was completely blank.

Just like back in the Battle of Sulurian, he didn't dare to tell the Grand Master that his prophetic abilities had malfunctioned.

Because it represents lies, depravity, and infidelity!

It's a secret.

Information gathered from warriors across various warbands began to weave together, transforming into vivid memories that began to fill the gaps in his mind. Psychic energy crushed the bodies of the two fallen angels, and Ezekiel meticulously erased all traces.

A secret that must never be known to anyone.
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With the approval of the Round Table Council, Dark Angel Flamewing and Ravenwing are investigating Elson Nagel, the leader of the Devotion Chapter.

An investigation revealed that Nagir was involved in the Astartes period.

Nineteen of his fellow devotees were killed, all for the sake of keeping secrets. Twelve Caliban knights were killed, four of whom fell into chaos, while the remaining eight were innocent. The impact was felt in some areas.

They have undermined the unity and cohesion of the Dark Angels Legion, deviated from His Highness's principles, and engaged in the illegal killing of comrades for a long period of time, causing a terrible impact.

In accordance with the regulations of the Round Table Council, the matter was studied and discussed by the senior masters of the various religious orders, and then submitted to His Highness for deliberation at a meeting.

The decision was made to dismiss Nagil, the leader of the Dedicated Warriors, from his post and sentence him to death.

The Silent Oath, Round Table Parliament Hall.

As the list of crimes was read aloud, Najir sat in the center of the dock, his limbs bound by heavy shackles, every muscle trembling with rage.

His gaze swept across the surroundings, where a full thousand fallen angels, fully armed, silently watched him.

With such a large number, most of the inner ring forces must be deployed to wipe them out.

Even now, he is still thinking about how to wipe out these fallen angels.

"This is your crime."

Having finished reading, Gareth coldly stared at the beast before him.

After deliberation, the parliament decided to let him read the document.

Because of his calmness.

Others were afraid they might not be able to resist taking action during the reading.

"Loyalty and honor are the will of the dark angels, and the desire of all sons of lions."

Najir grinned, revealing his bloodstained teeth.

Willpower? Desire?
Gareth shook his head.

He did not engage in philosophical discussion; this was not the occasion for philosophical debate, and there was no need for verbal exchanges.

He gripped the hilt and slowly drew the greatsword that symbolized judgment.

A cold light flashed.

A head rolled to the ground, its blood splattering on the emblem of the Round Table Council.

Death comes swiftly and decisively, without any unnecessary suffering or so-called redemption.

Gareth glanced around and watched as the Dark Angels, having finally witnessed the end of the trial, began to leave their seats one by one.

The automatons dragged away Nagil's remains, which will be burned to prevent desecration.

He then planted the sword in the hall that represented the trial, where several blades still remain.

Each of these sword blades bears the story of a condemned person: the crimes they committed, their motives, and the process of their execution.

These people are everything as dark angels.

They will serve as a warning to those who come after, as part of the history of the Dark Angels.

Gareth looked toward a corner where a group of teenagers were gathered, watching the execution.

This is the Legion's new blood, the Legion's future. They are elites from various planets, humans with independent thinking abilities, nurtured by the Alpha Legion.

The Primarch of Hydra has always encouraged his offspring to think independently, and this tradition has naturally survived among the factions that remain loyal even ten thousand years later.

Even by the standards of the Dark Angels, they are exceptionally outstanding humans.

Therefore, their lives should not be wasted on meaningless infighting.

The causes and consequences were all widely publicized.

Understanding, scrutiny, indignation, and doubt.

A variety of emotions surfaced on the faces of these teenagers.

The hatred has faded.

Gareth now truly understood what His Highness intended to do.

The Legion will absorb new blood, and under His Highness's supervision, the Legion will gain an objective perspective on history.

Once they gradually infiltrate the inner circle and uncover the whole truth, the legal basis for the inner circle's existence will naturally crumble.

The secret will be revealed and become history. Neither side will be a traitor; it will just be a ridiculous infighting.

What they will hand over to His Highness is a new, unfettered dark angel, led by His Highness himself. They will remember this past of mutual slaughter, but they will no longer inherit the lingering hatred between the two.

They will be a truly glorious generation, standing tall in the sunlight, looking back on the past with the right attitude.
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Having completed the trial proceedings, Arthur stood on the windowsill, watching the Devotionist Chapter depart.

"Arthur?"

Romulus's voice rang out.

"I'm here."

Arthur replied.

The knights couldn't help but cast curious glances, and Arthur simply turned on speakerphone.

"Are you holding up? Is there anything I can do for you?"

The very first sentence made the dark angels look ashamed.

It's not just one Primarch who's concerned about them.

Meanwhile, Romulus was keeping an eye on Arthur's situation, and his work on organizing the data didn't slow down at all.

The sage on the planet's surface has died, and the forged cities must be relocated;

The Four Gods' conspiracy was thwarted, and the chaotic forces on the planet's surface were annihilated;
Ramses encountered Fabius's clone and was trying to extract something from those fragments of consciousness, while also severing the clone's memories, greatly delaying the time it took for everyone to be targeted.

The Devotee Chapter is basically under our control. Ezekiel is also busy keeping his secrets due to Ramses's elaborate scheme. We can then gradually implement the blood transfusion measures to strengthen the Wings of Dawn's control over the Dark Angels.
Ezekiel's life was spared because he was strongly correlated with a stable time travel event in 912. The time travelers planned to use this time travel event, which involved the Caliban bombing, to verify some things.

Although there were quite a few setbacks, they were all handled perfectly.

"unnecessary."

Arthur replied.

"So you've got it figured out?"

Romulus laughed, saying that he actually agreed with Arthur's plan.

A group whose origins are stained with blood, whose secrets have been kept for millennia and have only grown more obsessed with it.

One is a group of warriors who, despite numerous setbacks, have not surrendered to chaos and reality.

Which side should we choose?
This has never been a multiple-choice question.

"of course."

Arthur replied, then glanced at the knights behind him and smiled.

Establish standards, set bottom lines, build a correct understanding, and follow standardized procedures.

These knights are no longer as easily agitated as they used to be.