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Chapter 993 337. The hole is destroyed (9)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 993 337. The hole is destroyed (9)

There is no doubt that the Lord of Mankind heard that roar. There is no reason why he can't hear it. He is the most powerful psychic in the world today - now that the mage has become a god, this title does not even need to be followed by

One or two words above.

Moreover, he has been paying attention to the vicinity of the Star Torch.

So there was no reason why he couldn't hear it, or rather, if he hadn't heard that roar that was almost a declaration, he would have felt uneasy because his destiny did not follow the path written by someone.

"I don't believe there is such a thing, father."

The Wolf King of Fenris stood behind the long table with his fists clenched, his brothers watching his back, and he made something obvious with his shoulders that were still shaking.

"What's the matter, Ruth?"

The Lord of Mankind answered his son as calmly as possible. He did not let his emotions overwhelm his reason. Not this time, he could not live up to this sacrifice.

"If - you all pass away." Leman Russ asked slowly. "And I end everything, then, what am I?"

"You ended our suffering."

"And I'm going to be the one in pain all the time?"

"No, outside our world, there is a colony that has been prepared early, and Steve Rogers has already gone there. Not only that, there is also a world that is being slowly conquered, and a world that you have never met.

brother."

"Of course, there are also Frank Custer and Crane Samples. If everything goes well, their fate will be firmly bound to you, and humanity and the Empire will still continue. You will make a comeback."

Ruth smiled. He often laughed, but rarely showed this kind of smile. His eyebrows were sad and downcast, but the corners of his mouth were forced to curve upward: "Everything went well? Father, what on earth are you talking about?"

He repeated: "All goes well? A smooth end to the world? Are you going to die one after another, my legions, their legions, mortals - all of them?"

Facing Russ's questioning eyes, the Lord of Humanity nodded calmly.

"Yes." He replied softly. "This is not fair to you, I know-"

His words were interrupted, and Ruth roared, baring his teeth like a real wolf, but not at the enemy, but at his father.

"——This is not fair to anyone!"

His appearance made everyone feel strange. Once upon a time, Leman Russ was considered to be the representative of foolish loyalty to the Emperor. He would not oppose any decision made by the Emperor and trusted his father wholeheartedly.

But - who knows that he has ever resisted?

As it is now.

"No one deserves such an ending!" Ruth yelled uncontrollably. "Who is this fair ending to, Father? Please tell me! I have called the name of the whole father countless times, but only this time, I

I really want to get the wisdom of the all-father in mythology!”

His brothers watched him vent quietly without any persuasion. If you put yourself in his shoes, who can completely accept this kind of thing? Everyone will die, only you can live alone, and you may even have to end everything.

A very quiet smile appeared on Conrad Coates' pale face, and the darkness brought his thoughts and questions to the heart of another person.

Sanguinius turned his head and stared at the Lord of Night for a moment, then spoke softly, without any hidden intention.

"What is the meaning of the phrase "seize fate by the throat, father?"

The Lord of Mankind sighed and stood up, patting Leman Russ on the back, letting the Fenrisians calm down for the time being. This sounds incredible, but he is a powerful psyker and wants to do this kind of thing

There is no difficulty.

"How would I know?"

He smiled bitterly, acting like a real person instead of an unattainable god: "It used to be so annoying to only speak half of your words. Now, I begin to understand how you felt."

Perturabo snorted coldly, Konrad Curze turned his head away, and Robert Guilliman lowered his head, not knowing what to say. Magnus was still flipping through the book, but his movements were much slower.

"Then just choke it."

A cold and almost terrifying voice sounded among the original bodies - the Lord of Red Sand opened his right hand, lightning screamed in the palm of his hand, and the golden current gathered and was bound into the shape of an axe.

He raised the weapon and stared into their eyes: "If you can't come up with an answer by thinking, then turn to action. The only ones who can make him become a god at any cost are them."

"It's nothing but war."

He sneered, and then laughed loudly: "What's so difficult about killing? Let the war begin! By then, the answer will be self-evident."

"If only things were as simple as you say."

Rogal Dorn frowned: "I'm afraid what we have to face is not just the fused evil god."

"Then let's kill them together."

Angron waved his hand calmly, with wisdom shining in his eyes: "I am sure that He will be on our side. Didn't Magnus say that the newly born god must fulfill the last wish of his predecessor? He

What could your last wish be?"

The Emperor ignored their conversation, his thoughts already wandering further afield.

What was hidden in Angron's words was very obvious to him - the contempt that was about to come out was just to protect the remaining confidence. Being timid before fighting was a taboo, and Angron obviously knew this.

How excellent.

But who am I to say this?

In a daze, he sank into his memory, into his memories that were so complex that they were almost equivalent to human history. He kept sinking, and even returned to a small room. A man in golden armor slowly sat down against the wall.

Yes, he looked young, but his eyes were extremely old.

"It's like this again." He said to himself. "I can see other people's sacrifices and other people's fates, or I can't see them. What's the point?"

He turned his head and looked at the skull on the windowsill.

He turned to his father for help.

"what do I do?"

The Lord of Mankind asked lowly about the skull of his dead father.

"Everything has its limits. After all, a person's mind cannot compete with the cruel world. Especially in such a world, malice is everywhere. I once let a friend die, and now, I let another friend die.

"

"What am I, father?"

He stood up, came to the window sill, and picked up the familiar skull. The night sky outside the window was calm, and a few dogs barked from time to time.

No answer, as it should be.

"I can't see the future"

He laughed, and his eyes lost focus at this moment. A certain will began to return briefly, the world changed, and he stood in the palace.

Malcador's voice sounded behind him. It was not real, but his imagination, but it was enough.

"You don't need to see the future, Your Majesty."

"Yes."

The Lord of Mankind sighed.

"As I said to La Endymion, if you want to see every possibility in the future and see every scattered cause and effect, you can only go to the far coastline in person and observe with the naked eye.

.”

Yeah card.

(End of chapter)