Chapter 641 Judgment (V)
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The King of Steel was so completely no less than that of even being so contemptuous to the Emperor, which shocked the entire Circular Theater for the third time.
Some people left quietly and became more rapid, while others stopped and turned their eyes to the throne on the pyramid-shaped platform.
But most of them could only see the dazzling golden light, which shone the entire crater and even the world on Nikea's platform, covering the emperor's face and expression.
The imperial guards with golden armor shining with anger were angry, but because they did not scold loudly in front of the imperial guards, the imperial guards under his command had already appeared from hidden places. The power of the halberd had been flattened, the weapon stance had been opened, and the black muzzle on the halberd was clearly pointed at the center of the theater.
The two gene protozoa accompanying Yuqian had different attitudes. Fogrim had a smile of hope that everyone would be harmonious on his perfect face, but when he looked at "Petulabo", he threatened to put his hand on the hilt of the sword beside him, a hidden look of disgust was hidden under his delicate smile.
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Pallas commented: "I bet this memory is definitely not in my predecessor's fate, because although he looks so beautiful that he is so stupid that almost no one can realize his true face - although I have committed all kinds of crimes and mistakes due to extreme pride and despair, I really don't think it's wise enough to behave like this at this point."
The pigeon turned his head in surprise and looked at his son who obviously had no father-son relationship with him except for his genetic code.
Peturabo BC sneered, "It is because you are completely different from his personality that I tolerate Magna's interaction with you. It's great, you didn't disappoint me."
"Oh - my dear fourth brother - the cost of disappointing you is too high. How dare I not afford it! My descendants and I still live in Medusa, and I owe rent penniless!"
"There is no need to teach Magna the character of being smooth-mouthed."
"Don't worry, do you really think I can teach a stubborn stone spirit with a mechanical body to be smooth-mouthed? If I can really teach, I'm afraid the fist of the Empire Fist will be drawn upside down! Hahaha!"
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San Gilles looked even more embarrassed. He was trembling with the graceful white wings embellished by thin silver chains and mother-of-pearls. His handsome face looked complicated, but finally stood up and walked a few steps, drawing out his sword, as if he wanted to rush off the platform to punish his brother so that he could shut up quickly.
But he seemed to think that this would also create an inappropriate impression, so he just stood there, but still looked at the person on the throne with advice.
It was not until a clear gesture of pause and observation that the Ninth Primrose nodded, closed its wings and returned to his seat.
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"Uh, I don't eat this very accurately... Maybe he just wanted his brother to shut up and then plead for his brother?"
"No matter who San Gilles pleads for, it will be my turn here - he hasn't pleaded for Magnus, how could he plead for me... for 'Petulabo'? You're told by that hateful mad cat that he will definitely scratch your favorite toolbox."
"It's so scary! This is much scarier than scratching my face. It's worthy of being the fear master Conrad, so let's not let him know about this. What do you think of San Gilles' actions?"
"Maybe he dare not." Pertulabo BC said gloomyly, "The most brave San Gilles lived a cautious life beyond everyone's imagination... His wings have always been regarded by others as symbols of divinity and holiness, but in fact they are not like this... If I want to say, now you and him have wings, how do you feel like an old thing?"
"I was just really surprised at that time... San Gilles knew his fate, and my loyal descendants were voluntarily guarding the palace... With his speed and wings, it was easy for him to leave. I can only say that your loyalty to your father is not as good as San Gilles!"
"Is it? At the beginning of our meeting, wasn't my loyalty to you sincere? And San Gilles - he just picked a less bad guard among the two pieces and said he was willing to do so? Then why don't you care about Horus? You, an old guy with a strong desire to control you, really don't know what he did in the legion of other brothers with your favor? Especially after Horus killed San Gilles, did you forgive Horus immediately?"
When the name and this deed that the person involved was almost missing and unknown to anyone, the pigeon closed his mouth again.
——I know that Peturabo knows a lot, but how much does he know? !
"If it were the things circulating in the mortal army that were vague because of their subtlety and hugeness, it was understandable. However, the Primarch was so closely connected with the Human Emperor at that time, and the Astart under his command was so intimate with the Primarch's intentions. It is hard to imagine that the initiator of this spell himself had no idea of the association of the warriors in the legion." Dorn's mechanical tone did not have a trace of emotional color, but it sounded extremely touching. "In addition, most of the endings of the Revenge Soul in my memory loop are also recorded."
"Who is the son that the old guy really loves is long ago seen clearly. You owe us too much for humanity, and the only fact that you succeed is that humanity has become our responsibility." Pertulabo BC said in a complicated voice, "Ramizane is still following ideals too much, but."
"That's right. - Actually, he's a little too face-saving for me." Peturabo BC cast a warning look, so Fogrim Pallas changed the subject with a smile, "By the way, Magna, why haven't you said you have a relevant record?"
The light lavender-colored eyes turned to his own mechanical brother, "I'm a little curious. Is there really a terrible skull of Ferus in the trophy room of the Revenge Soul? How do you arrange other things?"
The Border Collie's unusually sharp eyes fell on the peaceful eyes of the metal mask of the Imperial Fist Primarch.
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Because the appearance of the "Fourth Primrome" was so unreasonable and so directly challenging the purpose of the Nikea assembly, the accusations of brothers and the authority of the emperor, that because of being protected by those who appear in this way, Magnus's expression also changed from looking full of surprise and to a subtle expression of obvious hesitation and wavering for such disrespect and unobedience.
On the contrary, Azek Aliman beside him seemed a little anxious to talk to the Fourth Primrose, but he was reluctant to speak due to his father's power.
"Petulabo, what do you mean?"
As the host of the meeting, the Imperial Prime Minister raised the scepter in his hand and tapped the black marble ground again with its end, indicating that the boiling venue would quiet down. "We didn't receive the notice you were coming - how did you come in?"
"That's what you said." The Fourth Primroot took a step forward, and the imperial guard's long halberd was swung down neatly, making a buzzing and decomposing position in the air.
"Did your rally miss the notification to me and the Iron Warriors today? If I answered, I was not able to catch up with the notification, but now I am here to attend the rally, what do you want to say? Do you want to say that I have never been notified to attend, so I am so nervous?"
Makado paused and narrowed his eyes again.
Dantioc felt a strange tiny emotional fluctuation spread out from the pyramid-shaped platform like ripples, sweeping across the entire venue. What is this?
He looked around with his eyes. Aliman and Yesuge frowned at the same time. Aliman's eyes became a little dazed, and Yesuge was thinking. However, several other think tanks did not seem to notice it.
"Enough."
The man on the throne spoke.
The human emperor, who had no words to the entire trial process from beginning to end, finally spoke.
The sound was like a golden sound hitting jade, and the light was like the sun of the sun. The man stood up and walked to the edge of the platform. Everyone passed by was convinced and bowed to him. Only Magnus became pale and stiff in the instant of his eye contact with the emperor, as if he was thunderous.
The fifteenth primordial body was trembling.
Dantioc realized.
He heard Magnus squeeze out a sentence from his teeth, "If I am guilty, it is all because of seeking knowledge. I am definitely not enslaved by him!"
Who is he talking to?
But the blacksmith in the war had no time to take care of it, because the emperor had spoken and said his verdict.
"I do not ignore the needs of the empire, nor do I ignore the reality of the human heart. When it comes to knowledge and power, if it is abstract, it can be used like a sword. However, it is not the case. The power is changeable, and it is dangerous to indulge. Those who seek strength are born with strength, and ultimately seek strength as the only one. Hostility is easy to resist, but few people who hold on to their secret temptations are tempted.
Looking at the darkness and exploring the emptiness, there are many dangers, and the emptiness is endless and full of deceitful words. Those who seek truth should be careful to prevent falsehoods, and the risk of falsehood is greater than ignorance. Everyone wants to know, but they are rarely willing to pay the price. Always seek shortcuts, and greed and clever lead to evil. True knowledge comes with wisdom. If you have no wisdom, the strong will not be stronger, but will become more reckless. If your strength eventually retaliates, it will destroy its achievements.
I walk on a path that no one knows, and I look at something unknown in the void. All the hidden secrets and dangers. This is not a secondary mind that can be understood, regardless of how strong or broad he is. The secret I leak is a warning, not a temptation. If you look at the secrets that ordinary people should not touch, you can only treat them with death and curse. Now that I see that even my sons have gone beyond the line, I should not have made them know this. This meeting was originally intended to make everyone work together, not to do it the opposite. However, the name of Astart should not be afflicted with witchcraft anymore. From now on, I have ordered all the troops to withdraw their think tanks and those involved will return to the war company. Never use spiritual power.
Those who fail to persuade them to break their trust will suffer disasters. I regard it as a hatred, destroy it endlessly, destroy its subordinates, trap its heart in regret, mourn the foolishness of my light, and to the end of the day. ”
The faces of the psychics who were not on the throne platform all turned pale.
ah? that's all?
Dantioc looked at Magnus and Aliman with a blank expression on his face, and the Fifteenth Primrose muttered something and had already begun to walk out, as if he didn't want to stay in this insulted place for another second.
no? how? you?
"Oh, I knew it would be like this."
His father of gene muttered, and Dantioc immediately joined Soltaen to guard him.
"Hey, Huang Lao Deng, this matter cannot be done just like this today. Let Magnus stay. Let's talk. I know you can. Let others go away."
The emperor's glory suddenly became extremely dazzling.
Many of the people who looked at him covered their eyes and exclaimed in pain, and the psychics fell to their knees begging for mercy under his pressure.
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A huge ray of light wrapped in anger, like the giant sword of Damocles, or like the thunder of the nine heavens, falling straight from the distant sky, representing the emperor's anger slashing at the bold rebel son.
"Petulabo! How dare you do this! Accept punishment! Repent!"
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Everyone held their breath and watched the fall of a demigod under the wrath of his Creator God.
But the light condensed.
This is impossible, no one can catch the light.
But the light did condense.
Violating all physical laws of the real universe.
Then they saw a smile floating on Peturabo's lazy face.
"Sure."
The fingertips of the hand raised by the King of Steel were on the first photon and the first layer of light waves that rushed towards his killing and purification light.
Then he suddenly tightened his five fingers.
As the steel fists clenched, the light - the pure incandescent golden light suddenly made a loud cracking sound in a dimension that the human ear could not hear.
Like a broken weak ice surface, the condensed light hit the ground, and then turned into smaller and harmless fireworks, disappearing.
"I have always had this guess, ever since I decided that the essence of 'Petulabo' is very likely to be." The creature who looked like the body of the Fourth Primarch said, "and this was even more so when I discovered all the unreasonable designs of the Fourth Legion. And my descendant—"
He raised his hand and pointed at Soltaan Wo Bronn.
"Your Valdo, judging from his frowning, he must be wondering why the anti-psychic devices, anti-witchcraft arrays and the Silent Nun here do not work for him, right?"
There was a smile on his lips that had been waiting for a long time, "Of course, the Silent Nun does not work for him... because his existence is much lower than that of the psychics, and he should have been the only one who has received this random gift in the entire Iron Warriors Legion so far. As a member of a legion without think tank members, Soltarn was able to use such a powerful rule power in the case of anti-psychic energy, which indirectly confirmed my guess."
"As a 'father', you must know why this is." His icy blue eyes were smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes. "For you, the best way is to hide the leaves in the forest, your..."
"Enough."
In Dantioc's vision and perception, the light that seemed to be devouring everyone here disappeared, or it shrank, faded, like an anemone retracting its tentacles back into its hard shell.
The emperor wearing golden armor was sitting on his throne. At the top of the pyramid-shaped stand, the angels of wisdom gathered their damselfly wings in fear, hid their fat body and silver baby face behind the luxurious back of the throne, revealing only half of their head to peep at the Fourth Primrose in the heart of the golden eagle standing in the center of the black marble.
"Let's talk."
Finally, the emperor spoke.
The primordials, bureaucrats and nobles had different expressions, and the King of Steel raised his eyebrows and nodded slowly.
"What a pity."
"Why do you sigh?"
"If you refuse, I can bury you all rightfully into the mantle and send it into the core of the planet."
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"So you can't talk."
On the other end of time and space, Fogrim Pallas pointed at this. He was now wearing a comfortable gray one-piece, his white hair was tied behind his head with a screwdriver, his ear was wearing eyepieces and communication beads that were obviously gifted from a certain steel-hand casting master, and his wrist was wearing a multi-purpose bird Buyi bracelet given by the sons of the emperor who were not to be outdone - they cleverly hid it under the surface of the engraved gold and relief agate.
Although Magna doubted that the little brother had been secretly recording the video from before using one of these two things, he wisely did not remind the angry Pertulabo or the dove trying to justify himself.
"Gu-! I had no choice at that time! Nikea was convened to deal with doubts about the use of psychics and the emerging psychics in my descendants, various legions, and within the human army!"
"Where is the last resort? Only when Magnus looks at you, you show that you have to."
The black and white plush dog hissed and growled maliciously, "Magnus, this big fool, he always felt that he and his descendants had seen your face and his reluctance to convene this trial rally and his reluctance to judge them, but he forgot that your inspiration had the passive power of "thousands of people and thousands of faces". Magnus hoped that seeing your face was beneficial to him, so of course he could only see this all the time! And Aliman even realized something was wrong before him. - The basis for your final judgment you made that judgment, you didn't tell Magnus why!"
"That's because he was eager to leave later! He didn't even raise any more objections to my verdict! Isn't this enough?"
"This is indeed the result you want, but please use your brain that usually looks like a psychic charming halo emitter! Why is Magnus so anxious to leave? When you receive any reports, did you pull all the people out and talk about it one by one?! But if you lack those few hours of conversation, the Great Expedition will not continue or will Terra explode?! Is your brain thinking part really only as big as a pigeon? You, an old guy who has lived for 30,000 years, go to a living dog?!"
In the eyes of everyone, Pertulabo jumped up angrily, bit the neck of the dove wearing a golden crown, squatted down, and swung violently like a beast.
Fogrim Pallas sat in his seat and quietly asked Magna Dorn with his eyes: How long will we be brainwashed by your master and destroyed the body?
(This chapter ends)