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For Kiriman, his last memory was frozen in a desperate battle, with the Primarch and a filthy brother severing each other, two god-like forces fighting each other, vicious curses and mockery endlessly; his last perception was a severe pain that exceeded the limit of endurance, the erosion and spread of toxins.

He asked his father to save him in pain, and his prayers were also responded, and a cold golden light hugged him in his arms...

The next second, Robbault Kiriman woke up, looking around with a confused look on his face, he found himself back to the Temple of Justice in Markulag. Even if the light was dim, he could still recognize the perfect figures of the Astartes and... the emperor standing in front of him.

"Father? Are you okay?" This was the first thought in the heart of the loyal son. His face was unstoppable ecstasy. Seeing his father standing intact in front of him, Kiriman's voice trembled: "This is really... great."

"Maybe things are not as good as you imagined, Robbat." The emperor just replied coldly. He was about to say something, and an imperial guard walked in from outside: "Your Majesty, suddenly a human... a 'mixed' army with the spirits. Will it destroy them?"

"Alliance?" The emperor's wise and divine face was a little surprised.

"It's Saint Selistin, Marshal Amari of the Dark Church, the Cadian survivors led by Inquisition Grefax, and some of the Ada Lings who claim to be the Grief Army, my Majesty." The Imperial Guard reported with a long halberd: "They seem to form a coalition."

"...It's good, Luo Baot, I'll give you a few days. You'd better take the time to understand what happened over the past ten thousand years." The emperor said coldly. He glanced at Kiriman, and then continued to say to the imperial guards: "Death Army?... These spiritual races may be useful. They shouldn't be eliminated now. Let me talk to them."

"Yes!" The imperial guards immediately responded that the emperor's will was the highest truth, and they only need to implement it.

"Ten thousand years?" Robbard Kiriman was still in a mess, but the gene protozoa horse reacted and realized a serious problem: "When is it now?"

The Emperor did not answer his words, and the Lord of Humanity left straight away. Obviously he had something else to do. His journey was a top secret. While the dark gods had not yet reacted, he still had a lot to complete.

Under the emperor's perception, an unprecedented huge fight was launched in the Chaos Realm. The crazy "lust" knights under the command of "Se" Nie invaded the Nurg "Flower" Garden. The timing of this raid was just right: the lazy demons of the plague god had just launched a large move to attack the terrifying Iron Fire Demon Fortress, and the bloodthirsty demon army of terror had just attacked the Crystal "Mystery" Palace. At this critical moment, the "Hun" Chaos God was fighting. Under his careful concealment, the "Hun" Chaos God, whose attention was focused on internal fighting, had not yet noticed the revival of the Lord of Humanity.

A fragile, difficult ceasefire agreement was reached between the Emperor and the Spiritual God of Death. This negotiation made the judge Grefax, who had agreed to form an alliance with the Spirituals, feel relieved. The Spirituals got the desired result and promised the Emperor to assist Kiriman in the next series of actions.

"We are heading to Caliban now!" The imperial guard's ship left Marcusag, leaving behind Kiriman who had just woken up.

About a week later, Robbard Kiriman sat back to the throne heavily, and a moment ago, he withdrew all his servants and counselors, and even the guards of glory were ordered to wait outside the sanctuary.

"So thousands of years have passed." The Extreme Warrior Gene Primarch, Lord of Ultramar, sat back on his throne in pain.

His physiological pain was healed by the emperor, but his heart's trauma became heavier and heavier.

The Primrose had "conversations" with the Saint and her companions, the commanders of the Extreme Warriors, and even Evelan of the Death Army; the in-depth and earnest conversation lasted for several days, during which Kiriman used every bit of affinity and cunning as a politician to create a harmonious and friendly atmosphere, laughing to get the other party to say more information, and perfectly concealed the emotional "waves" caused by these words.

Kiriman highly praised the views given by each visitor in the current situation and praised their contribution to the empire. According to each guest's different personality and preferences, Kiriman showed his personality to the best cater to the other party, making the other party unconsciously respond to the questions he raised with sincerity and frankness.

Although it looks calm on the surface, in fact, every reply is like a shell hitting the primordial's chest; confusion and fear are so heavy that he cannot breathe, and grief and pain make him unable to control himself.

Robbart Kiriman covered his face with his hands and let out a series of low howls, and the armor buzzed with this movement.

He desperately hoped that his father would come back to him or that he could have a brother to have a good chat with him.

"Thousands of years," he continued, "see what they have all become, and we ourselves are the same-blind faith, ignorance, suffering, decadence, all of which, in the name of a god, have ironically been abominable to this title."

Kiriman shook his head and stood up, walking in the sanctuary of the commander of the war. His eyes flew over the battle flag hanging on the wall. Each side was as high as an imperial knight. The exquisitely woven fabric depicted the great merits of the ultimate warrior.

Kill the aliens, execute the heretics; save the world and destroy the world. The paintings show the great achievements of the battle group at a glance, and the clearly visible imperial eagle emblem and heraldry rubbings are printed.

In addition, there is an existence shrouded in the halo and sitting upright on the throne of the emperor - that must be the emperor.

He learned from the Imperial Guards and his men that his father had just recovered.

"We failed, father," Keelman's words were filled with exhaustion and sorrow. "You failed your sons, and we failed you; our arrogance and vanity have created the empire today, and we failed humanity--Didn't Horus declare that you intend to become a god and use this as an excuse to rebel? Wouldn't the empire today behave induce his gloating ridicule?"

The 'exciting' fury surged into the heart of Lord Otrama, and he clenched his fists before he could restrain himself - he fantasized about smashing tables and chairs like a mad beast, tearing the flags, and tilting his anger into everything placed in the room.

But the anger faded quickly.

"There is still hope, my father is back." Kiriman murmured to himself, courage returned to the body of the gene primordial body, so dark and so desperate that the status quo of his father's empire could not defeat him.

Because my father was back, at this most desperate and darkest time, the Lord of Humanity finally returned.

He also learned how fruitful fruits had been borne in the institute Belisarius Kaul's surface below the Martian surface. All this made him firmly believe that a more brilliant tomorrow still has hope of realization and the empire still has hope of being reborn from the ashes.

Under the guidance of his father, human beings will once again unite under the emperor's banner, and they will continue to fight as the gene primordial of the extreme warrior.

"Just... I'm left, I'm the only one left." Kiriman gritted his teeth and sighed slightly. The gene primordial had learned that all the primordials of the past were either missing or degenerate, and now he was only one of the gene primordials left in the entire human empire.

Thousands of years later, he has become the only remaining primordial.

"Who told you? Kiriman? Who told you that you are the only one left?" At this time, a tall black figure walked into the holy hall of the Extreme Warrior from the door.

He held the lion helmet in his hand, his noble face was still as pure as ten thousand years ago, his long golden hair hangs down from his cheeks, and his black power armor was still as smooth as new as ten thousand years ago. His face was as cold as the emperor. Just looking at Kiriman's embarrassing appearance, the uninvited guest's face felt a little contempt: "Are you scared?"

"Leon! My brother!!!" Hearing this familiar voice, Kiriman suddenly raised his head, his voice full of disbelief, but when he confirmed the figure of the visitor, joy and sadness filled his heart, his face remained calm, only the tears at the corners of his eyes and trembling hands betrayed him.

He rushed to the uninvited guest quickly and looked at his brother happily. He suddenly didn't know how to express his enthusiasm. After hesitating continuously, the Lord of the Extreme Warrior gave the visitor a warm hug, even though they were blocked by power armor.

"..." The First Legion Primros, who had just woken up, was at a loss for the enthusiastic embrace of Kiriman, or he didn't know how to express his feelings. Thinking that the person in front of him had been sleeping for thousands of years like him, Leon Al Zhuangsen finally reluctantly reached out and patted Kiriman's back awkwardly, signaling him to let go of himself.

The emperor stood outside and watched his two sons embrace. The look of the Lord of Humanity finally showed a slight wave, which was a hint of regret. Now only two of his proud works of the past are still under his command. What remains are not depravity or disappearance. Some primordials themselves know where they are but cannot be retrieved or recalled for a while. Some primordials don't even know where they go.

Then, the father and son returned to the secret room and discussed the next plan.

The emperor rejected Kiriman's suggestion to sit down, and he told his son that he hated sitting.

"I have a news to tell you that you have a new brother." The Emperor stood in the main position, his gaze shot straight into the distance like a sharp sword: "He is the last gift left by Makado to me, and it is also the key to my recovery. Without his efforts, without my recovery."

"He is my secret weapon against the 'humiliation' chaos, and it is also the only hope to save those fallen primordials. He can reverse corruption and restore those fallen primordials to their original appearance...with my help."

"Remember, his existence is for the top secret. No one can know except the three of us. If you have the chance, you will see him." The emperor said calmly: "The Galaxy is burning, and now we are the only one who stands in the darkness."

Hearing this, both Kiriman and Zhuang Sen's eyes burned with flames of hope, and the fallen brothers have always been a pain in their hearts: "What should we do? Father?"

"Kiliman, you just need to announce your resurrection. In the endless darkness, the resurrection of a Primarch is too important for the Empire. The awakened son will go on an expedition to Terra to meet his decaying father who is still sitting on the throne." The emperor first arranged for Kiriman: "Your resurrection will attract the gaze of 'humble', and a fool will come over his might and find the 'door'."

"Zhuang Sen, take your people with me to Amydodon." The emperor raised his head, and the face of the Lord of Humanity was only cold: "Let's go and recycle a fallen primrose together."

"A, when I first retrieved him, the primrose, your brother."

"Everything has not been lost, all aliens, heresies, and demons will be destroyed before us! The universe will return to peace, and the only evil things can be destroyed! Human beings will eventually stand on the top of the blood tide."

The emperor's long black hair was automatically blowing in the air without wind. The sacred glow in his body shone more and more, almost filling the entire holy hall. After ten thousand years of uninterrupted battle with the demons in the subspace and endlessly receiving sacrifices from the psychics, the strength of the Lord of Humanity has become even more terrifying.

Kiriman and Zhuang Sen both stood up.

"The Milky Way belongs to the human empire!" This is the roar from the bottom of Kiriman.

"Let's continue that unfinished expedition! Father!" Zhuang Sen also expressed his determination.

"Let's start!"

So, when the human empire was about to fall into the darkest and most terrifying dilemma, a message full of hope was transmitted to every corner of the entire Milky Way.

The 13th Legion Primarch, Robbault Kiriman announced his return, and the empire's reinforcements were gathering in endlessly to Marcusag. Dozens of extreme warriors' sub-groups traveled hard in the whistling etheric craze, gathering here without fear of hardships, just to see the style of the Primarch - the Rising Warrior, the Son of Ora, the Origin Warrior and countless other sub-groups gathered into a torrent and came to swear allegiance to the Primarch.

At the same time, the returned God's parent-child personally announced that he was about to set off for a long expedition to Terra.

A new era has begun.

…………

It seems that something really is happening in this world!

Ryan, who was walking on the mountain road, thought that this state had lasted for many days.

He had already vaguely guessed what was going on.

"His Excellency Ryan, we are about to arrive at the border of the Aden Forest. Do you see the hill ahead?" Eulers, the Holy Grail Knight, pointed to a hill ahead and said to Ryan.

After nearly ten days of trek, the army has entered the borders of Brittania.

"According to the arrangement, you will first go to the palace of Curona, and His Majesty Richard, the Knight King, will enfeoff you, and then you will go to the Principality of Kakasong in the south to baptize in the Cathedral of the Lake's "Lady's Cathedral. We will take you to the Fairy's Lake to meet His Highness the Lake God's "Lady's Witch." Eulers said the plan: "She will arrange your position."

Ryan nodded, thinking that this arrangement obviously showed the characteristics of the country of Brittany, namely, the politics of the north and south ends. The capital where the king is located is located in the north of the kingdom, while the Cathedral of Lake Fairy's "Girl" is located in the south of the kingdom. Therefore, the power of the entire country was divided into two ends, forming two hearts.

The army was advancing in the wilderness, and suddenly, a buzzing noise came from the front.

"Beastman! It's a beastman!" A black dot appeared at the end of the plain.
Chapter completed!