The first thousand three hundred and eighty-fifth chapters the finale of the moment of the new life
In Ulric Castle, the fire of the white wolf god Ulric is still burning.
Except for the small number of Order troops who are still resisting in the city due to Middenheim's special terrain, the vast majority of the Order's remnant troops are here. In total, there are still thousands of them, echoing the 500,000 Chaos army outside the city.
In the middle of the White Wolf God's Hall, a golden sphere is rotating rapidly. This sphere looks like it is alive. While it is constantly rotating back and forth, new mechanisms and ancient holy runes are constantly being activated on its surface. That is the ancient
And the original power.
Ryan has only seen this kind of power in Bealak. At this time, the original body was seriously injured. Although Ryan's self-recovery ability is very strong, he still needs help from others. The Fairy of the Lake and Orika supported Ryan on the left and right.
, and then Lidya Su came to take the place of the fairy in the lake: "Ryan, are you okay?"
"Do you think I'm okay, madam?" Ryan smiled.
"It seems that you are indeed fine, and you know how to joke." Sulia glanced at her husband angrily: "The ceremony has begun, and the lady must stay here to maintain the ceremony."
Eight people bound by the wind of magic are standing around the golden sphere, with different expressions on their faces.
Tyrion, the incarnation of the wind of light, has a very relaxed expression. For him, this is the last thing he wants to complete.
Charlemagne, the embodiment of the wind from heaven, was tired and bitter. His empire had lost too much in this war. What made him even more tired was that he had to reach a "gentleman's agreement" with Vlad.
Recognize Vlad's right to rule Sylvania in exchange for Vlad's promise to continue to summon the undead to eliminate the remaining chaos forces in the empire after the war. Otherwise, with the current state of the empire, it will take at least fifty years to completely clear out Chaos.
Teclis, the incarnation of the wind of fire, was relieved. From the beginning, Teddy had made up his mind to be the substitute for the incarnation of the eight winds. Not only did he come in handy, but with the blessing of the power of the god Lilith, the ritual failed.
The possibility has been reduced to a minimum, as long as the ritual is completed, the world will be saved.
Alarielle, the incarnation of the wind of life, looked miserable. The elves had already lost too much in this war. What made the Eternal Queen even more sad was the complex triangle between her and Tyrion Malekith, and she had no heir.
, so after the war, she not only had to try to give birth to a daughter for Malekith, but she also had to preside over the reconstruction of the elven clan.
Malekith, the incarnation of the wind of shadow, looked at the golden sphere greedily. Malekith knew the relics of the ancient saints and what the power of the subspace rift symbolized. If he could seize and control this power, Malekith would become the world's
The most powerful existence.
However, Malekith's inner restlessness calmed down. The figures of his father Alario and brother Snorri Whitebeard flashed before his eyes. The former told him not to be a slave of honor, but to be his own master.
The latter awakened the sense of responsibility and honor in his heart. The Eternal King sighed. When did the traitor Malekith become a good guy?
Forget it, deal with the threat of Chaos first, and then discuss the rest with the goddess Lilith.
Galt, the incarnation of the wind of metal, is probably the most optimistic and excited of all the incarnations. Galt always feels very hopeful and the future is very bright. As a great alchemist and the Emperor's Chosen, all of Galt's goals have been achieved.
He firmly believed that everything would be fine this time.
Vlad, the incarnation of the wind of death, smiled, with his wife standing next to him. Isabella, who was successfully resurrected and escaped the control of Chaos, was the same as Geert. Although he encountered some troubles on the way, Vlad
Germany's goal has been basically achieved, but unlike Gelt, Vlad still maintains a mockery of the living deep in his heart. He knows that after thousands of years, most of the incarnations present will pass away, and he will continue to
As he advances towards becoming the Emperor of the Empire, not even the elves can match him in terms of lifespan.
Even if you are all dead, I am still alive! Living people!
The incarnation of the wind of the beast, Yurik who resides in the body of the empire's chief wizard, Matak, is concentrating on his work. The White Wolf God has no other thoughts in his mind at this time. Yurik doesn't even know how to complete the ritual. Fortunately, Tiger
Reese had already prepared. The Supreme Mage had written a "step-by-step ritual tutorial that even a fool could understand" in advance. Yurick only needed to follow the steps.
So now, the eight winds gather together, and each incarnation injects his own power into the ancient holy instrument. The golden sphere rotates at an extremely fast speed, and two eight-color magic ties connect the north and south poles from the depths of the golden sphere.
The Chaos Rifts at the North and South Poles are connected by magical ties. The shattered subspace rifts and collapsed Ancient Saint portals finally showed signs of repair thanks to the efforts of the incarnations of the Eight Winds. The rifts opened by the Chaos Evil God were invisible to the naked eye.
The speed slowly decreased, and the wind of chaos blowing into the mortal world gradually weakened.
Lilith, the moon god, was standing nearby. The goddess also devoted all her strength to maintaining the stability of the ceremony. Seeing this, Ryan and others knew that there was nothing they could do, so they walked to the side and sat down.
"The Nemesis is broken?" Leman Russ was covered in blood. The Wolf King let out a long breath. The Space Wolf Primarch looked at the broken hilt of the sword in Ryan's hand, feeling very regretful: "That is a treasure given to you by your father.
, you shouldn’t treat it like this.”
"Perhaps it will have a chance to be recast, but the mission of this sword from the moment my father handed it to me is to prevent this scene from happening." Veronica was applying medicine to Ryan, and the jagged edges were
The sight of the sword blade made the female speaker burst into tears, but Ryan forced out a smile: "So that's it? We're just going to hide under Yurik's protection until the ceremony is completed?"
"I really hope so, but sir, maybe Chaos will not give us this opportunity." The Gray Knights' Supreme Master Kaldo Diego poked his head out of the crenellations of the city wall.
Before he finished speaking, a heavy crashing sound suddenly sounded from the gate of Urick Castle. The thick gate made of steel and dwarven technology shook violently.
The faces of the avatars who were performing the ceremony in the hall changed drastically, and the soldiers of the Order Alliance immediately stood up.
The refugees hiding in the inner fort were on the verge of collapse. They could hear cries, calls for help, and prayers all the time.
"Boom!" There was another banging sound from the castle gate.
"If Fort Ulric is breached, then we are all doomed." Neferata, the blood ancestor of Lahmia who was standing not far away, said mockingly to everyone present. Not far from her, Lybaras
Queen Khalida remained silent.
The battle between the two little sisters outside the city continued until Emperor Settra died in battle and all the Tomb King armies collapsed. They were forced to give up the duel and retreat into Ulric Keep.
"Hey, White Wolf God! Don't you claim that the White Wolf God's fire is immortal and Middenheim will never fall?" Prince Imric of Caledor couldn't help but come out and shouted: "What's going on?"
"They are talking nonsense, do you believe it? Wow, you point-eared idiot is a real idiot!" White Wolf God Yurik said: "I have never said such a thing. Back then this boy (referring to Charlemagne)
If you don’t believe this evil, he personally climbed the cliff and came to my great temple, smashed Otto’s head and stepped into my divine fire. Didn’t this place fall once?”
"Fuck! You damn liar! Damn monkeys are never reliable!" Imrik was furious: "Monkey God too!"
"What the hell are you going to say again?" Yurik was also angry: "Did I say that?"
"Shut up!" High King Thorgrin spoke. The dwarf glared at Imrik, and then asked the new elector Harland: "There is no path through which women, children, and the elderly can escape.
What?"
"..." Harland opened his mouth: "There is no way...it can't be said that there is no way."
"Then there is or there isn't!" the white dwarf Grim Brindel roared.
"Middenheim has always had underground passages, and some paths can lead to the outside of the city, but they are useless. At most, two or three people can walk parallel to each other on the paths, and there are Skaven and Chaos hybrids everywhere." Harland said bitterly.
He said: "Your Excellency Boris and Lord Tyrion must have a say."
"Boom!!!" A more violent banging sound came from the castle gate, and the dwarf steam engine made an abnormal cry.
"So this is it?" Russ shouted: "We are like staying in a coffin, waiting to die? That Eldar God? How long will it take for the ceremony to be completed?"
"It will take at least a few hours." Lilith said helplessly.
"How many hours? Haha! It would be great if all my descendants were by my side." Russ shook his head helplessly: "That's it, the incarnations of the Eight Winds cannot move at will, and most of our important combat capabilities have been affected.
limit……"
"Boom!" The soldiers blocking the gate flew out upside down. There were cracks in the door bolts of Fort Urick and the steam power device. The steam engine screamed incessantly, and some pipes cracked, spewing out white smoke.
At this time, everyone's eyes were looking at Ryan, the Grand Marshal of the Order Alliance.
Ryan frowned. He stood up slowly and looked at the castle gate in the distance. The Chaos Army was outside the door.
Belega, the king of the Eight Peaks Mountain, suddenly said: "Brother Ryan, do you still remember how we won?"
"Of course." Ryan nodded.
"Don't lose courage, Brother Ryan, we will always be with you. Everyone has given their trust to you. Your decision is our decision." Belegar waved the Hammer of Angrond and shouted: "Quickly
Listen, what's the sound outside?"
"Boom!!!" There was another heavy hammer, and the door had deformed, but everyone could hear it. In addition to the sound of the battering ram hitting the door, there were other sounds that could not be heard clearly.
"Then, let's charge again." Ryan looked at everyone in the hall, the Imperials, the Brittanians, the elves, the dwarves, the undead, and Lybaras's remnant army.
"That's right!" The white dwarf Grim Brindel was very excited. He hammered his armor with his fist: "That's right! That's right, it smells bad! It doesn't even have any blood, you are just a loser.
Generalissimo?"
"Rush out! Charge out and face the army of the Eternal Chosen!" Ryan slammed my lord on the ground, and the original body roared: "For Middenheim, for the whole world, for all who died fighting for world peace and Chaos.
People, let us blow our horns for the last time!"
"Yes! Yes!" The dwarves were excited, and High King Thorgreen nodded slowly. No wonder Ryan could please the dwarves.
"We have one more Caledor!" Imrik finally showed a smile on his extremely arrogant face: "If you want to die, Caledor man, you must die on the way to charge!"
"Urik is here, and the White Wolf Knights are willing to fight for you!" Redsfield, the new grand leader of the White Wolf Knights, roared.
"If it ends like this, that's not bad." Alaros came up and patted Ryan on the shoulder: "My people and I will follow you."
"Charging is not my strength, but I would rather die than regret it." Shadow King Aris strode forward.
"My Nether Walker and I will follow you. This is for you, for us, and for the whole world." As soon as Khalida, Queen of Lybaras, came out of the queue, Neferrata immediately followed: "Laimi
Sisters of Ya, give me Archaon!"
"Count me in, and Gul." Seeing that Neferata was about to go up, Arkhan also came, and Gul.
"The Old Guard will always be loyal to His Majesty Ryan!" The Old Guards, who had only two battalions left, also expressed their determination.
A marshal followed closely behind: "Please give the order, Your Majesty!"
"Okay! Little Thor Green!" Ryan ordered: "Blow the horn!"
"Put it on me." Belegar's legitimate son and only son, little Thorgrin was so excited that he couldn't control himself. He rolled and crawled, and rushed towards the horn tower amidst the laughter and curses of a group of dwarf elders.
Following the winding spiral staircase, Little Thorgreen arrived at the height of Urick Castle. The holy fire of the White Wolf God was always burning. Mustache took a deep breath and blew the horn.
"Too~oooooo~ doooooooooooooo!"
The gate of Ulric Castle shattered, and a group of Chaos Warriors broke in.
"For the Warhammer! For the empire!!!!!!"
"Too~oooooo~ doooooooooooooo!"
The torrent of steel rushed out of the city, and the melodious sound of horns resounded throughout White Wolf City.
The world is not dead yet!
How could such a beautiful and dazzling world perish?
The horses roared in unison, the hoofs thundered, and all the cavalry gathered, living and dead, to charge together.
The vanguard of the Chaos army was defeated. Archaon looked at the Chaos Swords Chapter of less than a hundred people behind him, and he knew that the ceremony had already begun.
Then everything has been decided, and the duel between him and Ryan will determine the outcome of this war.
Facing the torrent of steel rushing out of Ulric Castle, Archaon closed his eyes and drew out the Kingslayer again.
The final championship showdown begins!
"Onward, Sword of Chaos, for Archaon, for Chaos!"
The two sides collide.
"You go and deal with Archaon, the Sun King of Britannia, a visitor from outside the Star Territory." High King Thorgreen signaled Ryan's cavalry to continue charging, while the dwarf army without mounts stopped: "We will help you
Buy some time and leave this to the dwarves."
The white dwarf Grim Brindel stood beside Thorgrim: "He is a good man."
"If this is the last battle of the dwarves, then we must at least let history remember our names." High King Thorgreen said solemnly, with Belegar and the White Dwarf standing on both sides of him: "Ready.
What? A dwarf?!"
The dwarf warriors still looked as radiant as the day they set off from the Eternal Peak. Perhaps the revered ancestor appeared and restored their strength. His vision crossed the shield wall and saw the Chaos Horde, demons and mortals all ready
Charge again.
"Get ready!" the white dwarf ordered, and the clan war flag was inserted into the ground, creating a temporary iron-gold forest.
"Don't worry, ancestor, not one of the battle flags I made is defective." Master Rune Craftsman Thorik Ironbrow said,
"It's a pity that all the apprentices you accepted are defective." The white dwarf said unceremoniously.
The flesh hounds howled and the bloodthirsty demons roared. The vampires screamed loudly, and the chants of mortal warriors also joined the demonic noise. The dwarves ignored it and heard the criticisms of the white dwarves. Even Thorik-Ironbrow
A little embarrassed, the master rune craftsman shook his head: "I always have to find a more suitable one... I just don't know if I have a chance."
"In any case, I declare that all the hatred of the dwarves has been eliminated today. After today, maybe the dwarves will usher in a new life, or maybe we will go to destruction. The last thing I say is, if you want to do it, do it as hard as you can, and we will
This is it, for every city, for the whole world, stick to the end and never give up, for the dwarves, for the kingdom of the mountains!!!"
"For the Mountain Kingdom!"
From the flanks, the Dwarves held back all the Chaos armies.
Frontally, Llane fights Archaon again, my lord's spear here facing the regicide directly.
"As long as I deal with you and go in, my goal will be accomplished." Archaon laughed at Ryan: "Why are you doing this? We all know that our strengths are not much different. You are indeed very, very strong.
, but I also have the blessings of the four true gods, and my recovery power far exceeds yours."
"The world is destroyed, the four gods are happy, and you are finally free, but think about it, is it really worth it?" Ryan sneered: "A poor warlord imprisoned by his own pride?"
Archaon suddenly became furious, and the Everchosen summoned black lightning, burning Ryan's shoulder.
Not to be outdone, Ryan swung the tip of his spear, and my lord swiped it on Archaon's helmet, knocking the Eternal Chosen staggering and leaving his mouth full of blood.
"You talk about getting rid of fate all day long, but in the end it is fate that dominates you." Ryan continued to laugh at the Eternal Chosen: "You followed these words in order to gain the power, but at the same time your final ending was doomed. Yes,
Si Shen has been fooled by you more than once, do you think you are very smart?"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Archaon's heart was burning with anger, determined to make this man who refused to bow his head surrender.
The two sides fought again, and behind them, the last coalition forces of Order were fighting indiscriminately among the Chaos army.
"Don't think you have won, Ryan, the legendary Brave of Light." Archaon also smiled: "Bilak has already gone."
What? Ryan's pupils dilated slightly.
"You are doomed to fail." Archaon taunted Ryan in turn.
"I think……"
"What?"
"I think now everyone probably knows why I decided not to bind the magic wind, right?"
Inside Urick Castle, the incarnation ceremony is still going on.
Just when everyone was immersed in injecting power into the ancient holy instruments, Malekith suddenly felt something on the castle dome!
It was the original demon prince Be'lakor! It turned into a shadow and fell rapidly towards Tyrion, the incarnation of the wind of light, while the other incarnations had not noticed this scene.
If Beelak's magic sword were to hit him, Tyrion would definitely die!
Tyrion had also noticed it at this time, but there was no doubt that it was too late. The incarnation of the wind of light smiled self-deprecatingly, showed one last smile to Alarielle, and then calmly waited for death, because he had no more
care.
So, let's end it like this! Tyrion closed his eyes.
He did not meet the expected death. On the contrary, a guy rushed over at high speed, pushed away Tyrion with his shoulder, and withstood Beelak's sword. The original demon prince's sword killed this guy.
Divided into two.
"What?" Tyrion, who fell to the ground, opened his eyes. He couldn't believe his eyes!
The Eternal King Malekith actually took the blow for him! The Eternal King's body was cut open by Beelak. There was no blood, only a large group of black turbid substance like oil. That was the power of the wind of shadow. This
This force allowed Malekith to escape death, but was severely injured.
Bi'lak didn't get a chance to strike second, Orika's double swords penetrated its chest from behind. The Pale Queen's face was extremely ferocious. Orica cruelly refused Bi'lak's opportunity to return to Chaos. The Pale Queen will Bi'lak.
Lark's soul is brought into her own kingdom, and it will be her new toy.
Now, let it take a bath in its master’s spiritual energy pool!
Bealak's whole body was immersed in the spiritual energy pool made of Ryan's spiritual energy in the kingdom of Hades, and the original demon prince could not even scream.
Lilith immediately intervened to stabilize the ritual. She lifted Malekith up and treated his wounds, so the ritual could continue.
After another two minutes, Tyrion couldn't help it anymore: "Why save me?"
"Who knows?" Malekith sneered: "I already regret it."
"If you really regret it, you won't say such things." Tyrion was silent for a few seconds, but couldn't help but said: "No matter what, thank you."
"FNMDP, don't thank me, I'm just because of Snorri and my father!" Malekith scolded: "None of your business? I just promised my father to be my own master, I just promised Snorri
Nori will fight until the end!"
"I am a damned person, and I have already prepared for it." Tyrion tried his best not to reveal the pain: "You are doing this in vain."
"You fucking want to die and I'll make it happen right now!" Malekith shouted, and he immediately looked like he was about to draw his sword.
"Eternal King!" Lilith's voice directly overwhelmed Malekith's roar. Malekith could only curse a few words and then closed his mouth.
"If you want to play a family ethics drama, you can wait until everything is over." Vlad was very interested: "I will come with my wife then."
"If you don't want to do a good job, change someone else!" Charlemagne was as determined as ever.
"The wind of shadow never belongs to anyone, Malekith." Alarielle's tone was no longer so unpleasant: "The same goes for the wind of light!"
The ceremony stabilized again.
The championship showdown outside the city continued, with Ryan and Archaon fighting fiercely, with firelight flying and light raining across the sky.
I don’t know how long has passed, maybe thousands of years, maybe just a moment.
Archaon once thought that Llane's use of this artifact, my Lord's Here, would definitely arouse the wrath of Khorne, but the judgment of the Blood God never came, and only Llane knew that the Blood God did not want to interfere, but was on the supreme throne.
In the sky, the Blood God was fighting with two other gods. The three true gods were wrestling together in a mud pit. Khorne beat two, but he was not suppressed or gained the upper hand.
The other two gods, one is cruel and cunning, the other is cunning and cruel.
Unable to wait for Khorne's intervention, Archaon had no choice but to continue the disorderly battle with the Llane.
As the sun rose and set, the two sides fought to the extreme, but Ryan suddenly stopped: "Are we still fighting?"
"What?"
"Because the ceremony has been completed."
As soon as he finished speaking, a rumbling sound spread from the sky to the ground. Colorful auroras surrounded the world. Subspace rifts and chaos portals all over the world disappeared instantly. Countless demons and believers lost their connection with the dark gods.
Contact, screaming and vanishing into thin air.
The north and south portals of the Ancient Saints have been closed, and the Four Gods of Chaos can no longer interfere with the mortal world.
Archaon was stunned. The dragon's roar could be heard in the distant sky. The Alliance of Order troops were actually waiting for reinforcements. Fulgrim, Ku'ga, Tehenhoin and others arrived.
"I am immortal, I will never surrender!" Archaon raised the Death of Kings and chopped it down with all his strength.
Ryan sighed softly, and the dazzling silver spiritual energy on his body faded away, revealing what was inside, the indescribable horror, the twisted origin of the black hole, and the shadow of the supreme existence from a higher dimension descending, swallowing
All horror is surrounded by a dark golden circle
The strange flames, Archaon has never seen that kind of power. Fortunately, Ryan did not keep him waiting. My Lord swung a blow here, mixing the power of the goddess of the moon, the fairy in the lake, and the power of Ryan's chaos.
Spears came like lightning, and Archaon hurriedly used the Regicide to fight against them.
The explosive nova hit the surface of the Kingslayer, making a harsh sound. The Kingslayer could not withstand the merger of the two forces, and exploded into pieces. Without weapons, the Eternal Chosen could only retreat, but with the great demon of chaos, Wu-Zul
The power was stripped from his body, and the Eternal Chosen knew that he had failed.
"You can defeat me! But don't even think about killing me!" Archaon threw away the hilt of his sword, and the Everchosen shouted: "I will come back! I swear, I will return to the Chaos Wasteland, I will go back,
Reassemble a world-destroying army. You can defeat me once, twice, or ten thousand times. I will return one day to burn your poor civilization to ashes and bring destruction to the people you love!
I will never stop until I achieve my goal!”
"You can't run away." Ryan squatted on the ground.
"Yes, you can't run away." Kaldor Diego, the supreme mentor of the Gray Knights, walked out from behind Ryan.
"You want to run after losing the battle?" Leman Russ, the Primarch of the Space Wolves, strode out holding the Spear of Dionysus.
"You can fight in a one-on-one fight, but you can't run away!" Angron, the Primarch of the World Eaters, came up behind Archaon.
"Count me in." Holding the Phoenix Blade, Fulgrim came with a smile.
"You have no chance, Eternal Chosen One." Lilith, the God of the Moon, came with the Holy Grail in her hand.
"If the master wants you to die, you must die." Pale Queen Orika approached with a ferocious smile.
Seeing this scene, Archaon calmed down: "Then, let us continue this championship showdown to the end!"
"As you wish!" Ryan stopped everyone's persuasion: "Let us finish this duel."
On this day, blood splattered in the starry sky.
…………I am the dividing line in the blood-spattered starry sky……
One year later, the Empire, the Kingdom of Nord, and the Territory of Orterney.
The spring flowers are blooming by the river in the Barony of Auternij in Nordland. The spring is full of spring. In Auterniya with the fragrance of birds and flowers, there is still a bit of cold wind blowing. Next to the newly thawed stream, four primarchs are sitting in the stream.
While drinking wine, the sun shone on them.
"So, this is where you were born, Ryan?" Angron picked up the bottle and drank it in one gulp.
"It doesn't look bad. It's better than the miner's planet I was born in." Fulgan held the goblet and motioned to Orika, who was wearing a maid outfit next to her, to add ice. The dark elf maid's belly had swelled slightly, and there was a baby inside.
A new god, the son of the Pale Queen, the new blood god Kane is being born.
"A golden nest or a silver nest is not as good as your own doghouse." Ruth shook his head: "Your own home is always the best."
"We have completed our mission, but this is not our end." Ryan shook the wine in the mug, and the Gray Knight Primarch smiled: "New challenges are still waiting for us, brothers, what's next for you?
"
"I will return to Fenris." Russ said first: "My heirs need me, especially the Thirteenth Great Company."
"Me? I will definitely go back and rebuild the glory of the Emperor's Son. This is what I should do as a Primarch." Fulgrim nodded: "If you don't do it, it's enough. If you want to do it, you must do your best."
"It's not good for me to continue to stay in this world." Angron glanced at the moon god Lilith and Asu Yanzhi, who were sitting not far away with a big belly and a face full of maternal glory.
The Holy Emblem flashed in Lilith's palm: "This is your recruiting planet after all."
"Then where does brother plan to go?" Ryan asked curiously. Angron would definitely not return to the empire.
"I plan to explore outside the galaxy to see if there are any new gains." Angron put down his wine glass: "I will come back if you need me."
"Has Chaos really been defeated?" Russ asked casually: "I mean this world."
"At least within a thousand or two thousand years, there will be no more chaos portals in this world." Ryan drank the wine: "Lilith will raise Ulthuan from the bottom of the sea again."
"So... what did that guy release before he died? The one that was thrown into the crack?" Fulgrim still vividly remembers the last scene of that duel.
"That is his inheritance, as well as the original power of Chaos." Ryan smiled and said: "I have purified it, and it no longer includes the corruption of Chaos and his own hatred. If we are lucky, we might be able to witness it.
The birth of another supreme being like a father, but that’s another story.”
Several Primarchs nodded. Fulgrim saw the round-bellied Veronica sitting down with the support of two witch apprentices, telling everyone the story of her and Ryan, and the Knight Queen Surya was finally pregnant.
The second baby is being entertained by the equally pregnant Tsarina Katarin and the spring goddess Morgiana, who is holding a swaddle in both hands.
Singing a song, it was her and Ryan's child. It was just born and was crying. Morgiana, who had always had a bad temper, was very patient in breastfeeding the child. After the breastfeeding, the goddess of the spring's face turned red and her body became weak.
, walked to Ryan in a few steps, sat down against him, almost collapsed on him, and gently rubbed Ryan's neck.
Aurora and Teresa were pushing a pink and jade car, with a baby under one year old sitting in it.
Emilia and Sylvia were swordfighting together. They saw Fulgrim looking at them and waving their hands. Emilia was lively and Sylvia was steady.
Thinking of this, Fulgrim couldn't help but feel a little envious. The Primarch of the Emperor's Son knew that after this cocktail party, everyone would part ways. Ryan would stay in this world for a while, but the time for the other three Primarchs to leave had arrived.
.
"Let's sit there for a while longer. If we don't ask for three days and three nights, at least we can have a good drink today." As if he saw what Fulgen was thinking, Russ picked up the wine glass.
"Just listen to you, brother. We have witnessed a lot of history, participated in major events again and again, and accomplished so many achievements. It's time to get drunk and take a good rest." Ryan picked up the wine glass.
, the relief of letting go of the burden, the emptiness of completing the mission, everything is in the toast.
"Cheers!"
This is not the end, just a new beginning.
In the dark and profound future, there is still endless war waiting for them.