People who have never seen a corpse rot will also have some rough imagination about its shape - the most intuitive one is the term "rot". But in fact, there are many states of decay.

Decay after death is just one of them. The more terrifying thing is the decay that happens to people who are about to die but are not dead yet. The dead don't care whether they are in pain, but the people who are still alive can feel the gradual increase in vitality.

The horror of disappearance.

Just like what Sanguinius saw before him.

A living, rotting corpse—living before their eyes, in a place that was far from a throne.

His thin body was curled up in the middle of the so-called throne. The remaining skinny muscles became sticky, and the sticky juice seeped out from the gaps between the bones and muscles.

The skin that had been lost long ago was obviously unable to assume the function of protecting them. His nerves were beating weakly, and judging from the mutilated pieces of flesh barely hanging on his skinny body, it was obvious that his internal organs had long since shrunk and weathered.

The acrid rotten smell was masked by the burning candle, but Sanguinius could still smell it. He could also hear the monotonous beeping of the instruments, and the thick and complicated cables spreading from beneath the Golden Throne.

, inserted into his mutilated and corrupted body, maintaining his life.

A person who is about to die but not yet dead.

A dying man.

Ah, this is really a wonderful meeting. Master, long time no see. I noticed that you did not come alone this time...

The rotting corpse on the throne shook the air with spiritual energy, simulating his original voice, and even had a slight smile on it.

He did not directly choose to use psychic communication, but chose this more laborious method, perhaps because the sound of psychic communication was too cold.

He didn't want to use this voice to talk to them.

"Long time no see, Your Majesty." The mage saluted gracefully. "You seem to be in good condition?"

The dying man shook the air with his spiritual energy and burst into laughter.

Your sense of humor is really different from ordinary people, how can I be said to have improved in my situation?

"At least I hope you can get better, please forgive my lame joke... I don't know how to start this conversation, so do you want me to introduce it to you?"

I think, no need, mage. Although I no longer have the ability to see, I can still recognize their appearance... Psychics are really convenient. Alas. I reflected on my mistakes, but I no longer have them.

A chance to redeem yourself.

Well, hello, Vulkan, Chagatai, Sanguinius.

Vulkan stared at him for a while, and then looked away without saying a word. The lines on both sides of his cheeks were extremely tight, and the operation of his masseter muscles showed that he was torturing his teeth.

As for Chagatai, he slowly performed the Eagle Salute, not knowing what to say at all.

He tried his best to suppress his emotions with reason. He kept telling himself that this was not 'my father', but in half a minute, his reason and emotions would be completely mixed.

Sanguinius felt as if his nerve endings were burning with pain. He turned pale and lowered his head, not knowing whether to spit out that familiar name. In the end, he did not call him 'Father', but instead adopted a listening method.

It should not be used as a title between father and son.

"...Hello, Your Majesty."

It's a distant title...but I accept it, Sanguinius. Please relax, Vulkan, there is no need for you to feel sad about what happened to me. I am not your real father after all.

Hetai...ah, you are still sober, isn't it painful?

The Lord of the Fire Dragon raised his head, his dark face was unruffled, but his teeth were clattering. It was doubtful whether he would bite them into pieces completely.

Khan almost let out a whimper from his throat - but he didn't.

He endured it.

After all, I am not him, I am a similar person... Children, please allow me to call you this. Please forgive my gaffe, I did not protect you here. So...ah

, Master, my rotten tear glands have actually caused some pain, and this is all your fault.

The man who was about to die made a little joke and sighed deliberately, but his exposed remaining muscles that were originally the vocal cords jumped a little at this moment. Although he claimed to be "similar"

People', but still call them children.

The mage didn't speak, he just twitched the corner of his mouth, and the expression seemed to be an unformed smile.

This seems to be more than just a joke.

This body seems to have not forgotten its instincts, but the extraordinary vitality that once surged endlessly is now completely gone - just as Chaos said, the emperor of mankind has completely become a rotten corpse, dying slowly

,on one's last legs.

His noble form has been completely destroyed, with no possibility of return.

Sanguinius learned these truths in a flash, and vaguely glimpsed through similar thoughts the hidden emotions of this dying man - for example, the boundless pain hidden behind his soft voice.

The angel of Baal realized something clearly at this moment.

He is their father.

Although he is in another world, and although the history is completely different, he is just like the father Sanguinius knew, accustomed to hiding his pain. But he is more honest, at least he will not really bury his feelings.

See yourself as a tool and everyone else as a tool.

He couldn't say which of the two was better, but he knew that both suffered the same pain. Whether it was hiding or releasing, whether it was gentle or cold, they both suffered exactly the same pain.

Is it really destined that someone will betray you? Is there really no way for human beings to get rid of this established curse and misfortune?

Thousands of chaotic thoughts swept through, and the original body's extraordinary brain was operating, but not to calculate gains and losses or benefits in the war. Instead, as a son of man, he was suffering from the pain of his father.

Then, he caught one of his thoughts.

Father, have you ever been in such pain?

Sanguinius bit the tip of his tongue thoughtfully and let the blood gush out, hoping to wake himself up. But he had no way to do this. His reason and emotion were separated, and both

is constantly surging.

Sanguinius began to think, thought with pain.

Why are you just unwilling to be honest with us? We can share your responsibility, and of course we can share your pain... But you don't want to say anything. Unlike him, he can at least...

...Allow my exploration. Father, Father...

The angel's body trembled.

Then, a strange but familiar spiritual energy handed over a message.

The dying man used spiritual energy to touch him gently, which contained a message that only the archangels could hear.

He and I are different, don't blame him. Our personalities are slightly different, but the love is the same. He just hides it. He loves you, Sanguinius. He loves you all.

, but he was bound by something, and now, that restraint has disappeared.

how about you?

Sanguinius's mood did not improve.

He didn't know why, but he felt an extremely strong sadness at this moment. His heart was gripped by some emotion, and he was falling hard. He had been mentally prepared before coming here, thinking that he would not lose his composure.

However, psychological preparation is vulnerable to the cruel reality.

He lowered his head, not wanting others to see his reddish eyes. Physically, he was still able to cry.

This may be a gift.

Human beings should not lose the right to cry.

"Let's get to the point, Your Majesty."

The mage glanced at the three original subjects with different but complicated emotions, spoke softly, and changed the subject: "Is there anything strange about her?"

At least I didn't notice it... Maybe it's because I'm too weak. I can't give you an exact answer, but she probably hasn't noticed your arrival yet. This is an opportunity.

"Yes, this is an opportunity. But I don't intend to let it go. Some things have to be done sooner or later. Your Majesty, you have not forgotten my promise, right?"

Of course I will never forget it. A mage from another world promised to save us... This thing is really amazing, almost like a fairy tale.

The corpse laughed again, and his emotions seemed not to be disturbed by his miserable appearance at all. After the laughter ended, his voice became a little serious.

However, I don’t want you to do something risky. I can see that there is something wrong with your soul and body. This is not the world you are familiar with, and many things are very different. If you are too aggressive, you may lose everything.

Ah, Master. Please be more careful.

"I will, but at least I have to fulfill part of my promise first."

The mage smiled, and Chagatai keenly noticed that the smile he used was completely different from his usual relaxed look.

The Chogorian clenched his fists.

Do you want to do it again? You have sacrificed so much and still feel it is not enough? No...

He wanted to refute, but he couldn't think of a reason to speak.

But someone can.

Please forgive my directness, but, Master, what do you want to do? You borrowed my Angron, but you also brought back a completely different one. Although he is not very stable, he has a youthful vitality.

..... He has already taken back some worlds for mankind. Your promise is taking effect. Don't be anxious. We still have plenty of time.

The voice of the dying man actually sounded a little anxious.

"I'm just going to do what I need to do, Your Majesty. It's not an adventure - it's just a debt collection. The Dark Gods and their minions will eventually be punished for every crime they commit against humanity.

They owe a lot of blood debt, and I am the one collecting the debt. I will avenge them... This is my intention."
To be continued...