The Sun King's Evidence

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The entire audience was silent, and no one thought that this battle would be decided by such a result.

Everyone was expecting a wonderful spell showdown, but what they were looking forward to was not a spell showdown in which the winner would be decided in just ten seconds.

It seemed that Thanus-Gehrman only had time to release a Pyroblast and prepare three rounds of Flame Skull before he was turned into a gold-plated statue by Gelt.

Suddenly, an idea popped into the minds of all the viewers.

Could this match be a fake match?

However, the audience quickly dismissed this idea.

There are many ways to fight against match-fixing. If the match-fixing is really fought, it is possible that Gehrt will use some method or promise to make Gehrman give up the competition for the position of the royal chief wizard, but he will never use this kind of magic to fight head-on. Way.

Casting spells is risky! No one can guarantee that there will be no accidents. In this level of magic duel, if you are not careful, you will die on the spot. As long as Galt and Gehrman are smarter, they will not use this method to fake the match.

So, since it’s not a match-fixing, then it’s true?

Galt really defeated Gehrman with a big spell!

This is really shocking. As we all know, once the strength of a mortal reaches the Saint Realm level, it will complete some kind of qualitative change. Every Saint Realm level strongman will have a special kind of personality that is completely his own. Ability, and for a duel at the sanctuary level, it is easy to defeat the opponent, but very difficult to kill the opponent. But judging from the current situation, Herman has been turned into a gold-plated statue, and everyone has even I don’t even know if he is still alive!

Archbishop Vicmar's face was a bit ugly. Galt becoming the royal chief wizard was not what he wanted to see, but now, he had no choice but to deal with the result. Seeing that Galt actually solved Gelt with one move. Man, Vicmar thought to himself that Gelt was really suspicious. He had nothing to do with Gelt now, but he would definitely send out battle priests and demon hunters to check him out afterwards.

On the other side, Emperor Karl-Franz stood up happily and clapped vigorously. He came down from the main stand and said loudly: "It seems that the victory has been decided! Let us congratulate the new royal chief wizard, our grand master. Alchemist, Belshazer-Gelt!”

"Congratulations!" The crowd at the scene became louder and louder. Although they could not witness a wonderful magic showdown, Galt's more than ten years of management were somewhat useful, and his supporters were also numerous.

The metal wizards of the Alchemy School even shouted out Galt's name enthusiastically, including shouts of "for the emperor!" "for the Imperium of Man" and "for the holy Terra".

Ryan, Emilia, and Sulia all applauded. Emilia clearly supported Galt, because Nuer's Black Lady and Nuer Military Factory both have alliances with Galt, and Galt is also a little Fu. Redrick's magic mentor, Ryan, secretly supported him. As for Sulia, who had no position, the female knight applauded when she saw her husband applauding.

"Congratulations, Galt." Karl Franz came to the great alchemist and said with a smile: "You are the new owner of Wolan's Staff. From now on, you are the chief wizard of the royal family. The Supreme Dean of the Imperial Academy of Wizards.”

"It's an honor, my Majesty." The great alchemist was a little excited. It would be a lie to say that Galt didn't want to be the royal chief wizard. After realizing his lifelong dream, Galt couldn't suppress his excitement. He lowered his head. , expressed obedience to the emperor.

Karl-Franz did not immediately hand over the Staff of Woland to Gehrt. The emperor cast his eyes worriedly on the ring: "Tell me, Gehrt, is Gehrman... okay?"

"It's okay." Gehrt knew that the emperor was worried about the safety of the great wizard of the flame-based holy realm. After all, Herman was a veteran of three dynasties who had served the empire since the time of Emperor Karl's grandfather, Emperor Leopold, and had also served for two times. As the chief wizard of the royal family, although Karl-Franz didn't like Herman a little, he would never want anything to happen to him. The empire already lacked strong men of the holy realm who could shock the world.

The great alchemist chanted a spell, and how did Hermann, whose whole body was turned into a gold-plated statue, turn into a golden statue? How did he return to flesh and blood? The arrogant Sernus Hermann just now recovered. At this time , the Supreme Dean of Flame Academy was still unwilling to admit his failure: "This...how is it possible..."

Before he finished speaking, Gehrman, who had lost all his magic power, rolled his eyes and passed out on the stage. It seemed that in the next few months, the great wizard of the holy realm would have to take a good rest.

The emperor breathed a sigh of relief. He no longer hesitated, took the Staff of Wolan from the hands of the attendant, and handed it to Galt: "Then, one last congratulations to you, Galt. Do you still remember our agreement? ?”

The emperor was talking about the agreement he made with Galt eleven years ago after defeating the barbarian army on the Nordic coast. He expressed his hope that Galt could become the royal chief wizard.

"Of course I remember, Your Majesty." Geert nodded, took the Staff of Wolan and knelt down on one knee.

Volan is the first royal chief wizard. For all mages, the symbol of authority that inherits his mantle is his development, which can make the wind of magic surrender to the user! It can not only greatly reduce the basic probability of spell errors, but also increase the storage capacity of the magical wind. At critical moments, Wolan's Staff can even absorb an astonishing amount of magic power to the user in a short period of time!

"I hope you will not forget your original intention and keep your mission in mind!" Karl-Franz nodded.

"yes!"

At this point, the Night of Thousand Laws came to an end in an informal way, and the imperial capital returned to its former peace.

Ryan and others began to prepare to leave for Noor.

…………I am the dividing line that keeps the mission in mind…………

At the same time, pass through the super-large eternal warp storm surrounding the entire planet.

Prime Material Universe, Holy Terra, Royal Palace, Throne Room.

The entire throne room, which is wide, deep and shrouded in golden light, still maintains its original appearance. Countless mechanical priests and monks are working hard to maintain the operation of the Golden Throne. The air is filled with the smell of ozone, and hundreds of cables are connected. Golden Throne, many cables erupting with sparks and glitching sounds.

The ground in front of the Golden Throne is very empty. Except for some patrolling Imperial Guards and armed servitors, there are no people here. This is a very rare thing for Holy Terra, an already extremely crowded planet.

The long years have made Magnus, the Primarch of the Thousand Sons, somewhat unable to remember what the Holy Terra he saw during the Great Crusade looked like. His memory is sometimes clear and sometimes blurry. Magnus can feel I realized that there was still some kind of darkness lurking deep in my heart. In this darkness, I could hear the angry roars and curses of Tzeentch. The God of Darkness seemed to be condemning the Lord of Humanity for taking away his favorite toy. In a short time, After his curse, Tzeentch will once again try to seduce Magnus and bring him back into his arms.

It's a pity that Magnus has been a demon prince for Tzeentch for ten thousand years. He is very clear about Tzeentch's little tricks. He knows that Tzeentch's promise may not be a lie, but the evil god will never behave in the way that believers hope. Fulfilling his wish, at least Magnus can control himself for now. He closed his eyes, and the whispers of the evil god quickly disappeared - in the golden light of Holy Terra, in the extremely orderly phalanx of order. , Tzeentch has only a very small chance of reaching here.

Just above the Golden Throne, Magnus closed his eyes and controlled the operation of this machine. He often dreamed back to the days and nights of Prospero's burning, and saw his children being slaughtered, over and over again. , every time at the end of the illusion, Leman Russ's ugly face would appear in Magnus's illusion.

Sure enough, the person I hate the most is him.

Similarly, after sitting on the golden throne, Magnus began to understand the glorious achievements of the former imperial prime minister Malcador, because the emperor also worked in the throne room, and the lord of mankind has always been the leader of this huge empire. The undisputed master, he is the only one who can solve all problems. He can suppress the over-expanded authority of the Inquisition, negate the decisions made by the High Lords Council in one sentence, and stop the worst cruelty of the Gray Knights or Dark Angels. Ruthless, or the endless tirade between Lorgar and the Imperial Church, only the Emperor and the former Malcador were capable of handling these.

If Magnus was willing to be honest, he might tell his godlike father that he now understood Malcador's great achievements, which Magnus had witnessed firsthand in just a few years of sitting on the Golden Throne. The arrival of countless people, the Primarch, the Space Marine Chapter Master, the President of the Executive Yuan, the Holy Father of the Ecclesiarchy, the Sage of the Mechanicus, the representative of the Inquisition, the commander of the Astra Militarum, the special envoy of the Ministry of Justice, the special envoy of the Navigator, and the chairman of the Astronomical Academy , the Assassin Court envoys, the Imperial Navy admirals, the Imperial Guard generals, the political commissars of the College of Loyalty, the battle sisters who worshiped the Emperor, the Rogue Trader dynasty commanders with trade licenses, the Emperor's Custodes who completed their missions, and those of the Empire Chamber of Commerce spokesperson and so on and so forth.

Wave after wave of these people came to the throne room endlessly, making their own requests and suggestions to the Emperor. Some were vital, some were worthless. Countless matters needed to be handled and assisted by the Emperor. The Inquisition and the Council of High Lords carry his will wherever the light of the Star Torch still shines.

The Inquisition sees the Emperor's return as an opportunity for them to make progress and further standardize the code of conduct, while the High Lords Council sees the Emperor's return as a guarantee for them to regain power. The Imperial Ecclesiarchy is plotting something and sniffing. There is no doubt that they must obey the emperor's will to gain opportunities for profit, but this does not mean that they do not have their own ideas.

The Emperor has always handled all this calmly and coldly. His Excellency Guilliman, the Imperial Regent, is currently on the Indomitus Crusade. Things must be handled by him. The Lord of Mankind never seems to see a trace of fatigue. Time is in the throne room. It seems to have lost its meaning.

But finally, after an unknown amount of time passed, the Lord of Humanity temporarily finished handling everything at hand, and stared at a report with a cold face: "Is it harassing you again?"

"I'm used to it." Magnus opened his eyes. He knew what the emperor was saying: "It feels like telling a joke. It's quite interesting. I used to be annoyed, but now I'm looking forward to what it will say next time."

"Tzeentch, you can always come up with something new for me." The Lord of Mankind didn't say anything more. He just stood like this and took out a bottle of wine from the freezer of the nearby stasis field to have a drink. If anyone Recognize it, the wine is printed with the coat of arms of the Duke of Winford's family "White Horse" and the name of the wine "Lysalus".

This emperor's special wine is now the top luxury product in the entire Holy Terra. No one knows whether it is the best-tasting wine, but it is the emperor's favorite, and that is enough.

In addition to the Primarch, there are currently only three people who have received a bottle of this wine as a reward when they met the Emperor, namely Commissar Sebastian Yarrick, Commissar Abram Gunter and Kai Commissar Faas-Kane.

It is worth mentioning that the first two political commissars drank Xie En immediately after accepting the reward. Only political commissar Kaifas Kane called a group of his friends to taste it together, and even had the audacity to sell a small amount. Give the cup to the wandering merchants who come here because of its fame.

This guy was almost caught and burned by the Ecclesiarchy and the Sisters of Battle. Even though the Emperor said that it was Commissar Kane's own business to deal with the reward, the entire Ecclesiarchy and the Sisters were still itching to hate him for this matter.

Magnus licked his lips: "Father, can you give me a drink?"

"You can only drink this." The Emperor picked up a can of green drink from the table.

The cylindrical jar was thrown directly towards Magnus. It was stopped by the psychic power of the Thousand Sons not far from the Golden Throne. Magnus took the jar and took a look.

"Green Taurus canned liquid boosting supplement functional drink (Trial version of the Adeptus Mechanicus) to build up your muscles!"

"This is... a new work of the Cult of Mechanicus?" Magnus looked at the "Golden Bull" pattern with six legs, two tails and four corners on the jar. The Red Son hesitated for a long time whether to drink it, so he simply read the words on the jar. Again: "The only liquid refreshing drink designated by the Ministry of Military Affairs! All-natural ingredients! Provides a healthy energy boost! Delicious and kill enemies, feel the blessing brought by the name of the Emperor!"

After thinking about it for a long time, Magnus always felt that something would happen if he drank too much. He put the jar aside and shook his head sarcastically: "It must not be a good thing, father. If there is a good thing, you will only think about Ryan." , not us.”

"Jonson tried it and he liked it very much." The Emperor held the "Regiment Banner" in his hand, and the Lord of Mankind was reading the newspaper: "The difference is that the Green Taurus he drank was imported from Angron. Made from cow’s milk.”

"Angron..." Who knew that Magnus would complain dissatisfiedly when he heard Angron's name: "Father, why do you let Angron be an old farmer in Ryan? Now is the time. When you need someone!"

Emotions of envy and jealousy rippled through the throne room.

"A disobedient Angron? A brainless and reckless man?" The emperor looked indifferent: "The role he can play is not even comparable to that of an ordinary Imperial Guard!"

Magnus raised his eyebrows. He wanted to ask again, but the Emperor had no intention of continuing on this issue: "I'll give you another chance to ask two more questions, Magnus."

"...Then can you tell me what you talked about with the Eldar Death God and Guilliman's Eldar wife?" Magnus thought about it carefully and asked quickly: "Also, Xi Lego, the Laughing God of the Eldar, I can sense that you are talking to Him in the webway!"

The Emperor's Guards who were on alert immediately glared at Magnus. Compared to Magnus, the Emperor's Guards obviously favored Robert Guilliman's abilities. It can also be said that they hated Magnus the most.

"No, and Magnus, after being a demon prince for Tzeentch for ten thousand years, your brain is really damaged. These are two problems, not one." The emperor cast his gaze back and forth in the air Servant: "One more question."

"Ha~" Magnus thought to himself that you, a bastard father with an emotionless soul, deserved to sit on the golden throne for ten thousand years.

The Primarch of the Thousand Sons no longer hoped that the Emperor could answer his question, but instead thought about how to disgust his father.

"Father, congratulations to you, your eldest grandson is born~" Magnus sat on the golden throne and said with a smile: "You don't even want to go and see? Your grandson also calls the alien god mother~ Hahahahaha~ What does the great God Emperor think of this? Don’t you think that alien god is crazy?”

The Emperor's Custodes stationed in Llane's territory regularly report news about Llane to the Lord of Mankind. Last time, they sent a picture of a baby. This picture is now framed and placed in the throne room. The Emperor occasionally I will look at the portrait of the baby in trance for a few seconds, and then continue working.

"...Magnus, if you want to anger me, then I can only tell you that you have failed." Unexpectedly, the emperor still maintained a calm and cold expression.

"I want you to answer the question, father!" Magnus was really angry: "You haven't answered me yet!"

"If I plan to kill her, I have countless opportunities to do it." The Emperor spoke, and he looked at Magnus: "That time was just an intimidation and threat. I never planned to kill her from beginning to end. I want to know The reason? Magnus?"

"Of course, father!" Magnus could feel that the initiative of the conversation had returned to the Emperor's side. He thought about this damn old man, but he couldn't help but be curious.

"Because I discovered..."

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