Dante was a little confused.
Hadn't his soul returned to the Throne? How could he still hear voices?
He ignored it and sank back into silence, enjoying that rare peace and calm.
This time, he had to retire. No one could stop him!
Knock, knock, knock~
Suddenly, another knocking sound rang beside Dante's ear, and the voice that followed grew clearer and clearer—and very familiar.
There was also the faint sense of a searing light spreading over him.
"Huh, Old Ding, you're here too? Wake up." The familiar voice spoke like that.
It was The Savior.
Dante drew in a deep breath.
He slowly opened his eyes and saw The Savior dressed in a white robe, wearing a laurel crown, with a golden halo hanging behind his head.
Behind that Emperor of Mankind, he could even see the Golden Throne wreathed in light, so holy it seemed beyond words.
More importantly, the other party had also appeared in the form of a soul.
Dante's pupils shook violently. The Savior, the Emperor of Mankind, had come down too?!
He felt fear, and his voice was even hoarse. "Your Majesty, why—why have you come to the Throne? Who killed you?
Did the Imperium lose this war?!"
He could not believe it. He had never expected The Savior to die just like him and have his soul return to the Throne.
For the Galaxy and the Imperium, that was undoubtedly a terrifying disaster!
"Hey, don't say something so unlucky. I'm not dead. I just came over to see what was going on.
I heard you wanted to skip work and retire?"
Ron frowned and waved his hand as he said this.
He had merely sensed the souls of the Blood Angels slipping away, so he used the authority of the Warp to protect