"Don't kill Clone Magnus."
Lightning descending from the sky annihilated the vast number of Gland Hounds surging in from the weaker section of the defensive line.
Qin Mo, his raised hand still wreathed in fading arcs of electricity, repeated his order not to kill Clone Magnus.
"I didn't kill him. I merely knocked him unconscious."
Though unable to understand why the Lord of Iron had immediately repeated his command not to kill Magnus, the Scholar complied. It was an order from the Father of Creation.
Eisenhorn, standing nearby, could not understand either.
But after considering the information he had, he was suddenly shocked, followed by wild delight.
"Clone Magnus can sit on the Throne in the Emperor's place too, can't he?" Eisenhorn asked.
Qin Mo was first surprised that Eisenhorn had thought that far ahead.
Then he remembered that Eisenhorn was no ordinary man. Though he had yet to become one of the greatest Inquisitors, his adventures had given him knowledge of many things.
For instance, that the Emperor had once intended for Magnus to sit upon the Golden Throne.
But setting information aside, Qin Mo faced Eisenhorn, whose face showed no expression even as his entire body trembled with excitement.
Faced with the expectation of the Inquisitor he respected most.
Qin Mo could only shake his head helplessly. "Magnus may be able to sit on a device like the Throne, but the Emperor can never come down."
Eisenhorn's passion and anticipation were doused as though by a basin of cold water.
Like a prairie fire caught in a sudden downpour, they were snuffed out in an instant.
The hope flaring up and vanishing so suddenly caused Eisenhorn immense pain.
It was even more painful than when he had rolled Bekun's consciousness back to before they met, then regretted