Chapter 1711: Chapter 972: Divine Abomination
The sudden betrayal by the Navy Marine Corps was clearly premeditated.
They had made up their minds to act this way.
All their previous cooperation and obedience were just a facade.
But if it was just a betrayal, perhaps the issue wouldnât be so big.
With the Navy already loyal, the forces under Robertâs command were already enough to sweep across the planetâs surface.
p>Especially after his ground troops had firmly grasped the lunar surface, he could continue to deploy more ground forces. With the support and assistance of the vast Imperial Navy Fleet, even if the entire Moon Guard joined the betrayal with the Navy Marine Corps, it would not affect the bigger picture.
However, the most concerning aspect wasnât the betrayal itself, but the sacrificial array they had stolen.
What was that sacrificial array used for? Why was it worth such a huge sacrifice from the Navy Marine Corps? The dead were a secondary concern; more importantly, they gave up a great opportunity to secretly stay by Robertâs side.
If they had continued to remain hidden, they could have been among the first to defect to Robertâs Holy Terra forces. Later on, if they could keep hiding, they could, at some critical moment, spring a major surprise.
Especially when the report from the frontline described the demons and Chaos Cultists disguised as Navy Marine Corps, Robert was able to correlate with the knowledge he had crammed, and deduce that it was probably the so-called âJianqi Cultâ.
The followers under this Evil God have always been adept at scheming. Their nature inclined them toward long-term covert operations.
And the reason they hadnât done so likely indicated one thing â the array they stole itself bore great conspiracy, representing the so-called âcritical momentâ.
While commanding his troops, Robert personally set out with his closest guard to thwart the enemyâs operations.
Although he acted immediately, time was too tight, and he might not make it in time. On the way, he contemplated what exactly heâd have to face next.
He was already preparing for the worst-case scenario.
However, when faced with it, he still stood in shock, unable to believe his eyes â
A terrifying giant, with a single eye, nine horns adorning its head, demon wings on its back, and red-purple skin swirling with countless witching eyes...
How could Robert bring himself to believe that such a dreadful entity was actually one of his brothers?
Magnus... had turned into this?
This Son of the Emperor, once a Son of God and Father of Genetics of the Wise Manâs Legion, had now become a âScion of Godâ!
Robert knew that many of his brothers became traitors. He had fought against many of them and seen their detestable forms.
No matter how much he loathed their betrayal, the bond of kinship once shared still lingered.
It was because of this kinship that the betrayal felt so profound and heartbreaking.
In general, when they first betrayed ten thousand years ago, even if their souls had fallen apart, at least outwardly they still bore some semblance of âhumanityâ.
Magnus was one of the âbrothersâ Robert had not seen since betraying. He hadnât expected that, upon awakening from the static field ten thousand years later, the first brother he would see appeared like this.
His face was awash with mixed emotions: sadness, grief, hatred, rage... strange in its assembly.
Magnus, however, appreciated his demeanor greatly.
He seemed to want to greet his brother of ten thousand years with an open mouth.
But instead, he was met with Robertâs rapid attack, blasting a fierce blow!
The Regent King had no intention of exchanging any dialogue, charging forward while firing fiercely.
The praised traits of Robert, such as reason, wisdom, and caution... were all thrown out at that moment.
Pain and anger consumed his heart; all he saw was his fallen brother before his eyes. The flames ignited by the Emperorâs Sword exemplified his inner fury.
This wasnât the first time such an event happened. Whenever he calmed down, he would always regret his impulsiveness, realizing there were more rational and efficient solutions. However, in the face of incidents capable of stirring major emotional upheavals, he consistently lost control.
Time and again, when sensitive triggers came about, he plunged into anger and sorrow.
Commonly referred to as being âhot-headedâ.
Once hot-headed, he wouldnât care, longing just for a bloodbath to the end.
Despite his genetic progeny trying repeatedly to restrain him, he wouldnât heed them.
So what else could be done?
His numerous progeny had no choice but to hastily follow.
While Robert charged ahead, his focus on the demonized brother, his progeny paved the way at the sides.
Those trying to block him, attempting to overwhelm him with sheer numbers, faced staunch resistance from the Infinite Warriors.
And âScion of Godâ and Demon Prince Magnus, seemed eager for a proper meeting with his brother.