This purification process took quite a few hours. During the process, Magnus woke up many times, but Angran would always make him 'fall asleep' once more.
After a few hours, the purification was complete. Magnus finally turned from a five-foot-tall demon prince into the original Thousand Seed Gene Prototype. His height had shrunk greatly, and all traces of his corruption had disappeared.
What was even more obvious was that his head was full of bumps. His face was so swollen that it was unrecognizable.
Laing panted. He took out a towel and wiped the blood off his face. "Father, Magnus' situation is different from Brother Angelang's. I can purify his body after he became a demon, and I can also change his soul. But under Tzeentch's influence, his way of thinking has been permanently and irreversibly changed."
"I understand, but it doesn't matter." After hearing Laing's words, the king's face turned cold. His tone showed that he didn't care. "It doesn't matter."
Laing saw this and didn't say anything else.
"Ah! It hurts! It hurts! " The two of them were about to say something when Magnus, who was lying on the stone floor, suddenly screamed. He tried to touch his face with his hand, and his screams became louder. "Ah! It hurts! My head hurts! "
"Relax, brother. This is the aftereffect of the purification." Angelang calmly put down the big hammer and walked over to Magnus with a grin. "It'll be fine in a moment."
“f**k！ Angelang! Brother, do you think I didn't see it?! "Magnus cursed." You were the one who did it! "
"Is that so? You'd better think carefully about who did this to you. "Anglo picked up the big hammer again.
"Uh … that, I mean, I just finished being purified. My head is a bit dizzy. I was a bit delirious." Magnus barely managed to open his swollen eye. After his body had been reconstructed, his blind eye had recovered as well.
Noticing that the head of Angelang's big hammer was covered in his own blood, Magnus immediately admitted defeat. He laughed and tore at the wound on his face. "Ah! It hurts! "
"It seems that you are quite spirited, Magnus." The Emperor strode forward, icily arriving in front of Magnus. Seeing Magnus' face so swollen that it didn't even look human, the Emperor's expression seemed to change slightly.
Laing could feel that Emperor was smiling. He seemed to be in a good mood.
"Father, the God of Rotten Corpses on the golden throne? I didn't expect you to really have a way. " Magnus' tone was filled with confusion. It was as if he was rejoicing, but also as if he was unwilling. "You really can … change me back."
"How foolish, Magnus. You're like a clown, constantly being toyed with by fate. You've never understood why, nor have you learned anything from your failures." He looked at the weakened Magnus. "That's why you've always failed. You're foolish. Your impulsive instincts always make you do foolish things. Being tricked by Tzeentch into destroying the network was also a foolish thing. Ambushing Kiliman on the moon was also a foolish thing."
"Perhaps, Father. I've always been a toy to be toyed with, tossed around by you and Tzeentch like a rubber ball. I thought that I could escape this fate, but in the end, I was still toyed with by you two." Magnus tried, but found that his body was so weak that he could barely move. Thus, he gave up. "I don't have any other choice. I already told you what I wanted to say on the moon. You'll have your wolf pups kill us all. Tzeentch promised to help us solve the problem of the mutation, but in the end, Ahriman's scarlet letter turned 90% of the soldiers into dust."
"No matter what I choose, it's the wrong answer. No matter what I do, it's a foolish decision. Now tell me, Father. You changed me back to my original form. You brought me here. What do you want to do?" Magnus lay on the stone floor and said helplessly. "Aren't you worried that I'll betray you again? That I'll gather my army to destroy you again? "
"Ha. Tell me, Magnus. Are you as happy as you think you are as being Tzeentch's Demon Prince for the past ten thousand years?" The Emperor said calmly.
"That's true … I'm not happy at all. Tzeentch lied to me! I've been living a lie all this time! " Magnus thought of his own experience and said angrily, "Alright, I don't think I'll ever want to work for Tzeentch again."
"No matter what, Magnus, my brother, welcome back!" Anglo roared with laughter. He walked up and gave Magnus a big hug, completely ignoring Magnus' screams. "Aaaaaahhhhhhhh! It hurts! Don't use so much strength! "
"Damn it, Ankelon. So you're here. Khorne's Ironfire Demon Army is searching for you everywhere. He spread the word that whoever takes your head will immediately be promoted to Demon Prince and win the precious opportunity to take Kiliman's head." Magnus scratched his long red hair and sat up with Ankelon's help. "But you were actually turned back into your original form."
"This is my goal, Magnus. I want to gather all of your brothers again." The Emperor said to Magnus, "Fogen, Roga, Peturab, Mortarion … I will continue my great expedition until the entire Milky Way is once again ruled by humans."
"If that's the case, what I mean is, Father, if that's what you really think, I think, what does this have to do with me?" Magnus's eyes flashed. He seemed to have thought of that almost forgotten memory.
That memory from ten thousand years ago.
The hot-bloodedness and glory of the past, the brothers of the past, the children of the past, were all gone. All that was left was emptiness.
"Gray Knight Original Form, I need your help." At this moment, the Great Sage of the Automaton Faith, Belisarius -Cole, came in front of Laing. "About what you said last time …"
"Yes, I told you last time that I wanted to create a Gray Knight," Laing said in a low voice.
"Understood, understood," the Great Sage Cole said in an emotionless electronic voice. "But the production of a Gray Knight is very special. The brand-new original Black Star Warrior technology has been successfully tested on the Extreme Warrior. But whether or not it will work on a Gray Knight remains to be seen. I need to take some of your blood for research."
"Okay." Laing nodded. Then, a big needle came out of Cole's robe and pierced into Laing's body.
The Great Sage took 600 milliliters of blood from Laing's body before he stopped.
At this time, Magnus finally understood what had happened. Qianzi's gene prototype laughed and said, "Ha, I did not expect your prime minister to leave you with one last hope. Yes, you never trusted us. You only trusted him."
"That's because you guys are not reliable," the Great Sage coldly said. What a bunch of spoiled children, "the king coldly said.
"Uh …" Magnus's red eyes rolled around. He looked at Anglo's happy face and quietly said, "Um … Father, why don't I stay here? Laing needs a helper. A helper with witchcraft. I think I can do it. "
"You want to stay? No, no, Magnus. I have a more important mission for you. It involves the future of humanity. You will be the hero that protects humanity. " The king's expression changed. His face, which was full of miracles and light, seemed to be suppressing something.
"You will make me a general? Father? You will let me lead your Empire on a great expedition? " Magnus immediately thought of a possibility. The more Qianzi's gene prototype thought about it, the more he believed it was true. He thought that if his father could change his ways and make him a general, then he would be willing to serve his father again.
"You will know when you return with me." The king patted Magnus on the shoulder. His expression was very amiable. "This will definitely be a pleasant surprise."
"Fine." Magnus was tempted by his father's promise and gave up on his plans to stay.
The king patted Laing's head. "I'll leave the matters here to you. Laing, Anglo, I'll take Magnus back."
"Okay." Laing's face was rather pale after having over six hundred milliliters of blood extracted. He and Anglo both nodded.
And so, the king left with the Great Sage of the Machinery Faith, Karl, and the Red Son, Magnus, who had just recovered. After bidding farewell to the Imperial Guard, Laing and Anglo walked out of the cave and began to stroll through the snowy forest.
After taking a few steps, Anglo suddenly sighed. "Magnus is still as stupid as ever. He actually thought that Father would make him a general."
"Ha! Ha! Ha! It is always good to have dreams, Big Brother." Laing put his hands behind his back and laughed. "In fact, it will never be his turn."
"Yes. Father just wants someone who can replace him to maintain the star beacon and sit on the golden throne." Anglo laughed. "This is a pleasant surprise, but it is more of a pleasant surprise than a pleasant one."
"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!" The two geno prototypes laughed in the snow. They shook a lot of snow to the ground.
"Big Brother, it looks like we will have to find a way to make your weapon ourselves." Laing thought of another problem. "If we want to make a weapon like the power axe, we will need vibranium. Only the best material can make the weapon you want."
"I know, but where do we find vibranium?" Anglo nodded to show he understood.
"Vibranium … Most of the vibranium in the world is controlled by the dwarves. Even if there is a small amount circulating in the market, it is difficult for us to get it. First, we don't have enough financial resources. Second, a small amount of vibranium is not enough to make a battle axe of sufficient weight for my brother." Ryan frowned. He was still very concerned about Angelo's affairs.
"There is no rush, Brother. In fact, I have not recovered from being reborn. It will take me another seven or eight years." Anglo understood. He patted Laing on the shoulder and said, "Take your time. You should take care of your own business first. There is no need for me to rush."
"Thank you." Laing was touched.
"In this world, there are only two of us. We should help each other."
"Okay."
… …
In the following days, Laing focused on governing the territory. Under his rule, Baron Zeon's territory was full of business opportunities. It attracted a large number of free people to settle down. The workshops by the river began to flourish. Many leather workshops and textile workshops had officially started operations. The existence of the wood elves' trading post attracted countless merchants and nobles to trade. Every time the wood elves sent goods, they would sell out the next day. The wood elves also took the opportunity to obtain a large number of urgently needed materials, such as amber, ores, wood, and food for the winter (the wood elves basically did not farm).
It was now December, and the footsteps of the Winter Veil Festival were gradually approaching.
This was the first Winter Veil Festival that Laing celebrated since he came to this country.
Before the Winter Veil Festival, Laing gathered all his knights and courtiers for a year-end meeting. Those who attended the meeting included Laing's tax officer Gasparton, his butler Katzenberg, his four knights Lopes, Hex, Olivier, and Anglo, the person in charge of his wine manor Durand, his magic consultant Veronica, and the builder of the Church of Justice Chapel, Alfred Frey.
Unknowingly, he had already built up his own team.
In this year, he had done a lot of things. He had built up his territory, attracted investment, participated in the war of the knights, and became famous in this country. Many bards sang his poems. In less than a year after entering the Knight King's Kingdom, he had received a second-class iris badge and was promoted to a Knight Captain of the Holy Grail.
Many dukes had expressed their goodwill to him, but there were also many dukes who had a bad impression of him. For example, Duke Bereon thought that Laing had taken in a large number of free people from his fief, and Duke Pallavon was jealous of Laing's ability to trade with the wood elves.
"In the next year, I plan to recuperate, consolidate the foundation of our territory, ensure public security, train the army, and develop the business." Laing said at the year-end meeting, "Currently, the foundation of the Zeon Domain is not stable, and there are many conflicts between the locals and outsiders, so I don't plan to use troops in the near future."
Hearing Laing's plan, the knights were a little disappointed. War was the best way to promote, but his tax officer and butler were very happy. This was what they wanted.
After the meeting, Laing called out to his childhood friend with blond hair and blue eyes, "Ah Fu? Come to my castle for the Winter Veil Festival! "
"Ah! That's right, my good friend. In the past year that I've been in your territory, it's either you or I that have been busy, so we haven't had many chances to meet. No problem, I'll definitely come. "Alfreid nodded, still looking optimistic.
"Good!" Laing nodded. Butler Katzenberg suddenly came back. "My baron?"
"What's wrong? Katzenberg? "
"Her Highness Morgiana is here."
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