Angels flap their wings.

After more than two years, I have become quite proficient in mastering flying skills.

By vibrating her wings gently, she can control the strong wind in the most energy-saving way and sweep forward a long distance.

Rising mountains, broken cities, and endless deserts.

passed through her eyes.

She chased the fading light of the star and headed west.

As a warrior and leader, her state of mind could no longer remain calm, causing ripples, which then expanded into waves that could not be concealed.

The closer you get to that place.

The endless thoughts in her heart became more and more violent.

Even.

Many questions that I had never thought about popped up in my mind one by one.

Make her hesitate and feel uneasy.

What kind of attitude should she use to meet her father?

Warrior, angel, leader——

Or even a daughter?

Can what she did on Baobao satisfy her father?

After all, when the Emperor of Mankind comes to this land.

Mutants have still not been completely eradicated.

There are also her wings, her gender, and many other things that make her different from her brothers.

Are these places intentionally designed or are they accidental?

Endless thoughts fill your heart.

When she broke away from these thoughts, the figure of the human emperor had already appeared in her eyes.

He did not lead his own huge fleet.

Not even leading the Imperial Guard.

Alone.

Like a lonely traveler, standing on the cliff extending outward from the Anochian Mountain.

During the journey in search of an oasis, the convoy was stationed here.

Looking down.

It is the ruins of an industrial city.

The smell of sewage and rusty metal still permeates the air.

The dusty traveler heard the flapping of wings, turned his head, raised his hand and said hello.

The turbulent emotions inside the angel calmed down.

She took a deep breath.

He closed his wings, glided and landed lightly on the soft sand dunes, leaving a series of scratches.

She wears ceremonial armor and has a long sword in its scabbard.

She walked quickly.

Almost at a trot, he came to the side of the Lord of Humanity.

In the past two years or so, Sanguinius had thought about many scenes during the meeting. Huge battleships descended from the sky, covering the sky. Groups of Imperial Guards lined up and walked out of the landers like gods, tens of thousands of them.

Humans knelt on the ground and shed tears for the arrival of the Lord of Humanity.

Then she will kneel down.

Pledge allegiance.

This is a matter of course.

But the reality was completely different from every scenario Sanguinius had imagined.

This is an informal meeting, my daughter

The human emperor turned sideways and looked at his only daughter, his eyes lingering on the wings behind the angel for a moment.

His warm spiritual energy continues to echo in my heart: Only you and me will know about this meeting

"Father—"

Sanguinius spoke in Anokian.

She was not sure whether her father could understand the meaning, and then made a gesture with her long fingers.

The Lord of Man's psychic energy is full of emotions.

She can feel love, trust, caution, expectation... these emotions that cannot be accurately described in words are included.

No threat.

This gradually relaxed Sanguinius' nervous mood.

Although Sanguinius herself was very tall, the Emperor of Mankind was still a full head and a half taller than her.

This makes Angel look a little petite in front of her father.

She raised her head.

He looked at his father with searching eyes.

She saw it.

In my father's eyes, I saw many souls.

A boy holding his father's skull and decorating it with shells; a dying old man, hidden under his robe, wiggling his chapped lips; a knight in his prime, with a laurel wreath tied up his long black hair; a barbaric,

The strong warlord laughed wildly, his grinning teeth soaked with blood.

Finally——

It's a corpse.

A corpse imprisoned on a golden throne, twisted and roaring due to inhuman torture and pain.

Huge sadness poured out of my heart like a black tide.

Tears flowed down the cheeks.

Then she felt the warm touch, and a rough big hand wiped away the tears.

And then.

One by one, those illusions were shattered and disappeared from the angel's eyes.

Only the last tangible figure remains.

A man.

The waist is rickets and the skin is dark.

The temples are gray, the wrinkles are deep on the forehead, and there is an unconcealable tiredness in the eyes.

His body exudes the smell of metal and sweat, which reminds Angel of workers, farmers, and laborers.

The first person to enter space was a farmer’s son.

Over tens of thousands of years, everything humankind has ever had was shaped by this group of people.

"Are you going to die?"

She grabbed her father's hand, her voice trembling like never before.

"It's not important"

The Emperor said: "What matters is whether the destiny of mankind can continue."

A strong hot wind blew and carried fine gravel, and the angel instinctively raised its wings to block it.

She saw her father looking thoughtfully at the wings behind her. When he tried to reach out and touch them, the angel instinctively opened the wings.

He began walking around Sanguinius.

A rough big hand stretched out and gently touched the angel's wings from top to bottom.

When the emperor walked into the blind spot, the angel's body began to tremble nervously and uneasily.

"Am I a mutant?" Sanguinius looked into his father's eyes.

There is a desperate determination in his eyes.

"You are my daughter"
To be continued...