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In response to the envoy's question, Casca replied.
"I'd like to invite you all to see a play."
Interlese delegation: "?"
......
"It's a drama, but it's a crucial moment between our two sides, so how could it be—"
"Please sit down and relax. You don't need to worry about the rest."
Casca's tone became somewhat aggressive.
After nearly a day of dealing with government affairs, suddenly a pony I absolutely had to keep appeared, brandishing a dagger and swaggering around, saying that this wasn't Carlos, but the Imperial Double-Headed Eagle...
......hiss.
Casca felt a headache coming on.
After gritting his teeth and leading everyone to the spacious seats in the Phoenix Grand Theatre, Casca turned towards Magnus.
“Magnus, I still have some questions for you. Answer me right here and don’t lie.”
Although Kasgar is not the Primarch, his aura at this moment is definitely superior to Magnus's.
Magnus felt the same way as his imperial father.
He was still the kind of emperor who was in a state of absolute rage.
"When you first came here, you said the spirit of the centaur would guide you, but who was actually calling you to Interles?"
"Uh... it's the spirit of the Imperial Double-Headed Eagle, but there's a reason for that, listen to me—"
"That's enough, no need to say more."
Kaska interrupted him: "Then what else did he make you do? Nothing besides stealing the dagger?"
"No, friend, what's going on? Are you saying that the Empire's double-headed eagle is actually a bad thing?"
Casca: "......"
“I don’t want to say much, Magnus.”
"If you ever see this blue two-headed bird in the future, just attack it with your maximum spiritual power, okay?"
"But it—"
"But you (a very vulgar Guterra profanity)! Does it have 'I'm a big bad guy' written on its forehead?! Ah!!"
Casca really couldn't take it anymore.
I really, really can't take it anymore.
"Is your brain completely (Gutaira swear words)?"
"You (very filthy ancient Terran profanity), do you mean that (very filthy ancient Terran profanity) chaotic warp beings, when (very filthy ancient Terran profanity) were present, would still give—"
"Stop it, friend." It was Ahriman who stepped in and stopped Casca from continuing to berate Magnus.
"All of this is new to us, and we are able to know from the beginning which warp spirits are accessible, such as the centaur spirits."
"And those, like that blue double-headed eagle, are malevolent beings."
"If our actions have caused terrible consequences, please allow me to apologize to you on behalf of the Primarch."
He bowed in the direction of Casca.
Although he didn't understand why pointing out that the other party had used witchcraft and could transform into evil wriggling creatures would provoke Casca's intense anger.
"Okay, I lost control of my emotions just now."
Casca held his breath, just as the [Centaur Gold Ring] was about to unfold.
"Now, please look forward to the arrival of true warp allies."
He said helplessly.
.......
He made up his mind.
Even if I don't use psionic flames anymore, I still have to inform the Emperor about this.
That's terrifying!
How could someone mistake Carlos for the Imperial Double-Headed Eagle?
Holding his breath, Kasgar used his psychic power to sense the world...
Oh no.
I forgot the Emperor is repairing the internet; I can't get through on the phone.
I almost made a phone call that blew up Old Huang's internet.
That would be amazing.
"Send a Phoenix Guard over there."
"Go and call over Ms. Parker, the Chief Propagator of Imperial Truth. Tell her I need to speak with her, and I'll explain the details to her in person."
......
O Emperor, Nicaea, come quickly.
Chapter 181 Carlos: "Born of a Mother"
Phoenix Grand Theatre.
Upon entering this magnificent hall, the Interlesian envoy nervously looked around.
Everything that had happened before was too far-fetched; even many Interlesians once thought it was from an old fairy tale book.
This left these administrative staff feeling lost and confused.
Suddenly, the eerie red-skinned Oglin bursts into the scene, pulls out the dagger that should have been hidden in the museum, and appears as the evil demon Carlos from the records, turning one of his envoys into a Chaos Egg—the powerful Chaos Corruption lurks within all of us.
Both the Interles Federation and the Human Empire are blaming and hurling insults at each other, making a war inevitable.
—But at that very moment, they were forced into the theater.
I don’t know why someone with more prestige than the Warmaster of Fugrim would appear.
Not only did he verbally abuse the red-skinned giant who barged into the meeting, but the giant didn't even dare to retaliate. He even forced everyone, including the nominal highest military commander of the human empire—War Marshal Fugrim—to come to the Phoenix Grand Theater to receive... uh, he said it was... treatment?
Who is the true War Commander?
Maybe the title of Warmaster is just a title, and the real Warmaster is actually the unassuming Casgar.
......
Nobody really knew, and nobody dared to ask about it while Casca was clearly angry.
At this moment, everyone could only sit quietly in their theater seats under the powerful air pressure of Nagaska, waiting for the heavy red curtain on the stage to be removed so that the newcomers could step onto the stage.
Although it was unclear why they chose this time to perform the play, the delegation had no say in the matter at this moment.
......
"This is......"
The Interlese delegation only learned of the significance of the Centaur Gold Ring when it was officially displayed before their eyes.
"Isn't this our aria? The aria of us Interles!"
"Why does this thing sound so similar to our arias? It's like it was created by the same person!"
Regardless of language, customs, or genetic differences, as long as both parties possess the power of arias, they can connect with each other's hearts!
Before this.
The Imperial Truth Proclaimers also conducted detailed studies on the mysterious power of arias, but found it difficult to define this unique style of performance.
Essentially, it is a mathematical concept, a universal constant that transcends language barriers.
In this way, even people from different language backgrounds can understand the meaning they want to express through the melody.
However, its mathematical structure is expressed through specific harmonies and melodies, which, to the untrained ear, sound like music. Such complex melodies are often heard in the speech transmissions of the Interles Federation.
Anyway, the Imperial Truth Proclaimers say it's mathematics, but is it really mathematics, or is it just using the name of mathematics to cover up its true nature as psychic power...?
Perhaps only the emperor knows the answer.
but now!
It was only the opening act, yet the Interlesian-style aria and the "Centaur Gold Ring" surprisingly achieved a certain harmony!
Surprisingly, they were as if they had always come from the same source.
"I never imagined... I never imagined we would have so much in common!"
The head of the delegation shouted excitedly to Warmaster Vograim and Kasgar beside him.
Although the time for a true centaur gold ring to appear is still far off, the Interles have already encountered centaurs...
(Interles Federation Centaur Soldier)
Everything was so coincidental, as if it were a natural progression. It seemed that the Interles Federation in the Centaur constellation had received help from the centaur spirits thousands of years ago.
Subspace is a permanent proof... This is not an absolutely impossible thing.
Even all of this was something the centaur could have foreseen.
While Tzeentch was playing his grand game in the warp, this mysterious centaur also seemed to be busy.
“Casca, no, Your Excellency Warmaster (?), please allow us—I guarantee with everything I have, that we are absolutely not followers of Chaos—to revel in this performance!”
“I can sense the similarities between your dramas and arias. By working together, we might actually be able to drive away the demons!”
Under the expectant gaze of the envoy, Casca nodded slightly.
"However, I must remind you that Fugrim is the Imperial Warmaster."
Casgar added.
......
Interles performers are collectively referred to as "Metzi".
They are enhanced humans who have undergone some kind of genetic surgery, possessing characteristics that set them apart from others: their ear muscles swell and open, just like the ears of bats or other nocturnal flying creatures.
The musicians were tall and wore smooth green gowns with delicate gold piping.
During the performance, each person holds an instrument to their chest, equipped with a megaphone, coiled strings, and a complex array of keys. Their fingers fly across these keys incessantly. Each instrument has a swan-neck-shaped mouthpiece at the top, allowing the performer to blow while pressing the keys.
With excited eyes, they eagerly stepped forward and surrounded the performer in the arena—a spot that had previously belonged exclusively to Fugrim.
However, after Fugrim became a Warmaster, his status and position were not suitable for performing on stage, and he was also burdened with various military affairs, so the role of actor was handed over to the female Space Marines of the Emperor for selection.
And the performer now, influenced by the gene seed, also possesses beautiful long hair and violet eyes just like Fugrim herself.
Upon seeing several Métrich musicians surge forward from both sides, she did not panic, but continued performing the scene she had rehearsed countless times before—
At this moment, the musicians played arias.
......
A perfect blend.
Although it is unknown whether the performers knew the exact nature of the arias sung by the medzi musician, the medzi musician himself did not know the specific repertoire of the Centaur Gold Ring.
But just as if they were born of the same origin, they do not need any language to communicate with each other, and they can understand each other's intentions instantly.
"What's going on...?"
Fugrim, standing next to Kasgar, asked in confusion.
Could it be that the Centaur Gold Ring she created was so popular that even Interles, who had been blocked by the warp storm, knew about it and collaborated on a performance?
Or is it that all the world's great works are actually telling the same story...?
Is this world just a giant centaur gold ring?
"Uh, neither."
"Do you remember... what the book said about the origins of the Interles?"