Sevita took a deep breath, the sweet smell of blood running down the cool air into his esophagus.

He walked on the gloomy corridor of the Night, the eternal night.

The commander of the first company has repeatedly used words to intimidate, or forced back countless inquiring eyes or words.

Their father, Konrad Coz, was not interested in the scattered Legion, which was full of factions, and Sevita was just someone who could hold the rudder.

"If you want to run, you can run now, and no one will stop you."

Sevita said in a gentle and cruel voice.

They couldn't escape, and compared to the panicked Midnight Lord ships that had gathered together, the fleets of the Shadow Moon Wolves and the Death Guard had surrounded them.

The ships of the Death Guard felt like they were facing each other, and the ships of the Moon Wolves separated the two sides—

But at the same time, it also cleverly sealed the retreat of the Midnight Lords.

Horus didn't want them to go, he knew it.

And why Coz and Sevita are on the Nightfall now, it is also because Sevita took advantage of the chaos to call the Midnight Lord's ship and urgently transferred himself and the original body.

After all, the chaotic images of those death guards rushing to the vengeful spirit. It really created a good timing for them.

Sevita knew that if she didn't run this time, there might not be a next time.

He still remembered the last time he saw his father in a cell after a duel with Dorne. Coetze's mental state is quite unstable, and he is punished for being haunted by some kind of truth that has made him insane.

Since then, Sevita has been able to feel Konrad Coz's further indulgence and degradation of the Legion.

No, their father. Conrad Coetze, he might. He may not be able to withstand another trial.

Sevita knows how to restrain the hearts of the Legion, how to fight, how to tear human skin more brutally, he knows a lot, he can do a lot

But he was helpless against their father.

The only thing Sevita can know is that Conrad Coz is not fit to be imprisoned in Vengeful Spirits right now, that the oppressive circumstances will drive him crazy, and that the Lord of the Night needs to come back and return to the dimly lit place of the Nightfall.

As it turned out, he was right, and as soon as he boarded the ship, the unconscious Coz immediately convulsed and disappeared without a trace.

Sevita knew where his father had gone, but he couldn't go to the Lord of the Night right away, and the chaos still needed an explanation.

The First Company Commander silently signaled his apology to the Shadowmoon Wolf and the Death Guard, and he told the ships to turn off their alerts, lowering all the muzzles, and the Midnight Lord carefully lowered their weapons in a cautious manner—

Except for the Nightfall.

Throughout, the eerie giant ship was on the highest alert, and if necessary, Sevita was ready to order the Nightfall to rush to Mandeville Point and make a forced jump at the cost of the entire ship.

But the decision is not in his hands.

Sevita is only the executor of orders, he is not the decision-maker.

Sevita walked down the long hallway, and Shang was guarding the outside of the original room, separated by a corridor, and he just looked at Sevita in silence and sorrow, as if he was mourning.

"How's the original?"

Shang shook his head, the close attendant of the original body, he hoarsely spoke,

"I don't know."

Sevita walked on, moans and wails beginning to squeeze into his ears, sharp and low.

Eventually, he walked to the door.

Sevita looked down expressionlessly, and saw the blood oozing through the crack in the door, layered on top of each other, some dried up, some just pouring out.

Sevita put her hand on the door, feeling the coolness.

"Father?"

He muttered quietly.

The madness on the other side of the door did not stop in the slightest, and the coolness continued to erode him.

Sevita felt the pain, which tore at him and sent chills down his body.

He bowed his head, pressed his head against the door, and spoke softly again in supplication,

"Father."

The seemingly impenetrable door opened, revealing a slit for him to pass through, and a moaning moan of the original body floated out of the crack through the crack of the door, a moan of the original body wafting out of the crack.

The half-blind old man was nervous, but he still smiled,

"Hey, Yago, I knew you were coming, you had to come."

"Be quiet," said the old man, "he's dreaming, don't wake him." ”

And after seeing who opened the door for him, the only remaining and possible sense of vulnerability of Saivita vanished, and he stared at the old man with a straight face,

"Triz, call me Sevita."

Triz, the narrator of the Midnight Lord, the Dream Eater, he can observe dreams, and for some reason, the Primordial favors this dwarf, and he tells him everything, even the truths that even Sevita can't touch.

Triz smiled slyly and nervously,

"Okay, Yago."

The second time, Sevita thought blankly, but he still followed the old man's advice, and he stepped gently, gently into the inner chamber of the original body—

Corpse.

There were corpses everywhere.

They hung upside down from the room with large rusty iron hooks, dark viscous liquid dripping from the wounds, completely cold, but still dragged down like asphalt by gravity.

Symbols that Sevita couldn't read were painted on the corpses with blood and wounds, the truth that their father had brought back from psionic dreams.

Just looking at them made Sevita feel the chill of his scalp tingling.

Triz the Dream Eater made a silent gesture to him, and the rickety old man cautiously slipped through the upside-down jungle of corpses, like a mouse.

Sevita took a deep breath, cursed in his heart, and followed.

It was hard for him, hard not to make a sound, the pieces were too dense, and he wasn't as short as Triz.

The bone slag groaned in shatters at his feet.

The flesh that had been torn apart by Ling Chi or roughly ripped wet against his shoulder armor, making a slight "bo" sound as he left.

Cold, blue, whitish hands or feet swept past his face, like leafy leaves in the jungle, holding him in and warning him not to go on.

But he had no choice.

With a resolute heart, Sevita continued on his way, moaning and invecting louder and louder, and he brushed aside the sea of dead man's hair to see his tormented father at last.

Koz curled up in the nest of corpses, the wet, soft material, the original face showing a shattered despair, he was wailing, repenting, scolding, roaring, crying, laughing, he struggled to tear at the corpses, scribbling symbols with his fingers.

Sevita gasped as he stopped and watched his father's pain.

What now?

Sevita didn't dare to speak, he turned his head, trying to find the old man who had brought him in.

In the inner room of the original body, in this slaughterhouse-like space, there was a small, inconspicuous wooden table, and Triz did not look at Sevita, the old man calmly pulled out the wooden chair, and then sat down in his place.

Triz pulls out his pen and spreads the large sheet of parchment on the wooden table, then he stops, doing nothing.

Sevita was about to try to call the damn old man, but then he realized something was wrong, and the space suddenly fell silent, and he turned his head—

I saw a pair of pure black eyes.

[Race. 】

He said.

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Coetze was wailing.

He saw Horus, the wolf god who was still smiling at him, turned into a grinning monster, and Coates couldn't control himself, he saw himself raise his spear and stab at the wolf god—

Not ——!

Conrad Coz tried to let go, he tried to retract his hand like an electric shock, the spear in his hand turned into a sword, and he saw Killiman's angry eyes staring at him in despair.

No, no, no, no!

He didn't want to kill them!

Coates shrieked and retracted into a corner of the room, the stone rubbing against his back roughly, the pain giving him a slight sense of relief—

He turned back and saw Vulcan leaning on top of his cell, covered in bruises.

Why are you doing this, my brother? 】

Coetzes screamed again, he didn't want to do it, he didn't want it!!

He used his hands and feet together, and tried to retreat in embarrassment, but he quickly bumped into something, and the cold touch was all the more familiar.

Coates shuddered, gasping and turning—

Motarian lay there, one moment as Koz saw it, the next as dirty, but his lower body was gone! Swallowed by something black!

Something black, noisy flowed from Motarian's eyes.

[Then why don't you save me?] 】

Motarian said.

[I tried!] I tried! You're the one who is holding me back!! Why are you stopping me?! 】

Coates shouted and retorted, he caught Motarian's mistake, he retorted loudly, as if he had discovered a new continent.

But it didn't work.

Motarian, who was only half of his body left, looked at him, and then he began to crawl towards Koz, who screamed and backed away, but he soon found himself trapped-

Black things poured up and engulfed everything, they engulfed Horus, they engulfed Killiman, they engulfed Vulcan.

In the end, even Motarian was engulfed.

Now, it's empty except for Coetze—

But the water was still rising, they were past Koz's ankle, and a hot burning sensation stung him, and he opened his mouth wide, no, no, no, no, Motarian was gone, why was the water still rising?

Where's the flow? Where? Where is it?

Coates fell to his knees like madness, rummaging in the water for its source, no, nowhere else! He couldn't find anything but corpse parts!!

The water dripped down.

Coetzes stopped abruptly, and he reached out in disbelief, cautiously, tremblingly, and he touched his chin, and the water ran across it

Then he opened his mouth and put his fingers in—

He took the thing, the piece of flesh, and it cursed him.

Coates snapped his eyes open, and he saw Sai, Sai standing there, dazed, helpless, he was in pain, all of them were in pain.

Killed in battle.

[Race. 】

He whispered to the child he was most proud of.

He walked over and looked at Sai carefully, and he said to him not to be nervous, they were on trial.

The Midnight Lord was torn apart and refrigerated. Sai will die in the corner of the Great Expedition, as a warrior, died on the battlefield-

He walked over and looked at Sai indifferently, and he said let them come, the Midnight Lord was right.

The Midnight Lord was torn apart and refrigerated. Sai will die in an argument with his original brother, as his proudest child, on the way to protect him-

So Coates opened his eyes, and he saw Sai.

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