From the very beginning, Motarian had only one goal -

He wanted to make Conrad Coz feel the pain, the sheer pain that Motarian was experiencing.

It didn't matter if it was a sword, a language, a truth, a lie, as long as they could leave a scar on the monster named Conrad Coz, then Motarian would not hesitate to grasp the hilt of the weapon.

Pain can only be repaid with pain.

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There was a sudden sound of cracking wind, followed by a loud metal crash, and sparks exploded through the space, illuminating two frantic and twisted faces.

[What are you doing?! Motarian! 】

Coates screamed, almost frantically waving his power claws, and the eerie blue light slashed like lightning.

[You don't understand! You can't see it! You don't believe what I say! I'm not lying to you!! 】

Coz lunged forward, his agile figure leaping up from Mortarian's sky, hoping to rush over, drag Sevita away, and leave—

No, no, no, no, the process he imagined wasn't like this, it shouldn't be a race!

But Death's dull scythe slammed straight at Koz, the scythe striking flesh with a heavy, muffled thud and cracks of metal.

This blow carried a thousand angry blows.

Conrad was slammed into the air, rolling on the ground for weeks, dust splattering, and the tall, muscular primordial quickly stabilized itself, baring its fangs at Motarian like a beast.

There was a brief standoff, and both primordials were estimating their next attack.

Motarian sneered, and he picked up the incense burner hanging from his body, and with a pull of his hand, the crisp sound of the ground sounded, accompanied by a hissing poisonous gas, which visibly floated out of the censer with the naked eye, and in an instant a thin layer of mist shook up on the floor.

A pungent breath lingered on the tip of Koz's nose, and Koz's pupils constricted unconsciously, and the gas floated lightly near his armor, and the metal made some slight, imperceptible hiss as the fog caressed.

As the fog spread, lying on the cold floor, Sevita, who was already almost unconscious, let out an unconscious moan.

Coates felt his breathing quicken.

[Your little bat can't die. 】

Motarian said slowly, as if admiring Sevita's dying voice,

[At least not for now, but. 】

[Look, Conrad, it's all poison gas here, and I can't say if he'll die in a while.] 】

[Just look. Can you take him out of this place then, and can you beat me, brother? 】

Motarian said as he slowly lowered his head, and he reached for the ammunition around his waist—

In the brief gap between Mortarion's gaze and Conrad Koz, the Night Lord's blade had reached his foe!

The muscles tensed to the limit at this moment, the claws cut through the helmet, and the Lord of the Night grabbed the flesh from the wound without mercy, and then quickly left-

In the blink of an eye, Motarian, who had just been slow, grabbed his wrist and pulled him in his direction.

In the other hand of the Lord of Death, he held a grenade that was very small compared to the original size.

Motarian smiled at him.

I can see it, but I want you to keep seeing it. 】

The next moment, the Lord of Death directly pinched and exploded this grenade with his bare hands!

However, it didn't have the usual blast of grenades! After the fierce white light, countless ashes flew around them.

Coetzes, stalled.

This was long enough time for the Primordials, and Motarian quickly let go of his hand and re-distanced the two.

He watched as the gray-white powder fell, dyeing Conrad Coz's messy black hair gray.

Inside the hall, the strength of the psionic energy began to fluctuate instantly.

[How?] Did you see how your bat cub died? 】

Motarian scoffed.

He was answered by the meaningless and painful screams of Conrad Coz, who howled like a beast suddenly blinded by the bright light and hid back into the darkness, the giant monster hiding himself among the stacks of torture instruments.

Beneath the gas mask, a near-tearing smile tugged at the corners of Motarian's mouth.

He guessed right.

Conrad Coz, who has erratic prophetic abilities, and it has to do with psionic powers.

But what made Motarian happiest was that the prophecy would bring pain to Conrad Coz.

For him, that was enough, he already knew what to do.

Motarian stood in the hall, listening to Conrad Coz's wail, listening to the faint breathing of Sevita, the mist steaming around him, and after verifying his suspicions, at this moment, the Lord of Death was clearly invincible.

The string of ammunition he had at his waist clearly agreed.

The next moment, the stunned Koz once again burst out of the shadows and swung a claw at Motarian in a gesture that was even more death-hungry!

Motarian gladly took the blow, staring at Conrad's pupils, which were visibly unusually trembling, and let out a clear sneer—

In an instant, the sound of metal striking was like the rapid raindrops of a stormy night, dancing wildly, one after another, one knife accompanied by another, one more brittle than the other, one faster than the other!

The two demigods were almost vanished, sparks lit up the hall, and rapid shadows flickered beneath their feet.

In the gap between the blades, Motarian turned words into sharp blades and stabbed fiercely at Koz—

What do you see? He's not dead, is he? Otherwise, you won't continue to attack me. 】

[But I'll tell you, Konrad Coz, you can't even decide the fate of your own cub!] 】

Conrad Coz responded to Motarian with his angry howl, claw after claw and claw on the other, he would never be able to get out of here and save the race if he didn't defeat him!

[You're just a complacent blind man!] Use your pathetic little tricks to try to regain that last bit of your pathetic self-esteem!! 】

But Motarian stared at him, stared into Koz's eyes, would his eyes reflect the death of his heir?

[Sad little trick? You're wrong! 】

In the next instant, Motarian had an extra ammunition in his hand again, and Koz, who had been warned earlier, immediately tried to retreat, and the white light burst out, and Conrad Koz hideously and hid back into his cover in the dark, just now it was Motarian's sneak attack, and he was now ready to deal with it.

Conrad Coze stared at the half-mad figure, preparing for the arrival of the prophecy, the faint prophecy would not slow him down, but would let him know how he would kill the enemy in front of him in the next moment.

He was so focused on his attention, faint phantoms, possibilities for the future that had begun to emerge.

The next moment, the dust exploded, and the burning sensation immediately boiled over Conrad's sanity—

No - prophecy, prophecy is being weakened!

At the moment of Coetze's consternation, Motarian's scythe and his words had arrived at Coz, and the two primordials began to fight among the debris of torture instruments.

[Now that you are also blind, how do you feel!! 】

Motarian laughed and slashed the torture instrument that stood in his way in pursuit of Koz in the jungle with his scythe, his armor torn apart by the sharp Adamantite Equipment, but he didn't care.

[Am I blind? I've seen more than you! 】

You're a madman! Konrad Coz! Utterly rotten people!! 】

[Do you still want to trade your supreme primordial status for peace, and the price is nothing more than a few of your cubs?!] No, no, no, no, if you want to feel the pain, use your own soul! 】

Koz wailed as he weaved from instrument to torture as he tried to fight back, but the ammunition in Motarian's waist told him that rushing to close the distance now would only bring him a new round of pain.

[I have long fallen into the abyss of pain, the sinner will be punished, I have seen the punishment I have ordained!] And you, what right do you have to judge me?! 】

Expressionless, Motarian reached out and popped a metal censer again, the thick mist nearly leaving a dew on their armor.

[What qualifications?] 】

He felt the mist around him, to which hallucinogenic and sensitivity-enhancing potions were added, in addition to the necessary anesthesia and dullness.

[The victim's best friend, what do you think of this identity? 】

[You've felt it. Revenge from the innocent souls of your hands?! 】

The next moment, two grenades landed beside Koz, exploding two brilliant fireworks.

With an unimaginable agility Konrad Coz jumped out of the way, dodging the core blast of the two grenades, he shrieked back and lunged head-on at Motarian.

Although the two grenades made the scenery in his vision slightly blurred, it did not prevent the Night Lord from attacking!

The Lord of the Night struck first, clinging to Motarion, restraining Motarion's hand with his power claw to get the grenade, and stabbing Motarian in the neck with the other.

Mortarian turned around and directly let Koz, who was wrapped around him, slam into the torture rack beside them, and the sharp thorns directly tore through the junction between Coz's helmet and neck, and blood immediately gushed out.

But Koz was not repelled by the intense pain, and Motarian finally threw away his clumsy and overly long scythe and tried to block Koz's frantic scratching with his hands.

The two primordials began to fight in the pile of torture instruments, blood and flesh splattered, and at this moment, both of them obviously lost the necessary reason and began to attack each other with all the means of attack they could think of.

The sturdy and tall torture instruments were torn apart in the battle of the primordials, and a deep silence descended in the darkness, both of which had extraordinary perseverance, and their blood spilled almost filled the entire hall, and the fighting did not stop

It seems like a long time has passed.

Finally, a figure staggered from the darkness and ruins, he staggered, but still held on.

Conrad Coze staggered over to Sai's corpse, Sai had stopped breathing, and his chest, which had been pierced by the dark lamp, had taken on a sickly dark green color.

No, no, no, no, the prophecy just now told him that Sai would not die, why? Why?! Why??!

He had already discussed it with Sai before, why did it end like this?!

Is this the future he has chosen?

Wounded and confused, Conrad Coz could no longer hold on, and he fell to his knees beside Sai's corpse, howling loudly like a wounded beast.

The pain was pouring up, and he messed everything up, and he didn't kill the monster, but he also killed one of his company commanders.

Midnight Ghost never cries, but Conrad's vision begins to blur. Hazy white dots appeared in his pitch-black pupils, and they grew larger and larger. Bigger and bigger

In a pure white light, Coates blinked in confusion.

He found himself in a sea of torture instruments, ashes raining down on him.

Coetzes opened his mouth

That was the scene of the prophecy just now!

He jerked his head back, only to see Motarian's scythe, which zoomed in on his vision—

Coetze's pupils narrowed dramatically.

Rustling sound. He opened his eyes and saw Motarion's tattered cloak being dragged along. No. No. He tried to push hard, but found that he couldn't move.

As if sensing that he was awake, the monster turned around and smiled at him.

He fell into a coma again.

Darkness, pure darkness enveloped him, they surrounded him, making noisy noises, but they did not change into anything else, which was rare, and even if he was in charge of the night, the Lord of the Night could not enjoy a completely dreamless, pitch-black dream.

[Dregs, wake up.] 】

A faint voice came from the distant shore.

Coates was immersed in complete darkness, not wanting to bother with the voice that made him subconsciously disgusting—

The next moment, his whole face began to hurt hotly, a violent feeling of suffocation choked his neck, and he felt the flesh and blood of his respiratory tract peeling off one after another, blocking his trachea-

Coates jerked up from the darkness, and he tried to gasp for breath, only to make himself more painful, like claws tearing at his entrails inside, screaming and cursing his life.

His eyes gradually cleared, and a pair of yellow eyes were staring at him with interest.

Directly above Koz's head, Motarian was smiling at him, and he could see the chapped scar on the corner of Motarian's mouth—

What about the mask?

His gaze moved down to Motarion's arm, and the metal pipe with the mask attached to it wrapped around Motarian's arm, following him.

The mask was now pressed against his face, and the flesh on his face had festered to the point of revealing white bones.

Coetzes screamed, trying to struggle, escape, or give Motarian a blow, but his heavy body didn't give him any strength, and at the same time, he found his limbs pinned to the spot by the dismantled clubs.

Motarian licked his chapped lips.

[Awake? 】

Koz looked at him angrily and tried to kill Motarian with his eyes, but the Lord of Death was clearly not deterred by him, and he took off his gas mask for Koz with gusto.

Coates watched as the mask was stained with his flesh on it, along with the tip and bridge of his nose, and followed the mask away.

[I didn't bring a pick-me-up, it was a mistake. 】

[Later I realized that my air could produce a similar reaction.] 】

Mortarian was still staring at Coz with intense attention, and he casually tossed the gas mask aside, and the metal pipe that attached it was violently torn off.

[First of all, it's impossible for your cubs to come, the poison gas has spread, and they don't know anything except knowing that you're still alive.] 】

Motarian smashed his mouth,

[Secondly, you're still alive, this cub of yours is still alive, shut up, you listen-]

Motarian mercilessly pressed his stained hand to the festering Koz's mouth, his teeth clicking, and then Motarian made a nervous gesture to silence him.

Coates was forced to be quiet for a second, he could hear the drumbeat of blood rushing through his veins.

The faint sound of breathing, not the breathing of either of the two primitives.

[You see, he is still alive, and then we can judge.] 】

[In the quarrel with Horus, don't you love judgment the most? Since it's a brother, then I'll choose the form you like. 】

Motarian let go of the hand that was on Koz's mouth, rubbing it against Koz's power armor in disgust, then muttering to himself as he pulled the potion out of his belt.

[I'm not being unreasonable—compared to you, Konrad Coz, I only want you to reach my pain, I only want revenge. 】

[The process of the trial is very simple, I will repay you as much pain as you give me, okay, the trial is over. 】

Motarian narrowed his eyes and shook the potion in his hand.

[But obviously, one Sevita is not enough.] 】

You're not painful enough. 】

[He's not even your best friend of the same time on your home planet.] 】

Conrad Coetze's eyes widened, he wanted to say something, but his vocal cords were so corroded that he couldn't say anything but a whine - Motarian did it on purpose.

Motarian looked at his brother with pretended annoyance,

[What's going on?] Didn't you even make any friends on your home planet? You don't even have subordinates, what are you doing on your home planet? Don't even an ape-human species want to come near you? Can you only rely on your pathetic genetic seed to bewitch some ignorant and innocent cubs for you? 】

Motarian stared at his "brother" "gently".

So, since you're a rotten person who doesn't even have friends, I have to find a way to make up for my pain in other ways. 】

Motarian was silent for a moment, Koz couldn't move, and Sevita's breathing became even harsher in the brief silence—he could shatter at any moment.

[You like prophecy very much, don't you? 】

Motarian began to inject Conrad Coz with potions,

[I've guessed that you attacked my commander because of your damn prophecy, didn't you?] 】

Conrad's breathing began to quicken, his pupils dilated, and Motarian's words became distorted and distant.

[A little hallucinogen, a small gift for "brother", not a tribute, after all, you gave me such a surprise. 】

Motarian carefully set up Conrad Coz, leaving him half-lying down so that he could see the dying Sevita.

The swollen, filthy flesh drum on Sevita's chest-piercing wound.

Expressionless, Motarian raised a bomb in front of Conrad Coz.

"Bang!"

And then the second one,

"Bang!"

And then the third,

"Bang!"

Fourth, fifth, sixth.

Now, tell me, my brother, if I leave now, will your Sevita still be alive? 】

And Coates didn't seem to hear his words, he was stunned, his muscles twitching abnormally, as if dragged into the boundless hell by prophecy,

[Conrad Coz? Konrad Coetze?! 】

"Smack!"

Motarian slapped Coz cleanly, and there was not much skin to be seen on his face when the bomb got up close.

[Is Sevita still alive?] 】

Coetzes was trembling, his eyeballs looking like they were about to burst, and Motarian felt Conrad's pulse beat too fast, to the point where he could burst at any moment.

So Motarian gave Conrad Coz another tranquilizer.

[Is Sevita still alive?] Don't challenge my patience, Conrad. 】

Coates stared at Motarian as blood began to ooze out of his eyeball frames.

Or is it too high blood pressure, Motarian thought silently.

So he got another shot for Coz.

[Give me an answer, otherwise-]

Motarian raised the white bullet in his hand.

Coates began to nod and then shake his head again, flailing his head wildly, apparently stunned.

Motarian admired Koz's pain, and he was happy.

When Coates finally stopped, he wiped the blood from Conrad's face.

Now let's move on to the second step. 】

Motarian said that he stared at Conrad because Motarian was so tall that he had to tilt his head slightly and stare into Conrad's eyes with his own eyes.

[Apologies to my commander.] 】

Mortarian held up a tube of potions in his hand, glancing at Koz before moving the tube in front of Sevita.

[If you stand up for justice, then why doesn't the criminal apologize to the victim's best friend? 】

You can also not apologize, but then you are at least sure of a future. 】

[Now, apologize.] 】

Coz shuddered like a convulsion again, and Motarian grew bored with the repetitive pain, and he looked boredly at Sevita, waiting for his third step.

Finally, Koz's lips moved, and Motarian wondered if he had succumbed to the prophecy, or to the fate of Sevita, or if he had a sense of justice that didn't exist.

But he recorded the footage and took it back to Hades when the time came.

Finally, there is the third step. 】

Motarian shoved the potion in his hand into Kozna's curled hand, which he couldn't hold tightly.

Then he put a grenade into Koz's other hand.

[Now you have a medicine that can save your bat cubs, and no one can save your cubs except it.] 】

Motarian put away his usual smile and looked at Coz with a blank expression.

But I can't say, because it can also be poison. 】

[In this regard, I will give you two ideas. 】

Motarian casually pointed to the explosives in Koz's hand,

[It's a white bullet, you approach Sevita to open it, and use your damn prophecy again.] 】

[Or, I tell you, I, Motarian, Lord of Death, will not be a rotten person, scum, or scum like you. 】

[Okay, goodbye.] 】

Motarian got up and patted the dust on his body casually,

You can continue to wait for the Empire's judgment on the Midnight Lords. 】

He kicked away the steel bars nailed to Koz's right hand, and Conrad Koz's arm twisted into an abnormal angle as a result, and Motarian left him alone.

With a heavy, Conrad Coetze's pain, and his apology.

The deep corridor of the Nightfall resounded with the laughter of the dead, and the poisonous gas of the corpse filled with him, and no one among the Midnight Lords dared to come forward to check.

The Avenger crawling from Hell, this will be one of the deepest fears of the Midnight Lord.

And in the darkness left behind by Motarian, Conrad Coz crawled to Sevita's side in a twisted, painful gesture.

He couldn't see anything clearly, and the world became chaotic in his eyes.

He trembled and slumped his arms down on Sevita's body. He should

Motarian wasn't constantly increasing his psionic strength, and whenever Koz fell into the deepest part of the prophecy, the evil darkness would immediately drag him out and throw him to the shore like a dehydrated fish.

He stared at Sevita.

He saw it, he didn't see it, he died, he lived, he saw it, he didn't see it! That's not what he saw! He can't see! He didn't want to see it!

The hand holding the ammunition kept shaking and twitching—

The touch pulls him back to reality.

Sevita wasn't dead yet, as if he had returned to light, he still opened his eyes and took Koz's hand holding the ammunition.

He shook his head.

Coz had completely collapsed, but a large amount of potions had accumulated in his blood, making it impossible for him to escape, away from here, he could only be here, watching Sevita die little by little.

Sevita's eyes moved to the potion.

He just looked at Conrad Coz, as if to say that he didn't want to die.

He didn't want to die.

Coates shuddered, staring at the tube with all his courage.

Sevita's breathing gradually became calmer, and Conrad Coze crawled to Sevita's side.

He whined, the Lord of the Night never cried, blood running down his face.

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I've changed three versions of the manuscript.,There's a high probability that this edition will be refined.,Sorry for being late.。

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