The earth was full of blood, his blood, the blood of Motarian.

The milky white mist flowed on the ground like ocean waves.

Blood ran down his cheeks, and he slowly, slowly picked up the dying Sevita.

One foot deep and one shallow, the slag of flesh and bones making a noise at his feet, he departed with his still living heir, into the deeper darkness of the Nightfall......

The golden flames burned.

"Konrad Coetze,"

Machado's call pulled Koz's thoughts back, and Coates looked at Machado in silence, the eyes under the Regent's hood, staring at him indistinctly.

He looked at Machado, and he saw a dried corpse, scorched by the flames of gold.

The light he had just seen came from here.

Coetze's eyelids twitched unusually twice, but he swallowed, still sitting in his previous position, and silent.

Motarian stared at him dead on the other side of him.

Machado continued to speak, and there was no fluctuation in the old man's words,

"He gives you to see and to judge."

Conrad Coz hid his face in his tousled hair, but still shuddered as Machado uttered his first words.

Motarian scoffed, while Horus stared intently at Makado.

"As his heir, why did you fall here?"

It was still a trial, a trial against him, and Konrad Coz trembled inside.

If it were Conrad Coz, he would have roared, he would have roared, he would have questioned why he could see, he would have questioned why his father was so cruel?

He will ask why, why is he the only one who bears all this?

But now......

The subtle poisonous smell of the Lord of Death swept through the tip of Conrad's nose, and it tingled Conrad Coz's nose slightly, reminding him of the Night Lord's previous stories.

Even memories were enough to pull Konrad Cotz into the depths, and in contrast to Motarian, who was constantly reminiscing, he sealed off his piece of memory and buried it in the deep night.

He lowered his head and spoke hoarsely,

The Great Expedition is wrong. 】

He didn't raise his eyes, just listened, and there was a commotion in Horus's position, and it seemed that the ostensibly high-sounding guy wanted to punch him in the nose, but then the temperature dropped, and Machado used psionic energy.

The old man's lips squirmed twice,

"Go on."

[Tens of millions of worlds have been destroyed by war, billions of lives have been killed, all have committed war crimes, soldiers have committed atrocities on thousands of battlefields - and I have tolerated them. 】

[Because I can't control it, just as I can't change ......]

Conrad was silent, and he listened to Motarian's breathing.

[Fate. 】

He whispered the word.

All the guilty will eventually be judged by fate, and no one can escape, even the emperor who is like a god will eventually be judged, and his brothers who claim to be righteous will also be judged by fate.

If there were no executors in the galaxy who could judge them...... Then they will punish each other for each other.

In the room, Motarian's giggling was harsh than Macado's sighs.

As Motarian was about to make a sarcastic remark, Macado raised his hand and motioned for Motarian to shut up.

The Lord of Death fell silent again in displeasure.

"You've been too heavily influenced by Nostram, Conrad."

Macado spoke calmly,

"Nostram makes you a pessimist in the truest sense of the word, and it shapes you, even distorting the Emperor's original design for you."

Coates laughed,

[So what is the Empire going to do to me, old man?] Like the disappeared brothers? 】

He stretched out his right index finger and cut a void across his neck,

The fingers that had been discounted by Motarian had long since grown sharp nails again.

[The sinner will be punished, and I am a defective product with no use value, and death is a good ending. 】

He smiled tremblingly, more scared?

Or is it because the death he sees in his prophecy is not like that?

Or is it because he really wants to be punished?

He felt those eyes heartily, the calm and suppressed eyes of Macador that hated iron and steel, the resentful and madman-looking eyes of Motarian, the seriousness of Horus's pity and hatred.

For a long time, Macado sighed.

"Fate can be changed, or it can be chosen, I thought Motarian had shown you another possibility."

Motarian's frightened and disgusted gaze now shifted to Machado's body, but Machado ignored it, which Machado had grown accustomed to long before Motarian was studying in Terra.

The old man's eyes looked calmly at Conrad Coz, and the golden flames burned silently under his eyes.

"You want to forget it, no, you still need to learn."

Conrad Coetzes opened his mouth.

A ripple suddenly appeared on Conrad Coz's Lake of Memories, and they began to spread layer by layer, forcing Coz to sink to the icy bottom of the lake.

He sank, slowly suffocating.

He remembered the near-death race.

Is it stuffed? The child who always had a sad face and couldn't sleep.

Beneath the pitch-black lake, Conrad Coetzes opened his eyes wide as he struggled to cut through the seaweed made of dead men's hair.

He found Sai's bones, some of which were missing half of their heads, some of which had a large hole in their chests, and some of which were very old, very old, and he brushed away the hair and saw Saina's very old face.

Is Sevita dead?

He asked himself, but the voice that rang out was none of his, and it was even more vicious, as if it had been soaked in poison for a thousand years.

He should be dead.

Sai, he thought, was not an immortal, he had his lifespan.

But...... He looked back and saw the mountains under the water that had been built up of corpses.

Which one is his heir, Sai?

Which one exactly?

Does he have a choice?

He began to rummage lifelessly through the swollen corpses, the icy water pouring into his lungs, his respiratory tract aching like poisonous gas, screaming in his body.

The heavy surface of the water squeezed him, and he was dying, and the wound appeared on his torso, and he saw the skin of his face peeling off piece by piece, and finally the tip of his own nose fell down—

It's too late! No, it's too late!

Eventually, Conrad Coz grabbed an old-faced, relatively intact corpse of Sevita, grabbed it, desperately floating, and the men he killed grew hair and hands at the bottom of the lake, screaming in hope of dragging him into the deepest nightmare.

He floated desperately upward, the waves of water rising and falling around him like a scythe, cutting scars around him, tearing out his flesh.

They're coming, they're coming! The ripples on the surface of the water were reflected in Koetz's eyes......

Coetze's pupils dilated suddenly—

Above the water, boundless darkness pressed down, with a determination to destroy everything.

No, no, no, no!

Below him is the judgment of his sins, above him is the end of his destruction, what can he do? What should he do?!

Fate never left him a way out! He is doomed! Even with his innocent heirs!

Konrad Coze stopped there in despair, feeling like a floating corpse, not far below the water's surface......

His wrists tightened.

Conrad Coz jerked his head, Sevita's unconscious corpse clenching his wrist.

Sai doesn't want to die yet.

Death below, and ...... above It's a destruction that even Conrad Coz doesn't know what will happen.

But...... Dansai said he didn't want to die.

Coetzes feels like he's going to explode, where is he going? Where should he go?

In the end, he chose to abandon the precarious rationality that tortured him, and he chose to follow his instincts......

Buoyancy told him the answer.

Koz jerked to the surface, he held up the corpses of the loyalists, and the infinite darkness engulfed them in the next second—

Coates gasped for breath.

He saw himself kneeling on the ground, Sevita lying beside him, was he dead?

Conrad shuddered.

Darkness has a taste, that is, that's ......

He looked across from him with a shudder.

It was the smell of poison gas from the Grim Reaper.

"You've already chosen, haven't you? You are, after all, his work. ”

Macado said calmly.

"I think now you can rationally negotiate the conflict between the two of you with Motarion."

[I can't negotiate with him rationally.] 】

Motarian spoke immediately, and the Lord of Death was pleased with Koz's embarrassment, but at the same time remained outspoken.

Machado frowned, as if he was very dissatisfied with Motarian's interruption,

"If you can't be rational, then have Hades come and talk to Conrad."

[I can barely be rational. 】

Motarian immediately changed his face without changing his face.

Conrad Coze gasped for breath, he felt like vomiting, but apparently, except for the stunned Horus, the two men who were fighting on the lips didn't pay any attention to him.

Is Sai alive or dead?

Coetzes thought.

The next moment, he saw the Sevita life signal displayed on the armor.

Sevita is still alive.

The purest and most loyal of his children, the warriors of the empire, the pride of the legions.

He's alive.

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All right!

Everybody go to bed early on weekdays

Regarding the image depiction of Machado, thank you for the good idea of writing Machado's salted fish brother ('ω') The sexual turn Machado he wrote is fragrant and beautiful! (°з°)-

And today's book!

It was written about Peturabo's adoptive father! I want to be a hammer, the writing is praised, praise and praise, the author is also quite involved in mythology, and the process of twisting Peturabo is cool, and now it is still a seedling, go and see it (><)

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