[Traitor! 】

The roar of the lion spread through the darkness, and in the faint light, the voice rushed into the darkness and faded away.

This reminds Leon of his home planet, the forest of Caliban, where the lion once spent an absolutely long time.

Caliban, just around Cygnus-X1, the planet has secrets, its forests, behemoths polluted by chaos, and the truth about subspace.

And Leon Johnson was there, facing these alone, until his adoptive father, Luthor, found the "wild man" in the forest.

Later, this beast was "tamed" by the knightly culture of the Caliban and became a knight.

But in fact, deep down in Leon Johnson's heart, he is still a beast.

Only loyal beasts can survive.

And not just crazy people.

The Knight King stopped in an open place, pacing slowly in place, sword in his hand, angel wings on his helmet like ears pricked up.

The darkness here was never quiet, it whispered and squirmed, as if countless rodents were crawling in the darkness.

The steady, majestic baritone sounded,

[Give up resistance, I can give you a sharp death, Coz.] 】

The monster that climbed above the pipe in the darkness sneered,

[Poor kitten, has no one told you that your arrogance always invites disaster?] 】

Leon listened cautiously to Coz's movements, and the First Legion had already begun to move, and from the tremors of the Nightfall floor, the lion judged that the battle on the other end was also fierce.

If you want to provoke me, then you are wrong, I am not Fugen. 】

Coates laughed maniacally, and just as the laughter reached the lion's ears, sharp claws rushed from the lion's back to his head!

Coetzes flew over—

Without any hesitation, Leon lowered himself, he heard the sound of the breathing hose being scratched, saw the black shadow slashing overhead, and the lion sword in his hand stabbed straight upward!

After realizing that the Knight King did not turn back to fight back, but simply crouched down to avoid it, Coates let out an angry roar in his throat, but the next moment, his roar was interrupted by splattered blood.

Red blood arced beautifully in the air, splashing on the eyepiece of the hunter's helmet, and the bright red, stinky blood emitted heat.

The lion posture, the silver-white blade threw out a cold light, and he wiped the blood spots cleanly with one hand,

You betrayed your blood, Conrad Coz. 】

Coetze gritted his teeth, he clutched his abdomen, the blood that flowed out had dried up,

Because he was imprisoned by Sevita, he was not armor-piercing, and at the same time, he was facing a heavily armed lion,

[Betrayal? 】

His dark eyes were fixed on the tyrant, the real beast,

[Knight Head, don't you still understand the situation? Can't you see who is loyal? 】

Johnson stared at Coates in silence,

Coetze began to walk, his shadow flickering in the darkness, seducing ignorant humans into a puddle as filthy as he was,

He spat out venom from his mouth, the poisonous juice he had been forced to swallow countless times, and these viscous liquids had already been mixed and fermented in the shell called [Conrad Coz] to make the poisoned wine called Despair.

[He abandoned us, look at the present, can you contact him?] Can you reach the commander - we're all discarded pieces of garbage. 】

[Pure death will be the most merciful reward, do you know what the price of dying is now?] 】

And you—you, Leon Johnson, my brother, do you still care about your vain title? Do you still want yourself and your legion to be glorified in people's mouths? You think you're his executioner, the one who corrects your mistakes—"

Got it.

Leon lunged straight towards Conlacoz, and with a flurry of gunfire, the knight swung his sword at his target, turned to dodge the blow, and then elbowed, a dull thud telling him that he had hit Koz again.

Coz hissed in pain, blood spilling from his mouth,

"I don't care. 】

The black-armored knight king stood in the darkness, the dried blood stains on the eyepiece flashing red,

[Konrad Coz, I don't care about anything but the blood of traitors. 】

"That's my loyalty. 】

Coates let out a piercing scream, his guts let out a scream of pain, and he decisively began to run towards the exit, which should not be! It shouldn't be!

The sound of the lion's galloping footsteps chased after him.

Another cold light lit up in the darkness

[Coetzes, my brother, I think we need to have a good talk.] 】

The tip of the flaming sword hung above the deck, and Fogen stared at Koz with an indiscernible look in his eyes, a strand of hair hanging down from his forehead, echoing the drooping eye makeup marks.

[Catch him!] 】

Leon shouted directly, and Fogen didn't look at the lion, he stared intently at Coz, who was rushing towards him, towards the exit.

[He's hurting you!] 】

Coetzes yelled,

[He's hurting you—Fugen!] You can't be in the company of conceited! They can't see the real monster at all, and they are conceited to think that the world is still like that! 】

The darkness has long fallen, and this is no longer the world - the conceited people thought that the world could go back to the way it was, but hope is dead!

It's dead! The conceit of the present will be an arrow to oneself in the future, and time will exert its power to the fullest,

You will twist, you will fall, you will become a real monster, the glory of the past will no longer exist, you will not be you, the longer they stay, the longer they live...... The more you will degenerate into a monster!

No one can stop it, no one can deal with it, it's inevitable, the worst has happened, they are abandoned, there are no reinforcements, they are isolated.

Cannibalism, skinning, evil deeds turned into virtues, souls turned into slaves, life and war used as tricks for the pleasure of their masters, countless atrocities are happening, countless shocking evils are carnivaling, people have fallen willingly, they have sold themselves to the devil for a moment of survival—

If you can actually die now, go to sleep!

Don't wake up!

This is not home!

[Here—here's hell!] 】

Coates let out a painful groan, and the phoenix stared at Coz, who looked like he was about to leave the ventilation duct above his side,

The next moment, Coz, who suddenly changed direction, crashed directly into the phoenix.

The tremendous inertia threw the two of them farther away, and then slammed them to the ground.

The two giants twisted together in an instant, and Phoenix clearly heard the snort of the flaming sword in his hand plunging into Koz's chest, and Koz gave up part of his defense, in exchange for the hands that stuck to Phoenix's neck.

Fogan believes that not wearing a helmet was a major decision-making mistake.

In contrast to him, the prudent lion took on a helmet.

The emaciated Lord of the Night had great power in this moment, and he pressed Fugen to the ground, and Fugan was on his back, and he saw Kozna's expression twisted and weeping in pain, and he saw the only lamp in the corridor casting a cold gaze on their heads.

【…… Sorry, sorry. 】

Coetze muttered to himself,

[I'm saving you...... Brothers...... You shouldn't be facing those ...... Let me try...... Let me try it once......]

The abandoned phoenix will fall.

The bloody tears in the corners of Coetze's eyes were dripping onto the black tear stains that Fogen had cried, and there were some glittering glitters on them.

Coetzes didn't want him to fall.

But fate says so.

…… Fate...... Destiny......

Let him try again.

Let him try...... Change your fate.

Koz's all-black eyes trembled, and he felt the sound of the flaming sword smashing bones inside him, and he felt the shards of internal organs swell in his throat.

He was resisting, after he had sunk countless times, for his brother, for the brother who had once radiated kindness to him, for the sake of ...... Himself.

It was almost a jade-burning attack, and Coz stared at Fogen, and in a trance, he saw Motarian's hateful face.

The Lord of Death looked at him with a mocking smile, the wrinkles around his eyes huddled mockingly.

【…… Destiny? 】

He said slowly,

[I ask you, Konrad Coz,]

[Is Sevita still alive?] 】

【Race !!! 】

Conrad Coz let out a cry that shattered his eardrums, and he staggered forward, the merciless light of his sword brushing his neck.

The lion frowned, and he slashed his sword into the air.

Instead of pulling up the phoenix lying on the ground, he stepped over the phoenix and chased after Coz, who was staggering for his life.

But then there was an earth-shattering explosion – accompanied by the hum of the vents suddenly running at full power.

Almost instantly, a thin layer of dim poisonous gas piled up on the ground.

Coates laughed maniacally.

【Race!】 It's my race! 】

He instantly ducked into the thickest gas pile, and Sevita was clever - he used the gas he had used on the first two escapes of Coetze, not the new one.

This means that Coz has long had antibodies to this poison gas!

The lion was far more cautious than Konrad Coz thought, and as the breathing hose was broken, he chose to retreat and retreat to the phoenix, at which point Fogen was able to stand up and look even more embarrassed.

Leon Johnson stared disapprenantly at the blast-blown exit, the only exit completely blocked by large blocks of construction.

The vents are not large enough for a primordial to pass through.

He frowned and called out to his warriors in the communication channel.

"Roger."

Cowwayne, the Dark Angel, said that he was standing in the Nightfall's central command room, blade in hand, facing Sevita with a defiant smile on his face.

Sevita stood there, his hand resting on the console, his handcoat decorated with human skin just pressed a button.

The porthole, which occupies half of the cabin, casts a strange light towards the two Space Marines, and the crack in the subspace that the dark angel forcibly tore has not yet closed, and those tides are swaying in the vacuum not far away.

The rest of the Dark Angels hadn't arrived yet, and Coswayne was rushing a little too fast as a vanguard.

But to his shock, the Midnight Lords didn't seem to have enough troops to withstand his stabbing.

Sevita unhurriedly pulled up a small microphone on the podium with that hand.

"Your Excellency, what do you need, your most loyal son obeys your orders."

The shrill sound of electricity rang out, followed by the voice of Sevita in the corridor where the three primordials were standing.

Coates laughed and coughed,

[No. 3 poison gas, and Jusu! ] 】

He shouted, regaining the initiative.

Coswayne, who thought he was confronting Sevita, felt offended in some way, and the Ninth Knights' champion raised his sword and slashed at Sevita, attempting to interrupt Sevita's actions.

As if he had foreseen his movements, the Raven Prince danced, his halberd blocking the attack, and then his other hand immediately pressed another button.

"Jusu pour confirmed."

The sound of machinery rang out in the empty command room.

"Confirm! Permission Granted - Legion Commander Sevita! ”

Coswayne subconsciously gasped, but the sword in his hand never stopped, and with another swing, he stopped.

Coswayne stared at Sevita,

"Who the hell are you?"

Sevitapi stared at him with a smile,

"The Raven Prince, the condemned, the true captain of the Midnight Lord, Sevita."

"Unbelievable,"

Coswayne said,

"The Midnight Lord has fallen to such a point."

Sevita stared at Coswayne, of course he wanted to slow down time, in fact, he believed the other side was thinking the same way.

They all think that their own primordial can be the first to kill the opposing primordial and end the war.

At the other end, Coates screamed and threw a cloud of gooper at the lion, the gooey thing sticking under the eyepiece, and the next moment, the Lord of the Night knocked the lion into the fuel pile—and he ran away.

Coswayne raised his sword and made a symbolic and hasty salute, which is a knight's tradition,

For some reason, he didn't want to introduce his title to Sevita...... All words have become bleak in front of the "real corps commander".

"My name is Coswayne."

"Commander of the Eighth Legion,"

Coswayne said simply, a little disgusted, that he was thinking about the possibility of one thing,

"Now, surrender, the fleets of the First and Third Legions have surrounded you, and you have long been defeated."

The strength of the Eighth Army Corps was simply not able to match the two corps.

The Third Legion had just begun to realize what was happening, but the First Legion had alerted them, and they were quick to act.

"Don't do useless struggles, surrender, our primitives will consider giving the Eighth Army a way out."

Cothwayne pondered,

“…… We'll give you a chance to get rid of the original, Sevita, as long as you order the Legion to give up resistance, Midnight Lord's ...... Legion Commander. ”

The lion who had been knocked into the fuel pile let out an earth-shattering roar, and he struggled out of the fuel pile in embarrassment and chased after Coz, who had already chased after the phoenix.

Coates tore off the chains that had once bound him, and the massive chains turned into whips in his hands—don't question the strength of a chain that could bind the original.

Wielding two long whips, Koz charged towards the phoenix.

In the command room, Sevita laughed, and he opened his hand somewhat innocently and stared at Coswayne,

"My cousin,"

He said, as if trying so hard to show his sincerity,

"You can see that the current Midnight Lord is on the verge of shattering, Conrad Coz is crazy, and I'm just a poor ghost caught between the original body and the legion,"

"If you could...... I also hope to ......"

Sevita said slowly, taking a step back, letting the head ornament behind his armor rest against the podium, and pressed the string of buttons without a trace.

The order was issued from the central command room, and on the Nightfall, numerous secondary control hubs were put into operation.

From a macro perspective, Nightfall began to accelerate, rushing towards the subspace rift.

Sevita counted inwardly, he knew what the original body meant...... That crazy father could only mean that.

“…… I hope you megalomaniacs die! ”

Sevita lunged at Coswayne, shouting to himself,

"What?! Haven't you ever seen a Legion Commander be a dog for a Legion Champion?! Kitten?! ”

Sevita had just snuffed out one, and for him, it was a very bright future.

But there is no way, whoever calls him the commander of the legion, he has to be responsible for the people in the legion.

No, yes!

(End of chapter)