【Bal】

The footsteps of the archangel echoed in the corridor of the cell, and in the closed corridor, countless candles were burning, reflecting the shadows of the dance.

St. Giles walked in silence, beside him, Sevita, the prince of the crows, following respectfully, limping.

The Commander of the Eighth Regiment had his leg broken during a fight with Coswayne.

But he's still alive, he's alive, Konrad Coz is alive, the Eighth Legion is still alive and there—Sevita is satisfied.

Even though they may be the first legion without the Queen of Glory.

It doesn't matter, even if the Midnight Lord still has the Nightfall, their few numbers are not enough to sustain the vigilance of a Glorious Queen.

At that time, Sevita lay contented in the ruins, ready to accept her final death-

Then he was dug up by a holy blood angel named "Amyt", and it seemed that the other party thought he was dead and was about to nibble on him to see if he could dig something good out of his brain.

Now, he didn't want to wake up, he had to wake up.

The good news is that although the Archangels did not have a very good attitude towards the Midnight Lords, they also took them with their noses pinched.

Thinking of this, Sevita chuckled dryly in her heart.

This is the reward of "loyalty".

As long as they are still human beings, still unyielding, and still retain human souls, they are a scarce commodity in this long night.

St. Giles is also aware of this.

No matter how depraved the Midnight Lords were, they didn't kneel down in the end.

Yes, they eat people, they skin, they go crazy, they break the rules, they bring fear, and finally they even mutilate the innocent, they take pleasure in torturing humanity - but they are good legions, they do not fall.

Therefore, the archangel who lacked manpower had to accept the Eighth Legion, no matter how much he disliked and hated them.

Sevita followed behind the archangel silently, almost deferentially, knowing that this was their last chance.

Beside him, the footsteps of the archangel sounded calmly, no longer smiling at the heirs and the people, and the archangel was expressionless in the flickering firelight.

Sevita knew that the archangel had just "quarreled" with Leon Johnson, and by the way, he had participated in eighteen battles large and small.

The archangel tries to convince the lion, and the lion is not like a person who changes his mind so quickly and easily.

…… But the lion will eventually succumb.

Sevita knew, because this was the reality, and the lion was not a real knight.

A true knight would give up everything about himself, including his life, because of some old and stubborn code, but Leon was not that kind of person, and as you can see from the way he fights, he is a man who will stop at nothing for the sake of victory.

The beast, Sevita laughed in her heart, but only approved a layer of knight's human skin.

Even Konrad Coz, as long as Coz still has a shred of sanity - then he will not slaughter innocents, this is the bottom line of the Lord of the Night.

But does the lion have a bottom line...... It's hard to say.

This is also the advantage that the archangel only needs to lay out the pros and cons, give him a little time, and the lion will be able to figure it out on his own.

And now...... The archangel is clearly going to meet with Conrad Coz alone.

Sevita looked at the Archangel without a trace, once upon a time, he had also heard about the Holy Blood Angel.

If we take the Imperial Truth as the boundary, we can simply divide the Empire's legions into categories.

The first gear definitely believes in the truth of the Empire, even if you see the demon with your own eyes, you will try to explain it with the truth of the Empire - Ultramarine, Fist of the Empire.

In the second gear, the one who believes in the truth of the empire, but realizes that there is something in the subspace, and has always been ambiguous about the truth of the empire - White Scar, the son of Horus.

The third gear, those who do not believe in the truth of the empire and stand up for their own religion - the speakers.

And among them...... The Holy Blood Angel is actually in the middle ground between the second and third gears.

There is no other reason - because on the mother planet of the Holy Blood Angels, Baal, there really is a religion that believes in St. Giles as a god.

At that time, the archangel used himself to follow the emperor back to the empire as a weight, and demanded that the emperor not cancel the religion on the Bal.

The religion of the Whisperers is to believe in the emperor as a god, and on the side of the Angels of the Holy Blood, Baal believes in the archangel as a god.

From a secular point of view, St. Giles's ambitions may be greater than Luojia's.

…… This should have been a very in-depth act, but the great heaven used his personal charm to suppress those inquiring eyes, so not many people criticized the religion of Baal.

And now, with Sevita limping, the archangel finally reveals his true colors, religion, which is the solution found by the perfect heir of the emperor.

It's ironic.

Whatever, anyway, Sevita couldn't say anything praising the God Emperor or praising the Archangel, he would rather be drilled in the head by the demon.

But...... When you see people talking about people, you talk about ghosts, and when you see archangels, remember to praise the God Emperor!

That's it, Sevita muttered inwardly.

Thanks to St. Giles for not being able to read minds, I don't know what was going on in the mind of this very cooperative Eighth Legion Commander, otherwise the Midnight Lord might have been thrown back into the void by now.

The two walked in silence, the smell of blood getting stronger and stronger, which was not a good sign, and Sevita hoped that Conrad would not kill a few more Holy Blood Angels while he was going crazy.

The archangel in front of him had a face that was almost cold to the extreme.

Eventually, after going through one defense after another, the two stood in front of the prison.

Sevita was silent.

He stared at his suffering father, Conrad Coz, who felt his eyes dry and wanted to cry, but in the end nothing came down.

Conrad stood there with his back to them, his naked upper body was scrawny and scarred, and in front of the original body, countless pieces of corpses of machine servants were sewn up—

Statue of the Emperor of God.

Using the original hair as a thread, the black thread stretched out densely from the flesh, and the flesh squirmed slightly, I don't know if the maggots inside were wriggling, or the flesh was still alive.

Sevita felt like she was throwing up, and Conrad was praying to a statue of the Emperor...... Nostramo is on top, kill him.

At the same time, the crow prince was alarmed, and Sevita stared cautiously at the archangel, already thinking about if the angel felt insulted and felt that the Midnight Lord had completely fallen,

So how should Sevita fight for Conrad until the last moment.

Sevita's hand reached for the dagger at his waist without a trace—

St. Giles seemed to have not seen his little trick, the angel was expressionless, and he slowly raised his hand,

Start clapping.

Smack, smack, smack.

The angel clapped slowly, his face grim.

[Very artistically talented, change the material, I think Fugen will like it.] 】

Coetze, who was talking to himself towards the Flesh God Emperor, slowly turned his head, tears of blood already drying up his cheeks.

【…… There's no way Fugen is coming back. 】

He said hoarsely, and the next moment, the original body in the prison slammed into the iron rod, and Conrad shook the iron rod violently in vain,

He said He forgave me! He even said He forgave me - who had the right to forgive me?! Oh my God—Fogen is gone—he's forgiving me?! He forgives me in the place of Fugan? Or forgive me on behalf of the people I killed?! 】

Sevita saw that Conrad had fallen into madness again, more mad than he had before, enough to scare off any sapient being,

He took a sharp step back in surprise, but the archangel was undaunted and took a step forward.

The angel bent down expressionlessly, and looked at Coetze, who was crying down his face,

[Scum,]

The archangel suddenly bloomed into one of the most common smiles, and he stared at Coz with a smile, his blood-red eyes blurred,

Then get out and atone for me. 】

[Of course,]

The angel smiled, and he reached out and gently placed his hand on Conrad's grip on the iron—

And then forcefully,

The prison iron, which was able to hold Konrad Coz, let out a faint scream.

Sevita's pupils dilated, and he watched the archangel leisurely break the iron rod and step into the cell leisurely, Conrad seemed to want to retreat subconsciously, but he was dragged by the archangel and had nowhere to escape,

[Before that, I think it's necessary to get to know each other.] 】

Under the corners of the angel's smiling mouth, fangs were exposed.

[You say yes, in the case that everyone is trying to survive, relying on the fact that they are the original body, and they only know the scum of escape. 】

The archangel slapped him, and Coetze, who had just grown his mandible, was screaming.

All right!

(End of chapter)