[You're too unfamiliar with your fighting skills, my parasite brother. 】

[Not even as good as Magnus.] 】

Midnight is approaching.

One second more.

The Spider Queen's right ear caught the softest of announcements, and it was the claws of the Midnight Wraith tearing through the curtain of darkness once more, eager to drag her into a nightmare.

Morgan didn't back down, she cautiously stepped on every piece of land that was confirmed to be safe, turned around, leaned to the left, and the blue-black spear sliced through the air with a converging sound, fending off the midnight ghost's careless claws in an instant.

The Lord of the Second Legion narrowed her eyes, her blue-blue pupils, which had always been full of reason, had now turned into a narrow contempt, and her seemingly thin wrists twisted, turning the heavy blade into a roaring turbulence, forcing back the attack of the blood relatives in the blink of an eye, and leaving a bloody trail on the dry pale arm by the way.

Seventeenth.

Inside her, the Spider Queen quietly made a count: it was the seventeenth wound she had given Conrad, and the seventeenth turn since they began their confrontation.

Poor fellow: he was far more ignorant and savage, bloodthirsty and crazy than Morgan had imagined.

Midnight Ghost didn't even dodge the blades of his blood kin, he allowed his pale limbs and shoulders to be covered in bloody wounds, and the pain over and over again strengthened his strength, allowing him to devote himself more to the active attack after attack, like an outlaw trapped in a corner.

The more savage he became, the more contemptuous the Spider Queen's heart became.

Another attack, another collision, another wound, the blue-black steel blades flew under the tremendous force of the genetic prototype, drawing a vague crescent moon in the pure darkness, and single-handedly resisting the two sharp claws of the Midnight Ghost attacking again, and also making the faces of the two emperors' heirs extremely close.

Through the metal web of the blades and rotting nails, Morgan could see even the bleeding hands of the Midnight Wraith, and the skeletal faces behind them: her blood relatives had a nightmarish face that had lost almost all muscle and fat, black eyes that almost fell from the pale skin, and in the weak lips were a smile made of rugged yellow teeth and shriveled gums.

He was laughing, bleeding profusely.

It's disgusting.

Morgan couldn't help but frown: for a short time in their wrestling, the stench from the throat of the Midnight Wraith was persistently hitting the nostrils of the Lord of the Second Legion, the smell of rot, mold, and digestive juices.

Koz noticed this, and he smiled even more, the beast with a huge skeleton pouring all his savings into his arms, and he realized that [strength] was his advantage in this battle.

"Don't you notice, my dear blood relative?"

The Midnight Wraith leaned forward, his dark eyes meeting those cold blue pupils through the collision of metal and flesh, his countenance half corroded by the madness of the darkness.

"Your strength is so pathetic, even my flesh can easily stand against your full armament, and I still have extra strength, what else do you have?"

[I have the skills I learned from Caliban. 】

[Trust me, you won't want to know what that is.] 】

The Spider Empress raised her eyebrows, she had not yet succeeded in igniting the anger of using psionic energy to settle the battle, and after using her wrist to force back another round of attack, Morgan heard a burst of laughter and whispers in the darkness where Coates had retreated.

The hallway was covered with dust and blood, the blood of a genetic protogen, and while not a single drop of it belonged to Morgan, it was enough to ignite the brow of the Lord of the Second Legion and make her feel uneasy.

The Midnight Ghost wasn't her match, and it was obvious: even though Conrad was taller, stronger, and crazier than her, he didn't even have a real piece of equipment, his only protection was the tattered cloak, his only weapon was the thin, pale claws, and when he swooped down on the Spider Queen's protection, fighting her like two warriors, the only result was that Morgan's blade left a new trail of blood on his body.

This even made Morgan a little uneasy: she didn't believe that Midnight Ghost had all these tricks, and she wasn't so arrogant as to think that her hand-to-hand combat could easily outperform any of the Primitives.

After all, her melee ability can't even win against Killiman.

In contrast to the Spider Queen's stern stance, Midnight Ghost seemed to be very relaxed, his words as harsh as his claws breaking through the air, even a little nagging.

"You remind me of the old Nostramo, my blood relative, and you remind me of those who live in the minarets, who are just like you, proud of their so-called skill, but without even the slightest bit of strength: their blades can only be used to scratch the faces of those slaves for amusement."

Midnight Ghost was silent for a moment.

"And it's ugly."

Morgan smiled.

[I also find it ugly: but you don't have to use your face as evidence.] 】

There was a burst of laughter in the darkness, and a scattered mix of grinding sounds: Morgan could hear Coetze's four claws clasping against the wall, nails that had perhaps never been trimmed piercing the metal, sending the Midnight Wraith like a gecko cruising above the head of the Lord of the Second Legion.

But he didn't attack again, and as the Genoprime's sub-mystical constitution continued to repair his wounds, Midnight Wraith gripped the ceiling with the soles of his feet, dangling his claws in midair, bending his spine like a centipede, enjoying some kind of wanton talk that happened in the darkness.

"I have never spoken so much to someone in one breath, my great blood relatives who have come back from the dead, I always know everything before they even open their mouths: just as I can see all the future and destiny."

[So, fate taught you to become a maggot in the middle of Aiai?] 】

"No, all it tells me is despair."

The hoarse voice in the darkness seemed to stop for a moment, and when Midnight Wraith spoke again, his voice was sincere for less than a moment.

"And the end and death."

“……”

"That's about you."

[How I don't remember. 】

"You just forgot."

"But I didn't forget."

Morgan's eyes narrowed, she didn't let her guard down, in the darkness, the Lord of the Second Legion could hear the slightest rustling sound, like a path through the metal with his hard legs, filled with a terrifying determination.

"I have not forgotten anything I have seen, my blood kinsman, our father, and the dark gods of the clouds have given me one of my most abominable gifts, I have seen everything, and I have remembered everything, and I cannot even forget it."

"All of you, genetics and mortals, could have indulged in this glittering tattered stage until the very end, but you can't imagine what will happen and what path will take in this galaxy when the final scene of this drama also falls, when our father's failed ridiculous empire is about to face the final chapter."

"That's something you won't understand, and you won't believe, you're not me, and you can't see the only right path: the path I'm taking."

The Midnight Ghost let out a wistful laugh, his voice, his breath, his darkness moving along the decaying metal walls with his claws, crawling to and fro, appearing in front of Morgan and then on the other side of the hallway, as if nothing.

"That's the only thing I can do."

"Judgment, Justice, Order."

"It's my birthright responsibility, it's my calling."

Coetze's voice was like the scales of a viper scraping against the rough bark of a tree, raising the slightest tremor in the air and dust, and Morgan could even make out his pale body writhing slowly on the ceiling.

She narrowed her eyes and realized that my Midnight Ghost was actually expecting her answer.

So, she spoke.

[Is this your vocation?] 】

"Yes."

[An enforcer? 】

"The hand of justice, blood relative, you may also call the vengeful man in the dark, to avenge all those who have been harmed by the guilty, because there is no one to speak for them."

[Sounds like there's a false aesthetic vibe in there.] 】

"That's not enough to convince you?"

[Yes.] 】

[You need to answer me, Coetzes.] 】

In the darkness, the Lord of the Second Legion smiled, a grin that made Cothwayne, Ahriman, and Lana instinctively creep.

[Tell me.] 】

[You kill because they are guilty?] 】

"That's right."

[So, what is sin? 】

"Sin is against the law......

What is law? 】

"The law is the right thing to do."

What does it mean to be correct? 】

“…… Don't do evil, do the right thing......"

What is the right thing? Where is the limit of evil? 】

“……”

She heard the sound of grinding her teeth.

"Why are you prevaricating my answer with a question you knowingly ask?"

[Then why do you ask others with a truth that you can't even understand?] 】

“……”

"Because doing so will bring order! I've saved a world......"

Have you saved? 】

“……”

Do you know what the word salvation means? 】

“……”

[You call yourselves Midnight Spirits, yourselves King of Nostramo, self-proclaimed bearer of all sin and fear, and thou art a great man. 】

[But you never claimed to be the savior of Nostramo.] 】

“……”

[Because you didn't even think to have that title, because no one calls you that.] 】

“……”

"They obey my order! They got ......"

Did they obey? 】

In another interruption of the Midnight Spirit's words, the Lord of the Second Legion could clearly hear the creaking sound of the thin wrist knuckle clenched tightly.

After a long time, the most hideous words were squeezed out of the sharp teeth that were gritted out, and even one could imagine how terrifying that skeleton-like face would become at this time.

"Stop talking nonsense! Dead person! ”

"I saved Nostramo! I saved everyone! I dragged them out of the realm of the beast! True order was achieved with fear! Be quiet! Obey! No killings, riots and thefts! Only everyone who surrenders peacefully in the operation of order! ”

"This is order! This is salvation! This is the right way, the only way! ”

【…… Scold. 】

Morgan smiled, her undisguised contempt that angered Midnight Wraith more than all the scars combined, the spine that supported her pale body flexed like a curved bow that had been pulled to its limit.

【The only way?】 】

“…… That's right. ”

Have you tried any other paths? 】

"I see the future, the direction of everything has long been remembered in my mind, I have seen the results of every choice, I have seen the destruction in the fragments, so I know what is right and what must be done?"

[In other words, you don't even see the whole process, and just remember the moment of the so-called result, and decide that this is the only way?] 】

"The so-called process doesn't matter in the face of real results."

[What you say sounds like picking up a piece of meat from the floor, whether it's moldy or not, dusty or not, or mixed in a pile of excrement: just throw it straight into your stinking mouth.] 】

[Whatever, anyway, it will end up rotting into a mess in the stomach.] 】

“……”

[Oh, sorry, I forgot. 】

[Such unhygienic, beast-like behavior, it seems that someone has been doing it all along: he still thinks that others are beasts.] 】

“…… You can't anger me, Queen of the Rotting Corpse, your words are as ridiculous as a child compared to the darkness of Nostramo, I see the real future, and I don't care about the ...... now."

[The real future? 】

The words came along with Morgan's laughter, and she lifted one foot, the banter on her face could not even be concealed by the thick darkness.

[What a coincidence, my parasite brother, I have just seen a real future: I have seen that at some point in the future, you will kneel down and kiss my socks and feet. 】

[Without further ado, why don't we start now?] 】

“……”

A sincere desire to fight from the Midnight Ghost came from the distant darkness.

"You ......"

[What's wrong with me?] You wouldn't want to do that, would you, Brother Parasite? You know, you've only seen the results, maybe I'm looking at some of the processes? 】

[How do you know that this is a lie from my mouth?] 】

“……”

Maybe it's true? 】

[Maybe it's a future you haven't had time to see?] 】

[Maybe in the future, in addition to letting you kill people, skin people, eat rats and wild dogs, I will also let you kiss my feet: I don't think this is so difficult to accept compared to the first three. 】

“……”

[Maybe if you don't do this, there will be countless worlds that cannot be saved, after all, you have deviated from the only correct path, so no matter how hard you try, it will not be as good as a fragment of the gift given to you in the future, and no one can be saved. 】

[Do you dare to bet? 】

“……”

[You don't dare. 】

[After all, it was the only right path that saved them, after all, the future is everything: what are you?] 】

“……”

For the first time in a long time, the Lord of the Second Legion smelled a silence from a blood brother that would bring about fighting and death: the last time he had this feeling was in front of Johnson......

But Johnson doesn't stink so much.

Morgan waited quietly for a moment, until she realized that the rustling sound was accompanied by an indescribable silence, and that the protogen, who had long been bored with the boring conversation, only clenched her spear and yawned lazily, smiling and spitting out the last words between the tears that were involuntarily left behind.

[So. 】

[Do you want to kiss the right foot, or the left foot?] 】

“……”

[Why don't you ask about your future?] 】

“……”

"Enough is enough!!"

——————

Growl.

Neigh.

Hysteria.

At the end of the corridor, in the eyes of the old guard array, who were always in battle, for some reason, the battle between the genetic prototypes suddenly became extremely crazy.

The Midnight Ghost, who had been just a puffy cloud, bent his spine once more when he finished his conversation with the Queen of Genes, and struck out of the darkness like an unstoppable night hurricane.

He had become extraordinarily manic, extraordinarily reckless, and he allowed the spear of the Lord of the Second Legion to pierce wound after wound on his body, dragging his bleeding body as desperately as he desperately tried to get close to his opponent.

And even more terrifyingly: with the innate talent and power of the genetic protogen, the Midnight Ghost is indeed getting closer to his blood relatives, roaring like a feline beast with its hind legs pierced, smashing through the curtain of the spear with his skull and hands, and breaking into a small shop full of glass like a raging boar.

The Spider Empress was not alarmed by this, she rolled up her long steel skirt, protected her upper body with the weapons given by the Lord of the Fire Dragon and the Overlord of Medusa, and parried the savage collision of the Midnight Wraith again and again, carefully observing the rhythm and pace of the battle, and did not fall behind at all.

But in the eyes of the Dawnbreakers, hundreds of meters away, the Midnight Wraith's frenzied strands of hair were able to reach the arm of their genetic mother, and the situation was already in danger to the point where they had to be reinforced.

But there was one man who didn't think so: he stopped all his comrades.

"The original body has been brought close! Rana! We must go now! ”

“…… No. ”

"Not now."

The Chief Old Guard stopped his fighting brothers, his gaze constantly shuttling back and forth between the distant battle and the shadows at the edge of the corridor, as if to confirm something.

"The original needs us to be by her side! Rana! ”

"The Primordial needs us to stay here!"

Lana turned his head and looked at his indignant fighting brothers: most of them were excellent fighters, experienced battlefield killers, but they still lacked a sense of the truth.

He narrowed his eyes, and his voice was unmistakably calm.

"We need to stay here!"

"You! ……”

"You don't know what a battle between the Primordial Entities means, and in the absence of any of the obvious signs of decline, we stay here and don't rush closer, which is the best assistance for the Primordials."

"And, even if we're going to go over, we must not approach from here."

"Why?"

"Midnight Wraiths are monsters that have grown up in intrigue, hunting, and trapping, keep your eyes open and thermal imaging instruments to take a closer look at the floor and walls of this corridor."

"Think about it again: why did our genetic mother use psionic energy to cross this short distance all the way: the logistics warehouse has just reported the loss of a batch of hot melt bombs, you idiots!"

“…… So what do we do? ”

“……”

"Give me the light, and the map!"

——————

"Sometimes I feel like I actually like to kill: I'm pure because of that."

"We all have the power to kill, but most people don't dare to use it."

"Including you."

"My blood relatives."

"How much power and means have you suppressed now, and how much malice do you have now?"

"Are you afraid of them?"

The Midnight Wraith was still stinking in an almost frenzied manner, his words were almost madly talking to himself, and he didn't care about Morgan's answer at all, it seemed to be just accumulating with his bloodthirsty buildup.

Morgan didn't speak, she responded silently.

Steno and Eury Ellie spread out the moment Midnight Wraith's claws struck again, from both hands to their arms, their materials far harder than the hull of a battleship rendered Conrad's claws useless and provided a perfect opportunity for the Lord of the Second Legion.

The Midnight Ghost was too close: he was right in front of Morgan, and the door was wide open.

Morgan didn't miss the opportunity: her hands clenched the spear and without hesitation stabbed into Midnight Wraith's shriveled abdomen, revealing a bloody spike about half a meter long on his back, while her head quickly retreated, dodging the frenzied claws of the sore Midnight Wraith, only missing half an inch of side hair on either side of her cheek.

It was a decisive blow, but it was also a blow that avoided the vital point, and the spear dodged Midnight Ghost's intestines, stomach, and spine, temporarily pinning him to the wall, allowing the silver-haired genoplasm to ask his crazy brother with a disdainful grin.

[Your mouth doesn't seem to be helping you to your advantage, parasite.] 】

"That's true."

Coates sneered and twisted himself off the blade of the gun. Leaving behind a stinking sheet of blood falling from the blue-black metal.

"But not necessarily next time."

Morgan laughed, she didn't bother to speak, she just continued to wave her spear, forcing the Midnight Ghost to one wall, and the genogen itself occupied the other: she knew that both walls were too rotten to withstand the collision of the two emperors' heirs, and she also knew that behind Koz was the void, and behind her was a vacant room.

It's time for the game to end.

Morgan thought so.

The Spider Empress made a rare attempt that seemed to scare the Midnight Wraith: her legs still clung to the wall, but her hands could only hold off the spear of the Second Legion Lord in a rush of defense.

This meant that Morgan had a free hand: she didn't hesitate, and quickly clenched her fist, using all her might, aimed at the scar on Coetze's abdomen: it was healing rapidly, but it wasn't fully recovered.

With a single punch, the genogen could even feel the Midnight Wraith's intestines and stomach wail under its own tremendous force, and could feel the solidified pieces of flesh that Conrad called food all overturned by the brutal blow, and even rushed directly into the throat of the Midnight Wraith in reverse.

It's done.

Even the Lord of the Second Legion couldn't help but laugh at this time, she could predict the lethality of this blow, and her fist even hit her opponent's stomach directly.

The battle is over.

Morgan looked up, looking at the distorted face of Kozna trapped against the wall.

……

And then.

——————

She saw a smile.

——————

"Wow!!!"

Midnight Ghost, vomited.

Under the long-planned arrangement, in the continuous devouring and accumulation, within this trap covered by extreme pain: with the help of Morgan's unreserved blow, all the undigested contents of Coetze's stomach poured out of his intestines in an instant, enveloping Conrad's laughter and madness, breaking through the constraints of gravity, breaking through the barriers of his throat and teeth.

He threw up.

Right in front of Morgan, above his head.

Large chunks of rotting meat and foul-smelling food fell from the sky like an inevitable flood, and the genoplasms could even clearly see the rodent corpses half-corroded by Coetze's digestive juices, and the yellow-green viscous liquid smashed straight into her arms: one of them was confronting Coz with a weapon, and the other was hitting Midnight Ghost's stomach in the middle of the vomit.

【……！ 】

In less than a second of reaction time from her superhuman senses, the Spider Queen didn't even have time to pick up her ideals, and under the influence of some natural personality and gender, she instinctively withdrew her arms, dodging the swill wave that was enough to drown her.

Because of this, she revealed a flaw.

For a moment, the second she stepped back and didn't hold her footing, neither the blue-black spear, nor Steno, nor Eury Ellie, nor even the Genetic Prototype's wrapped soul shield could protect her.

And the Midnight Ghost has been waiting for this moment since the beginning.

The Lord of Nostramo, who had been hanging on the wall, flew out like a spring, not minding that he was covered in his own vomit, and he grasped the moment that was crucial to him with precision, smashing it like a meteorite into his blood relatives.

Before Morgan's will could summon any psionic shield, the Midnight Ghost had pounced on her, his long arms helping him grapple with the Spider Queen's fragile neck, strangled firmly, pale yellow saliva sliding down his teeth, Conrad couldn't help but draw close to his blood relatives, and whispered foul whispers in her ear.

"Surprise~"

In the next moment, the impact of the weight of the two genetic prototypes directly tore through the fragile wall behind Morgan, smashing them both into the endless dark labyrinth behind the wall.

……

"Lana!"

The Old Guards witnessed this, and the chainsaw in their hands quickly began to roar, and everyone looked at their commander with the last shred of sanity before they ran wildly.

The Chief Guard's answer was to slam it aside after one last glance at the map.

"I know where they've gone."

"Follow me! Get ready for battle! ”

——————

"Die, my blood relative."

"It's good for all of us."

Loud voices danced in the darkness where no one could see anything clearly, and two powerful genetic protogens continued to fight in the ashes that had not been touched for decades, but the situation had been reversed.

Morgan's spear was lost as it fell from the Midnight Spirit, leaving three scars on her neck, and at this moment, she and her blood brother had grabbed each other's throats and smashed each other against the dark hardstone wall.

They suffered casualties on each other, but the moment the Midnight Wraith approached Morgan, he undoubtedly had the upper hand, and the vulgar fighting skills and undisciplined offensive were endlessly magnified at this moment, no matter how skillful the Lord of the Second Legion was in the fighting techniques he had learned, he always fell into the quagmire of more and more trouble in the unreasonable entanglement of the Midnight Wraith.

"Don't you notice that your psionic powers interact with me?"

When Conrad grabbed Morgan by the throat again and slammed her to the ground, he approached her ear, and the heat from his mouth hit the Spider Queen's face.

"Oh, look what I say, of course you know this, you know from the moment you see me that we interfere with each other's psionic energy, and you are afraid to be impregnated by the madness in my mind: therefore, you don't even dare to use psionic energy, and now, you can't use it."

Coates lowered his head, the water dripping from between his sharp teeth onto Morgan's neck.

"Maybe I should kill you here, right here, and it will put everything back on track and get you back to your sinful plan."

Enjoying it, Midnight Wraith listened to the whispers of his blood relatives beneath him, and the echo of coughing up blood, his tone seemed to sink into some kind of desperate memory.

"You know, I see the choice you made, I see the direction you chose for the future: there are eight chairs in the hall that are destined to be filled, but only half of them have their own masters."

"You didn't go to the fifth, you chose for yourself endless change and agnosticism, you tied yourself to the end of the empire, you chose your power: enslavement, rejection, extermination...... And aliens, and other things. ”

"You, know, Tao, right?"

"You know, I'm right, like you know you're out of options......"

“……”

"What are you laughing at?"

As he caught a glimpse of the sarcastic smile on that white face, Midnight Ghost sensed for the first time that something seemed unexpected.

【…… cough ......】

[Koz, do you remember? 】

"What do you remember?"

Caliban...... Swordsmanship ......】

“……”

"What?"

Before he could finish speaking, Midnight Ghost suddenly felt his bottom plate suddenly unstable: while he was intoxicated by his words, [Eury Ellie], who had quietly broken away from the arm of the original body, had already grabbed one of Koz's feet, and with a fierce tug, the Spider Queen's legs were released.

Morgan didn't hesitate, she pushed up her knee and slammed it upward.

"Click!"

The sharp pain between his legs could not even be completely restrained by the Midnight Spirit, and a moment of pain caused his claws to unravel slightly, and before he could react, he found that his blood relatives of the living dead had rolled aside.

……

Damn it!

Without the slightest hesitation, Midnight Wraith leapt to his feet, endured the pain, and fled in the darkness, and just behind him, with the relentless pupils of silver hair scattered, the spell of psionic energy spread rapidly.

Just looking back, Midnight Ghost felt a new pain in his right arm, and he turned his head to see that his entire arm was hanging limply.

“……”

This time, the game is really over.

Koz slammed open the door and circled toward the darkness, and right behind him, waves of psionic energy that could end everything swept into a silent roaring hydra, devouring everything in the darkness and in hot pursuit.

[Conrad - Coetze!!! 】

——————

Twenty Daybreaker guards were scurrying through the darkness, but their footsteps stopped involuntarily in the next moment.

There is no other reason.

"Lana, thermal imaging shows an extremely high-velocity object coming towards us."

Lana blinked, making a judgment in a split second.

"Everyone, stop moving!"

"Aim ahead, saturate fire design, block the road!"

"That could be our primordial!"

"Even if our genetic protogens are weak to the limit, they will not be killed by bullets!"

Without anyone to refute, the twenty Terminator veterans quickly picked up their shooting weapons, and the next moment, the fierce light of fire completely illuminated the entire dark passage, and thousands of explosive orders obscured everything without mercy.

“…… Damn. ”

The Midnight Ghost watched as he was overwhelmed by a frenzied sea of fire in front of him, and even he didn't dare to crash into it, but at this moment of hesitation, the deadly pursuers behind him were already killed.

The metal walls around them began to twist and change, hundreds of steel bars pouring out like long snakes in shock, mercilessly stabbing at the Midnight Ghost among them, and the ground beneath his feet twisted from hard rock to mud in an instant, delaying the Nostramo King until countless steel bars pierced his body, tied him up, and dragged him back to the deepest depths of the darkness.

Morgan was there, she was silent.

The silence made Midnight Wraith feel more jealous and dissatisfied than all the anger that had come before.

Because immediately after, she laughed.

[I'm really touched by the fact that you're willing to come back, Conrad.] 】

In the darkness, the Lord of the Second Legion walked unhurriedly to Coetze's side, which was bound by countless psionic reinforced steel bars, and she casually raised her hand, and the next moment, the tortured sound of bones being shattered was heard on the legs of the Midnight Ghost, leaving the Night King with gritted teeth in cold sweat.

Morgan wasn't angry: at least she didn't, she just lazily brushed her loose hair, wiped the ash off her cheeks, wiped the dirt off her clothes little by little, and grabbed Midnight Ghost's ankle with her psionic hand.

Smashed out.

Smash again.

Then smash.

Like a dart in Morgan's hand, the King of Nostramo slammed through the labyrinthine darkness with the most powerful swings, smashing his skull through the decaying walls until the blood spilling from his head soaked his entire pale face to crimson, making people wonder if the Midnight Wraith was still breathing.

It wasn't until the old guards outside the door involuntarily stopped in the whispers of their mother's anger that Morgan, who had vented his anger a little, used his psionic energy to drag Midnight Ghost's ankles, dragging all the way through the sharp path of gravel and scrap metal for hundreds of meters, leaving a bloody path that stretched to her feet.

Morgan was already leaning back in a chair that was in some disrepair, and she casually glanced at the barely breathing Midnight Ghost, her pupils already filled with sincere contempt.

[Do you have anything else to say?] 】

The Spider Empress coldly threw out her final declaration, and between the smashed dust and the icy steel, the Midnight Wraith gasped for air, then coughed up the filth of blood and filth.

"You ......"

"You can't kill me!"

Coates roared, his voice staccato but full of a wickedness and confidence that would make him act recklessly.

"You're not going to kill me!"

He spittled in a thick veil of blood and tooth shards, and the Midnight Wraith turned its head sideways, revealing only half of its face.

"You can't kill me!"

"I am redeemed!"

"My life was taken by the assassins of the Lord of Mankind, and that is my judgment!"

He roared, hoarse, as if it were an indestructible truth.

He was answered by the shrill and cold of the Spider Queen's amused laughter, and the sound of her unhurriedly taking off something.

[Remember, Conrad-Coetze.] 】

From this moment on, your life does not belong to the emperor for the time being. 】

[And it belongs to me.] 】

[Remember that.] 】

Morgan laughed, and then, she lifted her feet: she took off her boots and socks, and her feet, which had accumulated sweat from the battle, stepped on Midnight Ghost's cheek without hesitation, obscuring his right ear, face, eyebrows, and broken teeth.

[Remember it all.] 】

[Remember your present shame. 】

[This is what you are asking for. 】

The Spider Empress casually kneaded her blood relative's pale cheeks, thin to the point of not a trace of fat, carefully avoiding the vital point of her eyes and mouth: after all, there was still sweat on the soles of her feet.

[Remember it all.] 】

And my words to you. 】

She lowered her body and softly spat out the sincere words of her heart in the disbelief of the Midnight Ghost's gaze.

Then, with a kick, he stomped his head into the hardstone slab.

……

【Emperor? 】

……

[Fuck the emperor.] 】

(End of chapter)