"I remember you drew your sword at the primordial?"

"Yes, twice, but that was a long time ago."

"Who are they?"

"It doesn't matter, what matters is that the first time I only lasted three minutes, the second time it was five, but they were undoubtedly fiasco: not a winless loss like me and Acudona, but a real defeat with no hope."

The second company of the Dawnbreaker Legion gasped for air, and his team was the first reinforcement to arrive at the site of the incident after hearing the explosion.

The continuous mechanism along the way more or less hindered their progress, but after putting aside those comrades who could not escape for the time being, there were still more than thirty elites of the Second Legion who managed to reach the former private lounge of the original body in a minute.

And the reason why it is said to be [once] is because at this time this place is already a mess, and there is no half of elegance and solemnity at all, only the billowing smoke obscures the corridor, making the faces of every dawnbreaker who witnesses such a scene become gloomy like water.

In the faint smoke and dust, everyone could see that the wall of the original private room had been violently torn open, as if it had been shattered by some kind of brutal firepower, and several of the old guards who remained at the door had been knocked unconscious, but fortunately not affected.

And the pace of destruction is far more than that, the corridor and many elaborate bedrooms in front of the original private room have also been affected, and have become a collapsed ruin, and in this way, at the core of the Glory Queen-class battleship, a wasteland road is extended, leading to the unknown area at the end of the field of vision, and faintly, the sound of explosions can be heard constantly echoing.

The Sons of Morgan looked at each other and at Bayar's command, leaving a few men to care for the fainting battle brothers, while the rest continued along the wasteland path, eager to find and capture the murderer, the mongrel who had destroyed the abode of their Mother of Genes and left the entire Second Legion in disgrace.

They didn't hesitate: even though they had already guessed what kind of monster the murderer would be.

……

"She's such a monster."

Midnight Wraith gasped heavily, clinging to the only shadow where he could feel safe, he took the time to breathe and adjust his already shattered plans and thoughts.

At this time, the Night Lord was far from the goal of his mission, because a factor that he didn't care about at all had completely knocked his entire plan to the ground, and even made him embarrassed.

His dark blue armor was smoking, from head to toe, the result of a beam of energy that had accidentally passed him, and the craters in his shoulder armor and cloak, as well as the moth-like fire marks on his long black hair, spoke silently of the terrible and ruthless network of firepower he had to face: the kind that even the genetic protogens had to take a break from the edge.

Midnight Ghost had never systematically learned the Empire's system of warfare, but his gift as a genetic protogen was enough for him to recognize what Morgan's creature had just pulled out against him.

Gauss Cannon, Linear Particle Cannon, Electromagnetic Accelerator Cannon, Plasma Torrent, Volcano Cannon, Storm Bolt, Hive Missile, ......

The devil knows what he just went through.

The inhuman creature simply chased after him, and then poured fire on every shadow that the original gene might have: the Midnight Ghost was forced out of Morgan's room and forced to hide in the empty hallway.

He wasn't fast enough to avoid the uninterrupted psionic radar, and the armor on his body was too simple to hold back the constant firepower frenzy, and when the Night King had to retreat again, dodging a barrage of hive missiles aimed at him, he knew he had lost the chance to get a glimpse of the truth, because the most crucial few minutes had been wasted.

Conrad knew that he didn't have nothing to do: as long as he didn't run headfirst into the crowded rooms in the empty hallway, he would be able to quickly shake off the firepower and trap the pursuers behind him.

But such thoughts only appeared in the heart of Midnight Ghost for a moment, and then he was spurned by a certain bottom line in his soul, and completely turned into ashes, into evil deeds that the current Night Lord would never adopt.

Koz rolled backwards, quickly dodging a stream of fiery plasma: after the initial bombardment, he could clearly feel that the pursuer's fire was thinning, and though he wasn't sure if it was a trap, Midnight Ghost keenly spotted an opportunity.

After inducing the next attack to smash through the wall behind him, Conrad leaped into the intricate ventilation ducts in the wall, his kingdom and the realm of mist that Morgan's creations could not see.

“…… Like a mouse. ”

Hundreds of meters away, Virgo couldn't help but squint her eyes, she stopped her fire projection for the first time, and raised her head as she summoned the energy of the rest of her body to her back, ready to probe again.

But after this brief pause, a strange thing happened: the wall behind Morgan's maid suddenly collapsed, the high ceiling was destroyed by sheer violence, and the Midnight Ghost sprang out of it like a dark cannonball, his broken claws glowing with a chilling light.

“！”

Virgo reacted quickly, she turned around, and mercilessly split the attacker's long hair horizontally with the giant axe in her hand, but the Midnight Ghost was faster than her: before the first ray of edge arrived, the Night King's already ready claws accurately grasped the firepower wings on both sides of Morgan's creation, and with the innate brute strength of the original genogen, Conrad pulled out the deadliest firepower hub with only the slightest smile, revealing the crackling tangled cables inside.

Virgo, who had long since lost her nerves, only had a cold face, her great axe falling short in the face of the agility of the Midnight Spirit, but still leaving a hideous horizontal scar on the chest of the torn armor.

"Get out of the way."

The Night King smiled indifferently, he easily grabbed the giant axe, and pulled it over casually, leaving only the crisp sound of Virgo's two thin arms dislocated in an instant, and then, holding the weapon back, he delicately hit Morgan's handmaiden in the neck with the axe, which made Virgo slam heavily on the wall, and then fell weakly, falling into a stage of confusion that was temporarily unable to move.

Vaguely, Midnight Ghost could feel the psionic shield protecting Virgo's head: but in the face of the brute force of the genoplasm, these protections were clearly not enough.

Midnight Wraith retracted his smile as he focused on the little creature who had ruined his plans, and after making sure that the cloud of death wasn't hanging over her, Conrad withdrew his gaze and took a second to consider whether to hurry up and accomplish the goal that had been delayed for too long.

But soon, another voice helped him finish his thoughts: a silent but murderous footstep, followed closely by a man who interested the genotype.

……

Bayard rushed around the corner of the promenade, and his first move was to determine where the target was currently located, as well as the surrounding environment and the terrain that could be exploited.

A relatively narrow promenade, a pure one-way passage, away from the hustle and bustle of the area, and no signs of traps for the time being: if it were to be used to hinder a genetic agent, it couldn't be better.

His gaze flashed over Virgo, who had fallen at the feet of the genetic protogen, but with no more time to grieve for her, the Terra veteran, who was almost two hundred years old, simply ordered everyone to provide fire support here in the lowest voice, and then asked a question.

"How long will it take for the original to be?"

"Probably...... Three minutes. ”

Bayar nodded, his answer without the slightest hesitation.

"Got it, then leave it to me."

Then, with a deep breath, he tightened his grip on his twin knives, one long and one short, and stepped into the shadows of the corridor, into the midnight ghost that watched him with interest.

He looked at the monster, the culprit responsible for all this, the man who could kill him countless times in three minutes, and slowly lowered his body and tightened his grip on his blade.

"Please advise, Your Excellency."

——————

"Where is he! My brother who has done great things! Where is he! ”

Before the light of the psionic teleportation circle could converge into a real entity, the heavily armed Lord of Maculag rushed across the border between reality and delusion without hesitation, and stepped into the ruins of the Second Legion's flagship.

Behind him, the gloomy Spider Empress, and the best of the two Astarte Legion's Primal Guards, poured out like fallen leaves in the forest, Auguston and Rana at their leaders, two mighty warriors armed with their weapons ready to fire on anyone, even if it was another noble Genotype.

Without anyone's guidance, Killiman vanished like a whirlwind when he saw the road of ruins that spread on one side, and only the Lord of the Second Legion, who also exuded terrible pressure, could keep up with his furious footsteps.

Like a jackal stalking its prey, the Lord of Otrama quickly found Bayar, who appeared to be badly wounded, surrounded by his battle brothers, and the chief swordsman of the Second Legion had a trail of blood at his feet, and in addition to his own, there was another genetic protogen, all the way to the distance.

Morgan walked up to Bayard and placed his hand on his chest, repairing his hideous wound with silent psionic energy: the claws of the Midnight Wraith pierced Bayar's chest, but not enough to kill him.

The Dawnbreaker coughed heavily.

"One of my swords is in his chest, my lord."

【……】

[I know, well done. 】

Looking at the blood relatives who crouched down and healed the wounds of the heir and the maid, Killiman waited in silence for a moment, and then raised his head and gave orders to the heirs who kept coming behind him.

"You stay here, and Morgan and I will go and bring back our brother who has made a big mistake, and make him realize how ridiculous his behavior is: everyone stays here, and no one is allowed to interfere anymore, this is a matter between the primordials!"

Anger emanated from the Lord of Otramar like a haze of heat, and no one dared to disobey his orders, and after politely waiting for Morgan to heal the wounded, Killiman nodded, soothed the worried gazes of his heirs with his eyes, and continued to trace the blood of the Midnight Wraith in great strides.

Morgan followed him, neither of the genogens spoke, nor did they move more quickly: they could both sense most clearly that Conrad had not fled, but had stayed in a dark temple not far away, waiting for their arrival, and that all the light around him had long since been destroyed by the Midnight Spirit, making it a kingdom he knew.

The Lord of the Ultramarines kicked the door open, his rage like an invisible torch burning in the darkness, shaking the temple with his roar.

"Conrad-Coetze!"

"You stand up for me! Face me! ”

“……”

There was laughter in the air, and the sound came from the other side of the hall, like the chilling sound of pythons squeezing its scales as it brushed over a pile of withered leaves.

"I hear you, brother."

"You don't have to make such a fuss."

The Lord of the Ultramarines gritted his teeth, and for the first time in the darkness he saw his crazy blood brother: Conrad was perched on a high platform, his slender, thin body wrapped in tattered armor like a weather-beaten sculpture of evil, his sparse black hair hanging over his shoulders, and he could clearly see the crookedness of the heat.

Midnight Wraith was raising one of its exaggeratedly slender blood-stained claws, fiddling with his chest: there was a hideous wound there, made of a combination of a heavy horizontal axe mark and a thin blade that had pierced into the progenitor's chest, and the Night King was pulling out the blade nonchalantly, leaving behind a blood that made even the enraged Killeman feel a tingling in his scalp.

His brother...... What kind of person he is.

Conrad ignored him, he just tilted his head, smiled at the silent Lord of the Second Legion behind Killiman, and ostentatiously fiddled with the blade that had been drawn.

"Your son wants to kill me."

Midnight Ghost's voice was hoarse, as if discussing a trivial matter.

"He almost did: I couldn't dodge the sword, its edge was so close to one of my hearts that it almost made me kiss me to death, but I didn't really kill him though: maybe you should praise me?"

The Night King's laughter was like the wings of a mourning crow, and all that answered him was the Spider Queen's unchanging countenance, and Morgan slowly closed the door to the temple, allowing the three genetic prototypes to be each other's only witnesses.

Perhaps only the greatest psyker could see what the Spider Queen looked like now: Morgan was quiet, very quiet, she didn't seem to have any intention of meddling, she stood there, so quiet that even the three outrageous wills in her heart unconsciously suppressed her sense of existence, and fell into silence together.

Perhaps, she is dangerous.

Killiman clenched his dagger as he walked firmly towards the Midnight Spirit, who also donned its broken claws and slowly greeted his brothers, who were opposite the center of the hall, looking at the faces of their blood relatives behind the curtain of their respective blades.

Every vestige of the Lord of Otlama twitched, and he seemed to be shocked by his brother's appearance, but in the face of the most earthly blood affection, with the last glimmer of hope, Killiman spoke in a low voice.

"Do you know what you're doing, Konrad-Coetze? You almost lost the possibility of being able to make up for it, and you almost became a real sinner. ”

The words of the Lord of the Ultramarines were truly heartfelt, and the answer to him was the deep darkness in the pupils of the Midnight Spirit, enough to suffocate anyone.

"Of course I know, Killiman, of course I know what I'm doing."

"I can even tell you: if it weren't for the wrong timing, I would have intended to do this to Makulag, I would like to visit your home, I would like to visit the monster who raised you."

"What do you call her? Mom? ”

“……”

"You bastard!!!"

Fuck calm!

Fuck the bro!

Fuck Conrad Coetze!

The raging rage broke through Killiman's already modest wall of reason in an instant, and the Lord of Macullag let out a roar that was enough to make Morgan's eyes sideways, and in the midst of his anger, he swung his sword at his own deserving blood relative.

Midnight Ghost laughed sickly, and instead of dodging, he confronted Killiman's tempest head-on, slaying Makurag's dagger with his broken steel claws.

"Come on! Brothers! Kill me! ”

In the darkness, the two Emperor's sons fought together, like a storm biting each other, trying to cut off each other's arms, legs, and feet, crush each other's heads and spine, and knock their brothers to the ground with unimaginable speed, determination, and strength.

They collided, slammed, and used steel and muscle to complete unseen duels, traversing most of the temple in a split second, daggers and claws grinding into blinding sparks in the darkness, and the mere afterglow of the confrontation was enough to whip up a storm and kill any warrior who dared to come closer.

"Conrad-Coetze!"

Killiman panted and brandished his dagger, all sorts of standardized moves and techniques had become like blood in his veins, his instinct between gestures, and the brutal edge turned into an impenetrable net in the darkness, leaving a scar on the armor of the Midnight Wraith that symbolized superiority, defeating the Night King in a head-on confrontation.

"You monster! Bastard! Bastard! ”

The Lord of the Ultramarines had a bruise on his forehead, and he tried to curse his brother in the most vicious language, but in his anger he found that he could not spit out those uncivilized words at all, but the Midnight Wraith kept the oozing laughter in the constant retreat, and the words from Nostramo were enough to arouse the disgust and nausea in Killiman's heart.

Eventually, Killiman gritted his teeth and temporarily repelled Conrad with a heavy swing, and as the latter got up, the trembling Lord of the Ultramarines pointed at his brother and issued a righteous indignant accusation.

"Conrad of Nostramo! Do you know what you've done? You are stirring up a strife between the two legions! You are casting the most terrible clouds over our heads! You're making waves that you can't control! ”

"If it weren't for the calm and sanity of our blood relative, Morgan, who was able to remain calm and calm in the midst of the sudden chaos, if it weren't for the fact that I happened to be in communication with Morgan, I would have been able to understand the situation and avoid further loss of control: if it weren't for this, do you know what your rash actions would lead to! You will provoke a war! Thousands of lives will be lost as a result! Fall into an unprovoked infighting! ”

"If all this happens! If here today is another legion! Then even the tide of the whole galaxy will not wash away the sins from you! You will be the second lost brother! Become a lonely ghost in the belly of Riemanrus! The same goes for your legions! Everything about them will be erased! Disappear! ”

"Do you want such a terrible tragedy to happen again! You ...... You're ......."

"Maniac !!"

"Filthy bastards! Bastard crawling out of hell! ”

"I will never allow you to come near my Otrama in my life! As long as I have even a breath left! If your feet dare to set foot on the land of Maculag! I'm going to knock you down! Until you disappear in my kingdom! ”

The wrath of the Lord of Otrama grew stronger with his words, and in an instant it turned into a boiling fire, and the only answer to his brother, who listened to his accusation, was a mad laugh, and never laughed again: but this mocking laughter was the most obvious answer.

"Robert, Robert, my noblest brother of the Prince."

A muffled whisper flowed from the mouth of the Midnight Wraith and wrapped around Killiman's ear, causing more malice and anger to radiate from his pupils, like a beast enraged by filthy slime.

"Poor you, Robert, you can't even curse."

"But on the other hand, you have a kind of wisdom that comes with stupidity."

"You're right."

The Midnight Ghost has been forced into a corner in a head-to-head duel, and in a dignified array that does not involve psionic energy and other distractions, Killiman, who has undergone perfect education and rigorous training since childhood, especially has the martial arts that can suppress more than half of his brothers, and his swordsmanship has long become a kind of instinct, and he has supported him to become the top dueling master among the emperor's heirs.

In a noble duel, Midnight Ghost is no match for Killiman in any way, and he was never made for it, he is good at another kind of fighting, another kind of art.

In a close-quarters attack, Conrad even grabbed Killiman's hand armor, but the Lord of the Ultramarines smashed his hand armor against the wall along with Coetze, successfully seizing the initiative in the fight without hand protection.

The dagger from Otrama cornered its opponent with precise swings of rage, and Killiman pressed the Midnight Wraith against the wall, his edge almost close to the filthy neck, but despite this, the eyes of the Lord of Otrama still had hope of conversation.

"You can defend yourself, even if it's for the most basic commutation."

Killiman's tone was filled with instinctive disgust, but he uttered it word by word, and began to wait patiently for what kind of argument the Midnight Wraith had after the laughter.

The Lord of the Second Legion in the distance just saw all this, she shook her head helplessly, and began to count down, recounting when the defeat that belonged to Killiman would come.

"Hahaha......hahaha

The Midnight Wraith was laughing, coughing, and pouring a mocking look at Killiman's body, and he looked at his brother, his body limp, slowly shedding a claw, and it seemed as if he had succumbed to the eventual defeat.

This somewhat relieved Killiman: his brother was not completely hopeless after all, and in an instant, the Lord of Otrama was already thinking about how to block everything that had happened today, or how to plead with Koz in front of the Emperor.

At this time, the Midnight Ghost spoke slowly, and his first words made Killiman frown.

"You guessed one thing, my brother Killiman."

“…… Guessed right? ”

Coates coughed up blood.

"Civil wars, sins, lost brothers, the rise of traitors, and the waves of blood that sweep across the galaxy, everything will happen, and our future will dance in the most tragic fragments until the day it bleeds to death."

"Until the day our father is struck down by one of us."

"I saw, I saw the death of the emperor, and he would die at the hands of his heirs."

“……”

Killiman's eyes widened, his pupils shifting in shock and bewilderment, forgetting even the most basic anger, he listened to Conrad's words, understood every word, but was struck by lightning because of the short filthy words.

He...... He...... He......

How dare he! How could he utter such foul language! What qualifications does he have......

In the next moment, the Lord of the Ultramarines began to tremble, and his whole body trembled with an instinctive horror: the mere ripple of the Midnight Wraith was enough to ravage Killiman's snow-white heart into a bewildered desolation.

"You madman! Conrad! ”

"How dare you say such words! How dare you slander our brothers! Dare to curse our father! You know these words of yours when they are heard by others! What will be the consequences? Have you ever wondered ......"

"Look, Robert."

Coetzes chuckled.

"You don't even have the courage to imagine, no wonder you have become like that: stop deceiving yourself like that, my brother, I know better than anyone what you have done, and you have more courage than you think."

"Maybe you'll have your own empire: maybe?"

“……”

"Maniac...... You're a lunatic! ”

Killiman gritted his teeth, his cultivation so that he didn't know for a moment how to curse the blasphemy he heard, and his awkward situation was exchanged for a whisper of maniacal laughter in Kotz's eyes.

"Do you know why I would say such a thing, Robert?"

“……”

Killiman was silent, but he didn't deny his curiosity, and when Midnight Wraith's unarmed face slowly approached Killiman's dagger, the Lord of the Ultramarines only raised an eyebrow.

"Because ......"

Killyman pricked up his ears.

Then, Conrad laughed.

"Poof————"

In the blink of an eye, a large stream of foul-smelling blood erupted from Midnight Wraith's mouth, and through the close sword, it smeared all over the face of the Lord of the Ultramarines.

Kidliman instinctively regressed, sensing that something was wrong, and kept waving his dagger in his hand, eager to maintain a safe barrier, but the freed Midnight Wraith turned into smoke with a chuckle, dodged the chaotic swing, and came to Killiman's arm, watching his sword-gripping wrist open his mouth.

Bite!

"Shhhh

The sharp pain was accompanied by blood on his wrist, causing the genoplasm to suffer as it scrambled to the last of its inch, and the dagger fell to the ground, allowing Conrad to cling to his brother and pull the fight into what he did best.

The Lord of the Ultramarines quickly wiped the blood from his face, but before he could open his eyes, the Midnight Wraith slammed into him, slamming two dry fingers into Killiman's eyes like lightning, sending the pain and darkness back again.

The Lord of the Ultramarines, who had been hunched over and made a gesture to protect his mind, raised his head because of the blow, and the pain in his heart caused instinct to occupy the top for a short time, and also allowed the Midnight Ghost to grab Killiman's head, and with the craziest head cone, Killyman completely fell to the ground, losing the ability to get up.

The Night King grabbed his prey, and he grabbed Killiman's neck from behind, rolling with him on the icy ground like a pair of lions fighting in a mud puddle.

In the next second, he succeeded in suffocating the Lord of the Ultramarines, his iron hands tightening around Killiman's neck, and the foul-smelling whispers echoed slowly in the ears of the protogen, like a brief description of a murderer.

"That's it, brother."

Conrad whispered.

"Feel it, feel your current situation and despair, feel that you have three minutes to live, feel the suffocation and irresistible brute force, feel how small and sad your hope is at this time."

"This is the future: your future, our future, the future of the Empire, and the future of the Emperor: that's it, in a desperate and helpless struggle, waiting for the death sentence that has already been pronounced."

"All of us will die, in the midst of our respective despair."

"This is what I see in the future."

"Now, do you believe it?"

"Bang!"

[I don't believe it. 】

——————

Morgan walked slowly, and with a wave of her hand, she pinned the two entangled genetic protogens to the wall at the same time, and then walked in unhurriedly, peeling the Midnight Ghost from Killiman's body.

Coates didn't resist, he seemed to have expected all of this, and Midnight Wraith just coughed heavily as Morgan's fingers gripped his neck.

"Are you going to tell me about your future again, sister?"

"What is this time, my death?"

[Maybe.] 】

Morgan was still quiet, and her silence was even eerie.

As Killeman struggled to get up, Midnight Wraith simply let out a heartbroken laugh.

"My death? When? ”

"Today?"

"So what are you waiting for, hurry up and do it!"

Morgan...... Can't ...... like that."

Killyman angrily stopped the sound from drifting to the side, and the Spider Queen only evoked a smile in the silence, a smile that could kill a world.

[Perhaps, Coetzes.] 】

[But that depends on whether you can survive my next little punishment.] 】

"Oh? What kind of punishment is that? ”

[e.g. ......]

【……】

I'm going to pull your lungs out of your nose. 】

Morgan said slowly.

She was still very quiet.

(End of chapter)