"Auguston, my child, I think I made a mistake."

"I originally thought that Morgan was just one of all my blood relatives, and I thought that my other brothers, like this silver-haired sister of mine, had an admirable sense of reason and thought, and took pride in it."

"Just like me."

"I have always thought so, because it is a normal thing: it was not until the scene that I had to have a terrible thought: perhaps there was a small part of my blood brothers...... Different from ordinary people? ”

“……”

"I wish I had made a mistake in my judgment."

While the Spider Empress frowned uneasily aboard the Glory of Macurag, trying with all her might to build a stable Flying Psionic circle on the two Glorious Queen-class ships, the Lord of the Ultramarines stepped aside and quickly dealt with any disturbances in the fleet.

In the process, all the sons who were able to take charge of themselves were sent out, so when the consul of Otlama could not help but sigh in a low voice, the only one who could answer him was Auguston, whose most reckless bloodline, had been suppressed in the position of field commander for a long time.

His answer was hoarse but firm.

"It's not your fault, my lord, the Midnight Ghost is the first to blame for the chaos between the two legions because of his selfishness, and the Lord of the Second Legion, as his disciplinarian, is so negligent and has great culpability."

"And all this is none of your business, my lord, we are victims, and we deserve to be able to vent our anger: I ask you not to voluntarily abandon this power, you should question and hold them accountable, so that they realize their mistakes."

Auguston's words were so serious that when the sad-faced Killiman heard his words and saw his seriousness, he actually laughed.

"If it were my radical brother standing in front of you now, would you say the same, my child?"

"Of course, sir."

Auguston proudly held his chest high.

"Even if he is the original form, even if he will break my chest and eat my internal organs, I will fight him until the last moment: as long as what he does hurts our legion."

A complicated smile spread across the face of the Lord of Otlama, and he patted his son on the shoulder and shook his head, a reassuring comfort between his words.

"There is no need for this, Auguston, even if the situation is extremely bad, we will not be the enemy of another genetic protogen, and the worst possibility is to fall into a dangerous misunderstanding like today."

"Betrayal? Murder? Fratricide? Is there anything more terrible in the galaxy? ”

The reckless field commander was noncommittal to the reckless field commander, who still clearly retained his point of view, and quickly followed the Lord of the Ultramarines as he prepared to walk towards the teleportation array, whispering in his ear.

"Your Excellency, please remember what I have just said: never give up the right to unleash your wrath, not only for you, but also for the sake of the Legion: any provocation should be met with the strongest possible response, so that all that we hold dear will not be spied on."

Killeman nodded.

"I will, Auguston, and I can swear to you that even if Conrad is my blood brother, I will not forgive him easily, and my anger will not definitely cease until he is punished."

"It's going to be over, but it's definitely not going to end so easily."

"I wouldn't have more mercy for him."

——————

"Forget it, Morgan."

"Let's let this end."

"I've forgiven him, I mean my legion has forgiven him, he's not doing any more damage, is he's still stuck in a terrible misunderstanding, and he's got ...... Punishment ......"

"You...... Do you hear that? Morgan? ”

[Hear me, Killiman.] 】

[But not now, brother, it's not time to stop.] 】

[After all......]

[I haven't pulled his lungs out of his nose yet: wait for me in a while, it'll be almost healed.] 】

Morgan's words were quiet, a silence Killiman had never seen before, and she stood silently in the last glimmer of light in the darkness, which was the show-off of her brilliant silver hair itself, and even a smile hung above her delicate pale countenance, and what stuck to her jaw was a splash of blood like petals.

“……”

Morgan looked at Killiman, and the Ultramarine's genetic protoplasm had nothing to say.

The fearless Otrama opened his mouth, his face a weak pale, as if he wanted to say something, but he was too late to speak: with the best of his support, Killiman barely stood up, and he leaned against the wall, searching for the smell of blood, and he could see his mad brother.

Or rather, the fuzzy stuff.

He couldn't see clearly, but he could only hear the near-stinting of his breathing.

That's Conrad Coetze.

The Midnight Ghost was now in darkness deeper than midnight, his breath so faint that Killiman couldn't even detect it, for his throat and even most of his head had been swallowed up by the crystals of rage, his chest was wide open, and the pungent blood was pouring out, and his limbs and bones were scattered to the ground like a mess, and he had long since lost his original effect: and all this was nothing more than the flick of the Spider Queen's fingers, the softest of a thousand tortures.

Killeman only glanced at it, and in his visceral horror, he withdrew his gaze: even if his brother had committed the great crime of disobeying the emperor, he should have been punished enough, right?

He wanted to say it, but he lost his courage for a moment, because when he saw his gentle sister waving her fingers, smashing the Midnight Ghost against the wall again and again with invisible force, dragging out his bones, crushing his ankles, and casually summoning from the void one after another of cold torture instruments so terrifying that even the genetic prototype did not dare to easily recognize them, the Lord of Otlama, who had always prided himself on his powerful mind, fell into a long downtime.

Next......

Incineration, suffocation, bloodletting, electrocution, dissociation, execution, mutation, Ling Chi......

In the indifferent smile of the Spider Queen, countless tortures appeared in an instant, wantonly cutting every trace of the blood of the Midnight Ghost, but not letting the true liberation befall him, every time a new kind of criminal law jumped out of the Gene Queen's hand, Killiman on the side couldn't help but retreat again and again, shrinking his neck, looking at his blood relatives with eyes that he had never seen before.

It wasn't until the last of the Midnight Wraith's groans of pain reached his ears, and it wasn't until the splatters of blood slammed into his face again that Killiman swallowed his saliva and raised his hand in fear, intending to intercede for his brother one more time.

The Queen of Genes was stepping on the Midnight Wraith's chest, controlling the blood that spurted out like a pump, and she was bored with her psionic powers, shaping festering scars on the Night King's remaining good body, mimicking everything that had ever happened to the Son of Magnus.

She looked at Killeman again, a smile on her face.

Are you deflated, brother? 】

“……”

Killiman didn't dare to speak, he just nodded a little dazed, leaving the Spider Queen dragging the dying Midnight Ghost through the darkness towards the psionic portal she had opened on the other side.

Morgan showed no mercy, like a skilled porter, she casually threw the body of the Midnight Wraith into the sparkling portal, never to look at it again.

Then she walked over to the still hesitant Lord of Otrama, and sat casually in the slimy blood against the cold wall, and after seeing this, Killiman only thought for a moment, and sat down in the same way.

Morgan had something to say to him.

Realizing this, Killiman began to wait, releasing his heart from the shock he had just had: under this most genuine onlooker, the Lord of Otrama had long since lost his grudge against the Midnight Ghost, and his heart was now only filled with horror and confusion.

Even before the Terra standard, he thought Morgan was a rare normal person among his blood relatives......

In the midst of the Lord of Otlama's hesitation, the Spider Queen yawned casually, wiped the blood from her cheeks, leaned against the wall, snapped her fingers, and let the chaos around her disappear quickly.

[Conrad has caused quite a feat this time, Killiman, but I think we still have the same idea: this shouldn't be known to more people, should it?] 】

The eyes of the Lord of the Ultramarines flashed at these words, and his instinctive political talent worked, helping him to get into a state in an instant.

"My idea is to keep the truth of the matter under wrap and claim that it was just a technical glitch, and since there is no real damage to it, then it should be terminated immediately."

[As it should be. 】

Morgan nodded, which made Killiman's heart sigh with relief.

Luckily, he/she is a good talker.

At the same moment, the same words bloomed in the minds of the two genetic protogens, followed by another burst of silence and Killiman's carefully selected questions.

"You...... Where did you throw him? ”

[A psionic channel, someone on the other end of the passage will send him to the static force field, he is so noisy, at least until our cooperation is completed, I don't plan to release him again.] 】

[I'm sorry, Killiman, but that's all your first meeting with Coz. 】

“…… No, it doesn't matter. ”

"I've got enough...... I was impressed. ”

Killeman touched his neck and smiled bitterly, he seriously considered the possibility of finding an adequate neck protection, and also noticed the stationary force field in Morgan's mouth, and fell into deep thought about it.

In the brief silence, a thousand thoughts raced through his mind, and Killeman gradually moved away from his initial confusion, thinking about the form at hand and the questions he needed to ask next.

Fortunately, although he seemed to have revealed a terrible side just now, Morgan, who was sitting next to the Lord of Otlama, had regained the calmness and rationality that Gilliman was familiar with: this made him feel somewhat reassured, and it also gave him the courage to continue to ask questions.

"Morgan, my blood relatives ......"

[If you want to ask, you can ask directly, my Killiman, I think we can already be considered friends, you don't need to be so reserved.] 】

“…… Truly. ”

"I want to know: where did you learn that...... Skill? ”

"It's not quite something that a genogen should do."

At first, there was only a moment of silence in response to Killiman, but soon, Morgan's laughter broke the dead silence in the darkness, and she let loose her laughter casually, as if genuinely amused by Killiman's question.

And just as the Lord of Otlama was once again in confusion and selfish conjecture, he saw the dead starlight in the Spider Queen's pupils.

[It's true that most of the genetic prototypes don't know these things, Killiman, but that doesn't mean all the prototypes can't, after all, our father gave each of us a vocation and the talent that comes with it, doesn't he?] 】

"That's true."

Killiman nodded, but he quickly frowned again.

"But you don't look like you need this...... Skills. ”

Morgan looked into Killyman's pupils, and she looked at him like a normal woman looking at her brother, and when Killiman gave the same gaze in return, the Lord of Otlama had to be defeated: he couldn't even make a look that was almost indistinguishable from that of Lady Judton.

This is also the reason why the Lord of Otlama has been in such a long state of horror: in Gilliman's vision, everything in the darkness is like his Lady Judon wielding a torture instrument, breaking the skin of another of his blood relatives until he is dying.

Killyman touched his head.

He was blown away.

It's horrible......

It's horrible......

Ms. Yutun ...... How could such a thing be done......

But his blood relatives ...... It's really like Ms. Judton, just younger......

He couldn't even get Mrs. Judton's diminutive figure out of the horrible scene just now......

Thinking of this, Killiman couldn't help but shudder again, and he also heard Morgan's answer.

[I don't need these skills, my brother, but among all our blood relatives, there are people who need to take on some objectionable positions, don't they?] 】

“…… Ruth? ”

【……】

[Think about it, Killiman, and recall well, before I officially returned to the Empire, which legion did I study in?] 】

“…… Oh......"

Killyman suddenly realized.

Johnson!

If that's the guy...... It is indeed possible that he is well versed in these atrocities.

The Lord of the Ultramarines was seen by Morgan, and she apologized to Johnson insincerely in her heart, this kind of thing that she had already done once, and she did it again, and she had long since become stress-free.

Anyway, Johnson already has the honorary title of [Unscrupulous Martial Artist] from Coetzes, so it must not be a serious matter for him to become a [Terrible Punisher] here at Killiman.

Thank you, Johnson.

At the same time, the Spider Empress quietly raised her eyebrows: she noticed another brother, Riemannruth, who had an abnormal appearance pattern in Killiman's discourse, as well as an equally abnormal appearance position.

Maybe next time, she will need to ask Riemanrus to ask him: she can't let Johnson do everything, Johnson is not Superman, and she can't always trouble people.

Morgan was still thinking about it, and Killiman's angry words were already ringing in his ears.

Johnson...... That guy ......."

"How can he teach you this? And let you inflict these atrocities on the heads of your brothers! I always thought he was just a little ruthless and needlessly ruthless, but now it seems that he has gone a little too far. ”

"When we meet next time, I must explain his mistake to him."

Morgan smiled and didn't reply.

Killiman's anger quickly vanished, and he thought again, as if intending to inquire about Morgan's true vocation, and use it as a reflection to figure out his own, but he realized that perhaps it was not a good time, for he had more important things to do.

"Morgan ......"

He spoke, his voice a little dry, but very sincere.

"Conrad is our brother anyway, and I've heard of what kind of world he lives in, and his madness isn't entirely his own fault: I'm not exculpating his actions, but I want to say ......"

"If you can, don't do such atrocities against him, Morgan, how can brothers kill each other like this, that guy Johnson is just an indifferent warlord, don't let his mind lead you badly."

"I'm always here to help if needed, and we should probably sit down and have a good talk with Coetze, things haven't gotten to the worst yet......"

Killiman's words were slow and weak, with a hesitation that had just escaped death, and when he thought of what he had been through, and the damage the Midnight Ghost had done to him, the words of the Lord of Otlama could even be regarded as some kind of disgusting act of weakness.

But despite this, Morgan listened very attentively, for she knew very well that it was not Killiman's weakness, but the real light in his heart: in this darkness that not even the stars could illuminate, the Spider Empress was so illuminated by the heartfelt words of her blood relatives that she could not even open her eyes.

Killiman was thinking about his blood relatives: even if he had just been hurt by him, he was still willing to try again at the light of a glimmer of possibility, and what sustained him in doing all this was the stubborn stupidity in him, the stupidity of an ordinary mortal.

That noble stupidity.

And in the face of such stupidity, the Spider Empress only smiled and asked the simplest question after listening carefully to Killiman's words.

[Killiman.] 】

"I'm here?"

Do you know why our brother Conrad did such a thing? 】

“…… I don't know, Morgan. ”

The Spider Queen smiled.

[It doesn't matter. 】

[Because I just found out.] 】

[I just figured it out. 】

——————

[You know, what does Conrad look like now? 】

[Maniac? Death? Gremlin? 】

[Nope.] 】

[The current Conrad is like a baby who has not come out of swaddling clothes. 】

[A huge, baby.] 】

——————

Do you know why babies are crying all the time?

The reason is actually very simple: with the exception of some special cases, babies cry for very real reasons: hunger and thirst, danger and cold, the need for a cleaner environment, and so on.

When the needs of babies are not met, they often cannot grasp the words that can communicate, then at this time, the only thing they can do is to cry, is to destroy everything around them, is to let the discordant sound attract the attention of adults, so as to solve the problems they have to face.

For babies who are not yet fully adapted to the external environment, it is a cry for help, it is a communication, it is also an instinct.

They may not even know why they are doing it, but when they need outside help, the subconscious in their cerebral cortex will make them do it: before they realize it, before their fully formed minds begin to work, loud cries disturb all silence.

It can even be said that it is sabotage.

And you. 】

[Conrad-Coetze. 】

[That's it now.] 】

Beneath the darkest of night skies, the vast expanse of deserts, wreckage and sky weave into rusty outlines, everything is bleak, everything is madness, everything is a blood waltz of loyalty and betrayal in eternal darkness and depraved lasers.

This is where Midnight Wraith's soul is imprisoned, and while his mangled body is placed in a stationary force field, waiting to be released from prison at the end of Osiris' expedition, his soul is brutally left here, like a dying beast under the stars in the wilderness.

The Spider Empress stepped on the last rays of bright color and came to Koz, and at this moment, the Night King's soul was as scarred as his body, and he fell limply in a mess of rocks and weeds, like a pale corpse that had dried up his blood.

Morgan's consciousness walked over, grabbed his newly regained long hair, and looked at the sad and joyless face: when he saw who was coming, a faint smile appeared on Midnight Ghost's face, but it was still enough to scare a dozen of the most daring children to death.

"What are you talking about?"

He asked softly.

I'm talking about you. 】

Morgan replied to Conrad's silence with the same smile, grabbing him by the hair, dragging him to the ground, and slowly moving forward, letting the pouring of rubble leave him stumped.

I'm talking about you, Midnight Ghost. 】

You are a baby, a crying baby, and perhaps even you yourself are not aware of it, because who can expect the wisdom of a baby? 】

“……”

"You could have humiliated me in a deeper way, you carrion, your words are no different from those jokes in Killiman's mouth, they don't hurt."

"What do you expect? See my guilt and anger? ”

[No, never.] 】

Morgan turned his head and smiled at the Midnight Ghost.

[I just finally realized what some of the problems were: your problems, and of course mine. 】

“……”

The Night King didn't say anything, he shrugged his limbs casually, not resisting Morgan's rough behavior of dragging him, although in this world of souls, he could still feel real pain, but these pains were not even as good as the dust of Nostramo, and he quickly turned his eyes elsewhere.

It's a magical place.

It's monotonous, but it has a peculiar charm: at the end of the Midnight Ghost's vision is nothing more than a wasteland, full of strange wrecks and ruins, some of which are even shrouded in smoke, and there is no life as far as the eye can see, only the eternal wasteland of rocks under the night, and the weeds that have been swaying in the breeze.

But on the other hand, just above these boring scenes, there is a picture of the wildest of brilliance: purple, blue, gold, and even dark green lights are constantly colliding and merging in the night, and even blending and fighting with each other to create additional colors, they maintain an eternal battle without breaking, turning into blasphemous lasers that pollute the bored eyes of the Midnight Ghost.

"Where is this?"

[It's just a cage.] 】

"You want to imprison me?"

[At least until I solve the list of problems at hand: Yes.] 】

[After all, although I have finally figured out what your problem is, I don't have time to deal with you for the time being: so, until I have time, you must keep me in this cage.] 】

[Don't worry, you won't be boring.] 】

“……”

Morgan's smile made Conrad feel a little uneasy, and he began to struggle, trying to break free from his restraints, only to be answered by the Spider Queen's merciless blow: its silence even caused Coates to curl up on the ground, allowing Morgan to kneel on one knee in front of him mockingly.

[I'm stronger, Midnight Ghost.] 】

[So you don't have the right to refuse, do you?] 】

“……”

Coates didn't reply, because he saw something familiar to him on Morgan's hideous face.

He was all too familiar.

So, which piece did we just talk about?] Oh yes, baby. 】

Morgan got up and dragged her brother along, her voice cheerful, a schadenfreude smile.

You're like a baby, Coz. 】

[In order to take care of the poor knowledge in your poor brain, I will not say how complicated the words are, then, let me tell you. 】

[You are doubting, Coetze, you are doubting your own logic, your own justice, you are doubting whether your actions are noble vocations or bloodthirsty instincts. 】

"I didn't ......"

"Smack!"

"I didn't let you interject. 】

Morgan held up his slap until midnight the ghost was quiet again.

[Therefore, you are confused, at least in the depths of your heart, you have a deep-rooted confusion, which is the last pure land of your conscience and instinct, reminding you how ridiculous your behavior is. 】

[You are afraid of them, but you can't really eradicate them, so you fall into a natural confusion, and this confusion will not be easily solved, let alone solved by yourself. 】

[No way, who called you such a pathetic fellow, you can't count on your own wisdom, you can only count on others, count on us blood relatives who fell from the sky. 】

[Specifically, it's me.] 】

[You long for some kind of answer from me, some kind of equal answer, some kind of support for you to continue to pretend to be deaf and dumb, or simply to offer an easier option. 】

[This is a desperate choice: because I am the first time to get along with you for a long time, and I have the same kind of equal status, although my words may not be accepted by you, but in your eyes, they are much better than those mortals who are like beasts. 】

[You're looking forward to it, aren't you?] 】

But I ignore you, for I don't like you at all, Coz, and my care for you is the responsibility of the Emperor, the shackles he has placed on both of us at the same time: I cannot get rid of you, and you cannot get what you want from me, who has worked so hard. 】

[So, the Midnight Ghost, the greatest baby in the galaxy, began his crying, his destruction, his grand journey of disturbing everything around him: the identity of the genogen gives you so much power, so that a little crying in your eyes makes countless blood almost flow, or has flowed. 】

[And this is the story of all the things that have been going on so far, Conrad, all of them are nothing but your long-planned cries, of irresponsible destruction like a baby: if your first action is mixed with a little insistence on your foolish ideas, then your second action, even you know what it is for. 】

[You know, you know that Killiman is the calmest of our brothers, calm enough to maintain the desire for a peaceful resolution in times of chaos, and kind enough to give up revenge on you after chaos.] 】

[Therefore, you chose him, and you chose this time: because all the consequences can be tolerated, because all the evil consequences cannot be burned on you! 】

There was a hint of genuine anger in Morgan's words, and the sincere words of the Lord of Maculag in her memory kept the anger burning.

Midnight Ghost just laughed.

"Do you really think our brother is so pure? In a sense, he's the biggest rebel among us, and you can't imagine how high I will be in the future. ”

[yes, I can't imagine it. 】

But I don't care. 】

[After all, the brother I really care about now is you.] 】

Morgan crouched down and slowly approached the Midnight Ghost, the smile on her face that made the Night King cringe in a long time and a terrifying future that could not be imagined or prophesied.

Morgan smiled.

You've made it, brother. 】

[Your crying attracts me: after I've settled those little things, I'll come back and be fine...... Answer your questions. 】

[I know what you want to ask.] 】

And I already have the answer. 】

“…… What? ”

"What do I want to ask?"

There was a hint of genuine doubt in Midnight Ghost's words, and the Spider Queen simply flashed her dead blue pupils and smiled back with a girlish smile.

[Guess what? 】

(End of chapter)