"Where are you taking me?"

[Go beyond the labyrinth, go to the wasteland that belongs to me.] 】

"This is not your kingdom?"

Not exactly. 】

“…… So, what are we going to do? ”

[Sold you.] 】

“？”

[You are so good at making trouble, I can't afford to support you anymore, so I decided to sell you and sell you to the black coal kiln in the Comoros to dig a coal mine for a lifetime. 】

“……”

Conrad blinked, and he didn't laugh out loud at the face of this ridiculous answer: for the voice that lingered in his ears was so serious that it didn't sound like a joke at all.

……

She's not really going to sell him, is she?

For a moment, such a thought actually flashed through Conrad's mind, causing Midnight Wraith to struggle instinctively, and he kept twitching his limbs, which made the Spider Queen, who was holding one of his arms and dragging him to the ground, feel the hardship.

So in the next second, an irresistible psionic power struck, gracilessly clenching the back of Conrad's neck, and strangled all his struggles in the blank at once.

The Midnight Wraith was grabbed by the flesh of his fate by an invisible giant hand, and Shi Shiran rose up in front of Morgan, looking at him at eye level.

As a result, Coetzes fell silent for an instant.

Although Conrad's spirit seemed to have improved a lot in this labyrinth of reincarnation, and the largely vanishing prophecy had made his energy more focused, Midnight Ghost was still frightened when he looked directly into the Spider Queen's face again.

Although in his eyes, Morgan was no longer the confluence of skeletons, corpses, and decaying instruments, her face was already a normal combination of skin and flesh, and even the shimmering blue pupils could be seen: except that the frost on this countenance, and the unpretentious coldness in those pupils, were more terrifying than a burning skeleton.

Morgan didn't speak, but her silence was even more shocking to her blood relatives: in the brief time they met, Midnight Ghost already knew what the silence of the person in front of him meant.

So, he blinked, and after the most brief thought, he slowly raised his hands and squeezed out a peaceful countenance.

Clever.

【……】

Morgan snorted, and she threw Conrad to the ground, then grabbed him by the neck and hair with her psionic energy again, and dragged him on the ground to her destination.

——————

While Morgan was fighting alongside Killiman, she was actually thinking about Conrad.

She had to.

After all, no matter how much she didn't want to admit it, she had to contend with the blood kinship, the burden, the responsibility, the time bomb that was locked up on her ship: words that didn't seem to make a difference now.

Either way, the Spider Queen had to face the reality that she was going to spend some time with Conrad, so she had to find a way to solve it, at least partially, the madness that was entrenched in the minds of her blood relatives.

Morgan was actually aware of this when Conrad had just set up the [Goddess of Dawn], but she didn't really think about what was going to happen next.

Frankly, in the beginning, Morgan was a bit of a mess in this regard: after all, Conrad seemed to be of little more use to her, and the troubles of his occasional madness seemed tolerable and could not cause any real major damage.

What's more, in the relationship with this midnight ghost, the Spider Empress, who has always been good at using different masks to communicate with ease, found that her calm thinking seemed to be accompanied by the wear and tear next to Conrad, and gradually turned into a kind of crazy violence, her influence on Conrad seems to be painless, but Conrad's influence on her is really damaging her interests.

It was something she couldn't stand it.

So at the beginning, Morgan's attitude towards Conrad was indulgent, and even deliberately let him run away: just because she was on her mothership, she had an oversized Alaskan dog, and from time to time she had to do something for her, and she wasn't prepared to worry about these things, just be out of sight and out of mind.

Morgan did think so: only she soon realized that the existence of the Midnight Ghost really inherited the essence of their common genetic father in terms of doing things.

If the Legion that joined the Second Legion that day was not an Ultramarine, or if Killiman was not present, then even the Genetic Prototype would not have been able to imagine the troublesome situation that would follow: however, after the shortest burst of rage, the Spider Queen, who had calmed down, fell into a kind of thought.

Is there such a possibility?

Conrad had just grasped it, and Killiman, who had come to meet her, was a good man, an idealist who could even be said to be weak, and a soft-hearted relative who would not make a big deal out of it: that's why he dared to kick his nose in the face and do all this ruthless work?

It's like he knew how he would die, so he was completely unafraid of her punishment: these two things had the same underlying logic in Conrad's thought, and they were the embodiment of a certain arrogance and superiority in his heart.

……

Quite possibly, isn't it?

In the Spider Empress's mind, it only took her a moment to figure this out, but instead of more anger, it was a long silence, and a helpless sigh after the silence.

It was from that time that Morgan finally realized that she could not continue to maintain this state of self-deception: she could not let Conrad be the sleeping beauty in the static force field for more than ten years, let alone tolerate him to continue to wander with this mentality, and who knows what kind of cruel work he could do for her next time?

Stopping the Midnight Ghost's murderous move is a step forward: but it's not enough.

She needed some more obvious nudge to deflect Conrad's falling curve, or formalize her relationship with her blood relative with a new strong relationship: the Spider Queen had never been so arrogant as to think she could reverse the madness of the Midnight Ghost, and what she was trying to achieve was actually very simple and selfish.

As far as she could, she would not allow Conrad's madness to flare up again, for that would affect her quietness, her interests, and her pace of work: she wouldn't care what he would do elsewhere.

But in front of her, the Midnight Ghost had to listen to her, and it was a must: it was not Morgan's concern as to how to accomplish this end, and whether her relationship with Conrad would thus become a friend, an enemy, a stranger, or simply a threat and a threatened.

After all, she didn't care much about this half-crazy blood relative from the beginning, and Conrad wasn't Johnson or Killiman, and he didn't deserve the Spider Queen's second eye.

In this way, driven by this ultimate goal, the Lord of the Second Legion is working on his new book while embarking on the Osiris Expedition, and in passing he is thinking about how to adjust and establish her relationship with the Midnight Ghost.

All three of these undertakings are proceeding in an orderly manner, thanks to the multi-threaded processing system in the brain, which is exactly the same as her Otrama blood relative, but will fall slightly behind in practical effect, so that the Lord of the Second Legion will not be in a hurry.

And when the Osiris psionic species completely disappeared in the galaxy, the Spider Empress had already roughly reasoned about how she should communicate with her blood relatives again, so she did not hesitate and immediately came to the location of the Midnight Ghost's cage.

She's going to take him somewhere.

A place that was enough to knock a crack out of Conrad's strong mind.

——————

In your spiritual world, there is a very terrible existence, and with it considerable wealth, my parasite brother. 】

Just as Conrad closed his eyes and numbly allowed his blood relatives to drag him along with him, Morgan's words were like ice cubes suddenly stuffed into his collar, causing him to snap his eyes open, even ignoring the friction and pain on his virtual skin.

Morgan was talking, Morgan was laughing, she spoke rather casually, but the identity of the Psionic Master made her laugh and talk like an irrefutable truth of the world.

[But alas, my brother, your control over the spirit is rotten, and you are filled with an incomprehensible stupidity, weakness, blindness, and self-deception, which is only a little stronger than Magnus: it is too bad. 】

[Your weakness directly leads to the worst outcome: the prophetic ability that could have brought you both good and bad has now become almost a pure disadvantage, and you don't know how to profit from this ability, so you can only close your eyes and cry like a little girl who has been violated, and then raise your hands in surrender. 】

“……”

Conrad's face was a little ugly, but not so angry that he could brew his anger, he just looked at Morgan with a hint of confusion in the coldness, wondering why she was talking about it.

Morgan ignored him, waved her hand to create a portal in front of her, and temporarily placed her blood relatives on the ground, looking into the eyes of Midnight Ghost, and continuing her rambling conversation.

[I remember, you just seemed to confide in me about a question.] 】

[Midnight Ghost is strong, and Conrad is weak?] 】

Coates didn't reply, didn't show obvious shame, he just nodded, and his silence drew a smile from Morgan, which seemed to be a mockery, a helpless sigh in the face of utter stupidity.

[In a sense, what you said is not actually wrong. 】

[The Midnight Ghost is powerful, and Conrad can be a soft egg.] 】

[Tell me, however, my dear parasite brother: who do you think is responsible for all this?] 】

Morgan's words seemed to contain some kind of overly obvious trap, but Midnight Ghost didn't care: or, perhaps, he didn't see it at all.

"Father, our father."

He spoke, and there was a childlike displeasure in his voice.

"He has shaped me into this, this paradoxical and ridiculous situation: on the one hand, I am tormented by my nature, my bloodthirsty desires that I cannot fully grasp, but on the other hand, the mission he has given me is constantly commanding me to accomplish those things with blood and pain."

"He needed a midnight ghost, but he made a Conrad: his crimes and jokes, the ugliest malice of his omniscient powers, and this malice that will stay with me for the rest of my life, tearing all my trials into tainted jokes."

"This is his crime: if he needs an emotionless judge, why should he give me emotion, and why should he make me thirst for blood, he could have erased these two things that should not exist, and he could do it! But he didn't do it! ”

"He created the Midnight Ghost, a monster parasitic in his malice, and banished it to a hell of his own making, allowing weakness and blood to torment his creation."

"That's what our father did, and it's wrong."

[It is indeed wrong. 】

Morgan nodded, and it took her a moment to absorb Conrad's words, and from the babbling whining and nightmarish whispers, she was ready to grasp the true thoughts of the Midnight Ghost.

[To put it simply, you are confused about one thing: since our genetic father is omniscient and omnipotent, why did he add unnecessary emotions and bloodlust to the portrayal of you, a ruthless judge, so as to make your life as a mess like it is now?] 】

“……”

Coates didn't admit it, but he didn't refute it in the end, he just looked at his blood relatives quietly, with some expectation: whatever their relationship, Morgan was a peer to him after all, and he longed for the answer that came out of her mouth.

But Morgan didn't answer him verbally, she just smiled, grabbed Midnight Ghost by the neck again, dragged him away, and plunged headlong into the portal.

Morgan was clear: words could not impress the Midnight Ghost.

He needed reality, a reality that was really happening in front of him, bloody enough to make him irrefutable, and he needed to be constantly struck by these realities until he had to wake up from his self-deception.

After all, at the end of the day.

Words cannot wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep.

But beatings can.

And now, Morgan is going to do just that.

——————

With the fluctuations of the portal, the Spider Queen threw her blood relatives into a dim wasteland: this was her realm, the spiritual world within her.

They landed on a high place, and could easily overlook most of the wasteland, and above the black sky in the distance, the three storms that were constantly fighting: the power of the Chaos Gods was so terrifying and unknowable that even their wills were already asleep, even the instinctive entanglement and strife were enough to easily destroy countless galaxies in the mortal world, and unleash an inexhaustible catastrophe.

[Now they are quiet: if it had been when I had just had the will, the storm would have been a hundred times stronger than it is now, and there would have been no rest all day long, and I even wanted to destroy my wisdom to get rid of these pains. 】

After bringing Conrad here, everything seemed to be a lot easier, Morgan didn't even need to restrain her blood relatives anymore, she could sit on the sidelines, cross her legs, and let the Midnight Wraith look out into the firmament of her mind, the unspeakable storm and presence, the constant battle against the blue and purple hurricanes, and even some of the golden greatswords that were exhausted.

Coates looked at the scene, he sat on the ground, his hands seemed to tremble, and behind him, Morgan's words, though already warm, were scarring like never before.

[No doubt, my dear brother Conrad: that is our father, and that golden greatsword represents his will, of all the power he can throw here, of all his all, of all his strength. 】

[There is no doubt that at least he still needs me now, and he can't kick me over like a piece of garbage, and he has a reason to keep me: so he can't retract his strength, he can't hide anything, that is to say, what you see now is all his strength, all his means. 】

And as you can see......

Morgan walked behind Conrad, and she slowly lowered her posture, her hands touching the dry skin of the Midnight Wraith from behind her ears, and the stupid eyes that wanted to close and turn a blind eye to everything in front of her.

Without hesitation, the Spider Queen grabbed Conrad's eyelids and forced him to open her eyes, her shoulders clamping Midnight Wraith's arms, imprisoning him, and letting the bloody reality break through Midnight Wrath's weak dreams, she pressed her lips close to Conrad's ear, whispering, mocking.

[Open your eyes.] 】

As you can see. 】

[Conrad-Coetze, my weak blood relative: You are quite self-aware of this alone. 】

[Now, take a look, look at the reality that is happening in front of you.] 】

[You know them, right, you should know them, after all, you can see the tragic vision of the future, how can you miss the figure of these subspace evil gods: you should know them, from the beginning. 】

[This even makes me wonder: if you know they exist, how can you be sure that our genetic father is omniscient and omnipotent?] 】

[Look at the scene in front of you, he is not an all-knowing and all-powerful person at all, there are too many things he can't do, and his invincible existence is not nothing: just within your field of vision, there are two problems that he can't solve at all, how can such a person be omniscient and omnipotent? 】

How can he be held accountable for the crimes of your mouth? 】

With a certain hysterical vengeance and the absurdity of being born too close to Conrad, the Spider Queen brutally restrained her brother and channeled into his pupils scenes from afar enough to pierce the lies of the Midnight Ghost.

Judging from Conrad's trembling and struggling body, this seemed to be more effective than any previous torture: Morgan, who had discovered this, could not help but intensify his efforts, and her words lingered in the ears of the Midnight Spirit, and though they were devoid of the cumbersome rhetoric of tomorrow, they seemed more direct and deadly.

Like a demon.

Just like Morgan's true side, no one has discovered it, the despicable face hidden under countless masks.

[You know, Conrad, you know from the beginning: our Father of Genes was never an omniscient and all-powerful being, and he created your being, and may have done his best to shape it to the best of his ability, so he cannot be the end of your condemnation logic. 】

He won't be the sinner. 】

[So, who will that sinner be?] 】

[Who is it, knowing that our father is not omniscient and omnipotent, but still so convinced in his mouth and even in his heart, so that he can rightfully shake off all responsibility and make himself appear so innocent and pure? 】

[Who is it, after shirking this most basic responsibility, to abandon himself and regard his incompetence and stupidity as an immutable truth, and no longer to work hard, but to allow his shallow knowledge to control his brain? 】

[Who is it, who is so ignorant and arrogant that he is a genetic protogenite with infinite talent, so ignorant that he can't even explain the true meaning of the law, but he is arrogant enough that he is a natural judge? 】

[Who is it, who does not have the slightest grasp of the law and punishment, but is so arrogant that he thinks that he will not hesitate to bring the so-called judgment to countless people based on his own inner opinion of justice? 】

[Oh, he can't even explain to me what the word justice means.] 】

Morgan giggled, her face was unprecedentedly relaxed and comfortable, like a vicious conspirator, witnessing her proud plot in the dark, and gradually dragging the whole world into flames under the impetus of countless self-righteous shrewd.

She never seemed to be so relaxed or careless in her dealings with Conrad: as she spent more time with the Midnight Ghost, the Spider Queen seemed to unwittingly put on a new mask.

The mask of recklessness.

After violently suppressing Midnight Ghost's latest madness, the Spider Queen pondered for a moment, the corners of her mouth rising to betray her pleasure at all times.

[Oh, I'm so sorry, my dearest parasite brother, I just told you about such a shameless soft egg, I can't even believe that there is such a person in the world. 】

And I can't believe it. 】

[This is such a man, with his inconceivably rudimentary conception of law, punishment and justice, who dares to rush into the real universe, and arbitrarily carry out judgments, treating petty theft and murder and arson as one category, while hating his actions in his heart, and thinking that all the mistakes are not because of himself. 】

[Who called the emperor did not shape me well. 】

"Who told them to break the private law of my heart? 】

[Whoever told me that the only way of punishment in my heart is torture and death. 】

[Can you imagine: when he said these words without shame, he could have safely peeled off the skin of a little girl in his teenage years and hung it in the square, so that all could see, be afraid, and be afraid. 】

Then he can proclaim even more proudly: Behold, they are afraid, they are nearer to the realm of men, and my human skin brings order and law, though I have no idea what they mean. 】

[But that's okay.] 】

I'm a Midnight Ghost, so I'm able to do that. 】

[This is my right. 】

[Although I don't understand what law, order, justice and punishment are. 】

But it doesn't matter, I don't care about these things, and I don't bother to learn. 】

[Although I don't know why the perpetrator commits a crime, why the suicide loses the courage to continue living, why the thief can't get food, why there are so many criminals in a city, why people who used to endure hardships and hard work have to go astray.] 】

[But it doesn't matter, I don't care about their miserable past, I don't care about their future lives, anyway, it only needs to be when they sin, I will come to their heads, I just ask that there are no crimes and criminals in my eyes, as for those innocent people who starve to death, die of disease, and die of long labor in factories and vicious conditions, what does it have to do with me? 】

[Although I don't understand, nor do I know how to alleviate social contradictions, improve social productivity, reform production relations, and establish a sound supervision system, so that my kingdom can operate without me. 】

[But it doesn't matter, as long as I kill enough people, as long as those criminals who still have a little brain know how to hide for a while, instead of stupidly continuing to run down the street, I can proudly claim that I have raised humanity from barbarism to civilization, that I have brought order and a future that I myself do not understand, and that I have used a year of fear to deter the new generation who have never seen me. 】

[Yes, of course I can do all of the above, of course I can make them understand things that I do not understand, of course I can kill them with impunity, judge them, and claim that my judgment is the most formal and noble act without the law, without a lawyer, and without any other overseer. 】

[Because I am a Midnight Ghost, because I am superior, and I am destined to bring about those beautiful and powerful Midnight Spirits that I do not understand. 】

How can you contradict me? 】

How can you be innocent: I have already judged you guilty. 】

How can you not die: The only punishment I know is death. 】

How can you not admit that I am your judge: Although I do not know the knowledge that a judge needs, nor the compassion necessary for a judge, I have the power to belong to the judge, but I have never met a person who can point out my mistakes and put an end to my killing. 】

[So: I'm right!] I am the Righteousness! 】

【……】

【……】

[I am...... Midnight Ghost. 】

——————

[Is there anything wrong with my words, my dear Conrad, is there anything you would like to refute or amend?] 】

Morgan let go of her blood relatives and left him to lie on the ground, silent.

She waited long enough, and even hoped that Conrad would be able to jump up in the next second and overturn her theory: but the reality was cruel, and it was impossible for the former King of Nostramo to overturn this theory, at least not anytime soon.

If he could, he wouldn't be a Midnight Ghost.

“……”

Coetz was silent, his countenance more distorted than the sneer of the gods in the night, from the first dazedness, to the astonishment, to the fury at its peak, to the dead silence of the same silence as his breath: he seemed to have nothing to say.

"What do you want to say, Morgan?"

"Are you just innocent and trying to make fun of me here?"

The Midnight Wraith's pupils flickered with a sparkle of selective devouring, but that didn't stop the Lord of the Second Legion, Morgan's smile still on her face, she shook her head, and slowly walked towards her blood relatives.

[No, Conrad. 】

[I just want to confirm a very important matter with you. 】

Morgan walked up to Conrad, who at this time looked a little short compared to her: for he sat on the ground, with a common low body.

The Spider Empress half-crouched, her hands clasping Midnight Wraith's cheeks inexplicably, her forehead against the messy black hair: only then could her pupils take all of Midnight Wraith's vision, and her crooked words pierced Conrad's heart.

——————

We all know that, Conrad. 】

Don't kid yourself. 】

[You call yourself the Midnight Ghost, but you have neither the nobility of becoming the Midnight Ghost nor the wisdom of the Inquisitor, and the only capital you can show off in front of the kind of guilty in your mouth is nothing more than your strength. 】

You are strong enough to be a Midnight Ghost, and that is why you are able to do whatever you want with them: you know that. 】

[You are well aware, and you have already invisibly acknowledged and acquiesced to this: the Midnight Ghost can be a monster, a tyrant who has the power to exert his will on others by virtue of his mere strength, not by any nobility or benevolence. 】

[This is the law you confess in your heart, isn't it?] 】

“……”

Morgan waited.

She didn't wait for Conrad's rebuttal: she got nothing but more distortion and reluctance, more indignation and nothing to say on that dead countenance.

It couldn't be better.

She laughed, stared into Conrad's eyes, and with the ruthless, cunning, serious, and icy whirlwind of her own turquoise pupils, wantonly cut through the blankness in Conrad's eyes, and froze his heart in the words that followed.

She spoke.

[So, look at the present, my dear brother.] 】

[You or me, who is stronger?] 】

[Me. 】

[You and me, who can you overcome?] 】

[I can overcome you. 】

[Therefore, you and me, who can impose their own consciousness on another person. 】

[Who is the stronger, more arrogant, and more powerful Midnight Ghost between you and me, the Inquisitor? 】

——————

[It's me.] 】

[It's Morgan.] 】

[I'm better than you. 】

So, as it should be. 】

——————

[As you say, everyone in the world is guilty, it's just a matter of whether the crime is manifested: this statement is not entirely wrong, and it applies to you as well, Conrad. 】

You know, you're guilty. 】

You are the guilty. 】

[And the guilty need his judge, his midnight ghost.] 】

[So, you need the Midnight Ghost, your own Midnight Ghost.] 】

[Even if it's a midnight ghost, it's not surprising that he needs his own midnight ghost.] 】

And now. 】

[And at this moment.] 】

And between you and me. 】

Morgan paused, her pupils occupied with unprecedented seriousness and arrogance, ensuring that her gaze would continue to crush Conrad's pupils and shoot into his heart, that her words would linger in his ears and not dissipate for a long time.

"I'm the Midnight Ghost. 】

"I am the midnight ghost between you and me. 】

I am your judge. 】

Remember this, remember it forever, Conrad. 】

[Everyone needs their own Midnight Ghost, and your Midnight Ghost is me, Morgan. 】

From now on, this will continue until the moment you are judged. 】

Until then, you have to remember, you have to recognize this, you have to understand this truth-like reality. 】

[My name is Morgan. 】

"I'm yours, Midnight Ghost. 】

(End of chapter)