"Sevita?"

"You found him so soon?"

“……”

"Okay, remember to bring him with you."

"After all, the crow likes to be in a dimly lit room, and he doesn't like Nostramo after dawn: it's dirty, dirtier than his methods of warfare, so dirty that it will bring tears to his melancholy heart, and then I'm a little unkind."

……

Thin lips curled and sharp teeth slightly cold, and the Midnight Ghost grinned brightly on his slender cheeks, and even his pupils were accentuated to the horror of the spine, sending a chill down his spine to the spine of the only onlooker.

But Conrad didn't pay attention to the poor creature behind him, the Midnight Ghost had long since become accustomed to this fear of others, and had learned to enjoy and exploit it: and now, his mind had been completely occupied by something more important.

"I remember that it was here that I accepted the allegiance of all of you."

"Right?"

“……”

Conrad's voice was soft, like the breath of a ghost.

The midnight geist who had frightened the whole of Nostramo picked up his old business this evening: he did not appear in the square, nor did he enter the highest minaret in the hive through the main entrance of the palace, although all of them were theoretically his land.

Conrad chose a path he was more familiar with, using the drains in the lower reaches of the nest as his starting point, and went upstream, avoiding all patrols and outposts, and climbing over the gap in the walls of the palace: the same gap he had climbed over a decade earlier, and which had never been renovated until now.

More than a decade ago, Midnight Wraith followed this route, stumbling into the celebrity-gathering banquet hall, where he eliminated the guards next to a secret door and appeared around the top elites of the entire Quintis Nest and their twenty or so security personnel.

Then he sat down and spoke with the distinguished gentlemen and ladies and explained to them his reasoning and philosophy: from that night onwards, Midnight Ghost became the supreme ruler of Quintis's hive, and in less than a year he became the first supreme king in the entire history of Nostramo.

"Not really, sir."

An old, abrupt voice rang in the genotype's ear, interrupting Conrad's memory, and Midnight Ghost turned to look at the man who had spoken, the only spectator in the room.

In the face of the progenitor's gaze, the bystander simply forced his breath to go from a kneeling position to a straight waist so that he could look directly into the eyes of the Midnight Wraith, pointing out the mistake in the former's words.

"This is the throne room, the top floor of the minaret, the place where you rule, where you record and summarize your executions, and look out over the city of Quintis under your rule: the banquet hall where you met with the nobles is on the next floor, and it was converted into a council for state councils with the governors of the districts at the beginning of your reign."

“…… That's right. ”

Conrad nodded, and he leaned down slightly, looking at the old man carefully, and the primordial gaze shuttled back and forth on the face he was all too familiar with.

"You're a lot older, my old fellow Polyus."

The original body sighed.

"Ten years is a long time for a mortal, my lord."

"For me, it's the same."

Conrad laughed.

"However, I still remember that at the original banquet, when I reasoned with you nobles and asked you to embrace me as king, you were the first person who had the courage to talk to me, and the only one who dared to really discuss some issues with me."

"Of course I do, sir."

"Do you remember what I told you, Polyus: I saw in your eyes the possibility of the future, and that was the only reason I allowed you to survive the confrontation with me."

Conrad straightened up, turned around, and walked slowly to the window, which was embedded in the bluestone walls, the only way to see the whole of Quintis in the tower, and the favorite place of the Midnight Wraith: in the past and in the present.

Here he overlooks his kingdom.

"So, when I left Nostramo with my Father of Genes, I appointed you governor of this world, to rule over all that I left to this world: this is exactly what I saw in you."

“……”

The old man, or rather Polyus, simply bent down again, ashamed.

"But I failed to do my duty, my lord."

"You really don't."

Conrad said without looking back.

"The city is no longer quiet, the curfew is ignored by all, and the nobles whom I have feared with fear have stretched out their minions from their splendid dwellings, crowded out the new factories that have no backing, and developed their power in the lower strata of the nest: killings, rapes, robberies, arson, and all sorts of criminal activities are now growing more and more rampant in the shadows, watering more and more seeds of evil."

“…… Yes, sin. ”

"Evil has returned to the land of Nostramo, and everything here is the way it was before I started hunting: until now, they have even been able to send their cannons and armies near your Doge's Palace, and have a head-on confrontation with your few poor supporters."

"All the order I left behind was on the verge of collapse."

"Or rather, it's collapsed."

“……”

"It's only been ten years."

"You really didn't protect it."

The progenitor simply gave his own verdict, and the words weighed on Polyus's shoulders like a thousand weights, but before he could start breathing hard again, Conrad changed his words with a smile.

"But ......"

"You're still the one I can boast about the most of all the answers I've left before."

"It's not all your fault, old man."

“……”

The primordial smile and forgiveness even made the old governor think that he was actually insane by now, and that the Midnight Ghost in front of him was just his imagination before he died: after all, no matter how loyal Polyus was to Conrad, he didn't think that the Midnight Ghost would be a figure who forgave the wrongdoers.

“……”

Conrad saw the shock in Polyus's pupils, but he ignored it and just continued his words, but a little anger rose in his words.

"I remember it very well: in addition to you, I have left behind a dozen governors to run the cities and settlements that have become dead under my intimidation, and now that ten years have passed, what has happened to the others except you?"

“……”

The Governor bowed his head, he did not want to fall into the trap at this time, but he did not give anyone else an idea to quibble.

"You don't have to say it, I know."

Midnight Ghost laughed.

"More than half of the people have died, some of them in their beds, some of them simply in the streets, or in their own mansions with guns in their hands, and these governors who died in battle are a symbol of the collapse of order, and those who have not died, they will regret that they have survived to this day."

The chill in Conrad's mouth sent chills down Polyus' spine.

"At the end of the day, it's a big world, and only you remember my words."

"It's only been ten years, less than a generation, and the world, which I have cleaned up with the most thorough means, is about to return to its original state: you see, fear recedes in people's hearts faster than I imagined."

"That's my mistake."

“……”

Polyus's brow jumped, and in his remaining memories, he didn't think that Midnight Ghost was the one who could say such things: Conrad had always been a great admirer of [fear], and it was better for him to admit that fear would fade, but it would be better for him to admit that the sun was square.

But before the old governor could say anything, the genogen had already stepped to the window, and he jumped up, curled up on his legs, leaning on one frame, and leaning sideways: after many years, the king of Nostramo once again looked at his homeland and kingdom.

The current Star of the Eternal Night is still the same as it used to be, but with a slight difference: compared to the lifeless silence of Kant, the current Nostramo has a lot of [classical] prosperity.

The continuous neon lights and the splendor of the aristocratic halls weave an intoxicating scene in the night, and the minarets, statues, and banners of the nobles and gangs everywhere once again occupy the streets, only this time, in the suffocating luxury, there is a slight explosion of cannon fire, adding a touch of disharmony to the night.

"I'll just say so, old man."

The Midnight Wraith looked at the spires occupied by the old families: in the years of his reign, they were as quiet as their rulers, shrouded in the lights of the Reformation and the rumbling of machines in the factories, but now the fireworks and glows of the ancient magnates were lit up again, even more prosperous than when Conrad first saw them.

The Midnight Ghost was no surprise to this: he had seen it all in the future.

After all......

"If I don't come back."

Conrad issued a proclamation to the last governor loyal to him.

"It's really too late."

"You know what, Polyus: they won't be able to break your defenses for a short time, but there are already five people in your henchmen who have been bought by them, and a bleak future and a lot of money are corrupting the hearts of these people, if I don't return to this land. You won't live to see the next full moon rise. ”

"And at that point, it's really over."

“……”

The old governor was not surprised by Conrad's words, he just looked up at the back of the genetic prototype, and looked at the cloak of the King of Darkness, illuminated by the sickly neon lights outside the window.

This governor chosen by Conrad himself has never been a cowardly man, so when his consciousness was restored, Polyus's still sharp mind quickly grasped the deep meaning of the original words.

This made the Governor tremble.

"Are you here to solve all this, Lord Conrad?"

“…… My lord? ”

Midnight Wraith turned his head and glanced at his loyal followers.

"You wouldn't have been so deferential to me before, Polyus: it looks like the pressure to rule a world like this has bent your spine, but it's understandable.

The original smirked self-deprecatingly.

"After all, I have left you with too little: no army, no fortresses, no supplies, no large and strong bureaucracy, or a new class on our side."

"The upstarts who have benefited from my reforms, before they have time to grasp the great power, will have to face the more powerful old nobles after I have left: and then they will be undoubtedly defeated, and they will instead fuel the families of the spires."

"Tell me the truth, my governor: I'm surprised that you've made it this far."

The genogen rolled down and walked quickly in front of his governor. As he spoke, Conrad stretched out his hand and helped the stunned old man up a little roughly.

Polyus stared at Midnight Ghost's movements in almost genuine trepidation: even though Conrad's previous actions and words had surprised him, he was still listening to the Primordial's words in disbelief.

"I'm sorry, my lord, I miss my ......"

"Don't be surprised, old man."

The original lifted his governor, smiled at him, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Like I told you, even for a guy like me, ten years is not a short time, it's enough to fundamentally change some of my personality: you don't know what I've learned in the galaxy and what I've gained in the galaxy, old man?"

"But at the very least, I think the Midnight Ghost is more likable now than the tyrant of ten years ago, isn't it?"

“……”

Polyus nodded, but he calmly made a suggestion to the Primordial.

"With all due respect, my lord, if you've only learned how to make people like you in the last ten years, you probably won't be able to solve the problem with Nostramo: I mean, if there's no other way, we'll go according to the way Midnight Ghost was before."

"I think you didn't really like the old model?"

The primordial narrowed his eyes, and his governor nodded sincerely.

"I don't like it now, but after ten years of really ruling this world, I have to say this: Midnight Ghost is at least a proven solution, your fear can indeed suppress the darkness of those lands, and the direct cause of all this is because your fear has not been sustained......"

"Or rather, it's because I'm gone."

The original body made up for the second half, and he put his hands behind his back and circled around Polyus, his cold gaze resting on his former throne: the former Midnight Wraith sat there, ruling over the entire Night Star, and his governor sat there, sustaining his crumbling legacy.

If he had not returned, in a few days' time, Polyus would have sat on that throne and had his precious life taken by the Assassins at the behest of the nobles: and then Nostramo would have returned to Hell.

"But you don't realize the problem, my old fellow: even if I'm back now, it doesn't mean I won't leave again, that is, even if I've shed enough fears this time, they'll only fade a second time."

"Not to mention, I can't rule the world anymore, for a second decade."

"I have more things to do."

The original shook its head slightly.

"So, we're going to do it differently."

With that, the Midnight Wraith lifted his governor by his arms, and almost involuntarily brought him to the throne, and pressed him to the cold chair again.

In this way, Conrad looked down on Polyus condescendingly.

"Frankly, you've not been successful, but you've done a good job considering the mess I've left behind and the resources you have: and more importantly, you've pledged your loyalty to me and your own vows under pressure and temptation."

"And loyalty is always rewarded, old man."

"So, I'll give you a reward, and a new duty."

The original body smiled, he didn't give the governor time to say anything.

"The bonus: the best doctor in the galaxy will give you a rejuvenation surgery of the highest standard, so that health, vitality and quick thinking can return to your body, Polyus, I promise, your life will be long, as long as you continue to live up to your heart."

The Genogen's gaze began to survey the walls around him. The walls were full of records of Midnight Wraith's past hunts: there was one thing he hadn't told Polyus that even if the governor hadn't died in the assassination, his old body wouldn't have lasted a few years.

"As for responsibility......

Conrad lowered his head and made eye contact with his governor.

"As I said before, I can't stay on the Nostramo for long, I'll be out of here soon, and I'll be back in the galaxy and the Great Expedition, where there are more important things to do: but before I leave again, I'll do everything I can to fix the mess in this world."

"Until then, I'll still appoint you governor of this world, old man."

"You deserve that trust."

“……”

The old governor stared at the genogen in front of him with his cloudy eyes, and to Conrad's relief, Polyus did not fall into ecstasy because he could regain his youth, nor did he become greedy and fanatical because he could remain in power, and there was indeed a glimmer of happiness in his pupils, but it was within the scope of human nature.

He wasn't mistaken about this guy.

What's more, the Governor was worried about the genetic's generous gift.

"My lord, in the ten years since you left, in addition to trying my best to maintain your system, I have actually been suffering another kind of torture: I dare not hide it from you, when those nobles promised me a lot of conditions, and even promised me to become the real vassal king of this world, there were a few times when I wavered, and I almost agreed to their conditions."

"I'm not sure if I'll be able to hold on to my present loyalties when I'm young and alive again, my lord: it wouldn't be a wise decision for you to keep me governor of this world for a long time."

“……”

Conrad lowered his head and listened quietly and attentively to Polyus's every word, knowing that the governor had finished intermittently, Midnight Wraith nodded in satisfaction as a sign of appreciation.

"You don't need to worry about that, my old fellow, and I'm not going to put more difficulties and trials on your shoulders: those who can pass the trials are certainly worthy of respect, but I personally never have more trust and expectation in the flashes of humanity."

"As long as I can, I will never let humanity be put to the test."

"That's the safest way to go."

"As for you: you will still be the governor of this world, but you don't need to worry about anything else, I will set up a more complete system in this world, in which your power will not be strong enough to make you fall."

After leaving his governor on the cold throne, the primordial slowly walked to the window with his hands behind his back, his voice echoing through the wide throne room, like the sanction of the gods above the firmament.

"And I will keep you in the position of Governor for two reasons: first, because your loyalty can be trusted, and second, because what is happening on Nostramo requires a witness, and you are the most suitable person, Polyus."

Conrad laughed.

"As a member of the aristocracy of yesteryear, you have witnessed the appearance of Nostramo before I began hunting, and you have witnessed the dead and orderly land under my rule, and from today onwards, you will witness the future of this star of the eternal night."

The original walked to the window, pressed a hand against the wall, and turned his head.

"Promise me, Polyus: you will remember everything you see, and you will record it all, that all the sins, sufferings, judgments, and redemptions in this world need a witness, and I have entrusted you with this great mission."

“……”

The Governor took a deep breath.

"I ...... I never thought I'd be held up with such a responsibility, my lord. ”

"When the burden comes, everyone will be overwhelmed."

"You too, so do I."

The original body whispered.

"Just as the world has placed the mission of the Midnight Ghost on my shoulders when I first came to this world: I will not absolve you of your duties, Polyus, for I know that you are the right person to be, but I will give you time to get used to it."

"Think about it, old man, and after you have thought about it, you must first learn how to be a spectator: since you are going to help me record all the history of Nostramo, you must be the one who witnesses history, both in the most important scenes and in the most important characters."

"You have to learn to bear witness to them."

"You have to learn to record the truth."

“……”

"Will this help you, sir?"

“…… Someday ......"

"Yes."

After a brief reply, the genogen returned to his seat in the window, closed his eyes and let his loyal governor regulate himself.

And just as the Midnight Ghost had just said, it was only a few minutes later, when the neon lights at the end of Conrad's vision had not yet completed a cycle, and the Governor's old response had already reached the ears of the original genome: as determined as ever, as it had been ten years ago.

"When do I need to witness the world, my lord?"

"Now."

The original opened his eyes and smiled.

"Starting tonight."

"More specifically, it starts with you seeing the next visitor."

“…… Next visitor. ”

The Governor frowned: he remembered very well that he had not made an appointment with anyone to-night.

"Who could he be, my lord?"

“……”

——————

"Sevita."

"Let's go inside."

"This is it."

About five minutes later, the Governor heard some unfamiliar voices outside the door, whispers of people talking to each other, but to his horror he heard no footsteps at all: even one of those conversations sounded entirely childlike.

But Polyus tried to suppress the surprise on his face, after all, Conrad sitting by the window did not move, and as the Midnight Ghost had just said: if he was to learn to witness all this, then composure was the emotion he needed most.

Sure enough, just as he had reassured himself a little: the Primordial opened its eyes and nodded at him.

"Come in with you two, Barbatos, Zaroste."

Conrad spoke, his voice not loud, but for a moment silenced the whispers outside the door.

It was another second or two before the Doge saw two steel giants in dark blue armor push open the door, with a child with them, a gang kid who could be found everywhere in Quintis's lower hive, only a little more robust than his peers.

But except for the child's bare feet on the floor, there was a subtle sound. The two giants, who weighed as much as a thousand pounds, moved forward silently like ghosts.

The giants saluted the Original.

"We've brought him, sir."

"Well, well done."

"You two have brought me a surprise, Enric, Phil."

The primordial nodded at the giants, giving an emotionless smile, but in the middle of the words, the Midnight Wraith called the first and last names of his two descendants as if to show off.

Judging from the subtle expressions on the faces of the two iron giants, this little trick had a greater effect on them than they imagined: even more, Barbatos, who was standing behind Sevita, opened his mouth and spoke tentatively.

"Do you remember my name, sir?"

"Of course."

Conrad grinned.

"Your names are special, and both of you are excellent: when I reunite with my legion, I always tend to prioritize remembering trustworthy people like you, who deserve my trust."

There was no bias in the original subject's words, he just said these two sentences in a uniform and cold manner, as if he was reading an experimental report.

But that's enough.

On the faces of the two Terra-veterans, there was a joy that even the Governor could see.

"Alright, now go about your own business, and don't forget your duty."

With that, Conrad straightened his face and waved his hand, and the two Terra veterans withdrewd with reverence: as they left, the Governor still didn't hear the stiff sound of the heavy steel boots on the bluestone floor.

But Conrad could hear it.

He turned his head to look out the window, as if waiting for the two of them to walk away, and after a while, he turned his gaze back to Sevita, who was standing silently in front of him.

The original body laughed again, this time, his smile became much more vivid, and he even winked at the tattered child, which was extremely kind.

"I lied to them."

Conrad's smile was proud.

"I can remember everyone's names, regardless of which batch I remember."

“……”

The Governor sitting on the throne twitched from his face due to the change of face of the original genotype, and he didn't know what to say, but instead stood in front of the original body, kept his neck up to observe him, and responded to his words without humility or arrogance.

"I know."

"My psionic powers tell me."

“……”

The hoarse voice caused the Governor to look away in astonishment at the child, who was perhaps only ten years old: he had never imagined that a mortal, especially a child, could be so calm in the presence of a figure like the Midnight Ghost.

Was Nostramo under his rule such a Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon?

On the contrary, the Midnight Ghost himself did not seem surprised by Sevita's composure, just as Sevita was carefully observing the Midnight Ghost in front of him, and the Midnight Ghost was also carefully observing the child in front of him, and did not forget to joke at him.

"Your psionic powers?"

"Shouldn't your crow friends tell you?"

The original body laughed and talked to himself.

"Seriously, Sevita: I think you prefer crows to ravens."

“……”

The boy from Nostramo blinked, he couldn't understand the joke, and the genogen withdrew his gaze, and he didn't expect Sevita to understand: just like the "crow and dirty" joke he told himself at the beginning, it was a joke that needed a little experience from the future to understand.

After all, according to the current time, his brother, who can also dissolve in the shadows, should not have landed yet.

Thinking of this, Midnight Ghost couldn't help but shake his head, smacking his lips, and suddenly felt a kind of loneliness: no one could detect the stalk in his words, but it was really uncomfortable.

But Conrad's depression was obviously not contagious to Sevita, and at this moment the Nostramo boy was watching the man sitting at a height of a thousand meters with full attention: even if the two giants who brought him here did not say it explicitly, even if the man did not report himself, Sevita was convinced:

He is the Midnight Ghost.

He must be a midnight ghost.

The Midnight Ghost is back.

“……”

Sevita pursed his lips, he could feel his throat swallowing a gulp of saliva with great difficulty, and the smell of blood from the afternoon brawl was still unbridled in his mouth, but none of this could suppress the excitement in his head.

Midnight Ghost ......

The idol of yesteryear, or more simply, the god of yesteryear, stood before him like this?

"Don't think of me as a god, boy."

Before Sevita could say anything, Conrad, who turned his head to look at the scenery, replied to him.

"You can also think of me as a judge, an executioner, a tyrant, a midnight ghost, or you can see me as the father of your genes and a burden to your legion: these two identities may be the typical ones you will know in the future."

"Anyway, you can do anything, just don't think of me as a god, I'll be very troubled."

The protogenitor leaned against the frame of the window, and the Nostramo boy, who was standing in front of Conrad, was silent for a while before he vomited the question in his heart.

"If you are not a god, how can you quell the chaos in Nostramo?"

"The world had been sunk in sin and chaos for almost millennia before you came, and generations of people had become accustomed to it: but it only took you a few years to change everyone's perception, and your merits are the same as those of God, Midnight Spirit."

"Have I changed?"

Conrad tilted his head to look at the little guy who always appeared in his vision, and he pointed to the brilliant neon signs outside the window.

"Or: If I'm really a god, if I've really changed the world, then why did Nostramo return to what he is now?"

“……”

"I'm not a god, little one, and I haven't succeeded in changing here."

"So, I have to come back now and clean up this mess that I made with my own hands."

“……”

Sevita stopped talking.

Conrad, on the other hand, scoffed: he knew very well that the future prince of the crows might have a hundred quibbles to refute the words of the genotype, but he would still fail, not to mention that the current immature little guy was at most a raven.

In such a relaxed atmosphere, Conrad began to wait, waiting for what Sevita would finally be able to say.

The boy was silent for a moment.

"Midnight Ghost, do you mean: you are going to pacify Nostramo with blood and slaughter again, as you did before, by skinning the nobles and hanging them on the minaret?"

"Maybe."

Conrad grimaced.

"That's going to be a big job."

The boy nodded, his tone now very serious.

"So, the Iron Giants you brought with you, who call themselves the Night Lords, to help you on a great project: and did you bring me here to join me in this project?"

"Why do you think that?"

Faced with the question of the original body, Sevita paused first, and then spread his hands indifferently.

"Because this world is full of damned people, Midnight Wraiths, and if you were to slaughter a neighborhood, you might kill up to ten innocent people: so, you and your steel giants will probably be busy for a long time, even until my generation grows up."

"As for me, though I don't know why, I was born stronger, faster, and more murderous than my peers: I think that's probably why you like me, and your steel giants say I'm a good seedling, and maybe I'm just the right person for the job."

"I don't mind working for you, Midnight Ghost, you're so much better than those powerful people."

"Where's the strength?"

The Progenitor seemed to be interested in the answer to this question, but Sevita answered it without hesitation.

"You're not afraid of death?"

The original laughed as he pointed to the lights on the spires.

"Among the nobles of Nostramo, there are also some who are not afraid of death."

"It's different."

The boy shook his head.

"I can feel it, Midnight Ghost: you value some things in your heart more than life, and when you are faced with those things and life choices, you don't beg them to keep you alive."

“……”

"As for those powerful people, they are not afraid of death."

"They're just doing their own lives."

“……”

The original body smiled at the answer.

He then summoned Sevita to his side, carried him to the window, and watched the nest of Quintis in the shadows with the Nostramo child.

"Little one, do you know how I'm going to clean up the city?"

"With those steel giants of yours?"

"Their name is Astarte, they are called Astarte warriors, and under my command there is a whole legion of Astarte warriors, they have thirty or forty thousand people, they can do a lot of things, they are called Midnight Lords."

“……”

"Can I become a Midnight Lord too?"

"What do you think?"

The original didn't look at Sevita, but the boy became excited at his words.

"Sevita, do you know how I was reunited with my warriors?"

"On the battlefield?"

"Nope."

Conrad shook his head.

"We are not reunited on the battlefield, we are united in a galaxy: a concept that you don't know yet, without wars and more accidents, I summoned my entire legion, probably tens of thousands, in the wasteland of another world, and they walked in front of me in a phalanx, and finally formed an overwhelming phalanx."

"I stood on a platform higher than you think, said something to them, something inconsequential, felt the way they looked at me, what was in their minds, and then I did the first thing I did when I was reunited with them."

"I told them that right now, I need some of them to carry out an order, I didn't say what the order is, I didn't say how many people I need, I just told them to sign up freely, and I'll close the registration after a certain number."

“……”

"Midnight Wraith, do you want to know who is most loyal to you?"

"It's not faithful: it's just a trivial test."

"And so, I chose two thousand."

Conrad smiled, his fingers drawing circles in the sky.

"I divided these two thousand men into a thousand groups of two and two, and then under the cover of night, I dropped them on the surface of Nostramo, probably a few days ago, and they arrived here one after another: their task is to observe the situation here as much as possible, to mark the unforgivable families and gangs, and in the next purge, these marked guys will be the first to fall."

"Then they're going to get tired."

The boy laughed.

"You should have them mark all five nests so they don't miss anything."

"Things have to come one by one."

The original squinted.

"After they have done all this, the large army should also arrive: I will divide my large army into several units, divide the corresponding areas in the nest capital, let them operate in the corresponding areas, and I will determine in the results of their cleansing, whether these warriors are worthy of my further trust and drive?"

"I will send the most old-fashioned and cruel warriors to the minarets of the nobility to avoid slipping through the net: I still remember the names of the nobles, some of whom died under my claws, and others who knelt at my feet at the dinner party."

"The Gloomy One, the Silverwing Carrion, the Trembling Teeth, the Crying Duchess Iljana, the Heir of the Stellar Flower, Balcius, the Torture Lord Tiberion, and ......"

"Oh, House Scarlewalker."

The original body smiled and stretched out his fingers and plucked out his ears.

"The name of this family has been ringing in my ears over and over again since I returned to this world, how can I forget their name: after all, they sent airships to the nest capital and kept chatting about that boring news."

Beside the original body, the Nostramo boy laughed silently.

Of course, he knew what the Midnight Wraith meant: as one of the most rapid rise of the Ancient Families after the Midnight Wraith left, the Scarlewalkers had been doing their best to expand their influence on every occasion and by all means.

And in the past few days, because the eldest son of this family is about to be made an earl, the name of this noble cub and the family to which he belongs has sounded over and over again in various places in the nest capital.

What's that cub's name?

"Jando-Scallewalk."

The original body spoke up and answered the question in Sevita's mind.

"You can call him Count Tattoo, but you don't need to care about this person: well, if the Scarlewalker family, or any of the people I mentioned above, if their bodies don't show up in the sunlight of the next morning, then I have to think carefully about whether the warriors in charge of those areas are worth my continued trust?"

“……”

Sevita fell silent, the Midnight Ghost's words delighting him, but there was also a point in it that made him feel suspicious.

"It's been a long time since Nostramo had seen the sun, Midnight Wraith."

"yes, I know."

Conrad nodded.

"Even during the period of my reign, there was very little sunshine: but now it is different, I have found a way to bring light."

“…… What is it? ”

"Psionic energy."

Conrad nodded Sevita's head.

"That's what you have in your head."

“……”

"Psionic energy can't bring sunlight."

"That's because you're not strong enough."

Midnight Wraith grinned.

"Do you know what a true psionic powerhouse looks like, Sevita?"

"They are the gods you call them, the gods of legends, they can do anything you can imagine, they can reverse the flow of time, they can reshape the system of the world, they play with life and death, their lives are like ancient myths."

And among these powerful psionics, those who are the most powerful, are even able to control the life and death of a world with their own power: they are able to throw a world into the space they have created, speeding up the flow of time in the entire world a hundred times to satisfy their ideas. And they can also deflect the satellites above the world's heads, eliminate the solar eclipse, so that the satellites no longer block the sun's rays in the world, and let the sunlight shine on the world again. ”

“……”

Sevita's eyes widened, of course he didn't know anything about astronomy, but he quickly understood what was meant by the last sentence in Midnight Ghost's words.

"You mean ......"

"Yes."

Conrad smiled, he didn't know where to take out a sunglasses for Sevita, and couldn't help but put them on his eyes, and at the same time put one on himself, and before the Nostramo boy could react, the Midnight Ghost had already taken him to the side of the Governor of the planet, putting a layer of protection on the Governor's eyes.

"Through precise calculations and long-term psionic energy reserves, a powerful psionic can temporarily let the satellite go away and set a new orbit for it, which is a major project that can be called the top in the galaxy. But thankfully, I happen to know someone who can do this kind of big thing. ”

“……”

Sevita wanted to say something, but a rumble in the sky interrupted him.

On the other side, the Midnight Geist spoke to the Governor.

"Remember what I just said, Bolius: let's start recording now."

"From this next moment."

“……”

The Governor seemed to say something, but Sevita was in no mood to listen, and he rushed to the window as fast as he could.

——————

The darkness is gone.

There was no reluctance, no forewarning, the clouds that hung over Nostramo, the huge moons that once blocked the sunlight, and all kinds of phenomena that no astrophysicist could not explain, dissolved like dust in the face of absolute and purest violence.

At that moment, the sun was revealed.

At that moment, all the darkness became nowhere to hide.

In the firmament of Nostramo, the extreme sunlight shone on the city of Quintis, and with it absolute incandesmine, absolute heat, absolute silence, and hysterical torment under the silence: countless mobs in the darkness trembled at this moment, thinking that judgment was coming, and the most daring men looked up at the sun, but soon their eyes burned and shed painful blood from the divine light.

Everything is like ten years ago, when the Lord of Humanity first arrived.

But this time, the light seems to be much more ruthless, much more ruthless.

Because under the light, there are some black spots that people can't see, they are like broken meteor showers, and they come quickly under the extreme heat, like the world-destroying fire rain descended by the gods in mythology.

Some, dozens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, in the blink of an eye, dense black dots appeared from the sun and smashed to the ground: it was only at this moment that people realized that it was not a fragment of a meteorite, but one huge creation after another that they could not comprehend.

Only those with the best memory can realize what these creations are: from these creations the great warriors who came to the world with the Lord of Mankind just ten years ago.

It was the Legion's drop pod.

Thousands, enough to carry an entire corps, drop capsules.

The next moment, a large number of warriors swarmed out of the airdrop warehouse, all of them wore dark blue armor, with blood, skeletons and lightning symbols on them, their faces and pupils were hidden behind the hideous helmets, and their faces could not be seen clearly, but the sharp claws and long swords in their hands told the only purpose of their trip.

With a sword in one hand and a parchment list in the other, thousands of warriors looked at the city of sin with a merciless attitude, they knew their mission, and they had no resistance to such a mission.

Because that's their mission.

Because they're proud of it.

Because their arrival speaks to a truth in itself.

Here, there is no cure.

Only blood will bring salvation.

Only blood can wash away life.

And after countless eras, there will be such descriptions of their coming, of the beginning of blood and fire.

——————

In the middle of the night.

Under the scorching sun.

In the most brilliant light.

The Midnight Legion has arrived.

I added a little bit later, so you don't need to say it in the comment area if you find large-scale garbled characters, just refresh it.

It's been so many times, I think you are still not surprised, you don't need to be in the comment area??? target

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