Trial.

Judgment from midnight.

For the judgment of one world.

Under the scorching sun, in the glorious light, the Judges who have come out of midnight have lost their prudence: the greatest judgment should be the judgment that is forged in the most visible place, in the most upright manner.

The Inquisitors are never a bunch of blood-stained blades that should be hidden in the midnight: of course, because of their duty, they must keep their long lives in the shadows, as the sword of justice against evil, but that does not mean that these heroes can only hover on the edge of the normal world, only in the shadows, living with the criminals.

Only criminals need to survive in the shadows, for they need darkness to cover their sins, and the Inquisitor must learn not only to walk and fight in the shadows, but also to stand proudly in the sun to meet the gaze from all sides: this is an even greater challenge.

After all, only by standing in the sun, only by standing in the eyes of everyone, can we prove which blood on the body is ironclad evidence of depravity, and which blood is the price that must be paid in punishment for sin.

In the same way, it is only by standing in the sun, standing in the midst of the crowd, that the judges can be reminded that they are not criminals, they are part of society, they are elites, they are not maggots who can only live in the shadows, they are fighters who take the initiative to bear the burden of the monstrous.

This pride, born of a sense of responsibility and self-knowledge, is a creature that thrives only in the sun, and in the midst of the endless darkness of slaughter, it is the last bulwark that can protect the noble mind of the Inquisitor.

Even the lord in the middle of the night is a citizen in the sun, even a butcher with blood on his hands, he is an imperial soldier who should be treated equally.

But it is a pity that for a long time before this, this simple truth seems to have been ignored by the magnates of the empire, and the war council, which is high on the Holy Terra, is wielding this judgment knife that should be used carefully and carefully kept, and blindly looking at all kinds of [traitors].

The magnificences of the Holy Terra are oblivious to the bloody purgatory created by the Eighth Legion, and instead triumphantly enjoy the effectiveness of the fear tactics: in a world that dares to resist, no one has ever noticed the cycle of slaughter, despair, fear and surrender, and the Inquisitors who have created it all have cracks in their hearts.

Even the Lord of Humanity had never noticed the rift, or rather, the Emperor's attention to the vast majority of the Legions was infuriatingly low: his only attention seemed to be focused on the few legions that would please him, such as the Shadowmoon Wolves, the Emperor's Son, and the Imperial Fist, while the more original sinful Astarte Legions were on the brink of embarrassment, trapped by their own flaws.

As a result, for the legions in these marginal areas, the Father of Genes, whom they had never met, became their only way to salvation: they could only hope for guidance and changes from the Genetic Prototype to get them out of the fog.

Among them, some of the more fortunate legions did meet the original body of their dreams and embarked on a new path, their names even tinged with jealousy among the brothers of the other legions, and words such as "archangel" or "mother" were given a slightly strange meaning.

As for the unfortunate legions, their reunion with the genetic prototype is only the beginning of another nightmare, and even the guilt that was still reserved will completely embark on a wild run on the path of depravity, and the slaughter, contempt or pollution from the irresistible will be the last straw.

Originally, the Eighth Legion would be the model of the latter, and the already shaky perseverance would be completely reduced to incorrigible madness after integrating into the many [characteristics] of the sinful world of Nostramo.

But here's the trick of fate: until you actually push open the next door, you never know what's going to be in this room in front of you.

And for Conrad's genetic offspring: after reuniting with their genetic father, they tremblingly pushed open the room that Midnight Wraiths had prepared for them.

And then......

I encountered a path that I had never imagined before.

A fair-minded trial.

This seemed to be a matter of course: the judgment was supposed to be above board and in full view, but after associating the word "above board" with the Eighth Legion itself......

……

……

It's really weird.

But in any case, when they saw the blood that they deserved to be slathered in the relentless light of the sun, many of Conrad's children had a new feeling: as if a long-blocked river had been refilled with fresh living water, and this feeling made them feel refreshed.

At the very least, they are not averse to the feeling, they are not averse to judging sinners in front of them in the somewhat scorching sun, they are not averse to looking at their own shadow in the light as warriors or judges.

They were still a little uncomfortable, but other than that, everything was fine.

It won't be a bad direction for the warriors of the entire Eighth Legion, nor will it be a bad start: their primordial body has changed them, and they can feel that their genetic father is in the heart of the responsibility and mission that has made a path for them.

Almost every veteran of the Terra descent can sense this, after all, they are the human spirits who have experienced almost a hundred years of ups and downs in the Great Expedition, and when these people who have the right to speak within the Legion feel the kindness of the Primordial, the entire Eighth Legion has already gathered around the Midnight Wraith, with the initial centripetal force.

Thus, these warriors, who were given the title of "Midnight Lord", began their first combat operation after their reunion with the Father of Genes: it may be a bit inaccurate to say that it was a combat operation, but in the eyes of the Eighth Legion, judging the evils of the world is also a war worthy of serious attention.

The legions who saw the conquest of lands and the destruction of kingdoms as wars would probably never have ever thought about the point of victory and glory in their mouths if the lands they conquered for their empire were nothing more than desolation infested with outlaws?

For a long time before that, the Eighth Legion had held this view to despise the fighting brothers of the other legions, and today, they will also explain this to their original body with their actions.

The elite 10,000 Terra veterans of the Legion were the first warriors to land on the Nostramo, and their drop pod landed near the square in the center of the nest, where the most elite forces of the so-called [Old Noble Alliance] were gathered: each soldier under the command of these Nostramo magnates was a thug with a lot of blood in their hands, and even changed beyond recognition, and their commanders were keen to show their [great martial arts] with the death of their kind.

For the judges, this is a wonderful starting point: there is no need to go through any process, and there is no need to worry about any unjust, false and wrongful convictions, and every explosion of a bomb means a successful trial.

The army of the old nobles gathered near the square was about ten to twelve times larger than the vanguard of the Midnight Lords, and such a large army was overwhelming at the time of the formation in the nest capital, and such a numerical advantage certainly brought them a great advantage: it took Conrad's sons a full thirteen minutes to bring this army to a complete collapse from beginning to end.

The next trial work took about an hour, and the most ambitious project was to find the hidden criminals in the labyrinth structure of those nests, but the specific process of this big project was so boring that it didn't need to be repeated, the magnates on Nostramo have never been known for their strong military power, not to mention the battle of tens of thousands of Astartes, which is enough to annihilate the vast majority of independent countries in the galaxy and use them to deal with these land snakes, It's even a wasteful act.

Apparently, the Midnight Ghost, who sat in the tower and watched it all quietly, realized it: Conrad had spent much of his time listening to the monstrous screams that replaced the usual noise of midnight in Quintes, and he restrained his instinct to join in and drink blood, while giving the most up-to-date orders to the respected company commanders.

As a result, more Midnight Lords were put down, and the vanguard forces that were originally in the square were divided into several forces, and the siege of the noble spires and arsenals in the center of the nest capital became the next highlight, and a small number of Midnight Lords received the corresponding list to clean the so-called gangs and families in the lower city of the nest capital.

"The reason why we hit them is because they're the easiest option."

Midnight Wraith looked up, sniffing carefully at the fresh blood in the evening breeze, the long-lost smell made him smile, and then explained softly to Sevita beside him.

"Even if the whole of Nostramo were united, it would be powerless in the face of the power at my disposal, and even more so there would be no unity between these magnates at all: so the real heart of this trial is not how to defeat the power of the nobles, but how to distinguish more efficiently between the guilty and the innocent at this time."

“……”

"With all due respect, Midnight Spirit."

When they sat together at the same height, Sevita could only reach Conrad's forearm, but the Nostramo boy was still able to hold his head up and speak with great calm, without the excitement and tremor of the first sight of his idol: this powerful mental control is what is why the Raven Prince is able to thrive in the lower city of the nest capital.

Even in the face of his most admired Midnight Ghost, Sevita is able to articulate his opinions and questions thoughtfully, and will not be easily swayed.

"It's hard to find a man who is completely innocent on Nostramo: I know that among the scavengers and civilians who wander the lower town and the sewers, there are indeed some who can be called innocent, but that is because they are too weak to even commit crimes, and the gang members, and the nobles at the top, are of course guilty, and death is too cheap for them."

"But beyond that, there is another kind of people living in the nest capital of Nostramo."

At this, Saivita paused.

"They do do bad things, they can't be said to be pure and immaculate, but they are not as heinous as gangsters or nobles: their bad deeds are often coerced or forced by life, and you want to condemn them guilty or innocent?"

"Of course it's guilty."

Conrad turned his head, his long black hair being blown up by the night wind, and his long narrow pupils stared carefully at the raging fire not far away, a special force led by the hottest Terra warriors of the Midnight Lords' legion, besieging the spires of the nobles: in just half an hour, more than ninety percent of the ancient families in Quintis City had completely disappeared in the fire.

Until this time, the magnates had not learned the trick of unity, and they had only gathered their slaves and sat dying in their own family domains: in the more notorious ones, serious internal strife had even erupted, with the younger sons throwing the older elders out to attract the attention of the Midnight Lords so that they could escape, and the elders were seizing the opportunity to do the same to the juniors.

This act of imminent infighting often only hastened the demise of these families, but even so, Midnight Ghost decided that he would make a personal trip to make sure that the ancient sins of Quintes City would be uprooted: Conrad didn't mind being doubly cautious about it.

And before that, he can answer the confusion in Sevita's heart.

"Evil can be divided into many kinds, my little one, there are subjective and objective, there are also active and passive, those who have no choice but to commit crimes can indeed get a little forgiveness, but in any case, we must pay attention to the most fundamental principle when we conduct judgments."

Midnight Ghost's eyes are deep.

"If you do something wrong, you will pay the price."

The genogen uttered this rule word by word, and his words caused Sevita to think deeply and frown.

"So, will you kill them, Midnight Spirit?"

“……”

"Why do you think that?"

Conrad turned his head to look at Sevita, who was staring straight at him, and Sevita rightfully gave him a confused look.

"In the legend of you, your way of dealing with any offender is to kill them, then skin them and hang them on the minarets: I have never heard of you having a second way of dealing with them."

“……”

“……”

Conrad's head twisted back.

He coughed loudly twice, and for a moment he had nothing to say, and an inexplicable embarrassment was highlighted in the invincible back of the genetic prototype.

For the next ten seconds, Conrad didn't speak, as if he couldn't think of how to explain the change, but the Nostramo boy sitting next to him was keenly aware of something from the actions of the genetic protogen.

He asked.

"Is it because of your experience in the heavens, Midnight Spirit? Your experience in heaven made you decide not to kill all the perpetrators anymore, but to give some forgiveness based on their crimes? ”

"That's called a proper punishment."

Midnight Ghost seemed to sigh.

"Not all sins are suitable for the most severe punishment, and the inquisitors who will only sentence the death penalty are no different from executioners and thugs: this is what I realized in the galaxy, and I will bring this change to the whole of Nostramo."

At this, the genogen even paused, and he turned his head to look at the Raven Prince, who was staring at him.

"Can you understand that?"

“……”

Sevita was silent for a moment.

Then, he shook his head honestly.

"I can't."

His voice was loud.

"From a very young age, I seldom understood the emotions or desires of others: I was not accustomed to dealing with anyone with a judgmental attitude, and when I killed others, it was only because I needed to kill them."

“……”

"But ......"

The boy turned to his idol and smiled at the god in his heart.

"Midnight Wraith, if you really want to give Nostramo any change, then please give this hopeless land: I may not understand what you are hiding behind it. But I'm going to do it 100 percent without the slightest mistake. ”

"I'm sure you can't be wrong, Midnight Ghost."

"And as long as I can execute your ideas in the best way possible, then I can't be wrong."

“……”

Greeting the boy's smile, the Midnight Ghost smiled as well.

"Don't you want to have your own thoughts, Sevita?"

“……”

The boy seemed stunned for a moment, and he thought about Conrad's question.

Then his voice disappeared into the noisy night of Nostramo.

"Of course I do."

"But I'm very sure that now I can't produce the right views in the face of many problems, so what I need to do is to take on the things that I can bear, and for those things that I can't afford, don't point fingers at will, express opinions, and do my best to implement them."

"What if you have to do something that is beyond your means?"

“……”

The boy laughed, and his laughter was so hoarse.

"So."

"I can only fight for my rotten life."

I don't have enough time, write so much first, and I'll solve the Nostramo thing in two copies

There may be another update in the middle of the night, but don't wait, I'm not sure when I'll be able to write it

(End of chapter)