"Look, who are those guys?"

"It should come from the forces that forged the world of Corinth: I know the emblem."

"That'...... And the one opposite them? ”

"That bright orange robe, at a glance, you know that it is the mechanical sage who forged the world of Reza."

“…… They're supposed to be allies, right? ”

“…… Theoretically, both of these casting worlds are here to help us fight. ”

"That'...... Why are they firing at each other? ”

“……”

"Do you see what is in the middle ground between the two groups of them?"

"See, it's a pile of Dark Mechanic corpses, it looks like they've been caught between the two Casting World armies: next to the corpse there's a whole bunch of equipment I've never seen before, probably not the technology that the Empire has."

"Hmm...... I guess that's why. ”

——————

The flames that fell like raindrops, dotted the rugged metal surface of the [Predator's Furnace], the splattered fuel and the weapons that fell with the corpses, could stir up a large area of red lotus on this noisy battlefield at any time and place: when the fire ignited, the screams filled the land, and in the screams, the army of the Empire came out of the thick black fog of thick smoke.

One after another, the double-headed eagle emblem used itself as a weapon to shatter the void shield on the surface of Ulan Huda, and in the middle of them were countless drop pods and assault boats: although a considerable number of them were reduced to wreckage in the sky under the dense anti-aircraft fire net, a large number of warriors and their warships fell to the surface with them, opening the second phase of the war.

Warriors loyal to the Lord of Humanity poured out of their ruined warships, and behind them were countless dead comrades: swept in the chaos of the collision, surrounded by raging fires, consumed in the crevices of the heretical world......

Within the first minute of landing alone, the death toll had surpassed five figures, but there were still twenty times as many troops rushing towards the core hub of the Predator Furnace.

Among them were Conrad, who was the genetic protogen, and some of his most loyal and reckless heirs: Enric, Zarost, and a dozen companies of the Midnight Lords followed in their father's footsteps, their dark armor leaving traces of the Eighth Legion in the cannon fire that would light up the sky.

With the exception of a few lucky ones who can follow the Primordial on the Nightfall, the vast majority of the Midnight Lords have to focus on finding their father's footsteps, following the path that the Midnight Wraith once walked, harvesting the enemies that survived the claws of the Primordial.

As for the Mecha armies, Conrad's sons chose to ignore them: they had no interest in cooperating with the Mechnia who had also landed on the surface, and they knew that they could not command the [allies] at all.

After all, before reuniting with their genetic father, the Eighth Legion was arguably the most miserable of all the Astarte Legions: their reputation for brutality and blood cult made every Forge World reluctant to cooperate deeply with this legion and form stable alliances, and naturally there was no [origin] to talk about.

Originally, this terrible situation was not an embarrassing fact, after all, the Eighth Legion still had such difficult brothers as the Second Legion, or the Ninth Legion, and they could comfort themselves a little: but as these old brothers met the best primordial body one after another, they happily turned over, and for a while, only Conrad's heirs were still embarrassed to stay in the original depression, alone, and even the replenishment of heavy equipment seemed quite difficult.

Against this backdrop, the veterans of the Eighth Legion naturally had no idea about [joint operations], and the Omnisaiah believers from various casting worlds were also happy to see the Midnight Lords pass through.

These Robina bosses have no intention of cooperating with each other, let alone these notorious legions of executioners: it's just that many of the highest-ranking and most well-informed Omnisaiah followers are quietly adjusting their attitudes.

As for the reason, of course, it is thanks to a certain Lord of Avalon: before the forces of the Mechanicus marched to the battlefield, Morgan explained to them the wealth on Ulan Huda and the idea of "whoever gets it is whoever, and the Dawnbreaker Legion just needs a backup" before the forces of the Mechanicus God marched to the battlefield.

Privately, though, Morgan contacted the most submissive foundry worlds with whom she had first collaborated, revealing to them the immense wealth of his brother Conrad: the entire surface of Nostramo, the home planet of the Midnight Ghost, and even a few kilometers underground, was made of the purest pure pure gold.

No one knows why, and no one cares why: the wealth is there, and the real wealth is the most important thing.

As for the value of this material, let's put it this way, the most noble building in the entire human empire, the main entrance of the Imperial Palace on the Holy Terra, that is, the [Eternal Gate] used to commemorate the greatest heroes, and the most glorious place in the whole galaxy, is made of pure gold.

Therefore, when the Spider Empress personally affirmed the existence of an entire Adamantite World in front of everyone, the Furnace Lords or Great Sages knew that it was time for them to change their overall attitude towards the Eighth Legion: before that, because the reputation of the Sons of Conrad was too bad, and the value contained in them was too scarce, the bigwigs of the Forge World naturally did not bother to take care of this legion.

But from now on, even if the Eighth Legion, under the leadership of Conrad, becomes the craziest and most terrifying madman in the universe, the great sages will think carefully about how to cooperate with this group of madmen: what is the so-called fame in the face of the real resource wealth of pure gold?

In this way, under the guidance of the philosophy of pragmatism, the various casting worlds that formed the [Far Eastern Industrial Complex] together with Morgan unanimously acquiesced to the proposal of the genetic prototype: Morgan's Nostramo blood relatives will use the pure gold resources on their home planet and the endless wealth they have cultivated in the edge of the ghoul stars in the future as bargaining chips to join the rising Far Eastern Industrial Complex and become the most important resource supplier in the Far Eastern Frontier.

This is the gift that the Lord of Avalon has prepared to celebrate his reunion with the Legion to his blood relatives: the Midnight Lord Legion has been asking for directions, but has never been able to find a casting world willing to cooperate with them, and such a situation will never arise again, and Conrad's heirs will enjoy the same huge production capacity from at least seven foundry worlds in the entire Far Eastern industrial complex, as Morgan's sons do.

Although the Midnight Lords certainly don't have the same priority in acquiring equipment as Morgan's own son, the Daybreaker, according to the precise calculations of the various Foundry World Bosses: just investing the resources in the hands of the Midnight Lords Legion into the furnace of the industrial complex is enough to make the Eighth Legion the wealthier of the many legions.

In other words: you can't compare to the Iron Hand, but it's not a big problem to compare it to the Iron Warrior.

As for this, this equipment abundance seems to have come at the cost of [the Eighth Legion was incorporated into the system of the Far Eastern Frontier, thus losing some of its autonomy]: since Conrad himself didn't care about this problem, the Foundry World didn't bother to worry about the Eighth Legion.

Given the time, it would be better to think about how to snatch the resource quota in the rich mining area of the Ghoul Stars: given the absolute strength of the Eighth Legion in this area, it seems like a very good idea to establish a relationship with this Midnight Ghost, or his heirs, in advance?

Thoughts like this naturally appeared in the thinking logic of the great sages of the Mechanic Sect, so that in addition to the melee, they did not forget to carefully look at the Midnight Lords who were good enough to keep up with the footsteps of the original body, and among them, they chose those who were worth investing in and would become the new stars of tomorrow who would become the big names of the Legion.

Of course, the Midnight Lords were basically unaware of the careful thinking of these mechanical masters: the Eighth Legion was not good at frontal combat, or large-scale armored confrontation, and the only organization they had disappeared after the moment they landed, which forced the various company commanders under Conrad's command to lead their teams and grope their way forward on the bloody battlefield.

Led by elite company commanders like Anrik or Zarost, the Midnight Lords who landed on the surface were divided into several groups of hundreds or thousands of men, a style they were accustomed to: however, the Terra veterans soon discovered how stupid their knee-jerk battle cluster structure was when facing an opponent like Ulanhuda, who had no blood or tears, and who didn't know what fear was.

Not to mention, right next to the Midnight Lords, the Omnisaiah believers from various casting worlds have long since abandoned their little caution and conservative ideas when facing those heretics who have turned their backs on the cult of the Mechanicus, and by the way, they have thrown all the weapons that could only be suppressed in the shadows into the battlefield.

Of course, because the battle has already been carried out on the ground, those real [big guys] cannot come in handy, but those small and exquisite [light weapons] can still make the ordinary midnight lords break out in a cold sweat.

The Great Sage from the Forge World of Gulgrad was the first to lose patience and began to use his [Pure Land Device]: an unknown device that first partially froze time and then annihilated all space, clearing the surface of Ulan Huda with a [Pure Land] the size of a nest, so that the knight families loyal to Gulgrad could land on the ground.

These unnamed, number-numbered knight mechs are the most reliable warriors: though no trace of life has ever been detected in their massive mechs.

Immediately afterwards, the Great Sage of Creatures from the main planet of the Casting World Berus invited their [Hippocrates], which was sacrificed by tens of thousands of servants after eating three captured flesh drones from Ulan Huda, so that it had enough energy to release its creations to the steel sky of the entire Ulan Huda.

Tens of millions of flesh-based drones fought in the sky, and within fifteen minutes of the virus evaporating, they turned into fishy foam, only their metal mounts fell from the sky because they lost their control, like a meteor shower in too haste.

Tigrus, the closest foundry world to Avalon, is much more low-key than his peers, and their Grand Sage has only sent out hundreds of specially modified Falcon gunboats: no one knows what kind of special modification these already powerful Aerial Reapers, except that when the Tigrus Sages call these weapons, they use the codename "Titan Slayer".

At the same time, other casting worlds are also using their own means to make this war more lively: the casting sages from Locksar Nine extracted the energy of nearby stars and used unknown means to carry out an electromagnetic storm that swept the entire planet, paralyzing the command system of Ulan Huda, while the vanguard of the casting world Corinth is an elite cathar that spans the entire horizon and can not only advance at the same time, shoot at the same time, but even breathe consistently. The priests of Corinth insisted that it was the culmination of decades of hard training.

But even so, the Predator Forge still did not fall into complete disadvantage, and was still able to put up a ferocious resistance: the super-giant light spear turrets that were originally used to cut the world adjusted their angles, and groups of cathars disappeared in the ferocious artillery fire; Kilometers of ground armor highlighted the labyrinth that rose from the ground, and the elite team led by the mechanical sage himself quietly lost all traces after stepping into the labyrinth; The first Imperial knights to enter this hell were all killed within the first half hour of the battle, and many of them quickly rose to their feet and became Ulan Huda's new minions.

Chaos, stalemate, dogtooth intertwining: this is the battlefield that the Midnight Lords face, as they march in a collision of destruction like Ragnarok against fearsome adversaries from the darkness of the extraterrestrial.

As for their allies......

It seems to be a little more terrifying than the opponent.

……

"How, have you found any traces of the original genogen?"

Enric Barbatos leaned against the half-corroded wall of the acid, gasping for air, three monstrous heads of the Dark Mecha hanging from his waist, the most meaningful opponent he had taken down in the previous hour.

"Wait a little longer......"

At Enric's side, Fell-Zaroste closed his eyes and let his will be in danger in a purgatory filled with endless wails: the two of them, each leading their respective companies, met each other in a difficult battle, and of course formed a much larger battle group, and now, they were probably the closest team to the original in the assault.

But despite this, there will always be scenes of the Mechonists and the Dark Mechists fighting each other in front of them: no one knows where the battle line is going, because everyone is fighting on their own, and countless Mechanics wielding forbidden weapons in their hands have naturally hung up any communication that tries to send them to other regions for support operations on the grounds that their communications have been disrupted, and their location, their achievements, and even whether they live or die are all a mess.

Chaos seems to be the only theme at the moment.

The only thing that is certain is that there are more and more lands planted with the double-headed eagle banner, and Ulan Huda's resistance is becoming more and more exhausted.

“……”

"I found him!"

Just a second before Enric was about to lose all his patience, Zaroste's delightful voice cleared the air: the elite think tank's finger pointed to the foundry in the distance, which stood as tall as a nest: it was a crazy building that was visible to the naked eye, like a maze of madness, it was not even affected by the surrounding war, it was like a giant beast on the plain, and it was depressing.

"The original body is there, and there aren't many guards around him!"

Zaroste's brow furrowed, and he remembered that the corpses of the battle brothers he had seen along the way, both in number and form, were enough to prove the tragedy of the battle: obviously, there were not many of the battle brothers who had come down from the [Nightfall] and fought side by side with the original body.

But at this moment, no one cares whether this is a cleansing or not, because the situation in which the gene is embodied is more dangerous than any of his offspring.

And what's even worse......

"It's not just the primordial in there."

The face of the think tank was gloomy.

"I sensed something else: dry and crazy, creepy."

"The witch of Salamas?"

Enric's face was equally gloomy, and he recalled the information he had read before he set out: the witch of Salamas, the ruler of Ulanhuda, an immeasurable dark sage from the ancient Mechanics, who had used heretical technology to trap herself in the line between life and death, driving a group of fallen freaks known as the Arax Automaton.

In front of such a monster......

The Midnight Lord's brow furrowed.

"We have to pick up the pace."

He looked up at the foundry that had been designated its final destination: while the dark structure was large enough to be seen with the naked eye, it was actually very far away from them, far beyond the horizon.

"Are you sure there aren't many enemies along this path, Zarost?"

"At the moment, I haven't detected a lot of biological information: strange as it is, there really aren't many enemies on the road ahead, maybe they're negligent?"

Before he could finish speaking, a brutal roar that reached into the sky brutally interrupted the Midnight Lord's response, and Enric pricked up his ears and listened, his face as pale as the skin of his genetic father.

"I think I know why there are no more opponents on this important road."

“…… What! ”

"You've shown me clearly!"

Eric gritted his teeth, grabbed Zaroste by the hair, and pointed to the darkness on the horizon: a monstrous beast was leading its tide, thunderous footsteps crushing everything in its path.

"Titans! That's a Titan! We're on our way to fucking the Titans! ”

"Do you remember! Intelligence! The Titan Legion of Ulan Huda! Void Ghost! ”

“……”

At that moment, Zarost's face was even paler than Anrique's.

"Coming at us?"

“…… I don't know, Zarost, how many of them you probe. ”

"Wait a minute......"

Think Tank closed his eyes again, and it wasn't until the roar of the earth was enough to make everyone's bones ache that Zaroste opened his eyes with a melancholy face.

"At least one hundred and fifty units, and maybe more: the standard Legion of Top Titans."

"That's good."

Enric breathed a sigh of relief.

"Certainly not for us: with our team of three or four hundred people, we don't need such a big battle."

"Then we ......"

"Withdraw! Change the path! ”

The Midnight Lord gritted his teeth: although he wanted to rush in front of the genetic prototype in the next second, he would not be stupid enough to lead the hundreds of troops in his hands and attack an advancing Titan army head-on.

"Such a big battle, it's impossible for the group of oil guys behind us not to hear it, let them deal with these Titans, let's choose a path on the edge of the battlefield and reach the side of the original body as soon as possible, the original body needs us now."

"Listen to you."

In this way, the Midnight Lords abandoned their hard-won positions and retreated in the midst of the earth's shaking: and, as Enric had predicted, they had not gone far before they were confronted by an extremely large cathar army, surrounded by a huge weapon of war that Enric did not recognize, or even dared to identify.

General cannon?

Maybe it's the name.

The heavily armed sage stood above the weapons of war. Nodding kindly to Conrad's heirs, the Midnight Lord observed the army walking beside him with a scrutinizing gaze, and then he couldn't help but sigh to the fighting brothers behind him.

"Look at these oil guys: I don't like the smell of gears on them, but I have to admit that these guys really dare to start a head-on confrontation with an enemy Titan legion with a group of brainless cathars and messy war machines."

"How fearless."

The Midnight Lord shook his head and sighed.

And where he couldn't see, the Great Sage also withdrew his gaze, and turned his head to see his most trusted deputy.

"Look at these Midnight Lords: as much as I don't like their crudely modified flesh, I have to admit that they were able to evacuate the battlefield and give us all the loot when faced with an entire army of Ghost Titans, hundreds of god-machines with completely unknown technology."

"How selfless."

The Great Sage shook his head and sighed.

——————

"We've really met good people." ”

——————

"Seriously, Enric."

Just as the Midnight Lord's party was about to touch the side of the foundry, Zaroster, who had been following Enric, suddenly patted his battle brother on the shoulder.

"I have an idea."

“…… Say, Zaros. ”

"You say ......"

The think tank raised its head and glanced at the steel sky, which had been completely blackened by the smoke of gunpowder.

"You said: Is there something wrong with the fighting style we insisted on before?"

“……”

Enric looked back and looked.

"Why do you think that?"

"Why don't I think so?"

Zarost sighed.

"Look at the way we came: whether in the void or on the ground battlefield, we can't intervene at all, we can only watch those Mechanics and Dark Mechanics go toe-to-toe, our original body is threatened in front of us, but we don't even have the strength to assemble an army of sufficient size to help him."

"Until then, we had been sticking to squad combat and terror tactics, but both of these tactics had failed in this battle: and we didn't have anything to do with anything other than these two tactics, and who knows if we would encounter such an enemy in the future?"

“…… What do you mean......"

"Maybe, Enric: I mean, maybe we need something to change."

"Become like those Mechanics?"

"No need: we can't even fight a head-on battle, can we?"

“……”

"Do you all think so?"

Beyond Zarost, Enric looked further behind: the discussion between the two of them was not quiet, and the elite veterans of the Eighth Legion who had come all the way from Divine Terra behind him could naturally hear it clearly.

In response to Enric, there was a long silence, but the tacit understanding between them made Enric clear that this was acquiescence.

“……”

Conrad's son licked his lips, remembering the desperation and helplessness of his ship a few hours ago when his ship was blocked on the outskirts of the battlefield by the Mechanicus fleet, and the caution he had taken to lead his team around the main battlefield where the apocalypse was rampant, and the Father of Genes who had been rushing to the front but they couldn't help him.

……

Since the establishment of the Eighth Legion, when has it ever been so aggrieved?

“……”

The Midnight Lord's reflections ended with a long sigh.

"Let's wait: when this battle is over, let's speak to the Primordials together."

“…… Enric, do you think the rest of the fighting brothers will support us? ”

“……”

"Yes, Zarost."

"No one would want to do it again, a war like this."

"There's no doubt that we need to change."

"Whether that's what the genoplasm wants to tell us or not."

"We all need change."

“……”

"But until then, we still have to get the job done."

"Look ahead, brother: at the very least, we'll be the first to reach the Primordial."

——————

“……”

"We don't seem to be the first ......"

"Shut up!"

……

Breaking through thousands of encirclements, going through many hardships, and then on the front lines of the war, seeing the father of genes standing on a high platform: this is undoubtedly something that will make every Astarte feel excited.

But beside the father of genes, there is a forerunner, which inevitably makes the hearts of the two company commanders a little hazy, but what makes them care more is the identity of this forerunner: when he left the original body and walked towards the two company commanders, Enric and Zaroste recognized at a glance who it was.

"Sevita?!" ”

Enric's voice was a little distorted, of course he knew this Legion Rising Star, after all, it was him and Zarost, in the ruins of the Nostramo wreckage, who personally excavated the good seedling of Sevita and brought him to the selection site of the Legion recruits: although they did not pay attention to the news of Sevita after that, both of them believed that this little guy could definitely become the hope of the future of the Eighth Legion.

Like the one Sigismund they had missed.

Merely......

Isn't that a little too early in coming?

"Why are you here, Sevita: where is your company?"

Zaroste glanced at the genetic protogens that stood quietly on the tower, unaware of what they were waiting for, and then at Sevita who came to their side: the Legion's Nova was covered in blood and scars, but none of it looked like his own, and it was clear that Sevita had fought all the way here, and he had come even faster than the two elite company commanders, Anrique and Zaroster.

"Scattered."

Sevita's face was as usual, as if he were talking about a group of passing strangers who had nothing to do with him, and spoke of the fate of the company.

"As soon as I landed, I encountered an attack by the enemy's elite troops, and the company commander was killed, and the squad leaders were either dead or disabled. The entire company was scattered by the enemy directly in a head-on confrontation: I could not even find a single person who could walk with me. ”

“……”

Enric raised an eyebrow, and he suddenly realized an extremely terrifying possibility.

"So, how did you get here?"

"By feeling: I think I should go this way, and I'm here."

Sevita spread her hands.

“…… No. ”

"I'm asking you, boy: how did you get all the way here?"

Enric stared at the recruit in front of him, who was neither missing an arm nor a broken leg, and then remembered the dozen or so Terra veterans he had lost on his way here, and he suddenly felt a toothache.

“…… That's it. ”

Sevita seemed to feel a little confused by the question of his predecessors, he tilted his head, and after thinking for a long time, he couldn't explain clearly, how did he kill here?

"Take my weapon, go in this direction with your senses, kill whoever you see, and if you can't beat it, you go around the road: when I'm almost tired, I see the Midnight Ghost and his guards."

“……”

“……”

The two company commanders glanced at each other and looked at each other's scarred bodies.

What kind of monster did they pick up on the Nostramo?

"And then, the Primordial made you stand by his side?"

"Midnight Ghost talked to me for a while, and he asked me to tell you to rest and recuperate: he was going to wait until more follow-up troops arrived before launching a decapitation operation against the Salamath witch, and before, Midnight Ghost had a brief confrontation with that guy, and although she ran away, the witch didn't dare to come out again for a while."

"The Midnight Ghost has blocked her."

"Okay......"

Although he was a little dissatisfied with Sevita's call for [Midnight Ghost], the two company commanders didn't say anything, and Enric nodded and gave orders to his team to make repairs, but immediately after, he turned around and leaned next to Sevita, and lowered his voice.

"Tell me, Sevita: What did Lord Primordial tell you?"

“……”

Sevita was silent, glancing at her senior: for some reason, those calm pupils made Enric feel a kind of fear, a fear born of the absolute disparity in strength.

Sevita opened her mouth.

"Secret."

“……”

"Secret?!"

——————

"Yes, secret."

"That's what I said to them, Sevita."

The Midnight Wraith leaned against the edge of the platform with his legs crossed, his armor still bearing the blood and dust of the last battle, the spoils of the Salamas Witch: the supreme ruler of Ulanhuda could not be called alive at all, a mortal soul trapped in a giant biomechanical horror center with claws and baroque armor.

Despite the Midnight Wraith Formation, there were still more than fifty Midnight Lords in the last battle. In order to eliminate the Salamath Witch and the Praetorian Guards around her, he paid with his life.

But their sacrifice was worth it: the supreme ruler of Ulan Huda was trapped in the workshop by the forces of the Genoplasm, losing macro control over the entire Predator Furnace, leading to the total collapse of Ulan Huda on the entire front.

Countless Imperial armies are heading here, and once they have enough troops again, the Gene Prototype will be able to gracefully strangle the terrified Salamas Witch and the automaton robots.

It's just that the first reinforcement that the original body waited for was Sevita: no matter how powerful this legion star is, he can't exist as a decisive reinforcement alone, but Conrad is happy to have a good chat with his heir in the more waiting time.

"Midnight Wraith, you mean: these intentions can never be revealed?"

Sevita stood behind Conrad and lowered her voice.

"Just like you just told me: you have actually communicated privately with those highest-ranking Casting World Great Sages long before the war began, and although the battle situation on the ground is a mess, you can always know the overall situation of the entire Ulan Huda through those mechanical god cult ships that stay in low earth orbit."

"No matter how chaotic it is: the battle is always in your hands."

"It's a basic literacy, Sevita."

The Midnight King of Nostramo gracefully washes his paws.

"I'm handing over the battlefield to the Mechonists, because they're the best option against Ulanhuda; I have left you free to play in order to make my sons aware of how vulnerable the tactics of the Legion are on the wider battlefield; I led a small force to the front line because my mission was to trap the Salamas Witch with my powerful fighting power and prevent it from commanding the forces of Ulan Huda in an orderly resistance. ”

"Everyone has their own mission: the Mechanics teach to annihilate the enemy, the Midnight Lord is to reflect on the lack of reflection, and my mission is to decapitate the leader of the enemy army, and once I recognize this, it is natural to manipulate the whole situation."

"If you want to win a war, or go one step further and make some small moves while winning the war: then mastering the overall situation is one thing you have to do well, and in many cases, as long as you learn to mobilize enough resources and contact enough people, it is not difficult to control the situation of the war."

"You're going to learn that, Sevita, and you'll use it later."

“……”

Sevita was silent for a moment.

"What do you mean by this: get rid of the people you don't like?"

"Not exactly."

The Primordial shook his head, his finger running over the bodies of the Midnight Lords who were on guard in the distance: those were the Guards who had followed the Primitives since the Nightfall, and the survivors of the brutal battle, whose numbers had fallen from four to three digits after a furious battle with Conrad.

"Listen, Sevita."

"The most satisfying people in the Legion have already stayed in Nostramo, and they will have to wait a while before they return, and those who do not satisfy me have indeed been incorporated into my personal guards in this battle, but not all: there are still some who are fighting on other fronts, and there are some in my personal guard that I am happy with."

“…… Why? ”

"It's not the result of selection."

The original man smiled.

"I draw lots to decide who will be my personal guard, but because there are a lot of people who don't like me, I always pick the right targets: moreover, I didn't plan to do it all in the first place."

The genetic's words made Sevita think for a moment, but he still didn't grasp the mystery.

"What do you mean......"

"Sevita: How do you think this war is fought?"

“…… Aggrieved. ”

"yes, it's all aggrieved."

Conrad nodded.

"So, when I'm over at Ulaanhuda, tell them I'm going to take them to the next war, a war without any Mechonism: what choice do you think they'll make?"

“……”

"You know, there are countless sister sprites who have followed the Predator Forge to the Salamas Star Zone: whether it's the mutated Toruk barbarians, psychic wizards, or the hybrid alliance of humans and aliens, we need to clean them up one by one, right, Ulan Huda will not be the first time I have fought side by side with the Eighth Legion, the whole Salamas Expedition is."

"And in each of the hard battles of this Sallamas expedition, I will randomly adjust my personal guards: sacrifice a few men in this battle, a few more in that battle, and when the whole expedition is over, when the eyes are on the Eighth Legion again, they will find that the recalcitrant ones are gone."

“……”

"How can you be sure that the results of the draw will definitely include those who do not satisfy you."

"Because ......"

Conrad grinned.

"I've seen it."

“……”

Sevita was silent for a moment.

"And then, what are you going to do?"

"Then ......"

The original body leaned back.

"At the end of this Salamas expedition, I will leave the Far Eastern frontier with Morgan for a not pleasant, but very important, visit: after the visit, I will have the confidence and confidence to reshape the whole Midnight Lords' Legion."

"It's going to be a long time, Sevita: maybe it's going to take me ten years."

“……”

"Who are you going to visit?"

"Ah, an old acquaintance of mine."

Conrad's eyebrows furrowed, and his smile became sharp and sinister.

"A man who lives a good life, is pretentious, innocent, claims to be the king, two-faced, greedy, ambitious, and likes to point fingers, show off himself, lead by example, but is so weak that he is touching, and always late for work, but always gets the biggest head when distributing benefits."

“……”

"That's ...... A bastard? ”

“…… Right. ”

"He's an admirable bastard."

“……”

"He's unfaithful."

"He's greedy."

"His methods are disgusting......"

“……”

"But his will."

"But his faith."

"What the fuck."

"Makes me feel ashamed."

(End of chapter)