"Father, it's me, I'm Sevita, we're here."

"Yes, our aircraft landed six hours ago, and as you commanded, did not alarm anyone on the ground: the whole of Furkyeria is plagued by a counterinsurgency war, and no one will look at the sky at all."

"We have determined the location of the mission, the rebel army razed a local city called [Hozan] to the ground only three weeks ago, and they did not leave a single living mouth, both nobles and commoners, all of them were slaughtered by this army, and finally the entire city was burned: therefore, they do not have a good reputation in this world, and people call them thugs and bandits, or simply call them [City Eaters]."

"Plus, it's said they've done it all in just one Nukeriyah day: about thirty-one Terra standard hours if converted to Holy Terra time."

"However, this also caused a lot of trouble for the City Eaters, after they slaughtered Hawthorne, the local ruling class of the angry Kyria, calling themselves the [High Riders], began to mobilize all their military forces to strangle the City Eaters once and for all: according to the latest information we have gathered, the regular armies, mercenaries, and militias of the entire world have been mobilized, and the High Riders have recruited, purchased, or threatened all the forces they can find."

"Four days ago, the Eaters had been forced into a barren snow-capped mountain with a cliff, and it was winter, and they had no supplies there: it is said that when they first started their army, there were hundreds of gladiators, and they were reduced in the middle, but there was no new blood to replenish the ranks, and before they entered the snowy mountain, there were less than sixty."

"All the armies of the High Riders are gathering towards this snowy mountain, and I have witnessed their military might, and I have also seen the clashes between the High Riders and the City Eaters: according to my personal estimates, these rebels may not hold out for the next week, they have been driven to the end of the road, and it is only these high riders who fear their death throes that have dragged this war until now."

"Yes, father, we are now next to this snow-capped mountain, on a hill, and at the end of our vision is the large camp of the high-ranking riders: I am directing the team to set up a makeshift camp and observation post, while Naraka and Tovatol have entered the mountain and taken a few city eaters with you, according to your orders."

"Don't worry, father, I've told them to be careful: Naraka and Tovator are both trustworthy fighting brothers, and they've brought a few more to make sure nothing goes wrong."

“……”

"Wait, father."

"I've seen them: all of them are still there, and they're still carrying four ......"

"Huh?"

“…… Wait, Father, wait here for a moment. ”

#嘈杂的频道切换#

"Narakka, can you hear the voice? Naraka? I'm Sevita. ”

"Again, I'm Sevita."

"Who's behind you?"

#突然想起的嘈杂尖叫, with cursing voices #

#塞维塔的呼吸声: Getting more and more nervous, getting more and more sharp#

#不安的沉默#

“…… Grass! ”

"What the fuck is that!"

"Narakka, can you hear me?"

"Naraka, I'm Sevita."

"Listen to me: throw stuff, I mean give me the fucking stuff on your shoulder, I don't know what's behind you, but he's about to catch up with you! Hurry up and get rid of it! ”

"Run! Give me a fucking run! ”

"Don't look back! Don't look back! Come on! Run, all of you! ”

"Fucking threw those guys! We'll pick it up later, don't run as planned! Run in the direction of the advanced riders! Lead him there, and you will flee while there is chaos...... Wait, I'm going to pick you up now. ”

#极为遥远的咆哮声#

"Grass!"

"Narakka, didn't you fucking hear me? I'm going to tell you to throw your stuff away, and you guys hurry up and run back for me! That guy will chase ...... later."

"! What's that! What did he lift? ”

“……”

"Tanks? Ha?! ”

"Grass! Come on! Come on! Come on! ”

"What the is that!!"

"Narakka! Run! Run the fuck for me! ”

#嘈杂的电流声#

#重物坠地. Iron boots trampling, whistles and foul language for emergency assembly#

#声音渐行渐远#

#可怖的咆哮#

＃…… Silence#

#单调的电流声#

……

#无信息#

——————

【……】

“……”

[So ......]

[What is the final fate of Sevita's team: with the importance you attach to him, you can't really just throw him into such a dangerous place without any certainty. 】

"You don't have to worry about that."

The Midnight Ghost leaned back in his chair with a grin, his waist gravity resting on the armrest on his left side, one foot on the other, his left arm supporting his head and long hair, and his free right hand playing with the infamous Dark Age relic with interest.

"The one you're listening to now is the voice message that Sevita sent me six hours ago, and then, two hours ago, he sent me another one to report to me that they were safe: the team was all alive, not only had they evacuated to a safer area, but they even had the strength to take the four City Eaters."

[They got rid of Angelant?] 】

"They led Angron to the camp of the high riders: our brother has slain the slave owners' armies, but he has lost the opportunity to track down my heirs."

"You don't need to worry about my trusty Raven Prince, sister: no matter what future it is, Sevita, or even everyone in this squad, their fate has not ended in Angry Kyria."

Conrad smiled mockingly.

"I didn't even tell them what was going on on the Furious Kyria, or that our brother was up there: I just revealed to the fighters in the lead that they might encounter an opponent [of my rank]."

[This revelation of yours is useless judging from the results. 】

"Who knows."

The Primitor shook his head.

"After all, fate is forbidden knowledge: the more you know, the more you will suffer from it."

[The latest insights? 】

Morgan snorted.

"It's been around for a long time."

Conrad licked his lips and withdrew his arm in these exclamations, no longer playing with the relic in his hand, but resting it against his sharp chin in a moment of contemplation.

"But it wasn't until recently that I figured it out."

“……”

"This thing smells weird."

The Midnight Ghost frowned, and the words in his voice changed from deep feeling to strange sharpness: before the sarcasm could land, the slender arm of the genogen had already thrown the thing in his palm onto the table in front of Morgan, ping pong.

Take a closer look: the artificial creature shows a dangerous sharp light, but beneath the ferocious exterior is extremely delicate metal flesh and bones, dozens of smooth tendrils of black agent that are by no means organic, intertwined with each other, telling an indescribable ugliness and madness.

[Butcher's Nail: Of course it smells terrible.] 】

Morgan's thin lips curled up slightly, revealing a tired smile.

[However, it is also a legacy of the Dark Ages, don't be fooled by its appearance and function, Conrad: After so many years of research, I have found that this little thing is far from being as simple as it seems. 】

The original leaned forward, her fingers picking up the butcher nail discarded by Conrad, grasping it in her palm and shaking it.

[My Mechanicus friends in Reza, Corinth, and Tigrus have helped me study this gadget: they say that, according to the Cult of Mechanica, this butcher nail is also known as the Driller, and its kind can even be placed in the secret cellars of Mars, and belongs to the kind of sacred relics that the followers of Omnisiah dare not play with from afar. 】

[What's more: this butcher's nail on Nukeria is even more elaborate than the ones preserved on Mars, and our brother has really been bloody.] 】

"I'm not surprised by that."

Conrad sniffed, his brow like a gentle hill.

"I'm more curious about the other thing: you actually study the Butcher's Spike?"

[It's just a hobby.] 】

Morgan laughed.

[I like to study these weird little things as a way to decompress: don't look at the fact that I've been getting this butcher's nail for ten years, but it's only been a few months since I started to study it in earnest.] 】

[After all, in my mind, there are more terrible things than this thing: don't forget how many filthy souls from the Comoros I have devoured, and the basic technology carried in their brains is far from being comparable to the butcher's nail. 】

[With the help of these scraps from the Comoros: I've pretty much learned the butcher's nail technique: after all, it's just a small object.] 】

The original pursed its lips, delicately playing with the relic from the Dark Ages.

[It's not difficult to build it, and it's not impossible to transform it, but if Angeland is really deeply embedded in the brain by the butcher's nail as you said, then I can't take the nail out.] 】

"I'm afraid the emperor will be disappointed."

Conrad smiled unsurprised.

"There's no way around it?"

【……】

[It's not completely without ......]

Morgan's voice was low: very low, as if she was completely unconfident about what she was going to say next.

The Midnight Wraith just looked at his sister in silence: silent, and expectant, with an inexplicable trust in his pupils that outweighed the Spider Queen's confidence in herself.

"So, you have a way."

This is an affirmative sentence.

[I can only try it.] 】

After a long silence, Morgan chose to let out a long sigh: she took a note from the Virgo who was beside her, quickly scribbled a line of words on it, and then shoved it into the Midnight Ghost's hand.

[Based on the voyage, you'll have plenty of time to help me finish this on paper before we get to that damn Nukeria, Conrad: You'll do it for me as soon as the conversation is over.] 】

"You called me here for this?"

[Otherwise? 】

"What a rude......

Conrad was amazed, and he casually glanced at the contents of the note.

"Hmm...... What does this have to do with them? ”

[Let you go.] 】

"Okay, okay...... But ......"

"How can I be sure they're going to be in the place you marked."

[Killiman has sent me a map of all the attacked galaxies in this region in the recent past, and I will fax it to you later, with a detailed explanation: These planets are not far apart, and you and your heirs will be in time if you move quickly. 】

“…… All right. ”

"But can you tell me: does this have anything to do with your plans?"

[I can't tell you now.] 】

Morgan shook his head.

[You're only responsible for a small part of this, Conrad: I've delegated a lot more to the others: haven't you noticed that Lord Tarasin, the overlord of the space necromancer, has been missing from my ship for some time?] 】

"He's the second helper?"

[Not a helper: I just made a deal with it, and the price is clearly marked, and it should be departing from its museum right now, on the fastest ship, to catch up with our expeditionary fleet.] 】

[Wait until it arrives to deliver it, and I have the confidence to continue my plan.] 】

"I guess I shouldn't be curious."

Midnight Ghost pursed her lips and smiled.

"Fate is forbidden knowledge: the more you know, the more you will suffer from it."

"I should abide by that as well."

【…… Truly. 】

Morgan was silent and nodded.

“……”

"But in your heart, you're still curious about one thing, right?"

Conrad stared at his sister: he soon noticed something strange about Morgan.

"What do you want me to answer, Morgan?"

[I want to know ......]

The Lord of Avalon didn't twiggle either.

[What about the blood god on the brass throne about Angeland? 】

“…… What? ”

[Does it care about Angrand?] Will you keep him at all costs? 】

“…… Scold! ”

Morgan's question froze Conrad's face for a moment, but soon he answered his sister with a shrill laugh: the laughter itself was the best answer, even without words.

But even so, Conrad bent down, stared into the eyes of the Lord of Avalon, and asked a rhetorical question.

"Think about it, Morgan."

"What is the attitude of the Lord of All Kinds towards Magnus whom he has chosen?"

"Summed up in one word?"

【…… Plaything. 】

Morgan barely hesitated, and her answer was applauded by Conrad.

"That's right, that's right: plaything."

"You can cherish it, you can value it, you can go to great lengths for it, but in essence, it is just a plaything that you have taken by force to satisfy your own bad tastes: isn't the fate of Magnus and Angeland completely controlled the best proof of this?"

"So, why do you think that this blood god is different from the Lord of Change: they are both evil gods, they are all the same bastards in the subspace, if the mutant is to Magnus, let's take care of it, the blood god's attitude towards Angrand, we can know by looking at this thing."

Conrad smiled and snatched the Butcher's Nail from his sister's hand.

"Do you know what it's for?"

[In the Age of Dark Technology, it was used to activate the activation implant of the synth. 】

"That's right."

Conrad nodded.

"Think about it, Morgan, for that blood god who abides by the laws of blood and war, what is the greatest meaning of an original body like Angron to him: not a general, not a chief killer, there is no shortage of these guys under the command of the Brass Throne."

"What the Blood God really lacks is an object to rely on in the mortal world, a guy he can control when he is interested in intervening in the war of the real universe: just like those mortal characters who control in video games."

"It will go to great lengths to get this character, fight monsters and level up, and it will equip this character with the best equipment, but in essence, this character is just a plaything in its eyes: this is Angrand's place in the eyes of the blood god."

"As for the Butcher's Nail, when it was designed, it was used to turn on the switch of synths, and now, it is just the switch used by the blood god to turn on the game character Angelang: when the Brass Throne wants to intervene in the mortal world, it only needs to press this butcher's nail to manipulate its game character [Angrun], just like the humans in the past, as long as they press the Butcher's Nail, they can manipulate those synths."

"That's what Angrand is all about to the Blood God, and all the value of it."

"The Blood God thinks, he is the body of the Blood God Game in the world."

"The Blood God doesn't want to, he's the killer who diligently harvests the skull and blood for the Blood God, driven by the Butcher's Nail: whether he wants to do these things or not."

"Do you think that's important?"

【……】

[It doesn't count.] 】

"So ......"

[So. 】

Morgan laughed.

[It's good for us. 】

(End of chapter)

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