People are governed by emotions.

Carlil knew this—so he expected to duck away when the lamenting baroness Iljana from the Silverwing Carrion lunged at him.

Every move of the latter was expected by him, and there was nothing to say about it, just a specific application of a little observation, and it didn't even need to be explained.

For Carlil, dodging attacks has become an instinct.

Looking at the blade in the baronesse's hand, Carlil thought, another rebel, whose courage is commendable.

However, to no avail.

The ghost raised his hand and pinched her right wrist in an instant, then exerted a force that forced her to let go of her hand and drop the knife. Immediately afterward, he easily broke the hand.

Amid the terrible tooth-aching sound of bones breaking, Carlil shook his head grimly.

"Save your energy. Your family is gone, and the Silverwing Carrion will be a thing of the past after tonight. ”

He was right, and in the past thirty minutes, he had killed seven hundred and twenty-three. They all belong to a terrible name, they wear velvet cloaks, pale faces, and love flesh.

And now, they're all dead, just the last one.

"Do you know what you did?!" The malady roared and got to her feet, the pain of her broken arm not letting her go.

With her left hand, she grabbed the fallen blade and lunged at Karil again, her face contorted and angry to the point of being another creature.

"Of course I do." Carlil replied calmly. "Let your family be history, let you be history...... Or else? ”

He dodged the Baroness's attack sideways, and then kicked her to the ground.

The kick was firmly in her ribs, and the sharp pain of the fracture made her anger subside, and she stayed on the ground for a while, screaming loudly.

The ghost crouched down softly, and blue light was already shining in his eyes. He took a deep breath and forced himself to focus on what was in front of him.

He didn't want to hear the voice from the other side of the veil anymore - time passed, and it began to call him incessantly, pestering, and annoying. And louder and louder, more and more intense.

Carlil thought he could bear it, but ...... He's going to speed things up.

There was still one last family with a name and a surname that had not been destroyed, and the Silverwing Rotting Corpse was not on his list.

They had declined, no longer in power, and had come to them only to solve a question that had been born in his heart for a long time.

Moreover, the accumulation of power has reached a point, and he must settle everything before he reaches this point.

Carlil grabbed the baroness by the hair, and with a rough motion, he lost his patience. Then he said in a cold voice: "Tell me the truth." ”

The Baroness shuddered, her neck tilted back, and her dark eyes lit up with the same cold blue light as Carlil's. Her countenance gradually calmed down, and a terrible apathy began to creep in on it.

She whispered, "What do you want to know?" ”

"Your family's secret—I know that the Silverwing Carrion is passionate about transforming the human body in search of eternal life. You have crossed many taboo boundaries. I want to know, have you ever created creatures with superhuman powers? ”

"Yes." The Baroness replied stiffly. "But they don't live long, and their strength can break down their own bodies."

And so it was.

Any power does have its price.

Carlil closed his eyes and shook his head.

The identity of the ghost was not a secret to him, and he could guess where such a creature came from.

Except for the laboratories of the nobles, where else could it come from? In order to prolong their lives, the nobles of Nostramo were willing to do anything. Nature also includes many terrible experiments.

"Is there a way to extend their lifespan? Or simply exempt from this genetic defect? ”

"There used to be a way."

The Baroness replied with a shudder, her muscles spasming as hundreds of surgically implanted modifications began to vibrate within her body.

The convulsions of flesh and the strange bulges that could be seen everywhere on the body were mad enough to destroy the sanity of some people, but as a first-hand experiencer, the voice of the baroness remained calm, and the contrast was simply chilling.

"Ever?"

"Seventy years ago, an ancestor spent half his life trying to find a solution to this genetic defect...... He did, and he improved the genomes of the test subjects so that they lived longer. ”

"But he ended up going crazy, destroying all the research materials with his own hands, and finally destroying our lab in the explosion."

“......”

Carlil opened his eyes, then closed them again.

A quick blink, a deep, long breath. He quickly calmed himself down, but still couldn't help but clench his fists.

Hopes come so quickly, but so dashed they are so unexpected.

- A one-and-a-half-year-old child was thrown into a bloody vortex by him with high hopes and instilled with the skill of killing by him......

And this kid doesn't even have a name.

He was even dying, and he himself knew nothing about it. He was probably still completing the task he had given him in the cold night.

What have I done?

I want to save the world on my own, but can't I save even a child?

......

No...... Wrong.

Things are still a little strange.

"It can't be."

Carlil whispered, enduring the tumbling emotions in his heart.

"He's only eighteen months old, and how did he survive if your lab was completely destroyed seventy years ago?"

The baroness did not reply, she had lost the ability to speak, and only her lips were still mechanically closing one by one.

"Tell me the truth!"

The ghost roared abruptly, unable to suppress the anger that had evolved from self-reproach in his heart.

He jerked out his hands and grabbed the baroness's head, his eyes blazing with blue light - an instinctive instinct that made his hands begin to turn cold and the power in his body began to surge.

They roared violently, in response to their master's wrath, and rampaged through the spirit and soul of the lady. Then, through the dead eyes of the baroness's distorted face, Carlil saw his own reflection at this moment.

His eyes widened, and in the next moment he realized that he had made a mistake.

Man is governed by emotions, and he knows that. That's what he's always done.

However, it was only in this moment that he forgot to control his emotions - they soon gave him retribution.

From the point where he made contact with the Baroness's head, the power within Carlil's body turned into a substantial blue glow, pouring out of his hands in a furious manner.

There was an eerie murmur all around, and the room that had been lit began to fall into darkness, and the real cold began to spread, almost freezing his own consciousness, and then ......

The curtain that separated him from malice was swept away by the power that belonged to him at this moment.

A thunderous battle cry came from the other end, followed by a low laugh.

Carlil watched all this happen, and wanted to stop it, but there was nothing he could do. The blue light belonged to him at first, but soon it was gone.

In the midst of this low laughter, the blue light changed little by little, like water, and it slowly turned into a scarlet flame, which burst into flames.

Then, something emerged from the darkness.

Where are you?

The thing asked in an indescribable voice, where are you?

Come out – face me and take the credit you deserve.

I feel your anger and I know you want the world to burn......

Come on.....

Strength, Blessing, Blade, Armor......

All of this stuff......

I can give it to you.

Let them repent in the screams! Let the world burn and bring victory with killing!

"I ......," Karil said with a shudder, but he couldn't say the next word.

In the midst of this pain, he remembered what he had said in his own mouth.

If you keep knocking on the gates of hell, then sooner or later, the devil will come to you.

Now, his devil has come.

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Run, run in a hurry.

Midnight Ghost didn't quite understand what this boiling emotion was in his heart, but he had to admit that he was about to be driven crazy by it.

Following what he had seen from the vision, and his innate talent for discerning the effects of buildings and even the raw materials, the ghost made his way to the upper nest without a sound.

The air here is very fresh, but it smells of blood. The ghost's instincts were telling him that the latter was Carlile's masterpiece.

But, where are you, Carlil?

Run, he thought. He pursed his lips, his black hair dancing wildly in the wind, and he was so fast that he almost tore the wind. The body that has not yet fully grown is now being used by its owner in a completely reckless way.

The ghosts don't care anymore.

He had to find Karil—he had to find him before everything was salvageable.

He wanted to save Nostramo, but he definitely didn't want to see a Nostramo without Caril.

Jump, climb over walls, and jump again.

The ghost's keen sense of smell could clearly discern where the smell of blood in the wind came from, and he pursued them incessantly, following the trails left by Carlil.

He dashed through eerie towers and fortified fortresses, leaped past lakes of broken corpses and blood, smashed through the darkness, pierced the fog of the upper nest—

Then he roared in the night.

The voice was very bleak.

"Carlil ——!"

The ghost ran wild in the darkness, his voice echoing through the thick fog, and the silence of the upper nest was broken by his voice.

"Carlil! Reject Him, reject Him! Don't promise Him, He can't see you! ”

"You have to ...... Reject Him......"

The ghost muttered to himself in pain, feeling a splitting headache, but he couldn't stop yet, he hadn't found him yet.

Panting, the ghost forced itself to hold on to the last clue that his sense of smell had brought. He took a deep breath and ran toward an eerie tower.

Above him, the night stares silently.