Carlil could taste a vague, peculiar smell of blood.

They flowed in the tasteless air and ended up in his 'net', telling him everything he needed. So he knew that four hundred and fifty meters away, there was a man who was bleeding.

Capture nets.

He discovered it tonight and began to use it.

Since returning from the Veil, his body has grown stronger every day, but it is not just the simple strength and agility that have changed, but also some more subtle aspects.

For example, his perceptual abilities.

Individually, they were sharp enough, and now when combined, they were like a giant net that could wrap their prey firmly. This is where the slightly strange name of the catch net comes from.

He turned, and the soft light was still quietly doing their work on both sides of the streets of the upper nest, as always.

They have been here for a long time, but they are still in good shape. In addition to the fact that the materials from which they are made are strong, it is also because there are people who have been maintaining them.

Servant. Carlil thought.

A terrible coldness began to permeate his mouth.

In the past, this work often required him to pay attention to many details. He will pay attention to every corner, every detail, and his own behavior.

He'll steer clear of the pleasures of killing and turn it into a productive task - only then can he convince Midnight Wraith of the true meaning of killing.

Killing was never an end.

Carlil took another deep breath and the 'Capture Net' came into play again.

Then he started running.

The massive body more than four meters tall ran like a ghost in the darkness of the upper nest, and its steps were swift, but it did not let any of the floor tiles move, only a faint sound that was almost imperceptible appeared.

His bones and muscles burst out with greater strength under this movement, and the power itself is urging them to evolve.

- What am I now?

A thought crossed her mind, and Carlil narrowed her eyes, letting it disappear into the deepest recesses of her mind.

After a jump, he reached the top of a minaret.

The two air filters were working quietly at the top, they must have been newly installed, otherwise the new metal surface would not have been explained.

Carlil walked past them, looking down, his gaze locked precisely on a man running in panic.

This gesture is the second time he has seen it.

This is how this man ran in the never-ending dark night of Nostramo, too, last time. And this time, he didn't change much, except that he ran a little faster.

Thinking of this, Carlil couldn't help but smile.

"Does that count as urging them to get out of that corrupt life and start exercising?"

He began to talk to himself, hissing in the cold air, then fading into nothingness.

With the sound of an air purifier, he silently jumped off the top of the spire. Without bending his knees, without bending down, he landed in front of the man like a swift shadow, and then reached out and dragged him into the darkness.

A panicked scream came.

Then there is the pleading—the broken voice of unspoken words, mixed with the sound of a complete collapse of reason. Carlil watched him patiently, not intending to torture, it didn't make sense.

He's been out of control twice.

There will be no third time.

And, if he wanted to know something, the man would speak for himself. He would even tell the story of how many people he had eaten.

"Shh

Carlil said softly. "There's no need to struggle, you know I'm going to come for you, don't you?"

"You're just a legend......"

The man sobbed, already completely broken. "You shouldn't exist! You're just a monster woven by those low-class civilians! ”

Carlil laughed.

"I made your family disappear tonight, and you think I'm just a legendary monster?"

He gently let go of his hand, letting the man fall to the ground. The latter fell to the ground with his legs and feet limp, losing even the strength to escape, and fear was pervasive.

"Okay......"

Staring at him, Carlil sighed. He crouched down and pinched the broken neck in front of him.

There is no need to talk anymore.

With a crisp sound, his work for the night was completely over. But instead of throwing the body in the dark streets, Carlil took it with him and jumped up the spire again, jumping back and forth between the towers.

Nostramo's architecture is not just gloomy, but also religious metaphors. It is not known who first brought this style up, but in short, churches are everywhere in the upper nest of Quintus.

- Of course, they don't believe in a god.

Eight minutes later, he stopped at the top of a church.

This is the largest church in the Upper Nest of Quintus. It is very different from the buildings in the lower nest that have been corroded by acid rain, and the whole is majestic and towering, even if it is only one side is exquisite, and it is clear that it has been repaired frequently.

Nobles of all sizes throughout Quintus come to this church on a certain day of the month to pray – and of course, the prayers of the nobles are not the same.

It was not so much a prayer as a court ball mixed with an exchange of interests.

Under the gaze of the indistinctly faced, noble men and women would choose the crucifixion lamb naked in the arms of blood.

And then ......

Narrowing his eyes, Karil cut off his thoughts, unwilling to think any longer, and lowered his head and began to stare at the night.

Fifteen marble statues were laid flat in the hollow beneath his feet, and the suffering women surrounded by thorns were draped in tulle, their hands held high in their hands as weeping babies, their faces surrounded by mist, the condensed mist sliding down on the marble skin.

Carlil looked at them and shook his head.

Naturally born babies are already rare in Nostramo.

After a brief observation, he jumped off the top of the church and began to split the body on the platform at the top of the long hundreds of steps.

It's not blasphemy, anger or boredom, it's part of his job.

Carlil saw it very clearly, he didn't do it with malice or excitement, he did it only because he needed to expand the scope of his fear.

Verbal warnings were less threatening to the nobles than direct action.

Sticking out his fingers, he shredded the soft skin with his nails like a ghost, and blood flowed out.

Carlil frowned, disgusted by the touch of flesh.

Now, he misses the time when he could still hold a knife.

...... However, he could no longer go back to the past.

He can't simply be 'Carlil Lohals', a fierce spirit who acts in the darkness of the night.

The power that came with that covenant made Carlil realize that, like the Emperor, he needed a mask. And now the body of this giant is just right.

Conrad Coates has many brothers he has never met, and if Conrad Coz were to meet them one by one, Carlil was sure that he would not be able to escape.

He will have to accompany Conrad Coetz to do this for a long time to come.

As a result, it can solve a lot of things—at least a lot of unnecessary things, like 'Lorga Aurelian's.

Three minutes later, he finished his work, got up with bloody hands, and left the church with a few vertical jumps.

Now, he just needs time to keep flowing.

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Back at the sanctuary again, for the third time in a day, Carlil found himself already somewhat familiar with the ghost's absence.

He smiled complicatingly, then sighed in annoyance.

"Is this some kind of activity?"

Looking into the darkness behind the shelter, Carlil asked. "You're coming one by one, and you're even choosing the same place to wait."

Hearing this, Ferus Manus took a step to the left with an expressionless face.

He knew who the last visitor was.

"You're still going on."

Ferrus said, with certainty in his tone. "Is this bloody life fascinating to you?"

"Of course not."

Carlil shook his head, and opened the new door to the sanctuary in front of Ferrus—one that now had some kind of terrifying weight.

The entire casing of the old-fashioned water purifier was forcibly removed by Roger Dorn and reinforced on top of it. The gaps were filled and the fragile structure was re-corrected.

It is now a very qualified door.

Carlil stepped inside and pulled out a chair. Like the door, it has been transformed, from a tattered wooden chair recovered from a garbage dump to a giant armchair.

The twisted metal joins with the wood to form its four legs.

They are exactly the same length, and they are exactly the same. The sunken metal concave surface forms the seat surface, the backrest is strong and sturdy, and several gears detached from the inside of the water purifier glisten on the sides of the long metal armrests.

"Dorne's craft." Ferrus said in a low voice. "He's still very skilled."

"I don't know what his past work is, but it's clear that he's a skilled craftsman in terms of these two precious handicrafts – and, if you don't mind, I'd like to sit down and talk to you."

Carlil smiled as he dragged the chair and placed it on the ground, but didn't sit down immediately.

"I don't mind." Ferus Manus said calmly. "People deserve to rest after work."

Kalil raised an eyebrow in some surprise, he sat down and asked, "You call what I'm doing work?" ”

"At least, in terms of your attitude, it's really no different from a job. And from my personal point of view, it is true that cleaning up the dregs of oppression is just a job. ”

Finally, Ferus Manus showed some kind of mood swing. A look of disgust crossed his grim face, and his brow furrowed.

"I couldn't stand it at all." He said coldly. "Most of the people here should be damned."

"Yes." Carlil replied as he leaned back in his chair. "That's true."

“......”

After a brief emotional reaction, Ferus Manus returned to his usual silence. Half a minute later, he spoke again.

"Conrad Coetze's course today was a great success."

Carlil laughed. "Do you just want to come and tell me about it?"

"No, there's another thing - it's not just the Forbidden Army and the Auxiliaries on the Imperial Dream, we've also brought a handful of soldiers from our respective legions."

Ferus slowly cast a serious gaze at him.

"Therefore, Carlil Lohals, if you need it, my legion, the Iron Hand will come down from the tracks to help you establish a new order."

"I'm already doing this, Ferus Manus."

"But it's not very efficient."

Carlil sighed. He knew what the giant meant.

Help and aid in restoring a new order with military power far beyond all of Nostramo's noble private soldiers.

It would be nice to do that, and it would be a hundred times faster than it is now, but it wasn't what he wanted, and it wasn't what Midnight Ghost or Conrad Cotz wanted.

"Efficiency doesn't always mean everything – I hate inefficiency too, but some things have to be done slowly, ...... Ferus Manus"

"The Eighth Army will be here soon." Ferrus said expressionlessly. "So unless you can completely change this planet in two weeks...... Otherwise, the arrival of this new order will only be sooner or later. ”

He paused for a moment and shook his head.

"I've heard Conrad Coetz say that you want to light a 'fire', that you want to wake up the people here from a long period of darkness, and that's noble, but I don't think you can succeed."

"Really?"

"Yes." Ferus Manus said.

The giant frowned again—and this time, it looked a little different.

"These people are numb. Before you came, I went to the shanty towns to see them. The living conditions of those workers are not even comparable to those of some wild beasts. And they just endure it and never resist. ”

Then I knew that they had forgotten the meaning of rebellion. And, even their children. ”

"No one thinks it's wrong to join a gang to murder and cannibalism, even their parents teach them to take the gang test...... The world is thoroughly sick, Carlil Lohals. Therefore, I admire your heart to save it, but I in no way agree with it. ”

"You're right." Carlil said calmly.

A look of astonishment flashed across Ferrus's face.

"How?" Carlil smiled and shook his head. "Think I'm going to contradict you?"

“...... Yes. ”

"I'm not going to argue with one right thing – you're right, Ferus Manus. Nostramo really doesn't deserve to be saved...... But I've never measured a thing by whether it's worth it or not. ”

Carlil lifted his head, letting the cold wind blow through. They could no longer make him feel cold, but he narrowed his eyes as usual.

"It's a cold calculation or not to be worth it, Ferus Manus."

"It is a natural human instinct, and it can be found between brothers and lovers in addition to the unconditional dedication of parents. So I never think about it, I leave it out. ”

"Yes, Nostramo is not worth saving, it deserves to be burned even more. Everyone should be executed, and then new humans should be sent to settle ......"

"But ......"

Carlil burst out laughing.

"Is it all worth it?" He asked with a smile.

For the first time, Ferus Manus found himself speechless.

Silent, he turned around.

"Good luck, then." He said. "I admire your determination."

That's not my determination, Ferus Manus.

Carlil closed his eyes.

That's not my determination.