"Sit down...... Master Conrad Coetze. ”

"You don't have to call me sir."

Kotz replied with a frown, anxious but still in his demeanor, the wrist of his right hand buckled inward, a constant coldness slowly escaping on his skin.

"It's etiquette." Acudona, dressed in purple-gold armor, replied.

He held the Storm Hawk's joystick in his hand, and outside the steering window, a planet was completely black, with only a few glimmers of light blooming on it.

Conrad Coetzes didn't answer Acudona's words, and he sat on his knees in the first passenger seat at the rear of the cockpit, his double-buckled seat belt resting comfortably around his waist.

He was silent, not even willing to say anything more.

A worry struck his heart, it forced him to silence, it forced him to throw away all his emotions and leave only this one......

Even my thoughts froze as I breathed slowly.

Conrad Coetzes couldn't help but grip his blade a little tighter.

“...... Master Conrad Coetze. ”

Acudona spoke again after a moment of silence, his voice soft, but by no means weak.

Coates looked up and looked over. From his vantage point, he could see all the details. In fact, this is also deliberately done by him, and he wants to use this way of distraction to force himself to leave that worry.

He noticed that Acudona had an ancient warrior's braid, with intricate braided braids on the sides and long hair flowing down the back.

...... And then what?

Conrad Coetzes pursed his lips, realizing that he had failed.

"What's wrong, Acdona?" He asked.

"It's nothing, my lord, I just think you seem to have something on your mind."

Coates almost laughed. "Is it that obvious?"

"No, no......"

The Storm Eagle swooped down and entered Nostramo's orbit. The bump and attraction came together in an instant, and Coetzes was certain that he would never be able to sit comfortably in his seat without his seatbelt.

"What do you mean?" Conrad Coetzes asked.

"I don't dare say it directly, sir." Acdonna replied with a chuckle.

His little joke made the pale giant laugh too, and for some reason, Coates was not offended by his joke, but found it intimate.

It's just a joke, so what's it?

The worry was still there, but it loosened the claws that held his heart a little. Conrad Coetze sighed and acknowledged Acudona's speculation.

"Yes, I do have a heart, Acudona, son of the Emperor."

"If you think you can, then I may be able to listen to you on behalf of Vogram."

"Fogen knew it early on."

"Then I won't listen." Acudona said lightly. "But if you don't hate me for talking...... I still have something to say. ”

"But it doesn't hurt to say it." Coetzes smiled.

Acudona's tone seemed to lower himself, he didn't like it when someone actually communicated with him like that, but he realized that it was just an attitude that Acudona had disguised to keep his emotions alive.

Whether it's the Midnight Ghost or Conrad Coetzes, they don't trample on other people's good intentions like garbage.

They cherish.

So he smiled and continued, "As long as you don't think it's a hassle to give me a ride. ”

"Oh!"

Acudona snorted as he skillfully maneuvered the Storm Eagle to pierce the dark clouds. "I don't get much of a chance to drive this treasure on weekdays, my lord! I want to thank you! ”

This time, Conrad Coetzes really laughed. The worry was still there, but it was no longer breathless.

"All right, sir...... I would like to remind you of one thing. ”

Acudona pressed a button on the Storm Hawk joystick and turned his head. There was no scar on his face, and he didn't look like a warrior, but his seriousness at the moment was extremely serious.

"Say it, Acudona." Coetzes spoke softly.

"The Praetorian Army only receives orders from our Lord, the Lord of Mankind, the Emperor."

Acudona said solemnly. Therefore, they will not go out without purpose...... I've seen them all in unison. Frankly, my lord, no one wants to be their enemy. ”

"Even you?"

Acudona's face was still stiff, but a little smile appeared in his eyes: "...... It's a dangerous joke, but it's funny enough, sir. ”

Coates smiled and shook his head.

"In short, be careful when you get down there. The Janissaries don't look at anyone else's face when they carry out their orders......"

"And if they don't do what you want, I'd like you to come back and contact me. At that time, I will take you back again to discuss countermeasures. My primordial will never let that happen. ”

"You're going to stay on Nostramo?"

"Yes, sir." Acudona sat back in his seat, gripped the joystick, and chuckled. "Otherwise, how are you going to go back?"

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Constance Dante Waldo could almost hear himself screaming—his hearing was gone, but he could catch it from the vibration in his throat.

I'm screaming?

He frowned: Why?

Constance Dante didn't find a reason, and something didn't allow him to think about it anymore.

The pain spread, and all the bones of his limbs were screaming and protesting in the intense pain. An illusion crept into his brain, cold and cruel, but the Forbidden Marshal did not care about this at all.

I'm dissolving. He sensed this with indifference.

But it doesn't matter.

He just clutched the light in the light, and the king's command still echoed in his ears.

The excessively hot heat almost completely destroyed his hands, the iron armor melted, the muscles burned, and the bones became some kind of twisted shape, and he still didn't let go.

In the darkness around them, the forbidden soldiers watched this scene solemnly, and a silent respect began to spread.

As for the giant who was stabbed......

"Go on." Carlil whispered. "Go on, Constance Dante Valdo......"

He reached out and placed his hand on the blade of light, exerting more force so that the spear could continue to penetrate deep into his flesh. The strength of the Janissal was not enough to do this, not enough for the blade of the spear to touch his heart.

His face was complicated, painful, abrupt, apologetic, and self-blaming...... But more than that, there is an anger, a long-standing anger that comes out of nowhere.

The dull color of blood had faded from his eyes, but the anger lingered for a long time. Constance Dante stared into the dark eyes and pushed the light in his hand with his own will.

The spear let out a violent buzz and plunged deeper into the flesh, almost to the heart.

However, there was no blood coming out of the place where Carlil had been stabbed, only golden lightning bouncing around the edge of the wound.

Carlil Lohals let out a sigh.

He took a few steps back, staggered to his knees, and after a few seconds, he lowered his head and fell silent.

- When Conrad Coetzes descended from the sky, he saw such a scene.

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Lightning.

No, not lightning - what is it? Is it a flame? Or is it something close to it?

Carlil clenched his hands and opened his eyes, the pain flickering.

He's not here......

From the darkness came chuckles, and vicious whispers.

He can't help you, betrayer, no one can help you this time...... Do you think you can escape?

Do you think that if we can't find you, you can do whatever you want?

You are so stupid, betrayer, that knife is the stupidest gift you have ever given in your life...... You think you'll save him?

Carlil ignored their words, ignoring them, and just breathed calmly—again and again, until the long-standing anger died down briefly.

Immediately afterward, he began to reminisce.

Every detail of the night, every person killed......

The way they died, their expressions...... location, and even the force with which he waved his hands......

He remembered everything.

Then, he looked around.

The darkness was unobstructed, and distorted shadows flicked their teeth and claws in it, staring at him through the curtain with malicious intent.

Carlil stared at them calmly, his eyes lit up with a chilling blue light again. The ancient howl sounded again, and a strong anger boiled in it, and in the darkness, a low laugh rang in his ears.

"What are you laughing at?" Carlil asked calmly. "You brutal false god...... What are you laughing at? ”

"Boom ——!"

In the darkness, there was a flash of scarlet lightning. Anger boils, anger is pressing. Carlil stared into the darkness ahead, a pair of scarlet eyes staring at him through the heavy curtain.

Accept it. The owner of the eyes said sullenly. You have seen yourself clearly.

"yes, I already know what I am, but what does that have to do with you? A monster hiding in the dark and not even daring to show his face......"

Carlil sneered. "You have been driven back into the darkness by him so many times that you can't even leave your name...... The clown who jumps off the beam. ”

Something behind the curtain roared abruptly, and the sound echoed, a storm of destruction in a place where reason did not exist. Its roar was terrifying, but the smile on Carlil's face grew colder.

"yes, that's it, all you can do is roar and s......mash in the dark," he whispered. This curtain has shut you up, so that you will not enter...... What a ridiculous god. ”

He burst out laughing, and the things inside the curtain stared at him furiously, but there was nothing he could do.

"But—"

Carlil retracted his smile, and all other emotions were reduced to nothingness in his face, leaving only a primal rage and hatred.

The terrible howl sounded again, through the veil and into the ears of the monsters.

The hatred of the dead is vain, and the anger of the dead is vain...... Ancient hatred......

At this moment, they begin to boil slowly.

Carlil spoke in a low voice, as if to proclaim.

"—remember."

He stared at the things behind the curtain, stared at them, and said word by word. "I'm not going to give up."

"You will pay the debt of your blood."