Cross your arms and raise your right index finger lightly to land on your arm. The slight rhythmic sound was so noticeable in the quiet corridors that the Nightblades' 'office' inherited the special features of the Nightfall Horn—quiet, extremely quiet, and often as if a mist had escaped.

The former can still be explained, while the latter has gone beyond the scope of ordinary physics that can be classified and summarized, and can only be attributed to some special connection or influence. But, anyway.

Carlil turned his head sideways and glanced at Conrad Coetzes, "Nervous, Legionnaire?" ”

“.”

Coetzes exhaled slowly, "Of course I want to say I'm not nervous. ”

Carlil couldn't have smiled more visibly: "There's nothing to be nervous about, Yago Sevitalyon's operation went very well. ”

Yes, very successfully, as long as you ignore the miserable appearance of the boy in the room who is tied to the iron bed at the moment.

His eyes were open, staring blankly at the dark ceiling. The masseter muscles naturally exerted, and the sound of teeth rubbing against each other was heard through the radio, out of the hallway, and was clearly visible.

The muscles of his whole body were tense, and this degree was far beyond the limit of the muscles tense when ordinary people exercised, and it became an almost supernatural phenomenon.

The Medic watched with concern - his instinct as a doctor made it impossible for him to refrain from thinking something like 'heal' in front of him, but he knew very well that this was not the time for the Medic.

He turned his head to look at their chief think tank, where the third company commander, Fer Zaloster, was closing his eyes tightly. Blue light escaped from under his pale eyelids, making them almost transparent, and the capillaries were clearly visible on them.

Fell breathed heavily, his psionic energy being consumed by the formation that was only a wall away. Inside the room, the flames were in full bloom, and the crimson light flickered and dimmed under the darkness of the pitch black.

And at this moment, it has only been twelve minutes since the twentieth operation of Yago Sevitaleone began.

How long will it take?

Fair Zaloster doesn't have an answer, Jair Ziño Guzmán doesn't have an answer, and Konrad Cotz doesn't have an answer – so, does Karil Lohals have it?

Yes, but no one asked him.

But they don't need to ask either.

Carlil just needs to stand there. Stand there calmly and confidently. There is no need to speak, or even to express something with body language. As long as he was still looking through the bulletproof glass, they didn't have any questions to ask.

This rare kind of trust is incomprehensible to most people, after all, if there is an answer to a question, most people will want to find out. However, this is not the case within the Nightblade.

They already get it.

Yes, there are many questions in this world that have answers, but you better not look for them.

"Two minutes to go." Carlil spoke suddenly. "Get ready, Jairziño."

The Medic nodded silently.

——

Sevita could hear herself screaming.

He screamed because he was being burned by the flames. He was chained in the air, and his limbs were firmly bound. It's like being lifted, and it's like a simple bondage. Sevita moved her fingers slightly, feeling a burning sensation from her fingertips.

The same was true of his heart, which was stabbing in the extreme, as if he was being stabbed with a knife blade. In the cold sea, he felt like he was being murdered. Or, it's being cut in half.

Half of him was sane and cold, and the other half he was howling in rage. It was such a strange feeling that Sevita couldn't figure out if it was a hallucination or a reality.

What he had experienced today was far beyond the limits of what a fifteen-year-old could bear, and he should have broken his mind and broken will. But he didn't, and the reason was so weird, so weird that it even made Sevita want to laugh a little.

- How are you going to make someone who has already gone crazy go crazy again?

There was a sudden silence around them, and Sevita slowly exhaled the last breath of air in her lungs.

There was a sudden silence around him, and his eyes, which had turned to ashes, spilled from their sockets. In a trance, a strong premonition approached him. It was something familiar to him, similar to how he had felt when he had seen those ghosts in the past, but it was different.

This time, the sensation was even stronger, as if someone was slamming him in the chest with a hammer. A feeling of fullness welled up in his empty eyelids, and his eyeballs were reborn, but they were half cold, half hot.

A giant dressed in midnight-colored armor suddenly appeared in front of him.

Lightning-like streaks pulsed across the armor's surface under the constraints of the golden edge. His helmet was hideous, resembling a skeletal mask, and his eyes were scarlet, reflecting the boy's miserable appearance when he was hoisted up at the moment.

Who are you? Sevita asked reluctantly.

"I shouldn't be here." The giant said, with a bitter sink in his voice, and a caustic nonchalance.

"To be honest, I really shouldn't be here. But who made the concept of time not exist in subspace at all? ”

He shrugged, approached the boy, tapped his forehead with one hand, and smiled maliciously, "So that's how it feels. ”

Don't knock me on the head! Sevita bared her teeth at him, threatening face.

"I'm going to knock." The giant chuckled lowly. "Alright, kid, stop pretending to be tough. You're scared to death right now, I know that. ”

I'm not afraid!

"Uh-huh," the giant nodded perfunctorily and took off his helmet.

He has a very pale face and delicate features, but always looks mean. He has three twisted scars on his left eye, cheekbones, and cheek. The one that crossed his lips made him look like he was baring his teeth all the time, giving the illusion of a sneer.

For some reason, Sevita felt familiar to him.

"Ahh "I miss this place, the White Mountain, the City of the Dead, the End Altar"

He snickered and tapped his finger on Sevita's forehead again. This time it was a little heavier, and Sevita couldn't help but let out a low roar from her throat.

The giant raised an eyebrow and took two steps back in surprise: "Oh, you don't mean to bite me, do you?" Remind you, boy, I'm armor made of pure gold, and your teeth aren't as hard as they are. ”

After he finished speaking, he even tapped his fingers on his shoulder armor to prove it. The sound of metal pounding against each other was very muffled, and Sevita noticed that there was a skull on the right shoulder armor he was tapping on, and tears were pouring tears from his eye socket.

The giant noticed his gaze, smiled slightly, and actually began to explain.

"This coat of arms represents my company, and it's called 'Blood and Tears.' but, to be honest, it's a bad name." He shrugged.

"If only I could tell you who shed these tears, boy, but unfortunately I can't. Because—hey, what do you mean by that? By the way, I'm a principled person. ”

He laughed, but there was no smile on his face: "I'm a very principled person, so I don't want to tell you how it came to be." ”

Do you think I'm curious to know? Sevita replied angrily. His attention had been drawn to this inexplicable appearance, and those pains could no longer occupy his main attention. At this moment, he was glaring at this pale man, acting very angry.

But the giant suddenly restrained his smile.

"If you can." He whispered. "I'll tell you everything, but I can't, Yago Sevitaleon. I'm in a world that's the best they've ever earned for us. I can't let their sacrifice come to naught because of my own selfish desires. ”

He looked up at the dark ceiling of the palace.

"I can't count." The giant said softly. "I'm not going to board Terra again, how the have I been here?"

He nervously lowered his head and began to touch the wound on his face with his metal hand armor with a thoughtful expression. Sevita looked at him angrily, her hands and feet fluttering, and the chains dangling.

If you're really idle here, and even willing to pretend to be a madman, you might as well let me go!"

"I can't." The giant said very dryly. "I can't put you down because it's part of the vow. Each of us has a different vow, though it's mostly the same—"

He shrugged again.

"Revenge, hatred, etc., but the process of our vows is different. Someone gains something in the process, and someone loses something. As for you, child. ”

He sighed: "You gain the most, but you also lose the most." ”

What the hell are you talking about?

"I'm talking to myself." The giant replied with a smile. "And, you know what's the best part? The point is that you don't remember my existence at all afterwards, and you won't remember it until a long, long time later. So, I can talk to you now."

He grinned and reached out his finger again and tapped the boy on the forehead. This one was heavy, so heavy that Savita was so angry that her face was hideous.

"But I still can't say that." The giant's expression changed in an instant, his face full of sadness and his tone low.

Sevita must admit that he's - what the hell is all going on? Is this giant one of those ghosts too? He came to entertain him?

The boy shook the chain angrily and tried to punch the giant. The giant smiled slightly, and actually took the initiative to lower his body, and brought his cheek to the side of Sevita's clenched right fist.

"Two minutes to go." He said. "You're about to wake up, and the moment you wake up, you'll see the wails of many unjust souls, and the four bastards who are playing with their fate behind their backs. You can't escape this process, Yago Sevitaleon, and none of us can escape. ”

He reached out and tapped the chains. "These flames will help you resist many things in the future, one of which is what you are about to see, so relax and enjoy these last two minutes with me."

He stared at Sevita and shook his head, his face changing suddenly. His face was stained with blood, and his chest and abdomen were pierced by five hideous claws.

He fell to his knees, dumbfounded, and tapped Sevita's forehead with his fingers one last time, a murmuring voice that rang clearly in the boy's ears.

"This is the moment." He said softly. "You will remember everything at this moment. And then"

He struggled to his feet, a sinister smile on his face.

"Then, I'm going out and kill all those bitches who have gotten their own mouthfuls. Wake up, Yago Sevitaleon. ”

The words fell, and he vanished. Sevita's body began to tremble, trembling violently.

Updated.

(End of chapter)