In Carlil's opinion, the Indomitable Truth is a very special ship. This special does not come from its décor, but from the knights who wear winged helmets.

They were barely silent, but a quiet and mysterious atmosphere permeated the corridors. The ambiance was as striking as their dark green and black armor livery, and the smell of incense was evident in the air.

The corridors are wide, there are no paintings or other decorations, it is not ornate, but it has an extreme sense of solemnity because of the presence of the knights.

Carlil stood by the door, observing them. The people under the winged helmet gazed at him, and the dark angels with different shoulder armor symbols saluted him silently, with swords at their waists. Half a minute later, a knight approached.

He had met Carlil five minutes earlier and even introduced himself in full. As a result, Carlil learns that his name is Coswayne.

The knight had been waiting behind the gate early in the morning, and was not surprised by Carlil who had stepped out of it. Obviously, he is not here to serve as a guard, so the male lion is probably prepared for both.

Carlil pondered these seemingly inconsequential things, slowing down his perception of the outside world, and lowering his vigilance, a certain instinct that had been imperceptibly cultivated in his body.

Coswayne nodded at him, the winged helmet obscuring all expressions, except for a slightly dull phrase spat out from the breathing grille, "I'm sorry to keep you waiting, Instructor Carlile." Now, please come with me. ”

"Thank you, for showing me the way, Lord Coswayne."

"It's a matter of duty."

The knight turned to leave, Carlil following closely behind.

He walked loosely, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, swinging lightly. The pace of his walking also naturally changed, and at this moment, he even gave people a sense of arrogance when he walked, and there was a pompous smile on the corner of his mouth.

The smile was born at the ball of the nostramo nobles, but now he used it. In a matter of seconds, those sharp gazes shifted in intensity.

The knights were still on guard and attentive to him, but not as preoccupied as they had been. Maintaining his disguise, Carlil followed Coswayne through three halls and two corridors, eventually reaching a tower.

The bottom of it was humming, and the steam smoke was scattered, forming an escaping mist. Not far away, there was the slight sound of their boots stomping on the ground, and the Dark Angels didn't hide their tracking, but they didn't put everything on the table either.

Carlil bowed his head slightly, and with a deliberate arrogance he exacerbated the contempt of his four-meter-tall look down on others—the knight in the winged helmet stared at him calmly, without saying a word, as if waiting.

"This is where we are?"

"Yes." Coswayne said. "Lord Luthor is doing his work right here."

"I've heard of his name, a brave man?" Carlil skillfully used a technique that made him feel sick himself, and he made small talk to Coswayne. "He was the one who raised your primordial body, didn't he?"

"There's more to the chief knight than that." The Winged Helmet Knight said stiffly.

"Mind telling me a story or two, Lord Coswayne?"

"It's not in my purview, Instructor Carlil. If you want to know, you can ask the Knight Captain himself, or our Primordial Body. As for now, I beg your pardon for leaving. ”

Carlil turned sideways to make way for him. But Coswayne did not accept his kindness and left straight away. Watching him leave, Carlil smiled silently.

Arrogance – Even if it is played out, it will lead to a bad outcome.

But what else can he say? It wasn't beyond his expectations, but rather it was one of his purposes.

What a dirty politician trick. Carlil thought in disgust as he stepped forward and tugged at one of the brass handles on the tower door. With two flying wings, it is delicate and atmospheric. As soon as it was pulled up and down, the door was opened.

A voice came from within, with a mechanical echo: "Please come in, Lord Karil Lohals, please come directly to the top floor for me." ”

The top floor – in fact, the tenth floor, is that the tower is not equipped with a quick lift. The only thing that allowed Carlil to walk upwards was a rotating staircase, which was designed to be very large enough to fit the size of Astarte or the Primitives.

Torches were lit inside, not lights, and the smell of animal fat permeated the staircase. The wooden armrests were carved with some elaborate patterns, which Carlil guessed were from Caliban.

The Milky Way is huge, and it makes sense to place things inside the battleship that remind people of home.

The brick and steel walls are adorned with paintings, mostly of knights fighting behemoths or protecting innocent people in the deep green forest. Only a few are portraits, one of which is by Leon El Johnson, but there is no face.

Wearing a dark green cloak and shining armor, the original body is armed with a giant sword, and slew a giant beast on a warhorse. The horse was almost as big as the prey of the man in the painting.

Each of the ten floors has a platform for people to tell where they are at the moment, but their stone doors are all closed, and there is nothing on the platform except for the flower figures.

Carlil withdrew his gaze and didn't look at the things anymore for more information. Maintaining his disguise, he made his way to the platform on the tenth floor, where he met a man.

He had short hair, a broad forehead, a firm chin, and a densely covered beard, neatly trimmed. His face had a distinctly weathery feeling, and the eyes that were sunk deep in their sockets behind the straight thick eyebrows were staring sharply at Carlil at the moment, looking up, but not humble.

Just one glance, Carlil smiled.

"Hello, Lord Luthor."

He tore off his disguise and skin, and whispered a greeting. His voice had changed, and so had his face. The bloody truth naturally flowed out on a shattered face, flesh splattered and fell on the ground, splashing sticky echoes.

In an instant, Luthor was struck by lightning.

——

Sitting on the couch, the male lion looked at his brother with a calm look in his eyes.

They were now sitting on a sofa, which was very precious, and the creation that could carry the weight and identity of the original body would naturally not be cheap. Conrad Coetzes sat on his right, a more serious position than the lion's slightly casual.

The lion did not miss this information, his observations were meticulous, and the results obtained in those few seconds of silence began to take shape in his mind little by little.

Conrad Coetzes also stared at his brother, he certainly didn't know what the lion was going to ask him, but he would tell the truth all in one range.

He may be honest.

He wants to be honest.

"First question, then, brother." Leon El Johnson spoke in his distinctive voice, which was not loud, even soft-spoken. "What is your purpose?"

"I thought you'd want to talk about things that weren't about work first." Coetzes sighed. "But. Well, after all, I made a promise. I don't have any purpose, Leon, I just want to do my duty, complete the task that Terra has given me, that's all. ”

"It's good that the duty is ahead of the mission." The male lion nodded expressionlessly, his voice approving, but his expression was surprisingly cold.

"I don't mean to say anything about your age, but you're too young, Conrad. You don't understand me and my legion, that's why you're taking on this mission. ”

"Is that what you think?" Coetzes asked.

The lion looked at him for a moment, and then—he spoke sharply.

"You don't understand my duties, you don't understand what I've taken on, that's why you're here. yes, that's it, that's what I thought, Conrad. You're just a babbling toddler compared to me, just like your legion. The Eighth Legion is the executioner, but the First Legion has gone further than you in this regard! ”

Coetzes narrowed his eyes slowly.

"Listen, Leon, I'm not here to argue with you or anything, or to make a show or two." He persuaded in a calm tone.

"And my age is essentially an insignificant lie, it can be one, it can be a hundred, what's the difference? Our minds are already beyond ordinary people, how can you look at and judge me from a worldly perspective? ”

"Because I don't want to convince myself, it's all because you don't agree with me." The male lion replied in a low voice.

There was eagerness in his gaze—not of a man, but of a beast, of a beast who had finally found its kind.

"Fogham excelled with his eloquence, and Ferus used his steely determination to destroy all the ignorant who tried to defy the Empire. Roger Dorn silently took on everything, and Robert Killiman used his ideals to make every world conquered by Ultramarines full of gratitude to the Empire"

"And I'm different, Conrad. The only thing I left to the empire was unspeakable, unsearchable names and ashes. Most of the victories of my legions must be hidden in history, but who has ever heard me complain? ”

"My father gave me this duty, and I carried it out. And you and I can smell a similar smell on you, Conrad. You are also a beast, the only difference is that I was born in the woods, and you are born in steel and concrete. I was once the enemy of the behemoth, but what about you? ”

His abrupt tirade ends with a question in which the lion rips off his coat and leaves the knighthood behind him, leaving the shackles of civilization in the dust.

His words are sharp, and his questions are even more point-to-heart. But his purpose is actually quite simple - he just wants to know more about his brother.

So Conrad Coetze answered him honestly.

"Sin." He replied softly, and unsurprisingly caught the change in the lion's eyes.

There is one more chapter.

(End of chapter)