"Sin?" The lion's voice became stern again. "That's all? This is the only enemy you have? ”

"Yes."

The lion smiled, making no secret of his sneer. There seemed to be no anger in his laughter, but those eyes were almost on fire: "Are you really going to do this, Conrad Coetzes?" ”

Coates stared at him, strangling a prickly answer out of his heart. It's not easy to do, especially in front of Leon El Johnson.

Coetze let out a slow, cloudy breath as his mind returned to the way he was most comfortable with the way he was now operating. His brother was provoking, provoking a certain instinct that had been latent in his heart.

He knew what the lion wanted, but he wouldn't let him succeed. He had to face it sensibly, not let his paranoid instincts turn everything into bloody mud

"That depends on your attitude, Leon." Coates whispered. "I understand the evil of necessity, and I admit the necessity of its existence, but I will not watch someone do something else in its name."

"Are you accusing my legion of abusing power for personal gain?"

"I've never said that, and I'm confident that the First Legion won't let their own glory fade."

Coetz remained calm, trying to suppress his emotions so he could explain to Leon. There is no flinching in his calm, only courage and reason.

Leon stared at him, the beast's instincts taking hold at this moment. Relying on this intuition, he was able to see what Coetz was hiding beneath the calm, and it allowed him to sit still and listen to the latter's words.

"I'm not here to accuse you, I won't be so condescending, and I'm not going to be so superior to you brave people. I admire those who dare to stain their hands with blood for the sake of the world, but I am here anyway. ”

Coates slowly reached into his arms, and the beast that sat on the couch with him stared at him, watching his hands work, muscles tensing.

Half a second later, Coetze showed the sigil to the lion.

"And I didn't come to visit you just because I wanted to." He spread his palms, felt the sigil's blazing temperature, and shook his head slowly.

"It's an order from Terra, Leon, and it has nothing to do with whether I understand you or not. If I come alone with my legion, you can humiliate me for being short-sighted, and you can put before me the glory you have achieved in the past, and refute my unscrupulous actions with facts. The problem is that I'm not alone. ”

He clenched the sigil, his eyes so sharp that he almost wanted to poke a bloody hole in the lion's face: "This is Terra's order, and it is also the will of his father. ”

The lion breathed heavily.

His face was expressionless, but he gave the illusion that he was about to explode. It is like a volcano that is gathering strength and making the earth tremble.

Coates stared at him, and for a moment, he almost thought Leon would burst out and attack him—but he didn't.

Little by little, Leon Elthewson loosened his clenched fist and put the knight's coat back on.

"That means you understand me." He looked at Coz flatly, his eyes full of scrutiny. "Then why did you come to me, Conrad? If you could have understood the necessity of these things early on."

"Does it make a difference who comes?" Coates asked rhetorically.

"Yes." Leon said without hesitation.

"I can accept the misunderstandings of the ignorant, I can endure the fearful gaze of the world, I can even dismiss the whispers of my brothers as nothing—but all this is premised on their incomprehension. And you understand, Conrad. So, why are you coming? ”

A sense of guilt rose in Kotz's mind, but he didn't let it get the better of him. He withdrew the sigil and held it in the palm of his hand, reminding himself of the heat.

Not long after he and Leon Al-Johnson met, the atmosphere between them could not be called an instant encounter, but the very matter of 'understanding' did not need to be understood.

This understanding between him and the lion is even more special, it is a rare peace between two beasts incarnated into humans.

Yes, peacefully.

How do beasts usually communicate? With minions, with blood, and how do they communicate now?

"Because your legion has done something wrong." Conrad Coetzes said slowly, clearly. "It's a very small thing, and it's even insignificant to you. I have reason to believe that it has probably not been reported to you, and you have never seen anything about it at that desk. ”

The lion's cheek twitched.

"Go on." He whispered dangerously. "Go on, Conrad Coetze."

"Would you like to listen now?"

The male lion snorted coldly: "What do you think of me?" An arrogant tyrant, or a paranoid man who doesn't listen to any advice? I'm neither, go on. ”

"Sergeant Tlynver Ratton."

Coetz spoke slowly, his voice not much emotion, rational and restrained.

"He was once part of the 439th Panzer Division, his father's name was Turjus Raton, who served in the 799th Infantry Regiment and has long since died. So we can say that he came from a glorious military family. ”

"Sergeant Tlynver is tough and has a great sense of honor. His subordinates and colleagues praised him, and there was no doubt that he was the one to be admired among the hundreds of millions of Imperial soldiers. Then, in a battle alongside the First Legion, he died. ”

"His body was returned to position just as night was about to cover the land, and the First Legion killed him for trying to escape. However, just a few hours ago, he was called away from his position by several dark angels. ”

The male lion frowned, deeply furrowed. His expression finally loosened a little.

Leon Eltheusson has absolute control over his legion, and this control stems from many aspects, and at the end of the day, it can be summed up in one word: understanding.

The lion knew every soldier in his legion as well as he knew the ancient weapon of the sword.

The weave of the First Legion was confusing, layered on top of each other, as dense as a spider's web. And Leon AlJohnson is the core of this spider web, and anyone who steps on any spider silk is in his perception.

So he was quick to explain.

"They must have done it for a reason." The lion said slowly. "It is impossible for my soldiers to kill for no reason. If Sergeant Tlynver is killed, and by the hands of the Dark Angel himself, then I can give you a reason. ”

"I don't care about that reason." Koz let himself smile a little, the way his flesh was pulled made him look terrible.

At this moment, he was a creature that looked like a human, but not like a human. The magnitude of his changes is almost impossible to look at.

"There's only one thing I care about, Leon. I have no problem with your legion killing a small number of people for the sake of more people. But why did you make him a deserter? You have deprived him of his life, and of what he has, what he has left."

"Your soldier returns his body to his subordinates and brothers, allowing everyone to see the muzzle of the Astatee-sized blaster on his corpse. Whatever the truth, you have destroyed his reputation completely, Leon. Isn't his life enough? ”

Isn't his life enough?

The question, accompanied by Conrad Coetze's shrill voice, echoed in Leon El Johnson's mind over and over again. It fermented like wine, bitter, dull, like a wind of steel that blew away the flesh of a man.

"I'll give you an explanation."

The male lion avoided a gaze, his brow furrowed and his gaze averted. He raised his right hand and repeated.

"I'll give Sergeant Tlynver an explanation—"

Coates interrupted him rudely, for the first time in his life.

"—No, Sergeant Tlynver doesn't need an explanation, he's dead. The dead can't speak, Leon. And there's only one thing I really want to warn you about. If, on that day, you can turn a man loyal to the Empire into a traitor and a reviled coward for your duty, then what about the future? ”

The Lord of the Night sneered sharply, completely different from the previous one. His reason, gentleness, and persuasion are all gone, and only the most primitive and pure malice remains.

The male lion tenses his face, allowing himself to show ruthlessness, allowing himself to remain ruthless. He tilted his head and tried to resist his brother's sneer with his usual pride, but the words came to his lips, but failed.

Leon AlJohnson was unable to utter anything, his head still tilted, but he was completely unable to organize any effective resistance. A wave of anger swept through him, and he suddenly woke up - resistance? What am I going to rebel against?

He remembered the sigil, remembered Terra's will, and sourness welled up in his heart, prompting him to think: I see, father, is this what you want to remind me? But what I did was clearly what I did.

No, it's not.

He didn't tell me to do that, and he definitely didn't ask me to erase the honor of others. He wouldn't do that.

The lion stifled his instinctive roar with great self-control, so that the beast of the forest retreated into the woodland.

The blonde-haired knight pondered calmly and shamefully, and only after a few minutes of silence did he speak again.

This time, he asked the same question.

"How many people?" The male lion asked heavily. "How many other people have been subjected to this injustice?"

"Do you want to avenge their wrongs?" Coates asked in a strange, soft voice.

The lion closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and spoke a word with difficulty, little by little.

"I just want to erase the shame." He said in a deep voice.

Carlile's armor has been completed, the post is in the book review area, the high-definition picture is in the book friend group, and the easter egg chapter can be flipped through. Thank you, Mr. Tsukishang!

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