"Is this a trial, father? For what I did? But what are they guilty of?! ”

- Bearer of the Truth, Bearer of the Great Word, Loja Aurelian in the City of Perfection.

"Nope."

- The Emperor of Mankind, in the psychic, the echo of pain.

"He came, but the Son of God was in my hands. The work has been done. ”

DARK Apostle, Hand of Fate, Erebus in the City of Perfection.

"I'll kill you."

False God, Dead, Dark, Lost, Karil Lohals in the City of Perfection

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Run, stride meteor run. Siani kept running, it wasn't the maximum speed he could reach, but it was the limit that Nightfall's wide, dark corridors could allow him to reach.

He is fully armed, and the updated MK4 Power Armor does not have any ribbons or medals on it. He kept running with a blank face, his helmet shaking and striking on the buckle of the belt at the back of his waist.

Along the way, he passed four servants and thirteen crew members holding documents in their hands before reaching his destination. It was a black door with a sharp blade dripping blood.

The champion of the first company walked forward and passed through the door's biometrics with his completely dark eyes. Its built-in machinery kicked in, allowing it to open up little by little, and Siani's heart began to beat faster.

Again. He will face Karil Lohals.

The champion lowered his head, lowered his proud head, and began to stare at the ground. Seconds later, a cold voice came from inside the door.

"Come in."

So Siani did as he was told, still keeping his head down. The offices of the Nightblades' instructors on the Nightfall were the same as they had been eighteen years ago. Nothing increases, nothing decreases.

The documents that needed to be corrected by him still came in and out every day, but only the Nightblades themselves knew how much had changed. Siani walked over to the huge desk with his head down, and heard the cold, emotionless voice again.

"It's you, Siani of the First Company. What's the matter? ”

"The Lord of the Thirteenth Legion wants to see you." Siani said. He said he had brought a gift from Otlama and wanted you to talk to him. The original will also be present. ”

"Small talk?" The coldness in the voice became more and more apparent. "I don't have time for this, Siani of the 1st Company."

With the little hope that every day, once a day, would be extinguished, Siani raised his head: "But, instructor"

He stopped, he had to.

The gaze of the man sitting behind the long Adamantite Table was so cold that it almost froze his soul. Siani knew he had to stop and leave, or he would be taught a stern lesson.

But this was unusual, and the Lord of Otlama, Robert Killman, personally issued such an invitation, and it was reasonable that Siani thought he should try again.

He had once again kindled that little hope, even if it had just been extinguished once.

"Please." Siani said implicitly pleadingly. "It's not a trivial matter, like an emperor's order. We have to be more cautious about the City of Perfection thing. The Ultramarines are also one of the Executors, don't you think we need to talk to them before it starts? ”

Karil Lohals did not answer his words, but slowly got up from his seat.

He wore a cloak and a pitch-black robe. There was a skeletal face on his face that obscured his true expression. Years ago, he put on the mask and never took it off again.

Siani pursed her lips and bowed her head wordlessly. He knew what was going to happen next, and he was prepared

However, after a few seconds, he heard only one sentence in a very different tone than before.

"That's true." Their instructor said thoughtfully. "You're right, Siani. This whole thing really requires careful thought, and the hasty destruction of an entire model city is simply appalling. ”

The Terraclan looked up in disbelief, just in time to see the mask peel away from the man's face, white as ashes.

Karil Lohals raised his head and smiled at him, "Good evening, Siani. It's night, right? ”

Siani couldn't say anything, he stood stiff in place, the expression on his face was between ecstatic and shocked. It took a full two minutes for him to come back to his senses and let out a short, rapid question.

"Huh?"

——

"Huh?" Conrad Coetzes let out a shout and repeated. "Huh?"

Robert Killiman struggled to keep himself from making the sound after him, and the thirteenth son put down the book wrapped in soft paper in his hand with a dazed expression, a little bewildered.

After a while, he turned to look at his brother, "It's not what you and Angeland described to me, Conrad."

But his brother ignored him, not for the time being. Killiman knew the reason, so he wasn't angry. He rolled his gaze, and like Conrad Coetze, he cast his gaze on the giant who was standing in front of them with his hands behind his back.

The latter was silent in front of a pale blue star map, and his thinking was quite obvious.

"It should just be a reprimand or a lesson." Carlil said musefully. "The Emperor didn't have any reason to destroy the City of Perfection, but he asked for it anyway."

If you look at it from another angle, it's quite interesting, full of warnings from a disappointed father to his son who won't be able to do anything. It's just a pity that he didn't come in person, and he let the other two legions handle this matter for him, hmm"

He groaned, and Conrad Coetzes had left his seat. The original body clenched his fists and walked to Caril's side, and Robert Kiriman watched the scene with a little nervousness, unsure of what would happen next.

He and Angelon had discussed Conrad Coetzes, and they agreed that while the Lord of the Night was a wise monarch most of the time, that was only a façade.

In the depths of the Night Lord's heart, there is still a shadow called the Midnight Ghost.

"You're finally back?" After standing still, Conrad Coetzes spoke softly.

His voice and tone made Robert Killeman even more nervous. Kiriman didn't know what was going to happen next, but he hoped it wouldn't be too ugly. He didn't want to go through the Norstramo tarmac again.

"I never left, Conrad." Carlil tilted his head and replied in a gentle tone.

The Lord of the Night stared at him for a moment and shook his head, "In a sense, you never left. But there's something you can share that has been away from us for eighteen years, and I don't know if you can understand it."

"Actually, I'm still not sure if it's Karil Lohals standing in front of me, or just a phantom in his shell."

Karil was silent for a moment, and Killiman was already sitting upright. If he wasn't a primitive and just a civilian, he must have started to sweat. This kind of scene is really torturous, and Killiman has never been good at staying in such situations for long.

If necessary, he sometimes even avoids certain emotional expressions from Yutun Talasha. But he couldn't escape, so the next thing he saw with his own eyes.

Karil Lohals slowly opened his hands.

"Would you like to check for yourself?" He asked.

"Don't tell anyone about today, Robert." The Lord of the Night said mildly, his hands clasped together, they still trembling, like pale perfect sculptures. "Otherwise, I'll have to do something not so good."

Killiman withdrew his gaze from his brother's hands and asked, "What are you going to do?" ”

"I don't know, I made a special trip to tell Miss Judon that you were away from your own guard in a certain gang jump. Or tell her that you think she should retire and pour out bitterness for hours. ”

You can't do that." Robert Killiman's gaze suddenly became serious. "You shouldn't do that, Conrad. You're a betrayal, and if you do, I'll tell everyone you're a traitor. ”

"Who have I betrayed?"

"Me."

"I just said two words, what kind of betrayal is this?" The Lord of the Night tilted his head as if nothing had happened, let go of his hand and rubbed his cheek.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Carlil, who was sitting nearby, focused on the latter's face, and only lowered his hand after making sure it was a familiar face and not a mask.

"Tsk, did you learn this rhetoric from Fogream?" The Lord of Otrama raised his hand slightly annoyed and poked his finger at the table with a serious one. "Don't play for his, Conrad. You don't know how he tortured Ferus with these words. ”

"Ferrus is clearly enjoying himself, who among us but Fogen can call him Gorgon?" Coates grinned, a genuine joy on his pale face that had become scarce in recent years.

"You have to argue with me about this, do you?" Killiman sighed heavily. The Makulag man shook his head helplessly, as always, not good at dealing with his younger brother.

Thankfully, a request for communication from his legion quickly saved him from this situation. After a few minutes, when he put down the communication equipment, which had been improved many times, his expression had become serious.

"Makado has arrived." Robert Killeman explained briefly. "That means we only have the last few hours left, and once it really starts, there's no going back."

Conrad Coetzes nodded slightly.

"yes, I know." He said. "So, Carlil, what do you think?"

The instructor of the Eighth Legion, who was reading the emperor's order, slowly raised his head.

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