You'll soon know who I am, but, for now, Konrad Coetzes. Hold his hand. 】

Who are you? And who is Conrad Coetzes? 】

Do you want to save him? 】

【. I think. 】

Then hold his hand. 】

The light curtain was dim, and the expressions of the noble imperial demigods beside the round table looked a little strange.

Take St. Giles as an example, the face of the angel of Baal has some obvious confusion on his face, which is very different from the way he usually smiles. There is no doubt that he was thinking about something, so what was he thinking about?

Why not ask Horus Lupecar, will the gang kid in Kosonia know what his closest brother is thinking right now?

The answer was yes, of course he knew, but he didn't have time to care.

"Is that my father's voice?" Horus didn't shoot the case, he just stood up very quickly and sent his voice to the ears of everyone in the room.

Riemann Ruth sighed, leaned on the table and waved lazily at him.

"Yes, yes, that's my father's voice, Horus sometimes I want to give you a nickname, you know?"

"What nickname?" Alfaris asked suddenly.

Ruth smiled wickedly, his overly sharp canine teeth glinting.

"It's better not to say it, my dear little brother. You're obviously trying to get me into trouble for a week with this bald guy. ”

Alpharis shrugged and patted himself on the top of his head, laughing too, but not very clearly. Rog Dorn's gaze swept over them calmly, and then he stood up as well.

"Yes, that's my father's voice." Inwitt said. "But I don't think that's the most important thing we need to care about right now, this-"

He looked down at the tape, swallowed back what he had meant to say, and replaced it with a more polite title.

"—Narrator, sir, what it's doing is what matters. We should let it continue. ”

[Hey, how can you assume my gender?] 】

"Ma'am?"

[Hah! 】

The light curtain flickered, and it seemed to be laughing, and it was endless. After a few seconds, the rapid flickering slowly stopped.

[No, just call me sir, although it doesn't matter at all.] It's been a lot of fun dealing with you guys, and I can't wait to see how you'll react when you see the back.]

"You seem to be looking forward to it?" Peturabo asked gloomily and coldly.

[Oh, don't get me wrong, it's just a little bit.] This kind of thing is not very common even for me, especially this time. Ha, anyway, the next thing is the main event, and I would like to advise you with all my respect, you better be prepared. 】

"What preparation?" Chagatai asked.

He squinted his eyes, leaned forward slightly, and his sitting posture suddenly seemed quite threatening.

[What do you think, the great khan who has not yet had time to become the only eagle? 】

Chagatai leaned back in his chair and stopped talking.

He is not the first person to have a change in his expression, everyone here is a genetic protogen, and even if someone has a flawed personality, his intelligence level is still far beyond ordinary people. Of course, they heard the meaning of the tape, but was it really possible?

Horus sat back in his chair and gave up thinking. He didn't want to follow that sentence to imagine, and what was revealed behind it seemed a little beyond his cognition even to him.

[Very well, it seems that you have no opinion on the great transcendent and noble invincible genetic protoplasm]

The light curtain immediately shook, as if it couldn't wait, and quickly projected the next scene. Conrad Coetzes crouched in his chair, staring at the image with a blank face, his hands still dripping blood.

In terms of the recovery power of the original body, he should have been healed a long time ago.

[No, Carlil Lohals, nameless ghost, this is not death. 】

The light curtain flickered, and a huge thunderclap resounded throughout the room in an instant, and the white light illuminated everyone's faces. Corus Corax turned his head expressionlessly, looking at the only one of them with a faint light, only to find that the man's dark eyes were staring at the light curtain without reservation.

He wanted to say something, but Horus's voice overwhelmed everything at this moment.

"Father?!"

The Kosonians shouted these words, and stood up again in shock, looking at the man wearing the laurel crown and the golden armor that appeared on the light curtain, his face full of confusion.

Inevitably, Riemann Ruz scratched the side of his face with his hand and asked with a grunt, "How many times have you shouted today, brother?" ”

Hardly anyone paid any attention to him, except for Alfaris snickering and gesturing a number at him. Their communication was unnoticed, and most of them were glued to the light curtain, wondering what was going to happen next.

[Are you Karil Lohals?] No, you're not. Karil Lohals is long dead, knocking at the gates of hell at the last moment of his life, and you, you ghost, have come from behind them. 】

[Or, let's put it another way.] This is the Earth, the Eurasian border at some point in B.C., and the movement of the plots has not yet made it disappear, and those people are preparing dinner, and they have just finished a long day's work. 】

[My son—you call him a ghost, and I call him Conrad Coetzes.] 】

【. He is one of my visions for the future of humanity. 】

[I want to thank you, ghost, for protecting him and saving him from a bumpy path. But I didn't save you because he wanted to. So, are you going to accept it? 】

【What to accept?】 】

[Become Carlil Lohals.] 】

[I accept.] 】

The picture zooms in, quickly and directly, straight on the pale face.

[I still owe him a knife.] 】

The light curtain went out, and no more images were revealed. There was not even a text, and the tape suddenly fell silent, making one wonder if something was wrong with it.

The Primitives didn't have time to care why this chattering so-called storyteller was silent at this moment, they all had their own thoughts going on in their minds, however, there were always some people who would be the exceptions.

Like Conrad Coetzes.

After a full ten minutes of waiting, he rushed to the round table in three steps and two steps, kicked the tape, and then rushed down the long table unabated. He pressed it viciously against the stone wall, pressing his sharp nails against the pitch-black surface of the tape.

The Nostramo man looked back at the light curtain, but then turned his face closer to the tape and whispered menacingly.

"What about the back?" He asked. "You'd better be honest, you endless abominable machine, or I'll tear you down."

[You can dismantle it.] 】

"I'm not kidding you!" Coetzes roared. "It's been ten minutes! Tell me what's going on behind the scenes! I want to know if this fool is dead or alive, and if their ridiculous ideals drowned them! ”

[Don't worry, radio shows need time to insert commercials, not to mention that you're watching a parallel universe story]

Magnus suddenly raised his arms and shouted, and raised his fist excitedly.

"You damn thing!" Coetzes ignored his brother. He laughed angrily, raised his right hand in the air, and was about to throw the tape to the ground.

At the critical moment, it was a slender left hand as white as condensed jade that stopped him.

Vogrim gripped his wrist sternly and asked, "What do you want to do, Conrad?" ”

"I'm going to smash this!"

"I don't think you can do that." Ferus Manus, who was still sitting in his seat, said calmly.

His words drew a lot of attention, and Coz was one of them. The Nostramo man turned his head like a beast and stared at him coldly, his eyes full of menace.

Ferrus's eyes narrowed, and his right hand began to tap his left arm rhythmically, and the sound of metal clashing was endless. However, the confrontation didn't last long, as Fogrem reached out his right hand and pulled Coetze's head back without refusal.

He got a wild growl.

"What? Are you going to bite me, Conrad? Fogham asked disappreciatively, then snatched the tape from Coetze's hand and even raised it at him very calmly.

"You can give it a try." He said. "I promise you'll bite back, that's how I treated machines that wouldn't listen to me when I was a worker."

"Do you know how I deal with criminals who don't listen to me?" Coates asked with a sneer, pulling out his right hand by the way, hiding both hands in the long sleeves of his wide black robe.

"I'm not interested in knowing." Fogrem said.

He turned, grabbed the tape, and walked back to the round table. Conrad Coetzes hunched his back, his hands already sticking out of his long sleeves, his nails so sharp that they glistened in the air.

He flapped his fingers and silently followed Vogrim. Unconcerned, the Chemus reached out and threw the tape back into the center of the round table. As for Coetzes.

He quietly returned to his seat.

Ruth grinned at him.

"Shut up, you stinking wolf." Nostramo said without raising his head.

"You too, shut up, you little idiot trying to pretend you don't care."

Ruth laughed, and his young, wild face was not a little annoyed, but full of joy. His words caused Koz to raise his head and begin to peer gloomily at Ruth from behind the cage forged by broken hair.

"How?" The Fenris chuckled and spread his hands, shrugging nonchalantly. "Do you think there's something wrong with what I'm saying?"

"I'm going to tear your throat open so you can see your trachea"

"And I'll break every finger of you before that and stick them in your mouth."

"I'll let you suffocate in your own blood, and beg me for relief, but I'm not going to lend you a hand, wolf." Conrad Coetzes coldly put away his hands and shook his head slowly. "I'll show you what pain is."

"Anyone can say cruel things, little brother." Ruth laughed again, and that was the last thing he said. In the eyes of St. Giles, who were very disapproving of it, the Fenris wisely kept their mouths shut.

The light curtain flickered just right.

[The argument between you is quite interesting. 】

"Please keep playing, Mr. Narrator." Roger Dorn said. "We all have our own things to do today, and we can't completely waste time on such a movie."

[How?] Don't you think this story is worth wasting a whole day on? 】

"I don't have time to waste on anything." Dorne replied calmly. "I need to continue to learn the theory of military affairs, my teacher Olanius is a grumpy middle-aged man, he won't like me to be late."

[I suggest you beat him up.] 】

“.”

Dorne was silent, not even knowing how to answer it. And if anyone asked, Petura said he enjoyed Roger Donne's unspoken silence.

But he cared more about something else now—the so-called narrator had been communicating with them ever since the light curtain was on, no matter how much disrespect there was, and how much obvious mockery it contained

There is one thing that is very positive.

This narrator is self-aware.

None of its actions can be explained by the so-called programming, and every reaction and every sentence is filled with a kind of understatement cynicism. Perturabo loathed this attitude, but he wanted to know more about what this so-called narrative machine was.

So he asked bluntly.

"What the hell are you?" The Olympian asked.

He slowly stood up and drew the ceremonial sword at his waist. It was cold and shining, and it was very sharp—yes, it was indeed a ceremonial sword, at least for Perturabo.

He raised his sword and pointed it at the black tape.

"Explain, or I'll destroy you."

[I'm not interested in talking to you, Perturabo. As your brother Roger Dorn said, his time is precious. Actually, everyone's time is precious, and I don't want to waste your time together.

"So, are you going to keep playing?" Ruth asked with a snort. "I mean, what about the second half of the story? Narrator? Did the man named Carlil come back to life, and what did our father do to him? ”

The light curtain flickered, and the picture lit up again, and was frozen in a face that glittered in the darkness, a miserable white, blood-soaked face.

The face of Carlil Lohals.

But the problem wasn't there, it was the giant across from him, a giant covered in bruises, with steel braids on the back of his head and a face twisted like a ghost.

"What's going on?" The genoplasm from Nukeria asked, confused.

The answer he got was a roar from Conrad Coetzes.

(End of chapter)