The Nukerians turned their heads as soon as they heard the roar, but they could still see only a fleeting black shadow.

He had expected the shadow to rush in front of him, but he was wrong. Still stubbornly rushing towards the round table, it was stopped midway by another speeding white phantom. The two collided, and the resulting loud sound made the eardrums rise.

"How dare you stop me?!" Conrad Coetzes growled again.

"You seem to have missed a few etiquette lessons, brother." St. Giles frowned slightly, and replied.

The Bal angel's feet did not touch the ground, he flapped his wings slightly, and he was suspended in mid-air, but the powerful arms grasped Coetze's outstretched hands so firmly that he could not move.

"Does the place he came from really need etiquette?" Riemann Ruth asked. He still had that malicious smile on his face.

St. Giles glanced at him, and the Fenriss shut their mouths again.

His wings folded, and he landed slowly. Koz seized the moment and suddenly took two steps back, so force that the ground shattered.

He wanted to use this to upset the balance of St. Giles, but the angel did not move, his hands were like statues cast from steel, and his muscles that had been extremely beautiful suddenly bulged at this moment, and the burst of power turned him into a wall that could not be shaken by anything.

The angel shook his head, slowly drawing his face closer to his brother, who was baring his teeth and growling, staring fearlessly into the dark eyes, in which he saw his own expressionless reflection.

"Even though that videotape gentleman is rude, man." He spoke calmly. "You're still a lot more than that, and besides, it's got one thing right. It's just a story that never happened, so why would you care so much? ”

A sneer crossed Nostramo's face.

"Of course you can ignore it, you proud domestic bird. Look at you, full of radiance. Should I kneel down before you and ask for forgiveness, my lord? ”

He replied softly with malice, revealing an icy air current, a temperature that almost made one wonder if he was still alive.

"So, why do you care so much, Conrad?" Angron interjected into the conversation and asked.

He slowly left his seat, white cables scattered all over his head steadily delivering the elixir that would cure the aftermath of the Butcher's Nail, his blue eyes full of concern.

Of course, this kind of emotion is completely unacceptable to someone.

"Put away your hypocrisy!" The Nostramo man roared. "Don't let me see you staring at me like that even once, or I'll gouge out your eyes!"

St. Giles suddenly exerted his strength.

"Apologize to him, brother." He said harshly and ruthlessly.

"I don't think you're my brothers." Coates turned his head and grinned. "Come on, don't use that word to call me. Some of us are destined to betray, start wars, and burn empires and galaxies. Maybe that person is you, St. Giles? ”

"Enough!" There was an angry shout from the round table, and Horus Lupecar stood up. "You're a little too headstrong, Conrad!"

"It's better than you, a father's big-sized proto-child." With a smirk, Conrad Coetzes responded.

This harsh but irrefutable remark made Horus's face turn red and white. Still not satisfied, he simply turned his head and scanned each of his 'brothers' with a smirk, his eyes rather cold.

He opened his mouth.

St. Giles sighed, a flash of white light, and one of his wings sent a gust of wind through the stone chamber, forcing Coates to swallow his words back into his stomach.

"Magnus." He turned his head to look at the most pedantic of them. "Could you please use your psionic energy to help us get to the beginning of our current situation?"

The crimson Magnus hesitantly raised his right hand.

St. Giles sighed again.

He remained as gentle as he could, and asked, "What is it, brother?" ”

"Yes, yes, but what do you want?"

"Hammer." Alfaris said quietly. "Or a sword."

"I can understand the sword, but what do you want a hammer for?" Riemann Ruth asked with interest.

Alfaris smiled and didn't answer, but just clasped his right hand and made a gesture of tapping his teeth.

"Duct tape to shut him up for a moment will do, Magnus." St. Giles ignored their movements for a moment, and replied tiredly.

But Magnus obviously had a different opinion, he nodded, and after a few seconds, he still hesitantly raised his right hand: "Uh, but, even the highest level of duct tape probably can't bind him for a long time."

"If you dare to really make a roll of tape and come out, I'll kill you!" The Nostramo man roared. "And I'm going to burn every book you've hidden! Wait and see, nerd! ”

Ruth burst out laughing, he raised his right hand and hammered the table: "Hammer——! ”

Alfaris nodded and agreed, "Hammer." ”

Outside of the state of affairs, Ferus Manus frowned and shook his head rather seriously. He quietly turned his head to look at the curtain of light. There was actually a line of small print on it.

What do you think I'm doing? 】

Let's put an end to this farce. Medusa Gorgon thought silently in his heart.

[It's a farce, but why should I end it?] 】

I know you can, I beg you.

[I can do it, but I can, and I want to or not, but it's two different things. This is a rare farce, performed by the great, noble and proud Genogenital himself, how can it be interrupted in the middle of it? Still, since you've said so-]

Suddenly, the videotape, which had been lying quietly on the round table, vibrated violently, and a blinding blue light immediately burst out of it, and when the light dissipated, both St. Giles and Conrad Cotz actually returned to their seats.

Not only that, but the hands and feet of the Nostramo were even bound by a kind of rings that glowed blue. No matter how much he struggled, it didn't help.

He was visibly mad, and the veins on his forehead bulged. He opened his mouth and roared, but he couldn't make a sound, like a good mime.

Then, a voice came out of the tape, a male voice that sounded like he was always smiling lightly.

"-You're really making a fuss." He commented.

"It's talking." Perturabo narrowed his eyes. "It's really self-aware. An abomination of intelligence? ”

"No, it's not." The tape lightly dismisses this speculation. "It doesn't matter who I am, and I advise you not to take it so seriously. The odds of us meeting are ridiculously small, even as small as an ant drawing a Mona Lisa in its nest. ”

"What the hell do you want to do?" Vulcan, who had remained silent almost all the time, asked solemnly.

"I don't want to do anything." The tape says. "I just want to ask you to read this stupid story quietly and not to happen like this again. Do you know what your father gave for this opportunity? Friendly reminder, I'm not such a kind businessman."

No matter how the primordials reacted to its words, the light curtain flickered again. The picture, which had been static and even dimmed, began to move smoothly again.

In the frame, Angrand, whose face is distorted like a demon, reaches out with lightning speed and grabs Karil Lohals's neck. The muscles of his hands were violent, and the strength was so great that he had no doubt about his killing intent at the moment.

The victim was indifferent and did not appear to be alarmed. Immediately after, a flash of golden light flashed like flames, and Angron howled suddenly, and he immediately retreated, even inserting his hands into the wriggling steel braid at the back of his head.

His face was going back and forth between madness and pain, and it frightened those who saw it.

[Leave.] Angron in the picture has his head down, gasping for breath with difficulty. 【You must leave】

The man named Carlil Lohals did not answer, half of his body still hidden in the darkness. However, at this moment, the primordials were keenly aware of something was wrong.

Compared to when he was still in Nostramo, he had become too tall, even surpassing many of the original ones

[Let's go!] Get lost! I don't care about you! I don't need your help! 】

[No, you need it. 】

Carlil said, and began to walk slowly, calmly towards the man who had tried to kill him not long ago. Angron roared angrily again, but no one could hear a fear in the broken howl.

Fear? Why fear?

The Nukerians sighed.

"He was afraid that he would kill him." He said, in a very dry tone.

He stared at the image, his hands clenched unconsciously. He didn't know what was going to happen next, and for a moment, he didn't even dare to look in the direction of Konrad Coetzes.

However, the next thing turned out to be beyond everyone's expectations.

In the picture, in the face of Angeland, who has gone completely crazy, Karil Lohals does not resist at all. He even took the initiative to open his hands to meet the furious charge full of murderous intent, allowing himself to be firmly grasped by those blood-stained hands.

Then, he did only one thing.

He cupped the distorted face and gently wiped the blood from under his eyes, as if to wipe away the tears.

Angron was stunned, he couldn't understand such a thing. The butcher's nails continued to urge him to drill and destroy his brain, forcing the blood vessels in his forehead to burst.

Fury took control of the body again, and Angron should have clenched his hands and killed Carlil once and for all, however, this time, his fingers failed to make any movement.

Not only that, but he couldn't even turn his head. A pair of pale hands pressed against the ends of his cheeks, forcing him to move.

[It's you again. The man in the picture speaks in a low voice, his voice soft, but there is a palpable anger boiling and burning in it.

The light curtain went out again.

Riemann Ruth suddenly threw out a Fenris, fast and long, loud. Even judging by the expression on his face alone, this sentence is obviously not a good word.

Coincidentally, Robert Killiman also whispered something, and soon a series of cacophony resounded throughout the stone room. Everyone seemed to be unhappy about this, and among the many primitives, only one did not speak.

Why, is it because you don't want to?

"Why do you always stop at the best of the story?" Leon El Johnson asked, rather unpleasantly.

"Maybe it was intentional." Peturabo snorted coldly. "It's just trying to see how we react."

The voice in the tape chuckled very happily.

"I'm not that bored yet. In fact, this is what your only father asks. It said slowly in a very unpleasant tone. But what can I do? Even though I'm a businessman, I'm still very honest. ”

"The will of our Father?" Lorga Aurelian suddenly began to ask seriously. "Mr. Narrator, what the hell did he say?"

Two chuckles are heard on the tape, the image is dimmed, and then lights up again.

This time, it also obviously omitted something, as Angeland had appeared in a rather advanced medical room, a large blue U-shaped coat of arms gleaming on the walls.

Robert Kiliman frowned sharply, and he had a million questions to ask. He had even stood up to figure out what was going on. However, the footage did not stop again, but continued to play.

[That was seven months ago, and it was the sixteenth year that I had been in the Colosseum. 】

[I agreed, and then, when I woke up. Oinomouth is dead. 】

[Four hundred and seventy-one, I killed four hundred and seventy-one people, I only remember that I killed four hundred and seventy-one people. 】

[Judgment.] 】

【Adult. My name is Oinomouth and I'm from the desert. 】

[My name is Akar, and I'm from the forest. 】

[My name is Milkan and I am from the snowy mountains. 】

[My name is Janio, I was born in the gladiatorial arena, and I am the child of a gladiator. 】

[I am Angrand's father. 】

And me, who was his brother. 】

[Me too.] 】

[I am his sister, and I died when he was eight years old. 】

[My lord, we are his relatives. He has saved us countless times, in gladiatorial battles, in the punishment of slave owners. He takes away our bitter tears and feeds us with His own blood. 】

[He has countless opportunities to escape and become a free man, but he would rather stay in the gladiatorial arena because he does not want to see us die. 】

[His kindness made him tortured into a monster. 】

We have been wandering in this blood-stained sand pit, and I have seen him shatter with my own eyes, and we all do, my lord. 】

The Nukerian looked at the picture incredulously, he had lost the ability to speak.

Unlike the man in the picture, he had only been in the arena for less than five years, and had only been nailed for three months before he was lucky enough to be found by the emperor. But he did know the illusory souls, every single one of them

Indeed, they were all his relatives.

Actually, they're in Terra right now. They sailed with him to Terra, the only thing the Nukerians wanted.

Stop, Angelon. This gladiatorial fight, we fight with you. 】

The light curtain slowly went out, again, again.

"You" Nukeria got up angrily, pointing to the tape, his fingers trembling, and he was silent.

"Oh, trust me, you won't particularly want to see the rest of the story." The voice in the tape said slowly. "Especially considering that your legion is still on its way to meet you"

The Nukerian took a deep breath and said very seriously, even bowing slightly.

"I beg you to keep playing, it's important to me."

Unmoved, the tape asks, "To whom is this story unimportant?" Look at the talkable guy sitting diagonally across from you, he doesn't have a problem - oh, I'm sorry. ”

With a flash of blue light, Conrad Coetze roared at a deafening volume: "Continue-continue-release——! ”

"Really?" The tape asks suspiciously. "Shouldn't you let me go back to where I was? Aren't you curious about how Karil Lohals came back to the real world? ”

"Needless to say, this must be my father's might." Lorga Aurelian said with great reverence.

He was oblivious to the adjective used in the tape, and only a few people were keenly aware of what it meant.

Back in the real world? Perturabo frowned deeply.

"Don't make me say it a third time, you machine that's supposed to rot in the stinking gutter." Conrad Coetzes gasped and gritted his teeth.

"I've been to places like stinking gutters, but it's a city sewer, and it's a drunken mistake. Unlike you, a little black bat, you grew up in a stinking gutter. ”

At the sound of Conrad Coetze's howl, Riemann Ruth suddenly approached the round table in a serious manner.

"Tell you the truth, Mr. Narrator." He spoke slowly. "Do you know one thing?"

"What?"

"You're almost as terrible in character as we are combined." Fenris said in awe.

"Thanks for the compliment, but, to refute your slander against me—" The tape laughed, and the light curtain lit up.

The screen flashed quickly, and even with the dynamic vision of the original body, there was no way to find the slightest useful information from such a rapid speed. After a few seconds, the picture slows down and becomes clearer, and the sound reappears.

[Live, Carlil Lohals, the covenant between you and me has not yet burned out. 】

I am Angron of Nukeria, and I have come to kill you. 】

The image shifts, writhes, and finally freezes on the skeleton of a trembling midnight ghost. It was completely covered in ashes, emitting green smoke, and there was not a trace of flesh and blood, only a pale, endless gray.

The picture freezes again and goes out.

"- How?" The tape asks expectantly. "My personality isn't bad at all, is it?"

(End of chapter)