Tujea heard his own breathing and heartbeat, very clearly and very naturally. However, he could only hear these two voices, and the rest had completely dissipated. Whether it was a prayer coming from behind the door, or a fire burning in the fireplace in Horst's room

Immediately after them, running with them to the realm of nothingness, was his sense of smell.

The smell of blood vanished with the evil rancid stench of chaos alone, and no trace could be found, as if they had never been there. Tujea felt a wave of fear, he didn't understand what was going on, but . Does he really need to know?

The dark eyes were still staring at him, and it hadn't blinked from the moment it appeared, as if its owner wasn't human, nor was it any living being, and didn't need to blink to keep it moist

Statue? Is it a statue?

Tujea was ridiculous at his idea, he really didn't understand where the hell it came from. However, after the self-deprecation ended, Tujea began to really see the idea as a possibility.

Yes, only statues have such eyes. It was as black as a jewel, dead as ice, and there was no emotion in it, only a pure nothingness.

No living being can have such eyes, not even the dead. Tujea has seen many corpses, and unless he is really dying in his sleep, he must have revealed at least one emotion in the moment before he died.

And in these eyes, there is nothing.

His emotions calmed down little by little, and humans are always very good at self-soothing.

It's just that some people do it to escape reality, to give their conscience a false hut that can be sheltered from the wind and rain for a short time. Some people don't, they just do it to stay calm and deal with the next thousand difficulties.

Tujea doesn't think he's the latter, but he does calm down a little. At the sound of his own breathing, he slowly raised his head and looked into the eyes that belonged to the 'statue'. Then he saw his own reflection in it.

"Emperor," Tujea said in a contemplative tone. "Where am I?"

No one answered, but a strong sense of weightlessness came from under his feet. Again, he stumbled and fell, but returned to the world from that abyss.

Sounds, smells, and light returned, matches crackled in the fireplace, and Horst's blood-stained black clothes were windless on the coat rack.

Tujea blinked, looking down at his hands in confusion and a growing sense of disobedience. The black shard was sitting quietly within, as if nothing had ever happened.

Tujea silently gripped the piece and placed it in his coat pocket, keeping it with his candy.

He left the abyss, but the owner of those eyes did not.

It wasn't until 10,000 years after Tujea's departure, or 10,000 10,000 years later, that he realized that someone had been here.

His once sharp senses had been tortured into countless blurred fragments for a long time, and in a place where there was no time to speak of, having such a sensitive five senses was tantamount to aggravating the punishment.

As a result, he became a madman who indulged in hallucinations.

"Who is it?" He asked, trembling and expectant.

No one answered, and there was no death.

——

"Ritual?" Ulmit asked.

"Ritual." Keur nodded, repeating the word again.

They stood side by side, knee-deep white mist drifting by, making it look like clouds in the sky. But there was darkness all around, and there were no stars or moons in the 'sky', only an iron-gray ceiling and five different flags hanging together.

The five Shadow Knight's think tanks were busy beside an iron coffin not far away, they didn't make any sound, and even when they walked, they were quiet like ghosts.

Ulmit watched them, still unable to discern where the words carved around the coffin came from. However, although he could not understand the words that gradually filled the entire coffin, he could understand who the coffin was for.

Ulmit asked again: "Shall I lie down later?" ”

"Yes."

"And then?"

"I don't know." Keul said.

He was still wearing a helmet, and the voice-changing function of the breathing grille was turned off, so Ulmit could clearly hear a clear smile from that sentence.

The Son of the End had no choice but to suppress the urge to ask. He knew very well that no matter what he asked any further.

If a Shadow Knight tells you he doesn't know, then he really doesn't.

Ulmit had never seen any of them lie, and they would try to be as honest as possible with a deserving traitor

Interestingly, in many cases, this honesty shines through in the interrogation.

But I'd rather you lie to me. Ulmit thought to himself.

Twelve minutes later, the iron coffin was erected by the think tanks, and the heavy lid of the coffin was slowly pushed open, and the inside was dark red, looking like dried blood.

Ulmet took a deep breath and began to disarm himself, not even sparing the helmet that hung on the buckle around his waist. A sluggish-looking servant took them one by one with his modified hands, and then disappeared into the colder fog.

Looking into the distance, the Child of the End calmly withdrew his gaze and walked towards the iron coffin that had been opened. The faces of the think tanks were hidden under their pitch-black hoods, and the glowing blue light bloomed in the darkness, and one of them suddenly raised his right hand to signal Ulmet to stop.

Immediately afterward, he asked, "Are you loyal, heir of Luojia?" ”

What is the problem? And that title

Ulmit frowned, and couldn't help but show a little disgust, but he answered the question anyway: "In the name of the Emperor and Terra, I am absolutely loyal. ”

"No, I'm asking you, are you loyal to Lorja Aurelian?"

Ulmit was stunned, and at this moment, the emotion on his face was going back and forth between anger and suppressed anger, and it was a full half minute before he answered, "No, I have no loyalty to him. ”

"Good." The man said.

In an instant, the world swirled, and Ulmit's extraordinary reaction speed did not play any role, and everything became a phantom about to tear apart.

Ulmit glared at them, and suddenly realized that he had walked into the coffin at some point. He stared sharply at the think tank that had spoken to him, and before he could utter a reproachful inquiry, the coffin was shut.

Darkness strikes and completely obscures everything. Immediately after, two muffled taps came from outside the lid of the coffin, as if someone was tapping their fingers as a reminder.

"Ready, son of Lorga Aurelian."

"Ready for what?" Ulmit asked.

No one answered his question, and beyond the coffin, just a layer of steel on the physical plane, the inscribed words began to glow with scarlet.

Ulmit subconsciously overlooked one thing when he observed the think tanks, that is, a rusty blade that was constantly passed in their hands. He'd seen so many 'ritual items' that he thought it was just one of them, and he was wrong.

As for those texts that he could not understand, they were Colchisian.

They are eulogies, written in the form of poetry. There are three men mentioned in the poem, Lorga Aurelian, Angle Tay, and Ulmit, who had just fallen in, Sergeant of the Son of End, a young man who did not even have a service nail on his forehead.

How can he be on a par with those two people?

Keur didn't care about the answer, he only cared about the result, he walked up to the think tanks and asked, "How long will this matter take?" ”

"You know I can't give you an answer, Warlord." The think tank that spoke to Ulmit answered his question truthfully, and he raised his hands and slowly removed his hood.

His eye sockets had been completely replaced, and it was hard to say whether silver or steel had replaced his brow bones, and psionic light burned permanently within his glass-transparent eyes.

"So, what about guessing?" Keul asked again.

"At least twelve hours." Think tank said. "It takes time for a trick to work, and besides, the person we want to deceive is Erebus."

"What? You don't seem to have much faith in this plan. ”

Think Tank shook his head and tapped the coffin again with his right hand. This time, it didn't make a sound.

"I'm just worried about Sergeant Ulmit." He spoke slowly. "Can he really keep his sanity under the onslaught of the truth? Even if he had a hatred for Lorja Aurelian in his heart, how long could this hatred last? ”

"Once he learns the truth, it will completely dissipate in confusion and shock. At that point, we may have to pray for the apparition of Ingreh Tai. ”

"No need to pray, he will come." Keul said.

The think tank shook his head, didn't say anything more, and left here with the others, who were going to meet the next war. However, Keur, who was the head of the warband, did not leave immediately.

He looked at the iron coffin and sighed softly.

Two centuries ago, Shen personally ordered such a coffin to be cast. It was made of a mixture of steel and a kind of ash, and in order to obtain that handful of ashes, the Shadow Knights lost two hundred and twelve battle brothers in that operation.

The handful of ashes came from a world that had long been destroyed, and its name was the City of Perfection.

Why Shen gave this order, no one knows, not even Kaiur has a clue about it. But he knew something else, like the whole picture.

Or rather, how this scam should work.

For 10,000 years, the name of the traitor Erebus has resounded in countless worlds, and instead of choosing to escape to the subspace like other traitors, he has arrogantly stayed in the real universe.

Even Azerkyl Abaddon, who commanded the Black Army, did not dare to be so bold, but under the madness of Erebath was an extremely cunning mind.

Unlike Abaddon, he never came near the solar system, nor did he join demons and traitors in his assault on Holy Terra. It is like a disease that slowly eats away at human health, only moving in those small details.

By the time she found out about his presence, it was already too late.

Erebus has been proven to have carried out at least twelve horrific plots over the past 10,000 years, each of which started in small ways and spread to an otherwise stable galaxy.

Just because he exists, he is hated by countless people. More than twenty warbands have announced that they will continue to hunt him down for centuries to come, but, until now, they have found nothing.

Erebus was a ghost, a real presence that could not be caught by anyone.

But he still had a longing, a longing that could be traced back to a creature that could be summoned freely by him.

Lorga Aurelian's skin.

In the words of Yago Sevitaleon, who once mocked it, 'Chaos has given you to Erebas, and you are nothing but a ridiculous creature who is regarded as a plaything and tool by his so-called priests, and you don't even have life. ’

'Do you think he is loyal to you?' You're wrong, he's trying to get your skin, open your eyes and see what he wants to do with you. He wants to be promoted, monster, do you understand? ’

After he said this, he ordered the launch of an extinction order, which blew the planet, which had been thoroughly polluted by chaos, into interstellar dust.

Erebus had long since fled, and after the incident, Yago Savitarion's words spread to all of the Nightblades present. They were all there, and it was a hunt for Erebus, initiated by the Midnight Blade himself.

Although they failed, some things were passed down, and this deception is one of the legacies of that incident.

Erebus wanted to be promoted, for whatever reason, but he did want to be promoted. Everything he did was to please the Chaos Gods, to gain greater power.

The conspiracies he hatched did bring him great power, but it wasn't enough, at least not enough in Yago Sevitalyon's cold reasoning, even if it was enough to destroy the world.

What Erebus really wants is evolution, so he has his sights on the last drop of Loja Aurelian's blood, and he will do whatever it takes to get it

Therefore, this time, he will definitely take the initiative to show his figure. He will definitely leave the dark corners and be exposed to the range of the macro cannon.

And this time, we're not going to let you slip away, we're all here, it's another hunt. Not only are we going to get that piece back, we're going to burn you to ashes in front of him. Keur thought with grudge.

Only, what he didn't know was that Erebus had already arrived, and he was waiting on a ship very close to them.

The ship was burning, just like the world below it.

(End of chapter)