I'm out of control.

Carlil exhaled a cloudy breath with a shudder, slowly letting go of his hands that were still tense.

He was still remorseful for what had happened before, and what he had promised Conrad was to take a good look at them instead of nearly strangling a warband leader as soon as they met.

Moreover, Scaladry was as Caeull claimed, and there was no sin in him. Colmi's death was a pure accident, but it was a chain reaction

She was crushed to death by the statue of the emperor that knocked down the shockwave brought by Scaradryk's landing, and the whole process was not obvious, and the two of them had no grudges.

Although Colmi's soul saw everything because of the high level of hatred at the time, she didn't say anything, but after learning all this, she straightforwardly forgave the ignorant Scaradryk, and ran to the resting place in the vengeful god realm in high spirits.

There, what she never had in her life was finally realized after her death.

No more shifts of factory duty or endless internal audits, no more worrying about a tired body, and falling asleep trembling with the fear of tomorrow

All these things were completely gone, and at the last moment, the only thing she held in her hands was a quiet sleep.

However, as a civilian, Colmy can give up all this, but the god of vengeance cannot.

The god of vengeance is equally and pervasive, and he wants to hold any grudge in his hand until sweet blood is clutched out

Even if the victims are not willing to take revenge, He will force them. If it weren't for Carlil's awakening, this vendetta would have been completely resolved the moment Scaladry ascended to the Vengeful Realm.

Colmi will be forced to awaken from her slumber, and the god of vengeance will personally shove the blade into her hand until one of them is completely dead.

Yes, this is the truth of the so-called god of vengeance - all this time, it was only Karil Lohals who kept his principles. As for the deity behind it, He doesn't care about anything.

Carlil sighed, already understanding that he had been affected.

In the past, it was his human side that influenced the gathered divinity and took over. Now it is different, the situation has been reversed.

He imprisoned himself for indescribable endless years. Even if he is out of trouble, how much firm will he have left to dominate his body?

Unlike him, the body of a god has spent 10,000 years in the real universe, and he is no longer the god who can be deceived by simple tricks.

Although He still has no wisdom to speak of, the more rigid and rigid God is, the more terrible it becomes.

Carlil frowned deeply, once again deeply doubting his resurrection.

Looking back now, Litatra was indeed a worthy altar, but how could it so easily allow the human side of a god to escape the prison he had set up for himself?

It doesn't make sense, there is only one planet in the galaxy that can generate this power, but she has long since been shattered.

Carlil was silent, and the more he thought about it, the more incomprehensible it became—yes, he knew that the Emperor was definitely behind this, but he was the only one who supported it.

It's not enough, it's not enough.

So, who else is pushing?

After a few seconds, when all impossible answers were eliminated, a name that should not have appeared slowly appeared.

It rose out of the world of logic in a perverse way, and as soon as it appeared, it left a deep imprint on Carlil's mind, forcing him to look back at the past, grasping at the tiny traces that were not evidenced, and sniffing them out.

He is as focused as a hunting beast, but as calm as a drowned sleeping on the surface of a frozen lake

Only at this moment did he look like the man he was 10,000 years ago.

Tzeentch.

Carlil silently pronounced the name.

Nine seconds later, he got a semblance of a chuckle. This is no different from affirmation, the Lord of All Changes, at this moment is terrifyingly honest, and he easily admits that it is all secretly pushing it all by.

But is this really the case?

Karil was silent for a while, and took out a blood-stained bone face from his bosom. The blood that had been stained still lingered on it, changing its color and making it look bloody. He clutched it tightly, as if hesitating whether he should put it on.

The idea is tempting, and simply wearing it can briefly call for authority to gain more power. He has a lot of questions that need to be communicated with Terra's side from a distance, and Machado will certainly be able to solve his problems.

However, if it had been before, he would not have needed to turn to the power of authority at all. However, this is not the same as in the past, the galaxy is now full of violent subspace storms, not to mention, he is still in Litatra, which has just finished a real god-calling ceremony

Deadend?

Carlil narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment, but he completely calmed down - there was no need for him to be so anxious, he couldn't be in a hurry.

What's more, he's dealing with Tzeentch.

The laughter sadly faded away.

Silent, Carlil put the bone face back in his arms and left his room with a sense of helplessness.

Once upon a time, he didn't need this kind of self-exhortation, but now he has to be so cautious and careful. And that's just the beginning.

Carlil knew that he had to find a way to deal with those uncontrollable emotions, and if not, who could guarantee that he would have enough self-control for the next outburst?

If there is really bloodshed

He didn't want to think about it anymore, and instead began to redouble his efforts to restrain the untamable manic thoughts in his mind.

They may be a word, they may be an impulse, or they may simply be an abstract concept that does not take on any shape, but they are all bleeding and full of extreme impulses.

It was also helpless, he had shut himself up in the darkness for too long, so long that that the eternal moment had a real and indelible damage to him

Carlil remembers how he treated Luojia's skin after he got out of trouble. Even if it is glorified in the best language, it is a brutal murder, and it is not about revenge.

Perhaps, objectively, he did it. But there was no righteous indignation in his heart at that time, only the surging pleasure brought by the exercise of extreme violence.

It's like, he was born to be this kind of person, no, he was born a monster.

Did I really turn into a monster?

He slowly stopped, turning his head to look into another corner of the darkness.

There, a demon named Larch stays in the midst of it. Its temporary host, an avenger named Tujea, was looking at him in shock.

"Hello." Carlil greeted. "This should be the first time we've officially met, Mr. Tujea."

"You're good, sir." The avenger swallowed a mouthful of saliva and replied.

He had clearly heard something from Larch's mouth that he should not know, and it was from them that the fear he was showing at the moment came from.

Carlil understood him, and waved his hand rather sternly, stopping Larch from dragging him towards him.

The cloak fell listlessly for this, completely enveloping Tujea's body, and no longer had the slightest activity. The avenger himself apparently knew why, and the fear he thought he had hidden well had finally dispelled somewhat.

"I'm sorry." Carlil said. "Larch is not a creature that likes to follow orders, and it must have caused you a lot of trouble in the past few days."

Larch?

Tujea nodded and said, "I see—but, is there any way to get it, uh, out of me?" ”

The corner of Larch's original hanging ground was dangerously erected at this moment, as if he was very dissatisfied with what he had said. Countless scarlet beast pupils gradually opened in the silky darkness, and although it was only for a moment, it was genuine.

Karil glanced at it, forced it to calm down again, and made sure it didn't make any minor moves before he began answering Tujea's question.

"It's certainly not a good choice to have an avenger with a creature like it, but we don't have an option right now, Mr. Tujea. What you have been through has affected you so much that Larkh will probably have to stay with you in order to protect you. ”

His words made Tujea lick his lips slightly nervously, the avenger was clearly not happy about the matter, and besides, he had no choice. Tujea was silent for a moment, then nodded quickly and turned away from the darkness, acting rather amused.

Carlil watched him go, ignoring Larch's thoughts that were completely unobstructed to him. He couldn't let it come back to him right now, even if it would help a little.

The investigator named Tujea needed it far more than he did.

Carlil pondered these things and walked until he reached a conference room inside the fortress, where he left the darkness once and for all.

Keur and Shehr had been waiting here for some time, and the recent episode had not disrupted their set pace and rhythm.

However, seeing Karil emerge from the darkness in person still gave the Supreme Master of the Blade of Judgment some shock.

Yes, the Night King's offspring have always been adept at moving in the dark or shadows, and stealth skills are a top priority for recruits.

At some point, each recruit must perform a solo infiltration mission to prove that he or she has the ability to be "independent".

But what is this?

Sheikher was pretty sure that their 'instructor' had not existed in this room before, and what did his ability and stealth have to do with it?

Stealth is an ability that outweighs all else, and even if you train for years, you must always be vigilant. And now. Frankly, Shehr was reminded of the other king of the Killers of the Galaxy, and his children.

However, their talents seemed to be somewhat different from what was happening in front of him.

Sheikh himself could not tell where this feeling came from. He only felt that this was by no means any kind of "stealth" ability in his cognition.

Carlil knew the complexity of his eyes, but didn't give a word of explanation. He himself didn't understand why the technique had become such a form after that moment of eternal torment.

Therefore, even if it is explained, it is only a misunderstanding. It is better to choose silence and wait until a good time to fully reveal these things.

Don't get me wrong, Carlil wasn't one of his friends, he wasn't mystic, he simply didn't think he was capable of explaining to others right now. He himself only knows a little about too many things, so how can he solve people's doubts?

"Instructor."

Keur bowed his head in greeting. Shehr followed suit and did the liturgy without leaking.

He now felt the urge to go to the Nightfall and read the Book of Night, to read Conrad Coetze's own writings and the descriptions of Carlil Lohals.

Sheikh really wanted to find some clues in it, otherwise, he really couldn't have been able to connect this violent man full of mysteries with the eternally calm man in the book

Carlil bowed slightly at them, some thought flashing through his mind. He was already trying to control them, but he still couldn't help but express his coldness in words.

"You don't have to respect me so much, in fact, you don't even need to ask me for any advice, I can't help you."

Kaiur nodded, ignoring the words, and instead spoke of a message that had just come from Litatra's orbit: "The brothers of the Mother Band have sent back the news from the Nightfall that the traitors have completely retreated into subspace.

"They didn't choose to pursue?" Sheikher asked with a frown. "This doesn't seem to be in line with the character of the leader of the Sevita Leon Clan"

"Because it's not him directing now." Keul said expressionlessly. "Now the director of the think tank is temporarily in the position of commander, and the whereabouts of the head of the Savita Leon war regiment are unknown for the time being."

"Missing?" Sheihr's brow furrowed more and more. "Shouldn't he be on the Nightfall all the time? Why is it missing? ”

"The message link is being established, Grand Master." Kaul smiled at him with a sinister smile. "So, if you have a lot of questions, we might as well move to a position outside the fortress, where my brothers have assembled a communications array, and I'm sure you'll get answers there soon."

Shehr looked at him in confusion, wondering why Keur had suddenly acted so mean.

Naturally, he didn't know why, and Kaurir wouldn't have told him the reason - no matter how you look at it, it wasn't a good thing to bring up in front of another warband.

He walked to the door on his own, pushed it open, and turned to Carlil, who looked at him with a question.

He received a calm bow and a word of reassurance.

"He'll be back soon." Carlil said. "Yago has many kinds of power, but rest or sleep is not in it."

As the words fell, he took the lead and left the room.

(End of chapter)