"I think Yago Sevitalyone has finally gone crazy."

—Excerpt from a speech by Genogen Robert Killeman at a post-war conference.

Carlil looked at the line and silently slid his finger. The blood was finally no longer oozing out of the bandage, but he still had some difficulties to deal with, such as the problem of biosignals.

The latest model of technology could not pick up his bio-signals, as if it were not being held by a living person, but by a corpse stuffed into stiff, slag-laden fingers.

If it weren't for Karil's painstaking search to find his key to authority from the depths of his memory, he wouldn't even be able to use it.

With the swipe of his finger, a new page appeared, and he swept through a large area of text, most of which were battle reports and data overviews, and Carlil quickly flipped through them to find the full version of this sentence at the end of the article.

Since the Hunter left, he had read a lot of reports, most of them in very detailed file types, and the databoard was a different experience, so fragmented that it took him a lot of searches to read an entire report.

[There are still twenty minutes left before the total attack time set by the Lord of the Ultramarines, but revenge will not wait. Her prayers went unanswered, and God would, at least the one I knew. 】

"Therefore, Company Commander Cyrus, I hope you will forgive him for violating military orders for the time being. In any case, judging by the results, he made the enemy retreat. ”

How did I do that? The answer is simple, wind. 】

He whispered, "The key and the door go hand in hand, and no matter what sins Azek Ariman has committed against his legions and the Primordials, he has no guilt for humanity and the Empire. I'm different, and I'm ashamed of him. ”

[The price I paid was a twenty-five years of slumber. 】

[For many years, I was able to perceive every bit of psionic or chaotic power in the air, and the torment caused by this punishment began to multiply exponentially. 】

The blood-stained medical bandages fell in circles, sticking to skin that had not fully recovered or broken flesh. His breathing was heavi, and beneath his pale face was something inhumanoid agitating in it.

[The woman watched her family be murdered, and her husband and daughter were pierced and lifted up by the same claws, and flesh and blood flew everywhere. Everything about her was wiped out at that moment, except for her pain. 】

"And, father, how are you going to explain it to Sai who came to me later?"

[Considering their well-known Empire's stealth ability, I don't think there is any possibility of carelessness in this matter, and he deliberately let us find out.] At the same time, the Nightblades stationed inside the fortress with him did not follow. 】

"Fenris?" The hunter shouted in the wind. "Are you going to Fenris, instructor?"

Even Sevita, who was still 'recuperating' from the think tanks in the infirmary, inevitably opened her eyes and looked at the office with a stunned face.

They are not blood, at least not human blood.

[For example, this time, although I was jointly asked by the Ultramarines at the post-event meeting, if they fight together in the future, they must act with them.] But, as Robert Killeman said, I let them retreat. And that's enough. 】

Carlil flipped down again, and saw the Cyrus company commander speak.

It is divided into three sections.

How could he not have known that this was completely unreasonable and insane? His sanity was screaming and begging him not to do it, but there was no room for much reason in his heart.

"Well, now that you've made up your mind. But does you really understand what price you have to pay? ”

He looked at them expressionlessly, slowly bowing his head after five seconds. The sound of chanting sounded from the mouths of the unjust souls, but it disappeared in the next second.

[There's screams in the wind, and something else.] I could tell who the scream was coming from, as they knew. 】

"Do you really think he'll take it? You gave him the opportunity to atone for his sins, and he thanked him for it for ten thousand years, and he sent you and our emperor to be gods for a long time—and now you run to him and say you want to apologize."

"I see, Primordial."

The skeleton is the base, and the obsidian-like material forms the surface of the gate, on which incomprehensible words twist and embrace, as if they are entangled with each other in a volcanic eruption. Or run to the enemy's old enemy at the last moment of his life.

"I have to apologize to him in person."

The moonlight in his shadow took the souls where they were supposed to go—the graveyard or the wasteland, the city of the dead or the temple of bones, there was something for them.

The spirit of the Nightfall roared through the steel, and the readings began to rise sharply, and the sailors clutched their heads and shouted the names of the Emperor and the Ten Thousand Machines, and hurried to find their superiors.

At the same time, the door to the office was pushed open again, and the Hunter stepped inside, the wind howling from the darkness behind him, roaring Kalir's black robes.

He reached out again and picked up the tome.

By this time, Carlil had already slashed the palm of his right hand with that knife. No blood flowed, only pitch-black gravel poured out of the cracks.

So He sent me, and they withdrew. 】

[In my slumber years, Erebus reappeared near us. He still seems to have a great interest in the wreckage of Maculag, and I have heard that Robert Killiman slew the pathetic skin of Lorga Aurelian failed to catch Erebus, and instead allowed him to take a wisp of Macullag's dust. 】

The bloody skeleton turned its head sideways, and the pitch-black glass beads embedded in its eye sockets quivered on the statueque, unmoved face.

+ What's going on?! +

He used his psionic powers to inquire about the Nightfall, only to receive a piercing scream.

Then, a clear complaint rang out from the shadows, not the voice of psionic energy, but the voice of Conrad Coetz himself.

"Go early and come back early," he said. "Don't linger too long, there's more than wolves on Fenris."

Of course, the smile wasn't so good. His next sentence can even be said to be roared out through gritted teeth.

[Recorded by: Abex Barf, Witness: HS-207 Mechanical Priest]

Knowing too much is a painful punishment for anyone, especially for me. 】

Carlil frowned, and began to scroll up again, locating to a certain piece of text.

"Well, in that case, don't Rory babble my name when you lose your mind, father."

2605: F 700: 43: 6000:: 76d

"You're so quick to accept that we're using the fragments of your humanity as a transportation hub? Or even use it yourself? Well, sure enough, the main authority is still high, and the teleportation spells have all been figured out by you."

According to the battle reports, I think Yago Sevitaleone has finally gone crazy, and that's probably a good thing for him."

The Night King sighed helplessly in the shadows.

Carlil gritted her teeth and picked up the book in an unbearable urge to kill. The pages danced wildly and the sound of clattering was incessant, and it didn't stop until a long, long time later.

[Demons feed on humans, souls, pain, and joy. They want everything, but we are different, we only need one thing. She gave it to me herself, but she didn't know it yet, which made it impossible for me to wait any longer. 】

"They can talk to the wolves, just like they did 10,000 years ago."

[At some point, Lord Sevita left the Twenty-Seven Fort where he was stationed, and judging by the surveillance footage and the biometric lock data at the gate, I am sure that the time should be at 127:45:47 of the War Hour.] 】

The moonlight dissipated, and the flames surged, forming a pitch-black gate.

[This incident makes me a little uneasy, that bastard never has no purpose, he has his own purpose in everything he does. And, if he's just going to curse the Ultramarines like he curses us, why not choose the more occultly representative Blood of Coss? That world has shed blood for ten thousand years, and I must inform the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds about this. 】

"He has no power to escape, and he can't even die calmly like a warrior with his head held high. He must be cold as ice at all times, exterminating humanity in order to live up to his genetic father. ”

"We have the right to die generously, and he doesn't. We were able to sacrifice ourselves at a critical moment, he couldn't. We can briefly descend into madness, and let the hatred in our veins lead us to slaughter the enemies of humanity, and he still cannot. ”

[If I didn't have a mask, I'm afraid I would have ascended to the devil.] I understand what it can give, but I want to know more about what it really costs to hold it. And now, I'm sitting in front of my sarcophagus writing this battle report. 】

[My talent is crying out, it is bound in my body, and it cannot be released all day long. I understand its frustration, but I'm not going to let it out and mess around. However, only in a few cases, the little remaining active part of it did help me. 】

The writer did not have a name, but, judging by the pronouns and descriptions, it was not Sevita, who else could it be?

Those moral codes that naturally flowed out have turned into a heavy shackle at this moment.

One was in the darkness, restraining a monstrous monster, another around his own neck, and the last in his own hands.

This was the end of the text, and Carlil pondered for a moment before putting down the datapad in his hand.

[Cyrus Proximir doesn't understand why I'm leaving the safety of my fort and position alone, he won't know why.] And I will pray for him so that he will not have to know for the rest of his life. 】

Therefore, I came to a conclusion and used it in my testimony. I believe that Mistress Yago Sevitaleone left on purpose, and that he had informed his brothers in advance. 】

The smell of rust was stronger than that of a normal sword, not so much rust as a dull stain of blood. How many people have held this sword, killed with it, and vengeated with it, but have anyone ever used it to save?

The pages began to be windless, and black flames ignited between the words, reflected in the depths of Carlil's pupils, and couldn't wait to begin to boil. It cooks internal organs, blanches flesh, and tortures conscience and reason.

Thick piles of papers had been piled up at his feet, and the slate and paper had become a fortress of words, burying him deep inside. The data plates are scattered outside of them, forming the load-bearing pillars of the fortress.

Is that all? Only one line for such a short answer?

He should have done it the moment he got the tome, but he waited deliberately. Maybe he wanted to wait until someone came to stop him, and everyone was fine

However, no one came.

Carlil looked at the door, but instead of pushing it open, he was the first to start looking down and removing the bandages.

Carlil was speechless.

Carlil didn't speak, just nodded. Coates could clearly sense his thoughts, and the Night King was stunned, and then couldn't help but chuckle.

The chains were full of thorns, and they had made him bleed, but they were nothing compared to the pain he had experienced.

He bowed his head gently.

"Are you serious, father?"

There was nothing left to shake him, not death, not torture, not God. In this respect, his arrogance is completely unabated compared to 10,000 years ago.

"For 10,000 years, we have fought alongside the Children of the Night. We know how much they sacrificed, just as they know how much blood and tears we have buried. But what I really want to say is that none of this is fair to him. ”

The Night King sighed under his breath, reluctantly accepting the fact that Karil Lohals was now mired in madness.

His fingers touched it, and it felt like he was touching a glacier. Grimacingly, Carlil pulled out the rusted blade and took it in his hand.

The tremor of the book died down abruptly, the pages closed, and a dark light appeared in the cracks of each page, and countless unjust spirits screamed out of Carlil's wounds, and in a moment the entire room was occupied.

Their dark gray surface is mostly stained with bright red blood, as is the case with most documents. Carlil hoped he would have the strength to clean the blood with psionic energy later, but before that, he had another thing to do.

Carlil looked down at his shadow, his expression stiff and helpless, as if he didn't expect to be caught.

Sevita seems to be very fond of making such incomprehensible excerpts on the databoard, and he will regularly put some of the words that other people have said on the unlocked side of the databoard, preferring to make them consume a little more battery than keep them in the center of the screen.

Carlil raised an eyebrow, and saw a small blue light at the end of the text. He clicked with his index finger, and the page changed again, and a whole new row of text appeared before him.

He frowned and looked at the line of writing that belonged to Robert Killman.

"Okay." The hunter sighed and walked behind him. Five seconds later, Carlil reached out and pushed the door open, and they stepped inside.

At the same time, a bard telling a story by a fire somewhere in the Fenris Wilderness looked up at the sky, where two daystars were roaring in the blizzard's miserable dayline.

(End of chapter)