When the atmosphere became a little more harmonious, the annoying parts of the whole plan seemed more acceptable.

"I guess the organizers of this trial allowed you and me to meet, probably a signal that 'the trial can be over'." Conrad Coetzes took the initiative to mention, "We can move on to the 'next step of the plan' - while I don't feel much of the insanity of my father's whim's decision to let me 'bind another person by some spell', it doesn't seem intolerable if that 'other person' is you." ”

Fujimaru Rika shrugged indifferently: "Hmm...... Let's start with the issue of the 'contract'. This thing, well, is still necessary, at least in the early stages of the program. ”

"Would you like to hear about it?"

"Everyone has crawled out of Nostramo, and they all have a certain psychological capacity, so I have something to say: Do you remember that you are dead?"

"Impressed."

"After 10,000 years in the material world, even the remnants of the original body will decay over time, so it's understandable that there is a high probability that there is nothing left now, right?"

Conrad Coetze motioned for the other to continue.

"With the above premise, where does the body you need to walk through the veil in reality as a soul and essence remains? You can't be like those messy demons who pile up bloody sacrifices for you every time, right? ”

Facing Ritsuka Fujimaru's natural gaze, Conrad Coz paused suspiciously for two seconds and silently looked away.

"-Why did you really think about it like that?!"

“…… The empire is huge, and you can sift out countless sinners by looking at any planet. The dead Primordial understood from the beginning that Fujimaru Rika was strongly opposed to this, but he didn't figure out the specific source of this view, and he didn't even feel that there was a problem with his thinking, "If the situation is urgent and the sacrifice is too late, then temporarily snatching a body that is not very suitable can also be used as an alternative, as long as you carefully choose a really damn target." ”

Rika Fujimaru took a deep breath and covered her face in pain.

"We'll have to find a big chunk to talk about it, about legal and procedural justice and all that......" she said in an angry voice behind the palm of her hand, "but I thought you were a bit of a mental obsess, and you didn't care about this kind of behavior that was almost indistinguishable from 'cannibalism'?" ”

Conrad Coetzes laughed gloomily, "Didn't the one on the throne tell you? I have carved out of the flesh and blood of the dead—the image of my father, by whom he himself speaks. ”

He didn't really want to explain anything when he mentioned this incident, but just wanted to scare this mortal little girl who looked like she was not yet an adult. Unfortunately, this girl, who is not as ordinary as most mortals, and whose real age is probably not a "little girl", has long passed the stage where she would be frightened by a simple bloody horror story, and she only reacted to it with a longer and louder sigh, and then took her hands away, revealing a serious expression.

"We'll have to talk about this too, including you and your legion hanging corpses and human skins everywhere as ornaments and stuff like that." She said, "Although it is likely that I am playing the piano to tell you that you should not desecrate the body, and I don't want to talk too much about your 'artistic traditions', but at least you should pay attention to hygiene, right?" ”

Conrad Coetzes began to feel that if there was a "contract" with Rausch to tie him to this little girl, his life would not be boring.

Rika Fujimaru waved her hand in disgust, as if this would drive away the topic she hated so much: "Anyway, back to the original theme - this 'contract' that was transformed from the original system exists to solve the problem that you don't have a body that can walk in the physical world now." That's not exactly the case, but for the sake of understanding, I'll summarize it in this minimalist version: I can directly use the ether to weave a material form that is similar to the original one in reality, and the contract between you and me guarantees that it is indeed you and not some other cat or dog in subspace who will use this form. ”

After a slight pause to make sure that the other party had no doubts, Rika Fujimaru continued: "Of course, the contract itself has many other functions, but you can just treat it as a title deed. If you don't like it, just wait until we've all left the subspace before you can lift it. Besides, haven't you already maintained a contract with tens of thousands of people? ”

Conrad Coetzes raised an eyebrow: "I don't have that impression. ”

"Even if you don't mention my illusion, you have your legion!" Rika Fujimaru waved intentionally in the direction where the space marines were gathering on the inside of the bridge, "Didn't you realize that Astarte's transformation surgery can also be seen as a process of making a base contract with the original body?" ”

She paused, took a closer look at Conrad Coetze's expression, and then concluded, "Okay, you didn't realize. ”

"So this base contract—"

—I'm starting to regret using this as an example. I'm not good at explaining these magical concepts! ”

Fujimaru Rika was depressed for a while, but still explained these concepts resignedly: "In fact, the Astarte modification operation itself has fully embodied the concept of the base contract: Astarte will enter into a contract with the original body that provides the gene at the genetic level, and in the process undergo reborn changes, randomly inheriting some abilities or traits from the original body, and instinctively speaking, it is difficult to raise the idea of rebelling against his own original body, and the most important thing is that once the base contract is established, it cannot be dissolved at all." The base contract imposed by a being of Tiamat's rank can even completely change the way the receptor thinks, erasing its original personality, and thus achieving complete domination over the receptor - but the Astarte operation is not so terrifying. ”

Conrad Coetzes nodded, and asked, "The contract that the Emperor intends to establish between you and me—"

"—That's just a relatively ordinary magic contract, modified from the Chaldean Immortal Summoning System." Fujimaru Rika shrugged her shoulders, "There are no genes involved, no soul involved, there is no particularly clear master-slave relationship, just a simple construction of a magical 'channel' between you and me as a bond, and by the way, some abilities of the other party may or may not be shared." There's no particularly troublesome ceremony.,If you want to cancel it, you can cancel it at any time.,It's not that you can't disconnect and reconnect at any time if you regret it after lifting.。 It's something that can be easily used in an emergency. ”

The other party to the contract is noncommittal.

"You don't seem to be interested in this?" Fujimaru Rika took a few steps around the original body that had skimmed her head, and tried to look at each other again, "I think we all have a lot of contracts, so it's not much more than one for each other...... But if you're really bothered by this, I'll make sure we'll solve it when we've got the husk out of it. If you don't feel at ease, I can swear to you with my soul in a magical sense. ”

"Not that problem." Conrad Coetzes held out his hand and easily pulled her back into place, "You just do what you have to do as planned—you've done a good job, but in that 'big plan', you have your tasks and I have mine." We're just working together temporarily, so there's no need to make the relationship too good. ”

He said so excitedly, and then let go of his control over his own domain. At the moment when the time of the illusion began to flow again, Conrad Coetze's figure also shattered like a bubble, dissipating into nothingness.

He left from the illusion.

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Although in the eyes of Rika Fujimaru, it was Conrad Coz who disappeared into the illusion of Nightfall; But from the latter's point of view, everything around him cracked and shattered rapidly, and along with his own tangible entity in the illusion, it turned into a golden grit of light, and dispersed towards the incomparably vast space around him.

Neither time nor space in subspace has meaning. Although it was in the mouth of Fujimaru Rika or in the emperor's plan, their entire plan clearly had a clear timetable, but before leaving the subspace, those things were nothing more than empty talk and waste paper. As a result, Conrad Coetzes is unable to accurately locate the time and space in which he lives, and even if he is a primordial, he can only depict his current state in a rather inaccurate way:

He was in a space that belonged to the emperor in a space that was made entirely of golden light, boundless in any direction, and there was no gravity, so he couldn't even tell the difference between the top and the bottom. He himself was in an indescribable state of mind, and the ends of his limbs were always uncontrollably deformed like some kind of viscous black fluid, which always made him feel quite irritated.

But in this glittering place, what annoyed him the most was the glittering Ferus Manus in front of him.

Also a dead person who exists as a soul or a subspace creature, Ferus Manus appears to be much more stable in form than Conrad Coetze. The latter didn't really want to think carefully about the reason, and didn't bother to pretend to be brothers and sisters with the other party - they didn't have anything to say when they were alive, and this didn't change after death.

Even those cynicism and mutual attacks were all said in the last "conversation" - it was the kind of "conversation" that if there was no great power of the emperor in between, it would be impossible to say that the dead original body would die again.

"Have you made your decision?" Ferus Manus asked with a rather blunt attitude.

"Is there room for me to make decisions in this whole thing?" Conrad Coetzee scoffed, "My sins are unforgivable, and death should be my only and final destination." But our father would always do what he thought was right against our will. I don't deserve a second life, I've said it many times, do you see any time he really listened? ”

This is also the reason why he suddenly appears to be unhappy at the end of the illusion. Once again, it became clear to Conrad Coz that he was nothing more than a monster hiding in the dark, and Rika Fujimaru ......

"Father must have his reasons for choosing you in this matter." Before he could successfully come up with a precise definition of Fujimaru Rika and others, Ferus Manus repeated in a mechanical manner the idea he had repeated fifty-six times before, and in doing so, interrupted Conrad Coetze's train of thought, "Maybe we can't understand it yet—"

"—but it seems to me that the reason he woke me from sweet death was only because you refused to go." The Eighth Legion, who is proficient in almost all uncomfortable methods, unconcerned (or rather, deliberately) lifted the fig leaf of his brother, "Unlike me, you have long been qualified as a member of the Cursed Legion to occasionally set foot in reality. But why, after 10,000 years, has there never been a miracle of your children among your children? ”

Conrad Coetzee sneered stubbornly, almost like a swaggering child: "You are worried that you have a physical body, and you can't hide from your heirs, do you?" ”