It's ridiculous: after Conrad Coetzes confirms that his former self was undoubtedly a failure in every sense of the word, the world suddenly opens up before his eyes.

For the overly proud primordials, how to make them have a correct self-perception is the most difficult part of the whole thing. If they can successfully do this, it will not be difficult for them to correct their original shortcomings with their ability to think, think, learn and understand beyond ordinary people.

Provided they want to.

There are few people who can force an original to do what he doesn't want to do, and it was this question that caused a lot of doubts about Rika Fujimaru before. If Conrad Coetz wanted to make a change, it would have come quickly and violently - and he did make a huge change in a short period of time according to his expectations and decisions, but no one knows what Coates expected and what it became in the process.

She had the intention to observe and guide the problem, but unfortunately everything after that happened too quickly. After Rika Fujimaru is finally able to free herself from the heavy coordination work, there is still a war that the gods are watching and waiting for her support and dispatch. Although it had only been three or four days since she had joined the war, perhaps she was planning to quickly end all the work at hand and then return to staring at him, but it was a pity......

She still trusted Robert Killiman too much in the regulatory process and the encryption of the Empire's messaging architecture.

A standard week in the Terra calendar was enough to prepare a primordial for a makeover, not to mention that it had been ten days since Koz had made up his mind to do it. At this moment, whether it was right or wrong, he was ready and decided to submit his answer.

He is a coward, a sinner, a prisoner, a rebel, a sadist, a brutal tyranny, and a sharp edge of fear. He wants to be righteous, he wants to be judged, but he's just going down the wrong path.

He wanted to correct the problem, but his own past experience was too good to provide a good enough experience. But it didn't matter, he soon realized that in his second life, he had a decent model by his side.

If Rika Fujimaru needed to face this, what would she do?

During the two days that lay quietly dormant in the Lion's Mane, Conrad Coetzes spent a long time pondering the question. On the premise that there are already a lot of samples, it is not difficult to simulate the mind of a mortal. He knew very well that Rika Fujimaru would not give up any of the heirs who seemed to her to be "still hopeful", just as she would not give up Nostramo, who had repeatedly betrayed her in her illusion; But he also knew very well that he himself definitely did not have the patience to carry this through.

Then, as he pondered, he gradually realized that he could certainly imitate the judgment that Rika Fujimaru might make, but that would not be his own judgment. In the long run, he would have become a slightly different copy of the little girl in a sense - yes, Rika Fujimaru was obviously able to handle such complex issues, but since she was a mortal, couldn't he Conrad Coetze?

This wanted to make him inexplicably more energetic with the other party without Fujimaru Rika knowing.

He knew that if she were to face such a group of rebellious heirs, she would first try to communicate, try to declare her point of view in speeches, try to judge, convict, serve prison sentences and indoctrination. There are many examples of this in her visions, and Conrad Coetzes has this to say: the way of thinking of mortals.

Coze is a primordial, and the primordial has a way of doing things.

- Now, the bridge console of the Lionmane is broadcasting a pre-recorded speech from his nearby void, and he himself has boarded a hopping torpedo that he has modified himself, and along with the eighteen children who have successfully made it through the path of judgment, ready to sail to any of the broken ships that have just jumped out of subspace.

From the beginning, he did not intend to pick the other party's flagship first. On the one hand, it is too common sense to jump to attack the flagship in the first place, and it is not interesting; On the other hand, if he needs to deal with his own genetic offspring, Coetze, who has already understood his essence to some extent, does not need to ...... It's so much trouble.

The child of genes, the base contract, the master-slave relationship - he learned these concepts from Rika Fujimaru. The fact that the latter never exercised the power in their contractual relationship suggests that she herself does not seem to like asserting authority in this regard, but Kotz has no such concerns.

The surrounding shell began to vibrate on its own, and an absolutely uncomfortable force built up on the outside, and everyone skillfully opened the magnetic boots and confirmed the stability of the seat belts and backrests. In the moment when the barrel of the gun was activated, pushing the jumper torpedo into the void, Coetze's Nightmare Cloak dutifully captured the nearby communication signal for him:

"Hello you, robbers, robbers, sadists, murderers, perverted artists, those who bend their knees to Chaos, wastes who act only to satisfy their bestial nature, deserters who will easily kneel when confronted by strong enemies - scum and villains, Midnight Lords."

He heard his own voice ringing over the radio.

"Hello, my son."

He was even a little surprised at the deafening propulsion of the promethium engine: his tone was so calm when he admitted it.

"As you can see, I am Conrad Coetzes, the father of your genes. Perhaps you will be confused and suspicious of this, but you may well laugh at it as a taunt to your enemies or some new kind of prank—I don't care. I'll present you with the evidence soon, but until then, I have something to say to you. ”

Coates suddenly regretted his words: it sounded like he wanted to say something to these children of genes he had never met, but that wasn't what he was trying to say.

His words to these bastard sons are just a parody of the "obligation to inform" to some extent. He will pronounce judgment on these heirs, and they should at least know what is about to happen to them.

"You may be surprised when you hear my voice, because you have heard that I am dead. I can now answer the question with a candid answer: I am indeed dead. But after a long and boring experience, I was pulled out of the quiet death by my (electronic noise) father. ”

Coetzes frowned. The Dark Angels had made corrections to the audio without his consent, and he remembered that.

"Perhaps you have heard of my abhorrence and aversion to sin itself, how harshly I punish the offenders, or perhaps these things have been dusted over the course of ten thousand years, abandoned in the chaotic subspace—it doesn't matter. I'll just say now: after re-examining my own life, I came to a conclusion. ”

The original body glanced back at the loud sound of the ship's hull shaking, and had no doubt that the little bastards behind him were also taking advantage of the last bit of leisure time to listen to the radio seriously.

"I have also committed many sins in my life, the most serious and contemptible of which are arbitrariness, weakness and evasion. I am aware of what kind of person I am, and therefore I will not express my surprise or sorrow at what has become of you during these 10,000 years of displacement. You have all inherited a part of me, and how can you grow healthy and flourishing branches and leaves from your already filthy and filthy seeds? ”

The noise of the jumping torpedo is very loud, and theoretically, it is difficult to distinguish the details of all the sounds in such an environment, even if it is the original body. But Coates was a little skeptical that there was a soft whimper or two behind him as the radio was played.

"I accept the reality: the vast majority of you are a puddle of salvage mud, and the few who are barely there are just not rotten. Just as I've accepted that I'm a bigoted murderer, a ruthless executioner, and that I can have another hundred and eighty rotten titles—but, I say, I'm not going to keep it that way. ”

The 200,000 kilometers between the two ships were lost at the speed of the jumper torpedoes, and it was calculated that a dilapidated ship belonging to the Midnight Lord should have been close at hand. At the right time, Coetzes reached out to the console he had modified, and opened up several magic components that he had added to the torpedo hull with his own hands, derived from Chaldean technology.

"In the midst of that long and boring experience, I came to realize that in the face of an obvious mistake, I should not choose to destroy it with its carrier, but to correct it. This means that in this second life, I will not try again to pursue a judgment that will end in death, but I should try to correct the mistakes I made 10,000 years ago. ”

They undoubtedly crashed head-on into the enemy ship's Void Shield, but thanks to the action of those components and the calculations of Koz's own proto-level brain, the Jumper torpedo mysteriously didn't shatter headlong on the shield - instead, it seemed to be stuck in some kind of soft gum, and it slowed down visually.

However, the crew inside the jumper torpedo did not feel the slowdown at all: the Void Shield would block the passage of anything beyond a certain speed, so as long as the range was extended by some kind of subspace means before the impact occurred, so that the torpedo itself could be slowed down enough to be intercepted by the Void Shield, it would naturally be able to reach the hull itself.

I do not say this to seek your advice, nor to ask you to join me on this thorny path. I mean—"

Ten seconds later, the Jumper torpedo managed to get past the Void Shield, at the cost of losing most of its propulsion and speed - but it didn't matter, the Midnight Lord's ship and the Jumper torpedo were heading in opposite directions, meaning that even if they didn't continue forward, the opposing ship would quickly crash into it on its own.

"—you, too, the mistakes I made."

Echoing this statement, the hot melt bomb at the front end of the jumper torpedo was triggered after the collision. The last auxiliary propulsion engine in the tail of the torpedo ignites, allowing it to burrow itself entirely into the ship's hull. In the filthy, chaotic, rotting hallways of the Midnight Lord, filled with the smell of corpses, the hatch of the torpedo slowly opened:

"I'm here for you." Conrad Coetze's voice, gruff and terrifying after being treated with his helmet, echoed through the ship.

Miwoo (none).

(End of chapter)