"That's not right." The Prophet Ten in the bridge shouted nervously.

No one paid attention to him, and everyone's attention was focused on the broadcast signal. All the children of the night on this ship, whether they have been displaced from the distant past or reborn from a moment closer to the "present", are invariably fascinated by the sounds and images that have been transformed by electronic data.

None of the rabble had ever seen their genetic father in the true sense of the word, and certainly couldn't discern the authenticity of the speaker from a broadcast message that could have been falsified—theoretically, but there was clearly some supernatural force at work: all the genetic seeds in the children of the night sang in the voice, and the rushing blood happily surrendered the first moment they saw the image. They should have questioned or even denied what they saw, but none of them could.

Even the Prophet Ten himself, who was shouting "This is not right".

"That's not how it shouldn't have happened!" Even so, his neurotic voice was still shouting, "This has nothing to do with what I had predicted, something must be wrong!" ”

No one paid any attention to him, not even the corpse of the slave worker hanging beside him. Perhaps it was a gift from a genetic seed, or perhaps it was his own gift, it was not uncommon for Prophet Ten to "talk to the dead"—as his predecessor was, or his genetic father.

Perhaps it was because uncontrollable psionic energy oppressed his physiology, making him prone to hallucinations in similar situations, or something in the subspace wanted to convey certain messages to him through the corpses around him, and deliberately lengthened the time when they were talking. But now, he doesn't feel anything.

There were no sudden troubles, no signs of madness, even the subspace was obediently calmed down, and the chatter was invisible. This made Prophet Ten uncomfortable for a moment, as if those cursed talents had suddenly decided to leave him, and his world became the same as that of his more "unspiritual" brothers, except for himself, the material universe, and the voice of the Father of Genes that reverberated across the bridge.

He should probably convince himself to focus on the rare words that everyone has been longing for, but this feeling of "something is wrong" makes it impossible for him to do so. He couldn't help but neurotically contrast what he had seen in his original vision and what was happening now: something was wrong from the beginning, he didn't foresee such a speech.

He had seen that the fleet of the Plague God was wreaking havoc in the Extreme Realm, and that they would find the Father of Genes on a planet called Pamenio. Conrad Coetzes will be at the forefront of the fight against the Death Guards and the Demon Primordial, fighting alongside Robert Killiman for the sake of the Empire.

This is already a ridiculous enough prophecy. All the warband leaders who heard this prophecy thought he was telling some unfunny joke, and some even went so far as to kill him in a rage. Ten himself thought the prophecy was ridiculous, but out of trust in the abilities passed down from the genetic seed, he didn't completely deny the possibility that this would actually happen in the future.

At his insistence, the news was eventually relayed to all the Warbands through the Nightchildren's secret communication network. And because, even rumors about the father of genes, even chasing after the wind and shadows, can easily touch the nerves of bats. The Midnight Lords finally came out of their nest and gathered the entire "legion" of about 60,000 men—after the thirteenth dark expedition, they were left alone—and as a whole, they overwhelmingly pressed down on Mandeville Point in the Pamenio system.

They wonder if this prophecy is true and if they will be able to truly find their genetic father on this planet. If not, it doesn't matter, the snipe and the mussels compete for the fisherman's profit, and while the imperial regents are overwhelmed by the attack of the plague warriors, they can also make a fortune in this rich little kingdom.

Of course, if the prophecy had gone wrong and they hadn't found their genetic father, it would have been hard to say what would have become of Prophet Ten who had "played them all." Ten knows this himself, but out of trust in his abilities, he is willing to gamble.

But now, this is happening in a strange way: his prediction is wrong, but the Midnight Lord has indeed confirmed the presence of Conrad Coz at the edge of the Pamenio system.

This may have saved Prophet Ten from killing himself (of course, in the concept of the Midnight Lord, the word would always end up being a million times worse than simply "death"), but it also caused him to fall into great confusion and confusion.

The mood didn't last long, because the broadcast wasn't very long: after a round of video and audio playback, the receiver showed a noticeable stutter, and after such a short few seconds, the speech apparently began to rotate. Even if it was entirely predictable that what was going to happen was nothing more than a repetition of the previous one, none of the Midnight Lords present took their attention off it - except for Prophet Ten.

Some inexplicable horror suddenly seized his mind, and in that moment of lightning and fire, he suddenly understood why his gift, which had haunted him like an appendage, had strangely quieted down:

The Lord of the Night, here is coming.

——

Yago Sevitaleon, who was "on duty" in the Cathedral of Tyros, closed his mouth very abruptly at the same moment.

This was unusual, because at this moment, he obviously still had half a yin and yang weird cynicism out of his mouth. No one present would have thought that he had suddenly run out of words at this moment—first, it was generally believed that the word probably did not exist in the dictionary of the commander of the Midnight Lord's company; Secondly, he really didn't look quite right.

In the next instant, the Iron Rider Terminator Power Armor on his body visibly went down to all weapon systems, followed by the power system, and then, it completely locked up the function of joint movement and radio vocalization. In an instant, the armor went from being an indispensable and powerful aid in combat to a sturdy cage for the prisoners, and in a trance, the director of the Ultramarines Think Tank seemed to hear a female voice faintly piercing the curtain, shouting in a frustrated manner, telling everyone to stay away from him.

Then, in the power armor that was supposed to be completely locked and sealed, blood seeped out of the cracks. It wasn't supposed to happen, everything about Yago Savitarion, his shell, his blood, and even his voice should have been locked in after the power mail was locked up—but that's how it happened.

The bitter howl of a company commander was engulfed by psionic energy beyond his control, piercing through the locks of the power armor and echoing between the carefully designed walls of the pulpit hall. At the same time, Digris raised his staff, and with swift reflexes and great skill, he fended off the painful onslaught of psionic energy for everyone else present - but then he realized that this was not the end, but just the beginning.

In places he hadn't seen, in the hidden parts of the Cathedral of Tyros, the Midnight Children had been subjected to almost the same fate at the same time, the only difference being that they were not psykers, so the damage they had wrought in their pain was not too threatening compared to their company commanders. In an empty cathedral, their anomalies do not attract undue attention either

Farther in the void, on the Lion's Mane, which continued to sail towards Mandeville Point, the Midnight Lords who had been unarmored and imprisoned had suffered the same fate. The Dark Angels who were in charge of them had thought they had prepared for a similar scene with Coetze's foresight, but when they actually saw what was happening inside the cell, they realized that what was happening was far beyond their preconceived notions.

And in the Midnight Lord's broken, patchwork fleet, this happens to every Child of the Night within every ship. Only Conrad Coetzes himself, and the eighteen Midnight Lords around him, who had already passed the same trial, were able to avoid this torture and walk in this terrible living hell.

The Midnight Lord's original body giggled in the midst of this waking wail of pain: this was it.

He was such an abominable and horrible monster. He couldn't give anything but pain and suffering.

Even if the other party is the son of his genes.

Miwoo (six o'clock)

As you may forget, Prophecy Ten occurred just after the end of the Jestal copy, and the effects of the Gollum Re-enactment caused ripples in subspace, using which he prophesied that the shell would be resurrected and would move in the real universe.

But Gollum can't be retrieved because of its own characteristics (visitors from the other world) and the joint cover of the two powers of subspace (old T and old E), and even the shell himself feels that all the relevant futures will be disrupted as soon as Gola makes a move. So what Ten saw was a conclusion deduced from the situation at the time, excluding all the effects of Gollum (which is wrong, of course).

In fact, it feels like the 40K Midnight Lord has not found this person since the thirteenth dark expedition from Brother Dun to fight the Spirit Ark, so the current situation of NL is all made up by me.

It may also be that my examination evidence is not in place, if there is a mistake, please quickly throw the original text in my face, and be grateful.

(End of chapter)