Should it still be continued?

It should be continued.

Objectively speaking, these rebels, as his heirs, Astarte have already committed unspeakable crimes in the past. That being the case, he, as a judge, should not be soft-handed because of the influence of any subjective factors. Since he had conceived it in his original mind that this trial was necessary, it should now be continued.

The monster that had devoured more than 10,000 heirs whimpered softly, painfully trying to continue to correct his mistakes.

Thirty-three thousand eight hundred sixty-four.

It was supposed to be a mechanical task that didn't require much effort for him, just leave everything to his instincts—he never imagined that at some point he would be so eager to resist his instincts. He's working on it, but with little success.

He confined his body in the real universe to the flagship of what was probably the entire fleet, and sat in an overly wide throne in the bridge, and the rest was arranged for him by the recovered heirs.

Now, the Midnight Lords, who are busy integrating the entire fleet for the Primordial Form, have five hundred and fifty-two.

Thanks to the Empire's pompous style of making all the ceremonial utensils huge and ornate, if you don't consider the actual function of this throne, and don't try to connect the control of the entire ship with this act, but simply "sit down", this seemingly luxurious, but far from comfortable seat, can still carry a genetic proto.

Like any Midnight Lord's ship, the ship's bridge is "decorated" with corpses, improperly treated leather, and a variety of bones. The air was filled with the stench of putrefaction and the dull smell of the machines, and the lighting provided only a plausible minimum. The sight was too similar to that should have made Koz feel like home, but he didn't.

The sight, like the Midnight Lord 10,000 years ago, was nothing more than a parody of the intimidation and admonition that Coetz had hoped for. Ten thousand years ago, the children often saw him torturing criminals, hanging corpses, and skinning them to adorn their armor, without thinking about the deep meaning of it. In many cases, the people they "chosen" were not because they had actually committed any crime, but simply because they were unlucky enough not to be liked by the Midnight Lord.

What these descendants did after 10,000 years was very similar—the difference was that in 10,000 years, they had apparently given up even the slightest disguise in any sense of the word, and did not pick the object of ornamentation at all.

This is clearly the sin they have committed, and even the most insignificant of them. This scene reminded once again of the necessity and legitimacy of the Coetzes trial. However, after realizing that these children who had committed many crimes, after knowing full well that they would endure a cruel judgment for this, they still had an unreasonable "love" for him, and he couldn't help but start questioning all this.

For a moment, Coates wondered if Rika Fujimaru had ever faced such a painful choice; Immediately after, he realized that the other party must have experienced it. The little girl had proudly mentioned to him that she was a "judge who was very easy to bend the law for personal gain." He had scoffed at it at the time, and now he was beginning to understand why she had spoken in that tone when she spoke of something that was by no means honorable.

She must have discovered some discretionary tactics that properly balanced judgment and forgiveness, and it seemed to be a glimpse of the "punishment" she had done to him on the Talon of Destruction—but the circumstances were so peculiar that he was pretty sure that the means that would convince the crowd and indeed teach him a lesson, start to reflect and correct himself would not be replicated in the present scenario.

Moreover, the word "forgiveness" does not exist in his dictionary. Nostramo's cruel social environment subtly taught him that cutting grass must be eradicated, so he often only goes one way to the dark when it comes to similar things.

These thoughts only flew through his mind without leaving a trace. After he sat down and surveyed the scene on the ship's bridge, only a split second had passed between subspace and reality. And at this time, he noticed that a midnight lord who had been on the bridge himself, apparently had not yet passed his path of judgment, but was able to carry all the pain that had been imposed on him, and crawled in his direction little by little.

Trembling all around, the mortal crews who were moving to keep the ship running silently bypassed him, or made way for him to move forward. In the past, Koz might have thought the sight a little interesting, but now, he was only annoyed by it.

He pinpointed the one that connected him from the thousands of connections created by the base contract, and asked him, "What do you want to do?" ”

In this instant, he confirmed that he had never seen the heir before. The connection of the contract made it easy for him to know everything, and under the absolute suppression of the master-slave relationship, this man's life was like an open book to Koz, which could be read at will.

As a result, he learned that the man was known as "Ten", a name that was less like a Space Marine and more like a slave. He was indeed born in the union of two servants in the service of the Legion: his parents, "Seven" and "Eight", also did not have a proper name, but he was currently revered to a limited extent as a prophet in the warband, and even played a pivotal role as the leader of the Midnight Lord in the thirteenth dark expedition.

Coetz didn't care about these trifles, but the gift of prophecy was familiar to him. The original demanded to know more because of this, and the genetic seed that originated from him had no reservations about him. He learned more details that perhaps even Ten himself had forgotten or never heard of: his life as a child before surgery, the appearance of his parents, what he looked like at the beginning of his career—he didn't know why the genetic seeds he had implanted had recorded them—and he found the records that had gone even further.

"Talos." He pointed out, and then said, "I didn't expect that one day, I would speak to a dead person through a living person. ”

"Father." Ten's throat was filled with his own blood, and the miserable moan was muffled. No one can tell if it is he who is speaking, or if it is some spirit that has returned to his light and dwells in him at this moment—after all, does this spirit really exist? Can a dead person really surface in the right place with the ups and downs of subspace just by virtue of the connection of genetic seeds, trying to complete a dialogue that spans 10,000 years? No one knows.

Even Conrad Coetze, who holds the contract, and Ten, who is confused by pain, can't answer this question.

"Am I doing well enough?" Ten's vague pronunciation sounded like babbling, and he acted as if he were in a dream.

It's a broad question, and it's reasonable whether it's what Ten is asking or Soul Hunter is asking. And his original body just sneered and replied:

"Am I qualified to judge? While you're doing everything, I'm still in the arms of death. It has always been the living who cover the coffins of the dead, but how should the dead judge the merits and demerits of the living? ”

In contrast to that broad question, this is also an answer to either Ten or Taros. But Kotz didn't say this to obscure the focus of the matter — he might have tried to escape it in the past, but now he realizes he has to face it head-on.

It's as if he has to face the "love" of his heirs.

He let his eyes turn to Ten, he wasn't sure if he was looking at the son in front of him who was born ten thousand years later, he had never met, or the soul hunter he had actively or passively created through his prophecy ten thousand years ago. But it suddenly dawned on him that it didn't matter: even if they were separated by 10,000 years, they were all his heirs.

"How many sins you have committed, my trial will be judged on this." "But as for whether you're doing well or not, only you can judge it." I'm a terrible primordial, a terrible father, and I'll always just think you've sinned too much, and therefore you're never good enough. Perhaps you should not seek someone like me to identify with you. ”

"But...... How is this possible? Ten, or Talos, muttered, "You're the father of our genes." ”

“……”

Conrad Coetzes sighed slowly.

"So let me ask you, have you accomplished what you set out to achieve?" He shifted his direction and asked, "Do you think all the crimes you have committed for your goals are worth it?" Do you think that even now, even now that I have punished you for this? ”

His voice echoed through the bridge in a low but clear voice, but the question went unanswered. Ten was lying on the bloodstained and dirty floor, his eyes still half-open, but he couldn't make any answers.

After a brief moment of silence, Coates roared in rage, shattering the armrest of the ship's throne. The alarm sounded in the bridge because of this sudden destruction, and the ensuing red light flashed and stimulated the eyes of everyone present-

Eighteen thousand six hundred and ten.

He wanted to put an end to it.

Miwoo (none)

(End of chapter)