The waves of the subspace tumbled once again with the roar of an primordial body from the depths of its soul, and the already scattered dim lights flickered around them. The despair and grief of Corax pierced the hearts of everyone present through the medium of this voice—for a time almost no one could respond effectively to it except the Sisters of Silence, not even Robert Killiman himself.

But he wasn't the only one present.

"It's between you and me." Coetze's voice said so. His voice seemed distant, as if it came from behind the curtain at the same time, "You want me to die, so come and kill me." Only after I, the one who is supposed to judge them, are dead, can you move my heirs! ”

This was followed by the next round of vibrations filled with anger and suffering. The vibrations do not come from a specific location, but from the space itself. In the few seconds that everyone could not move, the vortex of raven feathers quickly and repeatedly slammed into another darkness darker than black, and countless conformations that could act as a source of fear emerged from the latter, fending off all attacks one by one.

"What about then—my—heir—"

Similar words were vaguely discernible in Corax's roar:

"Istavan - Five - my - Legion - "

In that moment, the black crow feathers swelled, and Corax's form was engulfed in them, countless blood-red eyes glaring at the rebels, each with the will to hunt the other to the end of time. The air surged irregularly out of thin air, time and space in this area distorted by the wrath of the primordial, and beneath the chaotic feathers, the voices of Corax shattered and overlapped, as if there were thousands of him speaking at the same time:

"-Revenge--killing--revenge-I will-"

"Corax!" After quickly adjusting to the pressure, Killiman resisted the impact of those words on his spirit, raising his voice in an attempt to bring back his brother's senses, "Corvus Colax! I beg you to stop! I understand your eagerness, but be sure to hear the cause and effect of all of this before making a judgment! ”

The Imperial Regent tried to move forward, and the unaffected Sisters of Silence immediately lined up and surrounded him, advancing with him. It's hard to say whether it was Killman's shouts or the suppressing soul energy that surrounded the untouchable Sisters of Silence that had an effect, but at least, in the midst of the chaos of the strong winds, Corax finally noticed him.

Some of the blood-red eyes hidden between the feathers looked hesitantly in Kiliman's direction, but seemed to want to turn back and continue to stare in the direction of Coz. If they were all under the control of Corax's own will, this phenomenon could probably be considered that he didn't know where to look.

The Primordial shouldn't have been bothered by such a trivial matter, a phenomenon that should have puzzled Killeman, but he didn't have time to think about it. While staring at those blood-red eyeballs, the Imperial Regent had the illusion that even his own soul was frozen. Corax's gaze had almost substantial weight, something too heavy passed over the silent nun beside him, crushing him on a non-material level, even depriving him of the ability to think.

"—Killman."

There is no doubt that he recognized his brother. But that may not be a good thing.

"Kiliman—"

The first call was a confirmation, the second was a howl. Corax's voice still conveyed strong emotions that might have come from him, and when the target of those emotions was a specific person, the person who was the target would suffer a shock ten thousand times stronger than the aftermath.

There was so much emotion in that call that it was too difficult to discern even for the primordial. Killiman was struck hard when he heard his brother's second call, even though he knew that it was just a mental reaction, that the feelings did not belong to him, that his real shell was not hurt, but he was still uncontrollably caught up in the apologies, guilt, and gloom of defeat that came with that call.

- Koraks considers himself a loser. Killiman was able to realize this.

But he could not succeed in organizing any words of comfort. Overly intense mental pressure sometimes feeds back on mortal bodies, which was originally only an impathetic knowledge for Killiman, but at this moment, he realizes that the difference between the original body and mortals is indeed not as great as he originally thought:

He was physically sick and sick to his stomach because of these strong feelings that did not belong to him. This is really amazing, because he doesn't even know if he has a "stomach" in the normal human sense.

"-Kiliman-I-"

The Imperial Regent had done nothing, but the mass of feathers that had been a feather of Corax had shrunk in its own right. The emotion in this unfinished sentence changed again, and the intense guilt in his heart gave rise to the fear of not being able to face his loyal brother—and Killiman could read it, and so could Coetze.

Then, at the same time, they realized that Corac was once again preparing to escape.

"You can't do that!" What could be considered as Coetze's amorphous black shadow quickly surged over, trying to spread to every feather that flew in all directions, "You coward, you've been on the run for 10,000 years!" Come out and face reality – face me! ”

This was a very blunt provocation, almost including the words "radical method" directly in the sentence, but Corax was visibly immediately distracted by Coetze's statement, and once again turned his eyes back, roaring angrily at the other party from the subspace.

"That's not right!" Kiriman turned to Coz, who seemed more communicative at the moment and seemed to be in line with his goals. It sounds like a joke no matter how it sounds, but in an empire that has only become more and more ridiculous over the years, such an absurd reality has finally come true.

"Of course it's wrong!" Coetzes reluctantly threw out this sentence in his busy schedule to deal with the other party's attack, "I told you that he is 'in a worried state of mind' now!" ”

In the short space of two sentences, Colax apparently recognized Killiman once again. The countless ravens in the shadows let out a neat scream at this moment, and he began to tear apart his whole once more uncontrollably: a part of him wished to be able to leave here in the form of a shadow, and escape into subspace far enough away from Coetze, so as to avoid possible interrogation and condemnation by Kiliman; while others urge him to continue hunting down his rebellious brothers, enemies whom he cannot reconcile, who he swore to punish for dragging the entire empire into the mire and burning that great ideal.

Korax's chaotic mind couldn't decide which course to follow, and the Primordial's efficient mind processing power became a burden at this moment—he had gone too far in subspace, in his own essence, and had lost his true physical form. And without the restraint of the physical form, the two thoughts that could not be reconciled by the broken spirit that He had spent 10,000 years in the realm of chaos were splitting Him in half.

I don't know how many times this has happened in the past. At first, Koraks only realized that he could do this, and thought that this method of splitting was very convenient, but as he abused this power over the years, his own mind gradually disintegrated, and his essence and thoughts that should have been divided under his control gradually became unresponsive. By now, the status quo had accumulated so much that even Corax himself could not count how many ravens he was made up of, and whether he himself was complete here.

Or perhaps, he is no longer a "human" at this moment.

In the moment when this thought resurfaced in Koraks's consciousness, a cry of pain belonging to the original body was heard again in the subspace. The emotion in this cry of pain outweighed even the hatred that Corax had shown in the face of Koz, who had unconsciously succeeded in stopping others from approaching him again, and then prepared to tear the curtain open on the spot, leaving reality and retreating into the subspace that had made him more comfortable for 10,000 years. But at the same time, another strange force emerged in the space that had been used as a temporary prison, the lighting stabilized again, and the brightness increased, and the solid ground originally paved with metal and marble was filled with illusory but beautiful and brilliant flowers in the blink of an eye with a gentle breeze—

"Caught up, it seems that I arrived in time." For Koz again, the flirtatious voice of the Colorful Dream Demon that came out of nowhere, probably from Chaldea, drifted into everyone's ears. The large mass of feathers that had been screaming quickly fell silent in the midst of this scene, and fluttered in a ball in place as if weightless.

Killiman stared at the black, indistinguishable feather for a few seconds in some confusion before he vaguely had a guess that Corax seemed to be asleep.

Miwoo (lying down)

Speaking of which, I don't know whether it is the seventh or eighth edition of the military book, it says that the Raven King is actually not blocking the Luojia Gate, but does not know where to go. Then Loga was able to go out for a walk, and then there was such a famous scene where the author of the Word of the Word was overturned by the plebeian woman holding the Book of Words......

(End of chapter)