"I am Samus! Here I am—"

"Fuck off! You demon! The ancient sages are here!!!! ”

"Whoa————!!!

The smug laughter of the living turned into an unwilling howl as the ruler of the royal court strode in and the angry roar that came from his megaphone, and he retreated.

Raranor's golden iron stepped to the ground, vibrating the deck.

The thing vanished for a moment full of hatred and resentment.

Lorcan wakes up to find himself feeling real about everything around him again.

He still stood steadily in the captain's office of the Destiny Steel, dressed in his new Honor Guard Power Armor, surrounded by his cousins and brothers, and farther away in the palatial space occupied by the noble Emperor's heirs and former Imperial Regents.

He turned his head stiffly, and saw that Ahalin was still the lean and neat Primal Squire he remembered, but when Lorcan's gaze met for a moment, Moon Wolf knew that his cousin must have seen something he had just seen.

A strange, cold feeling gripped both of Garvel Loken's hearts, the unnatural beast, the thing clad in the beast's cloak was an intruder that had broken into his soul, or was it ......

"As a company commander, put the muzzle of the gun to the other people's heads." The Emperor's Son's most respected master of manners raised his power claw and jokingly brought down the muzzle of Lorcan's weapon.

"The mistake of the dumbest recruit," he declared, "you must go and get his dinner for Ahalim tonight, or your share for him, Gavier." ”

"I have no objection to that, Elder Raranor," Lorcan said, putting the weapon back into the card slot on his lap, "but is Ahalin really going to leave his post here for dinner?" ”

At this time, they saw a small smile on the face of the Iron Warrior, "If Company Commander Lorcan went to get it for me, then I will eat it, I can't live up to our brother's kindness, right?" ”

As the conversation progressed and the ancient sage approached again, the strange cold feeling gradually dissipated.

"Let's do our job." Saul Tavitz spoke at the right time, adding a hint of relief to his tone, "I don't want to be beaten by them. ”

Following the gaze of the Emperor's son, the tall Ringed Mechmen stood silently around the Iron Lord and his brothers, like a strong wall of steel and war.

"You're right."

They stopped talking, put away their subtle expressions and movements, and returned to duty.

The lucky turn was fleeting, and they had to catch it.

Raano, on the other hand, turned his helmet sensor to the other end of the room, making eye contact with someone.

The man nodded imperceptibly at the head of the royal court.

—————— falls on the dividing line between the two worlds of Tesa Guarsa—————

"I said he had the idea...... It can also be considered crazy. ”

Before heading to the surface of the Dreadclaw filled with all sorts of Midnight Lords and was finally ready to launch into the atmosphere of Thesaguarsa, one of the First Flame Claws said this by locking himself in his fixed position.

"But that's what the prophet himself meant."

The man who spoke shrugged, "Well, he doesn't need to let us carry it anyway - the Prophet is carried by his mortal slaves." That guy is still quite capable, isn't he? ”

The pun, which might have provoked rebuke or even repentance from some of their cousins, elicited a general low laugh in the team's communication channel filled with ionospheric interference.

While most of them don't have similar needs, and the main interests of the servants of the Dark Prince that exist among them are not in those areas, the Midnight Lords of the day are strangely able to get a little pleasure from this kind of mortal topic that borders on "eyebrows".

- It's not funny at all, and it's clear that the legions of villains are still a collection of fear-inflicting violence and headless flies 10,000 years later.

One of their beings who was observing them in the shadow of the fixed hook thought to himself, but he realized in exasperation that he was sighing slightly.

At the same time, I can also observe my heart calmly and clearly.

He had never had a similar opportunity before.

It was funny, and it was the reason why he hibernated and observed them in a surprisingly peaceful way.

After all, even when the Dream Eater is at his strongest, or when Sai is desperate to use his abilities...... Never did it for him.

In this way, there is indeed a reason why Perturabo values this strange mortal soul so much.

The thought of how panicked his fourth brother, who seemed to have fur of such good quality that it tickled his fingertips, might be at this moment against his long mouth that could not spit out ivory, and how panicked he became while his mouth hardened, and a shudder of strange emotions sweetly swept over the surface of his soul.

But the reason why Conrad Coetz noticed this mortal soul in the first place was not because of this—yes, the great Night Lord saw at first glance that the body of his fourth brother was not what most people thought, it was the half of Perturabo or the soul connected thing, it was a very different thing, he had never seen such a mortal soul.

But he could also feel that the soul did have some strange connection with him or his brothers.

Therefore, the Night King made up his mind to stay and approach him.

So when he was asked who he was, he naturally lied, he knew who they were looking for, and he probably knew what had happened to him and the blackbirds, but he wouldn't tell them.

When Coates claimed that he was the blackbird who was supposed to be there, he was delighted to observe the horror that flashed across the faces of his brothers and Machado as he had expected, and it was so wonderful that he was about to grin at the mere recollection.

And of course, why not?

Because no one can or dare to test whether an Origin is lying, lying is a very useful skill.

First of all, of course, what made the primordial of the Eighth Legion most concerned was that in that place that was filled with the stench of control and rules that his brothers thought they had.

The life and ending of a mortal should have been left to him like an open book, but he could not see the end of this mortal, who now knew his full name: Ramizane Kalosini.

No matter how many times, he could not see the end of this soul, but he could feel its nature; Secondly, after being "superimposed" by him, Midnight Ghost suddenly "realized" a glimmer of "self".

- Death is not important compared to the "pure self".

He must have said this sentence before, but now that he really understood it better, and had a new understanding, the source of this unprecedented stability and thin hope was very contrasting from the simultaneous echo of the soul of a mortal who was cursing and hissing in his mind at this moment.

What a very lively mortal.

…… If you dig open your skull with your fingers and stick it into your brain, will you be able to catch him......

Conrad Coetzes was in a trance suddenly, did any thoughts flash through just now?

He thought about it for a moment, and found that the inability to catch that thought might just be some kind of sequelae of his perennial hallucinations.

Then he listened to the vivid voice of the mortal in his skull, as silent as night, dark as stagnant water.

【噫——! No way! Why are there so many Midnight Lords here! How can they be so close! Uh-uh – it's disgusting to look at real corpse decorations in person...... Where is this?! I hate plasma horror movies! I don't want to look! I don't want to watch it! 】

Mr. Ramizane Kalosini let out a sharp soul burst in Conrad Coz's mind.

(End of chapter)