Emperor's Bane

Chapter 260 Morgan: Fuck the Emperor

【Your combat skills are too unfamiliar, my parasite brother. 】

[Not even as good as Magnus. 】

Midnight is approaching.

One more second.

The Spider Queen's right ear caught the softest announcement, it was the midnight ghost's sharp claws tearing the curtain in the darkness again, eager to drag her into a nightmare.

Morgan didn't retreat, she stepped cautiously on every piece of land that was confirmed safe, turned around, and leaned to the left, the blue-black spear pierced the sound of shaking the air, and in an instant resisted the attack from Midnight Ghost. A careless claw.

The Lord of the Second Legion narrowed her eyes. Her blue pupils, which were always full of rationality, had now turned into narrow contempt. Her seemingly thin wrist twisted, turning the weighty blade into a The roaring turbulence forced back the attack of the blood relatives in the blink of an eye, and also left a bloody trace on the withered pale arm.

No.17 Road.

In her heart, the Spider Queen counted quietly: this was the No. 17 wound she gave Conrad, and it was also the No. 17 round of their confrontation.

Poor guy: he's far more ignorant and savage, bloodthirsty and crazy than Morgan imagined.

Midnight Ghost didn't even dodge the sharp blades of his blood relatives at all. He let his pale limbs and shoulders be covered with bloody wounds. The pain over and over again strengthened his strength, allowing him to focus more on the offensive again and again. , like a desperado trapped in a corner.

The more barbaric he is, the more contempt the Spider Queen has in her heart.

Another attack, another collision, another wound, the blue-black steel blade fluttered under the great force of the Primarch, drawing a blurry crescent in the pure darkness, resisting midnight alone The two sharp claws struck by the ghost again made the faces of the two emperor's heirs very close.

Through the metal net intertwined with gun blades and rotting nails, Morgan could even see the bloody hands of Midnight Ghost, and the skeleton face behind them: her blood relatives had a body that had lost almost all muscle and fat. Nightmare face, black eyes almost falling off the pale skin, and in the weak lips, there is a smile composed of craggy yellow teeth and dry gums.

He was laughing, bloody laughing.

It's disgusting.

Morgan couldn't help frowning: During the short period of time they were wrestling, the stench from the throat of the Midnight Ghost was persistently attacking the nasal cavity of the Lord of the Second Legion. It was the smell of rot, mold, and digestive juices. .

Curz noticed this, so he smiled even more happily. This beast with a huge skeleton poured all its savings on his arms, and he realized that [Power] was his in this battle. advantage.

"Didn't you notice, my dear blood?"

Midnight Specter leaned forward, his pitch-black eyes met those icy blue pupils through the collision between metal and flesh, half of his face was corroded by the madness in the darkness.

"Your strength is so pathetic, even my flesh can easily resist your full armor, and I still have excess strength, what else do you have?"

[I have skills learned from Caliban. 】

【Trust me, you won't want to know what that is. 】

The Spider Queen frowned coldly. She hadn't successfully ignited the rage to resolve the battle with spiritual power. After exerting force on her wrist and forcing back another round of attacks, Morgan heard that in the darkness where Curz retreated, There was a rustle of laughter and whispers.

There was dust and blood all over the corridor. It was the blood of a Primarch. Although none of it belonged to Morgan, it was still enough to ignite the Lord of the Second Legion's brow and make her fall into a state of unease.

The Night Haunter was no match for her, and that was pretty obvious: even though Conrad was bigger, stronger, and crazier than she was, he didn't even have a single piece of real armor, his only protection being a shabby The rotten cloak, his only weapon is the pair of thin and pale claws, when he pounced on the Spider Queen's protection and fought with her like two warriors, the only result was that Morgan's spear fell on him. There was a brand new bloodstain on his body.

This even made Morgan a little uneasy: she didn't believe that the Midnight Ghost had only these tricks, and she was not arrogant enough to think that her melee combat could easily defeat any Primarch.

After all, with her melee ability, she couldn't win even against Guilliman.

Contrary to the seriousness of the Spider Queen, Midnight Ghost seemed very relaxed, his words were as harsh as the sound of his sharp claws piercing the air, and even seemed a bit nagging.

"You remind me of old Nostramo, my blood, you remind me of those fellows who dwelt in the pinnacles, who, like you, exulted in their so-called skill, and did not even have no power: their blades are only for the pleasure of scraping the faces of those slaves."

Midnight Ghost was silent for a moment.

"And it's ugly shaved."

Morgan laughed.

【I also find it ugly: But you don't have to use your face as evidence. 】

There was laughter in the darkness, and a random mix of friction sounds: Morgan could hear the sound of Curze's four claws clasping tightly against the wall, piercing through nails that had probably never been trimmed. Metal, let Midnight Ghost patrol above the head of the Lord of the Second Legion like a gecko.

But he did not launch another offensive. When the Primarch's physique full of subspace secrets was constantly repairing his scars, Midnight Specter grabbed the ceiling with the soles of his feet, hanging his claws in mid-air, bending like a centipede Down my spine, enjoying some kind of rambunctious chatter that takes place in the dark.

"Never have I spoken so much at once to someone, my great blood relatives who have risen from the dead, and I always know everything before they open their mouths: as if I could see all the future and destiny .”

[So, fate taught you to become a maggot who is always in love? 】

"No, all it tells me is despair."

The hoarse voice in the darkness seemed to stop for an instant, and when Midnight Ghost spoke again, his voice actually produced less than an instant of sincerity.

"And the end and death."

"..."

"That's about you."

[Why don't I remember. 】

"You just forgot."

"But I haven't forgotten."

Morgan narrowed her eyes, she didn't relax her vigilance, in the darkness, the Lord of the Second Legion could hear the slightest rustling sound, it was like using hard legs to wade a way through the metal Generally, rife with creepy, ghastly determination.

"I have not forgotten a single thing of what I have seen, the most detestable gift given to me by my blood, our father and the dark gods among the clouds, I have seen everything, and I have remembered everything, Can't even forget."

"All of you, Primarchs and mortals, could have lost your mind to the last moment on this shabby and radiant stage, but you can't imagine that when the final act of this drama also falls, when our father When the failed ridiculous empire is about to face its final chapter, what will happen in this galaxy and what path it will take."

"That's something you won't understand, let alone believe. You're not me, and you can't see the only right way: the way I'm walking."

Midnight Ghost let out an incomparably pathetic laugh. His voice, breath, and darkness accompanied his sharp claws as they moved and crawled on the decaying metal walls, appearing in front of Morgan for a while, and for a while. The meeting is far away on the other side of the corridor, if there is any.

"That's the only thing I can do."

"Judgment, justice, order."

"This is my birthright, my calling."

Curtz's voice was like the scales of a poisonous snake rubbing against the rough bark, causing the slightest tremor in the air and dust. Morgan could even recognize his pale body writhing on the ceiling and slowly moving forward.

She narrowed her eyes and realized that I, the midnight ghost, was actually expecting her answer.

So, she spoke.

[This is your vocation? 】

"Yes."

[A law enforcer? 】

"The hand of justice, blood relatives, you can also call it the avenger in the dark, to avenge all those who were hurt by the guilty, because no one will speak for them."

[It sounds like there is a false aesthetic atmosphere in it. 】

"That's not enough to convince you?"

【Yes. 】

【You need to answer me, Curz. 】

In the darkness, the Lord of the Second Legion showed a smile, a smile that was enough to make Coswayne, Ahriman, and Lana feel instinctively creepy.

【tell me. 】

【You killed them because they were guilty? 】

"Yes."

【Then, what is evil? 】

"A crime is a violation of the law..."

[What is law? 】

"The law is the right thing to do."

[What is correct? 】

"...Don't do evil, but do the right thing..."

[What is the right thing?Where is the limit of doing evil? 】

"..."

She heard teeth grinding.

"Why do you prevaricate my answers with questions you know you know?"

【Then why do you ask others for reasons that you can't even explain yourself? 】

"..."

"Because doing so will bring order! I've saved a world..."

[Did you save it? 】

"..."

【Do you know what the word salvation means? 】

"..."

【You call yourself Midnight Ghost, you call yourself the king of Nostramo, you call yourself the bearer of all evils and fears, and you call yourself a great figure. 】

[But you never claimed to be the savior of Nostramo. 】

"..."

[Because you never thought of having this title, because no one calls you that. 】

"..."

"They submit to my order! They gain..."

[Did they obey? 】

In the words that interrupted Midnight Ghost again, the Lord of the Second Legion could already clearly hear the creaking sound of the skinny wrist joints being tightly clenched.

After a long time, the most hideous words were squeezed out from the clenched teeth, and one could even imagine how terrifying that skeleton-like face would become at this time.

"Stop talking nonsense here! Dead man!"

"I saved Nostramo! I saved all! I dragged them out of the realm of the beast! True order was achieved through fear! Quiet! Obedience! No killing, riot and theft! Only in order Everyone who surrenders safely in the operation of the world!"

"This is order! This is salvation! This is the right way, the only way!"

【……Ah. 】

Morgan smiled, and her unabashed contempt angered the Night Ghost more than all the scars put together, the spine supporting the pale body was constantly bent, like a bow stretched to its limit.

[The only way? 】

"...That's right."

【Have you tried other paths? 】

"I have seen the future, and I have already remembered all the directions in my mind. I have seen the result of every choice, and seen the destruction in the incomplete fragments, so I know what is right and what must be done of?"

[That is to say, you didn’t even see the complete process, but just by remembering the moment brought by the so-called result, you decided that this is the only way? 】

"In front of the real result, the so-called process is not important."

[Your words sound like picking up a piece of meat off the floor, regardless of whether it is moldy, dusty, or fused in a pile of excrement: just throw it directly into your smelly Dry mouth. 】

[Whatever, it will rot into a lump in the stomach anyway. 】

"..."

[Oh, sorry, I forgot. 】

[Such unhygienic, beast-like behavior seems to be done by someone all the time: he still thinks other people are beasts. 】

"...you can't piss me off, queen of carrion corpses, your words are as ridiculous as a child's when compared to Nostramo's dark, I see the real future, I don't care about the present..."

[The real future? 】

These words appeared together with Morgan's laughter. She raised one foot, and the teasing on her face couldn't even be concealed by the thick darkness.

[What a coincidence, my parasite brother, I just saw a real future: I saw that in a certain period of time in the future, you will kneel down and kiss my socks and feet. 】

[It's not too late, why don't we start now? 】

"..."

Midnight Ghost's sincere desire to fight came from the distant darkness.

"you……"

【What's wrong with me?You don't want to do it, do you, brother parasite?You must know that you only saw the result, maybe which process I saw? 】

【How do you know that this is a lie that I told you? 】

"..."

[Maybe it's true? 】

[Maybe it is some future that you haven't had time to see yet? 】

[Maybe in the future, in addition to letting you kill people, skin people, eat rats and wild dogs, you will also let you kiss my feet: Compared with the first three, I don't think this is so unacceptable. 】

"..."

[Maybe if you don’t do this, there will be countless worlds that cannot be saved. After all, you have deviated from the only correct path, so no matter how much effort you put in, it is not as good as a fragment bestowed on you by the future. Let no one be saved. 】

[Do you dare to bet? 】

"..."

【You do not dare. 】

[After all, it was the only correct path that saved them. After all, the future is everything: what are you? 】

"..."

After a long absence, the Lord of the Second Legion smelled a silence that would bring slaughter and death from a blood brother: the last time he had this feeling was in front of Jonson...

But Jonson doesn't stink so much.

Morgan waited quietly for a while, until she realized that the rustling sound was accompanied by an indescribable silence, getting closer and closer to her, and the Primarch, who had long been tired of this boring talk, just Clenching her spear tightly, she yawned lazily, amidst the involuntary teardrops, she uttered the last sentence with a smile.

【so. 】

【Do you want to kiss the right foot or the left foot? 】

"..."

[How about asking about your future? 】

"..."

"enough!!!"

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roar.

neigh.

hysteria.

At the end of the corridor, in the eyes of the old Guards standing ready at all times, for some reason, the fight between the Primarchs suddenly became extraordinarily frantic.

Originally just a midnight ghost wandering randomly like a floating cloud, when he finished his conversation with Queen Gene, he bent his spine again and burst out of the darkness like an unstoppable night hurricane.

He has become extremely manic and reckless, he let the spear of the Lord of the Second Legion pierce wounds one after another on his body, dragging his bleeding body, desperately trying to get close to his opponent.

What's even more frightening is: relying on the innate talent and power of the Primarch, Midnight Ghost is indeed approaching his blood relatives step by step. He growled like a feline beast with its hind legs pierced, He smashed through the curtain of the long spear with his skull and hands, like a wild boar breaking into the narrow shop full of glass products.

The Spider Queen didn't panic because of this, she rolled up her long steel skirt, and protected her upper body with the weapons presented by the Fire Dragon Lord and the Medusa Overlord, blocking the Midnight Ghost's barbaric collisions again and again, be careful He obeyed the rhythm and footsteps of the battle, never losing ground.

But in the eyes of the Dawnbreakers hundreds of meters apart, when the wild hair of the Midnight Ghost can touch the arm of their genetic mother, the situation is already in jeopardy to the point where they must go out.

But there is one person who thinks otherwise: he stops all his comrades.

"The Primarch has been approached! Lana! We must go there immediately!"

"……Do not."

"not now."

The Chief Old Guard stopped his combat brothers, his eyes were constantly shuttling back and forth between the distant battle and the shadows at the edge of the corridor, as if he was confirming something.

"The Primarch needs us to her side! Lana!"

"The Primarch needs us here!"

Lana turned his head and looked at his indignant battle brothers: most of them are excellent fighters and experienced battlefield killers, but they still lack the knowledge of a fact.

He narrowed his eyes and his voice was unmistakably calm.

"We need to stay here!"

"you!……"

"You don't know what a battle between the Primarchs means. When neither side shows obvious signs of decline, we stay here and don't approach rashly. This is the best assistance for the Primarch."

"Also, even if we want to go there, we must not approach from here."

"why?"

"Midnight Ghost is a monster that grew up in conspiracy, hunting and traps. Keep your eyes and thermal imaging observation equipment open and take a closer look at the ground and walls of this corridor."

"Think again: Why did our genetic mother use psionic energy to cross this short distance all the way? The logistics warehouse just reported the loss of a batch of melta bombs, you idiots!"

"...Then what shall we do?"

"..."

"Give me light, and a map!"

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"Sometimes I feel like, I actually like to kill: I'm pure because of it."

"We all have the power to kill, but most are afraid to use it."

"including you."

"My blood relatives."

"How much power, means, and viciousness have you suppressed now?"

"Are you afraid of them?"

Midnight Ghost was still uttering stinking words almost crazily, his words were almost crazily talking to himself, he didn't care about Morgan's answer at all, it seemed that it was only gradually accumulating along with his bloodthirsty accumulation.

And Morgan didn't speak, she responded silently.

[Sterno] and [Urielle] spread out at the moment when the claws of the Midnight Ghost attacked again, from both hands to the entire arm. Their materials are far harder than the outer shell of the battleship. Conrad's claws came back in vain and presented the Lord of the Second Legion with a golden opportunity.

The Night Ghost got too close: he was right in front of Morgan, the door wide open.

Morgan did not miss this opportunity: she clenched the spear with both hands, and pierced Midnight Ghost's shriveled abdomen without hesitation, even revealing a half-meter-long bloody spike on his back. At the same time, her head He retreated quickly, dodging the frenzied claws of the painful Midnight Ghost, but lost half an inch of side hair on both sides of his cheeks.

It was a decisive blow, but it also avoided the vital blow. The spear dodged Midnight Ghost's intestines, stomach and spine, and temporarily nailed him to the wall, allowing the silver-haired Primarch to smile in disdain. Zhong asked his crazy brother.

[Your mouth doesn't seem to be helping you gain an advantage, parasite. 】

"indeed so."

Curz sneered, twisting himself off the blade of the gun.Leaving a trail of stinking blood dripping from the blue-black metal.

"But not necessarily next time."

Morgan laughed, too lazy to speak, but continued to brandish her spear, forcing the Midnight Haunting against one wall while the Primarch himself occupied the other: she knew both walls were extraordinarily rotten. , couldn't sustain the collision of the two emperor's heirs at all, and knew that behind Curze was the void, and behind her was an empty room.

It's game over.

Morgan thought so.

The Spider Queen took the initiative to attack once very rarely, which seemed to frighten Midnight Ghost: Although his legs were still firmly grasping the wall, his hands could only block the spear of the Lord of the Second Legion in a hasty defense .

This meant that Morgan had a free hand: she did not hesitate, and quickly clenched her fist, using the greatest strength, aimed at the scar on Curz's abdomen: it was healing rapidly, but it had not fully recovered.

With one punch, the Primarch could feel the bowels and stomach of the Night Ghost groaning under his might, could feel the congealed flesh Konrad called food being crushed by the savage blow. Everything was overturned, and even rushed directly into the throat of Midnight Ghost.

It became.

Even the Lord of the Second Legion couldn't help laughing at this moment, she could predict the fatality of this blow, and her fist even hit the opponent's stomach directly.

The battle is over.

Morgan raised his head and watched Kerz's distorted face trapped on the wall.

……

then.

------

She saw a smile.

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"Wow!!!!"

Midnight Ghost, throw up.

Under the long-planned arrangement, in the process of continuous devouring and accumulation, in this trap covered by extreme pain: With the help of Morgan's unreserved blow, all the undigested things in Curz's stomach were released This moment gushed out of the intestines one after another, wrapped in Conrad's laughter and madness, broke through the shackles of gravity, and broke through the checkpoints of the throat and teeth.

He spat it out.

Right in front of Morgan, on top of his head.

Large pieces of rotten minced meat and foul-smelling food fell from the sky at this moment, like an unavoidable flood. The Primarch could even clearly see the rodent corpses half corroded by Curtz's digestive juice. With yellow-green viscous liquid, it hit her arms directly: one of them was holding a weapon tightly to confront Curz, and the other hit Midnight Ghost in the stomach, completely in this direction. Within range of the vomit torrent.

[...! 】

In the reaction time of less than a second brought by her superhuman senses, the Spider Queen didn't even have time to pick up her ideal. Under the influence of a certain natural character and gender, she instinctively withdrew her arms , dodging the tide of swill that would overwhelm her.

Because of this, she revealed a flaw.

At that moment, when she stepped back and did not stand still, whether it was the blue-black spear, whether it was Steno or Urielle, or even the soul shield wrapped by the Primarch , cannot protect her.

And Midnight Ghost has been waiting for this moment from the very beginning.

The Lord of Nostramo, who had been hanging on the wall, flew out like a spring. He didn't mind that his body was covered with his own vomit. In an instant, it hit his blood relatives like a meteorite.

Before Morgan's will could call out any spiritual energy shield, Midnight Ghost had already pounced on her body, and those overly long arms helped him hook the fragile neck of the Spider Queen, and strangled him firmly, faintly Yellow saliva slid down his sharp teeth, and Conrad couldn't help but move closer to his own blood, whispering foul-smelling whispers in her ear.

"Surprise~"

The next moment, the impact brought by the weight of the two Primarchs directly tore the fragile wall behind Morgan, smashing them both into the endless dark maze behind the wall.

……

"Lana!"

The Old Guards witnessed all this, and the chainsaws in their hands quickly began to roar, and everyone looked at their commander with the last sliver of reason before running wildly.

The chief guard's answer was to slam it aside after taking one last look at the map.

"I know where they went."

"Follow me! Get ready for battle!"

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"Die, my blood."

"It's good for us."

The noisy voices danced in the darkness where no one could see anything clearly. The two powerful Primarchs continued to fight in the ashes that had not been touched for decades, but the situation had reversed a bit.

Morgan's spear was lost when it fell from the midnight ghost, and three scars were left on her neck. At this moment, she and her blood brother had already held each other's throats and held each other's throats. smashed against the hard stone wall in the dark.

They suffered casualties, but at the moment when Midnight Ghost approached Morgan, he undoubtedly had the upper hand. His vulgar fighting skills and disorderly attacks were infinitely magnified at this moment, regardless of the second How skillfully the lord of the legion used the fighting techniques he had learned, but he always fell into more and more troublesome quagmire amidst the unreasonable entanglement of the midnight ghost.

"Haven't you noticed that your psychic power will interact with me?"

When Conrad grabbed Morgan's throat again and smashed her to the ground, he approached her ear, and the hot air from his mouth directly hit the Spider Queen's face.

"Oh, look what I said, of course you know this, you know from the moment you see me that we have psychic interference with each other, you are afraid of being soaked in all the madness in my head: so, you You don’t even dare to use psionic power, and now, you can’t use it either.”

Curz lowered his head, and the water dripping from between his sharp teeth dripped onto Morgan's neck.

"Maybe I should kill you right here, right here, and it will put everything back on track, and put you back in your sinful plans."

Enjoying it, Midnight Ghost listened to the murmured words of the blood relatives under him, as well as the echo of coughing up blood, his tone seemed to fall into some kind of desperate memory.

"You know, I saw the choice you made, and I saw the direction you chose for the future: There are eight chairs in the hall that are destined to be full, but only half of them have their own owners."

"You didn't go to the fifth, you chose endless change and unknowability for yourself, you tied yourself to the end of the empire, you chose your own power: enslavement, exclusion, extermination... and aliens, and something else."

"You, know, know, yes, right?"

"You know, I'm right, like you know there's nothing you can do..."

"..."

"why are you laughing?"

When he saw the sneering smile on that white and tender face, Midnight Ghost felt for the first time that something seemed unexpected.

【……cough……】

【Coz, do you remember? 】

"Remember what?"

[Caliban...swordsmanship...]

"..."

"what?"

Before he finished speaking, Midnight Ghost suddenly felt that his lower body was suddenly unstable: when he was intoxicated by his own words, [Yuri Ellie], who had quietly detached from the original body's arm, had already grabbed one of Curz's feet , with a firm tug, the Spider Queen's legs were released.

Morgan didn't hesitate. She pushed her knees and punched upwards.

"Crack!"

Even Midnight Ghost couldn't completely restrain the severe pain between his legs. The momentary pain made his sharp claws loosen slightly, but after he reacted, he found that his blood relatives of the living dead had already rolled aside.

……

Damn!

Without the slightest hesitation, Midnight Specter jumped up, enduring the pain, and fled in the darkness. Right behind him, with the ruthless pupils scattered among the silver hair, the psychic spell was quickly spread.

Just looking back, Midnight Ghost felt a new pain coming from his right arm. He turned his head to look, only to find that the whole arm had been hanging down feebly.

"..."

This time, the game is really over.

Coz slammed open the door, and ran in circles towards the darkness. Behind him, waves of psychic energy that could end everything swept into a silent roaring Hydra, devouring everything in the darkness, Can't give up.

[Conrad—Kurz! ! ! ! 】

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Twenty Dawnbreaker guards were rushing forward in the darkness, but their footsteps stopped involuntarily in the next instant.

There is no other reason.

"Rana, thermal imaging shows an extremely high-velocity object approaching us."

Lana blinked and made a judgment in an instant.

"Everyone, stop moving forward!"

"Aim ahead, design saturated firepower, block the road!"

"That could be our Primarch!"

"Even if our Primarch is weak to the limit, he will not be killed by a bullet!"

No one refuted, and twenty Terminator veterans quickly raised their shooting weapons. The next moment, the intense flames completely illuminated the entire dark passage, and thousands of explosive orders mercilessly covered everything.

"...Damn it."

Midnight Specter saw that his front was engulfed by a crazy sea of ​​flames, even he didn't dare to crash into it, but at the moment of hesitation, the life-threatening pursuers behind him had already killed him.

The surrounding metal walls began to twist and mutate continuously. Hundreds of steel bars gushed out like disturbed long snakes, stabbing mercilessly at the midnight ghost among them, and the ground under their feet also changed from extremely hard in an instant. The rock twisted into the embarrassing mud, and delayed the steps of King Nostramo until countless steel bars pierced his body, tied him up, and dragged him all the way back to the deepest part of the darkness. place.

Morgan was there, and she was silent.

This silence made Midnight Ghost feel even more jealous and dissatisfied than all the anger before.

Because then, she laughed.

【I'm really touched that you are willing to come back, Conrad. 】

In the darkness, the Lord of the Second Legion walked unhurriedly to Curz, who was tightly bound by countless spiritually strengthened steel bars. She raised her hand casually, and the next moment, her bones were blown to pieces The sound of torture came from the legs of Midnight Ghost, leaving the night king who was gritting his teeth in cold sweat.

Morgan wasn't angry: at least it didn't look like she was, she just combed her loose hair lazily, wiped off the ashes on her cheeks one by one, wiped off the dirt on her clothes bit by bit, and then used psionic power to clean her hair. Hands grabbed the ankle of Midnight Ghost.

smashed out.

Smash it again.

Then smash.

The King of Nostramo, who has no struggle at all, is like a dart in Morgan's hands. With the most powerful swing, he slammed around in the maze-like darkness, piercing through the decaying walls with his own skull. , until the blood overflowing from the top of the head soaked the entire pale face into a deep red, making people not only doubt whether Midnight Ghost is still breathing.

It wasn't until the old guard outside the door involuntarily stopped because of his mother's angry whispers that Morgan, who vented his anger a little, dragged Midnight Ghost's ankle with his psychic power, dragging all the way, all over the place. She advanced several hundred meters on the sharp road of gravel and scrap iron, leaving a trail of blood that stretched all the way to her feet.

Morgan was already leaning on a seat that was in disrepair. She casually glanced at the barely breathing Midnight Ghost, her pupils already filled with sincere contempt.

[Do you have anything else to say? 】

The Spider Queen coldly dropped the final statement. Between the dust that was thrown up and the icy steel, Midnight Specter first panted heavily, and then kept coughing dirty blood and filth.

"you……"

"You can't kill me!"

Curz roared, his voice was intermittent, but it was full of viciousness and confidence enough to make him act recklessly.

"You won't kill me!"

He was spitting, and the inside was already thick with blood and tooth fragments. Midnight Ghost turned his head sideways, only half of his face was exposed.

"You can't kill me!"

"I am redeemed!"

"My life was taken away by the assassin of the Lord of Humanity, that is my judgment!"

He roared, hoarse: as if this is the unbreakable truth.

And what answered him was the sharp and icy amused Spider Queen's voice, as well as her unhurried voice of taking off something.

[Remember, Conrad-Coates. 】

[From this moment on, your life does not belong to the Emperor for the time being. 】

[And it belongs to me. 】

[Remember this. 】

Morgan smiled, and then, she raised her feet: she took off her boots and socks, and the feet that accumulated sweat in the battle stepped on Midnight Ghost's cheek without hesitation, covering his right ear , face, eyebrows and the broken teeth.

[Remember all this. 】

【Remember your current shame. 】

[This is what you asked for. 】

The Spider Queen casually kneaded her blood relative's pale cheeks that were so thin that there was no trace of fat with her toes, carefully avoiding the eyes and mouth: after all, her soles were still sweaty.

[Remember all this. 】

【And my words to you. 】

She lowered her body, and gently uttered her sincere words under the unbelievable eyes of Midnight Ghost.

Then, he stomped his head into the hard stone slab.

……

[Emperor? 】

……

[Fuck the Emperor. 】

(End of this chapter)