40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 683 65. Belated Judgment (Chapter Twenty-six, Three-in-One)

Leman Russ had always felt that some of the qualities he and his Legion possessed were inseparable from Fenris.

Not that the haunted ice ball was a place worthy of a long poem; quite the contrary, Russ believed, their cruelty, ruthlessness, and barbarity were all due to Fenris.

Although this sounded a bit stupid and funny, he still thought so because everything has two sides.

Fenris does not welcome the weak, but does it welcome the strong? Wrong, this place full of ghosts, evil spirits, and beasts that want to kill people actually welcomes no one.

Even when the Emperor came, it was like a blizzard with a look of "You'd better get out of here or hide from me." In Russ's impression, Fenris never gave the Emperor a good look during his two rare visits.

In other words, it is fair - it has done this to the Lord of Mankind, what more could you ask of it?

So it is with the wolves of Fenrisian descent, and they are fair too.

Those who can hang out with them will be surprised to find that most of these long-toothed beasts, who are often called killers and monsters, are actually quite humorous. Many of them have bad tempers, but even more of them can take a joke.
But now back to that two-sided statement - only those who have the courage to approach them can enjoy this treatment.

Ruth looked up and whistled deliberately: "Happy hunting, you two?"

His words made one of the two faces covered with snow and blood become gloomy, but the other one didn't care at all, just nodded, raised his left hand, and showed a huge monster head to the Fenris people.

The latter, still squatting on the ground, smiled, and suddenly reached out and threw the hatchet. A flash of fire flashed, and a pungent odor rose slowly.

In the snow, the hunter looked down at the charred head in his hand, threw it on the ground, then turned around, picked up Rus's axe, and walked towards him.

"How could this be?"

The hunter asked calmly and even handed the axe back to him, showing no signs of anger at all.

"What do you mean?" Ruth asked, squatting.

"All my weapons have been specially processed. They are very primitive, but compared to ordinary weapons, they are far superior to any other weapons when the enemy is a demon. But my weapons are ineffective against that thing. Whether it is a spear or a knife, it is difficult to kill it completely."

The hunter narrated in a low voice while fixing his eyes on the axe in Rus's hand.

"How can it do such a thing? Is it because of the exorcism talisman?"

"You could say that."

Russ answered, and beckoned him to crouch down with him. The hunter did not hesitate, and did it more thoroughly. He stepped back and half-knelt, so that he could observe the glowing runes in the snow more closely.

"Before the Wolves officially accepted the Fenrisians and Fenris officially accepted the Wolves, there was a long time when the power of the Amulet or similar names was only in the hands of a few people. A powerful chieftain, a mysterious priest..."

"They don't know its nature, they just know it can drive away evil spirits and make them afraid to come again."

"No doubt, the way they used it was stupid, because they never thought of exploring what was hidden behind such a seemingly cost-free power. However, it was only stupid. They did not explore the truth because the sneaky truth is often useless except for stinging people."

"You could describe their mentality as escapism, but they stumbled into doing the right thing - and that saved everyone from harm until this force came into view of the wolves."

Ruth suddenly snorted coldly and laughed self-deprecatingly: "Or rather, I led him into the wolf pack."

The hunter listened in silence, showing no sign of expressing any opinion. Instead, the third person present, the king, with a gloomy face and snow all over his shoulders and back, spoke.

"You're starting to tell another story," he said coldly and in a low voice. "Another metaphor?"

"Don't be impatient, Your Majesty - I'm just explaining to him what he wants to know, okay? I'm definitely not trying to tell you another story so I can find some excuse to laugh at you. Why would I do that? Give me some time, I'm getting to the point."

A complex emotion flashed across the king's gloomy eyes. For some reason, his expression softened a little in the face of such ridicule.

"I hope your emphasis can help us a little. That demon must die. We must not let it escape."

Ruth raised his eyebrows slightly and suddenly asked, "Why?"

"what?"

"Why don't you want it to leave?" the Fenrisian asked, looking up. "It didn't show any hostility towards the two of you from beginning to end, didn't you notice? No matter how hard you attacked it, it didn't fight back."

The king pondered for a moment, sheathed his sword, raised his left hand, pressed the hilt of the dagger and spoke in a very calm voice.

"After the war form I was familiar with was tainted by Chaos and completely changed, in pursuit of victory, I began to explore various taboos. Knowing yourself and the enemy is the first prerequisite for winning the war. So I understand that any evil deeds in the material world can cast a ripple in the subspace."

"I want to ask, can you count how many people Serafax has murdered for his plan? So many deaths, even if they are just unnecessary accumulation, can turn a small ripple into a huge wave. How powerful will the monster born from this have? If it is allowed to escape, how many people will die?"

The wind was blowing hard, the king closed his eyes, raised his right hand, adjusted the golden crown on his head, and slowly shook his head, his voice gradually becoming deeper.

"How can I ignore such a thing? I may have nothing left. If I become a damned traitor, I might as well draw my sword and commit suicide now."

The hunter's expression suddenly became a little surprised, and this little bit of emotion did not escape Rus's perception. In fact, everything that was suffering from the cold in this blizzard could not escape.

"What do you think?" He turned around and deliberately asked the hunter. "Hmm? What do you say, good hunter? Our king said that he might lose everything. Did you hear anything?"

The hunter raised his eyes solemnly, gave him a serious but sad look, and then spoke slowly.

"Serafax is a traitor, he's in league with the devil. I do want to go back, that's true, but I'd rather die here than at his hand."

This is really
Russ took a deep breath and had to admit that he was a little irritated, or annoyed. But he concealed it well, and neither the hunter nor the king could see his true emotions at the moment - they were inexperienced and didn't know how to deal with him.

Or maybe, there was no chance in time.

Russ gritted his teeth, raised his hand axe and knocked it against his chest. The sound of metal collision cleverly covered up the slightly dull sound. The two looked at him, waiting for what would happen next.

"The essence of the rune is simple," the Fenrisian says. "It is a vow, or ritual, or whatever you want to call it, with a price attached. Its function is simple: to drive away, track down, kill, or destroy all evil spirits within the rune's range."

"How strong its effect is depends on the determination and willpower of the user. The more you want to protect or destroy something, the more and stronger it can do."

He grinned, put away his hatchet, walked over to the already cold body of Lion El'Jonson, and lifted him up.

The Spear of Dionysus slipped from the corpse's fingers and was bitten by one of the giant wolves. It followed Rus silently, while the other wolf took the lead in stepping into the raging snowstorm and soon disappeared completely.

The Fenrisian then freed one hand, tore off his cloak, pulled out a tough rope from his waist, bent down, and tied the emaciated and much smaller corpse to the back of the spear-holding giant wolf with very skillful techniques.

During this time, the hunter wanted to help but was silently refused. He had to watch Russ do everything alone. Finally, he covered the corpse with the cloak and tied it tightly with another rope so that the wind and snow could no longer touch him.

"So, to whom was its price transferred?" the king asked, his voice suppressed, as if he was waiting for Rus to finish his work.

Russ didn't even look at him, but took the Spear of Dionysus from the giant wolf's mouth and answered casually: "Fenris."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped into the snowstorm. The remaining two people, unwilling to be left behind, immediately followed.

But the scene outside has changed, from the vast expanse of snow to magnificent towers, one after another, of different sizes, but strangely presenting a harmonious beauty of extreme complexity.

They are arranged like this, forming a magnificent valley that makes people want to immerse their minds completely in it. But if you take a closer look, you will find that they are actually tombstones and coffins.

The translucent surface was covered with names, and the inside was filled with corpses. Children, old people, adults, regardless of status, were buried together. Some of the towers were already blurred, and visibility was greatly reduced. Only a few corpses could be seen floating at the top, and the rest were filled with a sticky and dark liquid.

Others did not, but the situation was even worse. The three people present could clearly see the production process of the black water - it was separated from the corpse. At first, some white could be seen, and a face that was either afraid or in pain, but it soon turned into nothingness in the bubbles and whirlpools, as if it was swallowed up or assimilated.

Ignoring the hunter and the king's shared rage, the Fenrisian spoke calmly.

"It takes energy to maintain this empty world. The place you were just in is actually just an illusion. This is its true appearance. His method is very clever, but I have seen more clever ones. Let's go. These people need to truly rest in peace, instead of being robbed of everything after death."

"What to do?" asked the hunter, his face twitching horribly.

"Go ahead, big guy." Ruth gave a sharp smile. "What else do you think?"

"Is there a more efficient way?" the king asked, his brows furrowed, his face showing both the shame of hindsight and pure anger at this horrific atrocity.

"No, Your Majesty, this is the most efficient way." Russ shrugged. "Stupid way, old way. Good way. Let's go."

He was the first to step into the valley, and after a few minutes, the king realized that he was not joking. This was indeed the most effective way, because the material that made up the towers was incredibly fragile.

He didn't even need to use a weapon, just a light punch could make the entire tower shatter from the root and collapse, causing more collapse. Corpses fell from the sky and rained down around them.

The king had no time to apologize, he just forced himself to concentrate - he knew what this meant, the forbidden knowledge he had read told him that all rituals could not escape the supply of energy.

Sacrifices, spells and ritual sites are all indispensable, and the glass towers before their eyes carrying the bodies of innocent people are the embodiment of the two most important links combined into one. Without sacrifices and ritual sites, how long can such a horrible world last?

The king did not have a definite answer, but he believed that it would not take long - his perception was correct. In just ten minutes, the three primarchs completely destroyed the glass city that flattened the valley.

Corpses were scattered all over the ground and black water was flowing everywhere. There was no pungent smell, but it made this hell seem even more terrifying.

Among the three people present, the hunter seemed to be the most violent. He had been clenching his fists tightly, and at this moment, the muscles on his cheeks were twitching nervously. His lips kept rising, and saliva mixed with blood slowly dripped down.
"It's here." The hunter tried to speak clearly, but his eyes were bloodshot. "I can smell it. It's here."

"It seems that just chopping off one head is not enough, good hunter?" Rus asked with a hint of sarcasm.

As soon as he finished speaking, he did nothing, and the other giant wolf that had disappeared in the snow came right in front of them. The thick fur could not hide the movement of its muscles, and the beast's eyes looked extremely cold.

It walked to the side of Russ, bared its teeth and growled a few times. The latter listened and nodded repeatedly, finally ending with an extremely obvious sneer.

"It's hiding." The Fenrisian smiled darkly and maliciously. "It still doesn't seem to want to be your enemy - this is very interesting. By the way, is there a very young one among you?"

The king's thoughts were interrupted by his sudden turn. He frowned slightly, subconsciously reached out and pressed the Sky Eagle badge on his chest, then nodded slowly.

"Young?" The hunter panted and shook his head. "No, he is just a child. Why do you ask? He can't be here, he is still asleep, and even if he came, he wouldn't-"

Ruth kept that smile, took a deep, deep breath, and interrupted him.

"--No, no, good hunter, he is here. So, we have to kill a child." He said slowly. "And we have to kill him in the most cruel, evil and horrible way."

As soon as he finished speaking, he thrust out his spear. There was no sign of this attack, and it was not fast, at least not for the hunter and the king.

They could clearly see the trajectory of its movement - how it flew out of Rus's hand with power, how it drew a graceful arc, and finally stopped at a young chest, piercing the boy firmly into the ground.

Blood dripped slowly, and a pair of eyes like green buds filled with tears of pain. He looked at them without saying a word, but he did not run away either.

Ruth ran forward, growling continuously.

"Wait a minute——"

The hunter stretched out his hand to try to stop him, his expression changing from rage to astonishment, the complexity of which was still unknown. But he was still a step too slow, as Russ had already rushed to the boy, kicked him up, pulled out his spear, and then pierced his head and stabbed it into the ground again.

The king almost heard the hiss of iron piercing flesh.

For some reason, he was a little dazed at the moment, and his right hand unconsciously clenched his badge. At the same time, he heard a thunderous footsteps behind him, and a shadow brushed past his shoulder and took away his dagger.

Only then did he hear a gasp of shock, anger and fear, like an angry bull slowly paddling the ground.

"Don't do that!" the hunter roared. "Let him go first!"

Russ didn't even look at him, threw down the corpse and the spear, pulled out the axe from his waist, bent down, lowered his head, and raised his arm - so easily and naturally, he put the axe to the hunter's neck.

Although the latter held two sharp blades in his hands, he did not raise them, and had no intention of swinging them at Russ. Instead, the Fenrisian axe had already sunk shallowly into the hunter's neck, and the blood flowed, but was completely swallowed by the axe blade before it could slide off.

"To be honest, you're a good hunter." Russ spoke slowly, with a touch of warmth in his voice. "So why not give it a sniff? Can you smell him?"

The hunter did as he was told subconsciously, but his expression suddenly became panic-it was unbelievable that such an expression appeared on his face, but it happened just like that. His lips trembled a few times, and he wanted to say something, but he failed.

Finally, he took a step back dejectedly and asked in a low voice: "How could this happen?"

Russ laughed again, put away his axe, stood up straight, pulled the Spear of Dionysus out of the boy's head, and answered his question in a very strange and light tone.

"That's how it works, old sport. That's how the fucking world works. I bet you two knew him, didn't you? Maybe you even groomed him for a time as a more promising one of yours?"

"Ah, think about it, those were some good times. Makes me want to hear those stories. You told him your stories, didn't you? And warned him not to make the same mistakes if he ever gets the chance to go back? Hum, ha, hahahahahaha."

Russ laughed, turned around and shook his head at the speechless hunter.

"Alas, giving light to the desperate and then extinguishing it completely, what an old-fashioned yet heartbreaking trick."

Behind him, the boy's miserable corpse was being swallowed up by the black water on the ground. Slowly, a monster stood up.

It was very tall, but also very thin, like a premature baby that had not developed well. It covered its face with its hands. Its deformed chest and abdomen were bony, and each bone was so sharp, as if millions of swords were hidden under its taut skin. After a while, it finally put its hands down, as if it accepted everything. The hunter and the king saw a face that had become extremely hateful after the mutation. No matter how they compared it with the child in their minds, they could not see any similarity - except for the eyes.

Except for those eyes filled with tears and pain.

The monster opened its mouth and made a request with a sound like metallic friction. Russ heard the request clearly and turned around and swung his spear, piercing the monster's head.

The tall but extremely thin body fell to the ground with a thud, splashing more black water, and stood up again not long after. Under their feet, very deep and very far away, some kind of breaking sound was faintly heard.

Ruth thrust out his spear again with an expressionless face.

Once, twice, three times - he stabbed the heart, stabbed the forehead, beheaded, dismembered, trampled into pulp, chopped into meat sauce - the Primarch who was once the king of killers and loyal dogs used all the killing skills he possessed on a demon, and was full of hatred and motivation.

He was so murderous that he would do anything to kill this demon.
But it just won't die.

It stood up again and again, crying in pain again and again, but it did not resist. It just stood there, bowing its head to accept the slaughter, letting the pain turn into endless punishment - until one hand grasped the hand axe at Rus' waist.

The Fenrisian turned and saw the king's face. He seemed to have aged a dozen years.

He raised the axe, pushed Rus away, and stood in front of the demon.

"We have been here together for countless hours," the king said, his throat heaving. "At first, I thought about going out, about leaving, but soon I could think of nothing but my own memories."

He swung his hand axe and chopped down the demon, who fell to the ground meekly like a sheep, but suddenly let out a terrifying scream, as if he was experiencing pain a hundred times more intense than before.

The exorcism talisman on the axe blade shone as brightly as a dark red sun.

The king crouched down and swung the axe again, and sticky blood splashed and splattered on his face, leaving a numb area.

"I can't forget. This is the lowest limit I set for myself. And I have a good memory. I still remember that we talked about the Sixth Defense of Terra last time. I went out to deal with Conrad Curze who was resurrected from his desecrated corpse. Now continue, listen, child, you like to listen, I remember it."

"Conrad was originally crazy. His talent was both a blessing and a curse. After his death, his soul was taken away and polluted by them, and he became even more insane. I know very well that we cannot use ordinary methods to deal with him, otherwise there will only be more casualties."

The monster roared and rolled over, showing for the first time its desire to evade. But the king did not let him do so, and the axe struck its chest, neck or head again and again.

The black water was surging all around.

"So, I directly broadcast my location to him. It was just him and me, and it would take at least ten minutes for the nearest defense force to arrive. And ten minutes was enough for us to kill each other hundreds of times. So I knew he would come, because at that time, I was the only worthy prey on Terra."

"Sure enough, he came. To my surprise, he was very sober when he came, perhaps for the last time. He told me that he had created an opportunity for us. He gave me a string of coordinates at the edge of the solar system and explained something that seemed like nonsense, and then he fell into madness again. I killed him and ended the sixth defense battle."

"The Night Lords came to me, demanding information about their Primarch, so I told them the truth and took them to the coordinates. Do you know what I saw there, boy?"

Dark flames began to burn on the monster's body. The king's right hand was as steady as steel. Every swing of the axe was resolute and precise, like a robot, but his voice was trembling.

"I saw a dead world, a world of sand, corpses, and dead silence. This was once Baal II. After Sanguinius was forcibly corrupted, his hometown was also implicated. Countless demons emerged from the void, killing everyone here, and used evil magic to forcibly move it in the material world."

"We didn't know about this originally. We were too busy with the endless war to do anything else, but Conrad knew. In fact, he not only knew the new coordinates of this place, but also knew that the souls of the angels who committed suicide were hiding here, fighting an endless war."

"He was alone. Even our father couldn't help him because he was already seriously injured and dying. He couldn't even keep the Star Torch burning. If it weren't for Luo Jia's sacrifice, I'm afraid it would have been completely extinguished long ago."

The black fire entered the body, burning everything. The demon wailed and shivered, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and fled from the king using both hands and feet. It lay in the black water, the flames extinguished, and even the charred parts could be restored in the blink of an eye.
However, after recovering, it came back trembling, knelt before the king, and waited to be killed.

"I came there thinking I could save my brother's soul, but I failed." The king said sadly, his gray hair had long been stained with blood. "Everything I did later failed. My brothers trusted me and nominated me as their commander, but I failed to accomplish anything."

"Jaghatai was besieged by the Four Gods and Demons and died of exhaustion. Perturabo had to be buried in the Dreadnought and died in the Ninth Defense of Terra. Dorn followed closely and entered the Dreadnought. In order to ensure that Lorgar's sacrifice would not be in vain, Robert Guilliman refused to retreat in the eleventh defense and died in the Astronomican Hall. Mortarion lost more than 80% of his organs and his limbs were broken. He no longer had the ability to fight and could not even enter the Dreadnought. He could only be placed in a stasis field and wait for his life. Magnus tried to rebuild the Webway, but was stared at by the evil god in it, lost his mind, and was confused all day long. Corax wanted to emulate Konrad Curze and stop the blood demon army outside the solar system, but was taken into the warp by the angel and disappeared."

Once again, he raised the axe.

"That's the end of the story, child," the king said hoarsely. "I am not the hero you imagined. I failed, completely. I told you all these tears and blood in pieces, hoping that you would learn from them and not suffer the same fate in the future. But I didn't expect..."

He seemed to stop talking as if he was choking, and the axe did not fall for a long time.

The other hand took it and brought it down with great force.

The hunter swung his axe silently, one blow after another, without stopping. Before they knew it, the dark flames had completely surrounded them. The sound of shattering continued, coming from their feet, backs, and heads.

The demon's skull fell to the ground and rolled into the darkness. The hunter walked over, picked it up, and chopped it again with his axe.

He didn't speak, not even a word, until the sticky blood covered his entire body, until the black water stopped boiling and surging, until the emaciated monster turned back into the boy, he stopped.

He turned, walked toward Ruth, and thrust the axe into his hand.

"Thank you," said the hunter, his voice so deep that it seemed to contain blood.

Ruth did not answer, but just looked at the boy. The emptiness on the boy's face could not escape his observation, and this alone made him realize that the series of massacres just now would not have been a slight discount for the child.

He suddenly said, "You are so brave, just like Lion El'Jonson."

The boy's eyes moved, as if he had come to his senses. Without anyone's help or reminder, he looked at the king who was kneeling on the ground without saying a word. Black fire was blazing, nothingness was collapsing, and a faint light slowly fell from above their heads.

The boy smiled.

"Be careful," he said softly.

The darkness shattered.

The king's tears fell to the ground.

The boy's body began to twist, and some unimaginable evil thoughts gradually emerged from this body full of holes. The death of countless people, the pain of countless people - were thus integrated into one.

This is a complete conspiracy, Ruth thought. If he doesn't kill the kid, there's no way to escape. But if he kills him, this thing will come out.
The Fenrisian sighed and raised the Spear of Dionysus.

"Come on." He challenged the demon who was no longer restrained by anything, his expression extremely focused and cold.
-
M40, Tower of the Sigillite.

The rolling storm blew through the cracks in the masonry, shaking, trembling, and freezing. The natural environment was so bad, but the house, which was mainly in black and white, still had no heating materials lit.

A very tall man was in the middle of the room, flipping through a book.

He frowned, looking somewhere between impatient and thoughtful. His silvery-white hair was a little messy, and his robe was covered in dust, making him look like a statue. One could not help but wonder: How long had he been here?
No one knows the answer.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door, and the man gave permission without even looking up.

With a creak, the wooden door was pushed open, and a hooded figure with lips sewn with gold thread raised his hand and made a long series of complicated gestures. A giant wearing gloomy armor and with dark eyes stood behind him with his head lowered, saying nothing.

The man who turned around saw all of this and his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

"I see." He said briefly. "Have them ready, and then notify the Time Court to have all agents carry time bomb weapons and go out. What's your name, Night Blade?"

"Afanazion, my lord."

"Come in," said the Scepter, reaching out to grasp his Skyhawk Staff.

The golden flame could have been dazzling, but he deliberately restrained the power and kept it at a very low brightness. Night Blade knew nothing about this and just stepped into the door holding the helmet. Behind him, the wooden door slowly closed, still creaking.

"How long did it take you to deliver the letter, Afanasyon?"

"Time? Three days, sir. I was already near the solar system—"

"——No." The Master of the Seal interrupted him rudely. "I'm asking about your perceived time. How long do you think it took you to deliver the letter?"

Afanazion was silent for a few seconds before replying, "At least a full year, my lord, but I thought this was simply a natural phenomenon of warp travel."

The Master of the Seal paid no attention to his additional explanation and continued to ask, his tone still cold: "Have you tested this answer with your intuition? At least a whole year? Are you sure?"

".I'm sure." The young Night Blade took a deep breath, his expression becoming tense and serious. "If you feel that's not safe enough, I can accept memory retrieval and psychological suggestion."

"That's not necessary." The seal holder waved his hand and rejected him decisively.

There was a silence that followed. Afanasyon stood there uncomfortably, as uncomfortable as a prisoner awaiting sentencing. He did not expect that when the seal-bearer spoke again, his tone had become very gentle.

"Come here, young man."

Ye Ren raised his head in disbelief, and found that the deep marks between the brows on that face had been smoothed out - and the Staff of Sky Eagle had also regained its famous intense light at some point.

not good!

Afanazion immediately wanted to close his eyes. The gene seed of the Night Blades was very pure, but it was not without. He was sure that if he didn't do this, he would be blind for at least a whole month.

However, when he really closed his eyes, he realized belatedly that the pain did not come, and the temperature in the room suddenly rose.

Afanasy lowered his head in embarrassment, but his keen observation skills came in handy at this moment, allowing him to see a pair of footprints next to the seal wielder at a glance - they were a hidden golden color, and the burning power was firmly bound within it, not leaking out at all.

"Look less, ask less." The voice of the seal holder reached his ears at the right time, still very gentle. "However, I still have some questions for you. Are you willing to answer them, Afanasyon?"

"Of course, sir!"

"Don't be so serious." The seal holder said, his face seemed to be twitching slightly, especially around his mouth and cheeks.

Afanazion pursed his lips and entered the state of watching his nose with his eyes, and his heart with his nose again. He regretted volunteering to take on this mission. If he had known this, he might as well stay in the fleet and kill something. But he changed his mind and thought that he had come to the solar system, seen the fortress wall, and even met the seal holder. This was completely worth it.

".never mind."

After a long silence, Afanasyon seemed to hear a sigh, and then the voice of the seal holder returned to its cold tone.

"Go do what you should do, Nightblade." The seal master said with little interest, turned around and flipped through the book again. But just half a second later, the wooden door opened and closed again.

The light from the Sky Eagle Staff that he had placed on the table burst out again. Not only that, this time, the light actually reached a higher level, reaching a point that was enough to completely blind a person.

A faint voice began to gather in Malcador's ears.

"Luckily I noticed this little detail. Otherwise he would have been blind for a long time."

"You are quite leisurely," Malcador replied indifferently as he flipped through a book. "Since you have recovered so well and have so much energy, why don't you think of a way to control Perturabo?"

"How is he?"

"You know it well in your heart. As soon as he received the news from Robouti Guilliman, he became restless. Now it has been almost three natural months, and he still hasn't calmed down."

"Reunion after a long separation always makes people feel uneasy, my friend. Moreover, this is a relative who has come back to life. Can't you tolerate his excitement for a moment?"

Malcador snorted coldly, put down the book, and suddenly reached out to grasp the long staff, his voice became extremely serious.

"Tolerant? That adjective? Your ability to be sarcastic is really improving day by day. Let me be frank, I am not worried about him. I am worried about the people who were released from the alien storage vault."

"why?"

"You are asking even though you already know the answer. Don't say you don't know about the deal between Khalil and the alien. Don't say you don't know the recent news from the Storm Star Region - a civil war broke out among the Undead. It is said that a hegemon was completely exiled. Not only was his identity stripped away, he was even declared a traitor and was hunted down by all the Undead."

"Are you worried that Trazyn the Infinite will do something to prove his loyalty and innocence to his kind because of the persecution and slander he has suffered?"

"That's natural," said the Sigillite. "I don't believe that the alien didn't leave a trick on these people, and if it wants to return to its past identity, it is very likely to do so."

“But maybe not.”

"For aliens like the Undead, I don't think they have any chance of accepting being stripped of their identities in life. They are essentially just a group of living tombstones, with nothing but memories. It's impossible for them not to go crazy after experiencing such a drastic change. Judging from the character of that alien, it will definitely try every means to save itself."

"Yes, I think so." The voice smiled. "So he is more likely to go directly to our crazy friend."

".What did you say?"

"He's more likely to--"

The seal bearer interrupted him harshly, his brows furious, his voice as loud as thunder.

"——Who's crazy? What did that damn idiot Caryl Rohals do?!"

No one answered him anymore, only the sound of wind outside the tower could be heard. The seal holder took a deep breath with an unpleasant look on his face, then turned around and left with his staff.

(End of this chapter)