Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

[You are too unfamiliar with combat skills, my parasite brother. 】

[Not even as good as Magnus. 】

Midnight is approaching.

One second left.

The Spider Queen's right ear caught the softest announcement, as the claws of the midnight ghost once again tore the curtain in the darkness, eager to drag her into the nightmare.

Morgan did not retreat. She carefully stepped on every piece of land that was confirmed to be safe. She turned around and leaned to the left. The blue-black spear cut through the air with a sound that shook the air. In an instant, she resisted the attack of the Midnight Ghost. Just careless claws.

The leader of the Second Legion narrowed her eyes. Her blue pupils, which were always filled with rationality, had turned into narrow contempt. She twisted her seemingly thin wrist, turning the sharp blade that was as heavy as a thousand pieces. The roaring turbulence drove back the offensive of the blood relatives in the blink of an eye, and also left a bloody trace on the withered pale arm.

Road 17.

In her heart, the Spider Queen was quietly counting: this was the seventeenth wound she had given to Conrad, and it was also the seventeenth round in which they began to fight.

Poor guy: he is far more ignorant and savage than Morgan imagined, as well as bloodthirsty and crazy.

Midnight Ghost did not even dodge the sharp blade of his blood relatives. He allowed his pale limbs and shoulders to be covered with bloody wounds. The pain over and over again strengthened his strength, allowing him to devote more concentration to active offensives. , like a desperado trapped in a corner.

The more brutal he became, the more contempt the Spider Queen felt in her heart.

Another attack, another collision, another wound, the blue-black steel blade flew under the huge force of the Primarch, drawing a blurry crescent in the pure darkness, resisting midnight with its own strength The two sharp claws of the ghost's attack again made the faces of the two emperor's sons extremely close.

Through the metal net intertwined with gun blades and rotten nails, Morgan could even see the bleeding hands of Midnight Ghost, and the skull face behind those hands: her blood relative had a face that had lost almost all muscle and fat. The face of a nightmare, the black eyes almost falling from the pale skin, and in the weak lips, there is a smile composed of craggy yellow teeth and shriveled gums.

He was laughing, a bloody laugh.

It's disgusting.

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

Curze noticed this, so he smiled even more happily. This beast with a huge frame poured all his savings into his arms. He realized that the [power] was exactly what he had in this battle. The advantage lies in.

"Have you not noticed, my dear blood relative?"

Midnight Ghost leaned forward, his dark eyes staring into the cold blue pupils through the collision of metal and flesh. His face had been half corroded by the madness in the darkness.

"Your strength is so pathetic. Even my body can easily resist your armor. And I still have extra strength. What else do you have?"

[I have learned skills from Caliban. 】

[Trust me, you don't want to know what that is. 】

The Spider Queen raised her eyebrows coldly. She had not yet succeeded in igniting the anger to use her spiritual energy to solve this battle. After using her wrist to force back another round of attacks, Morgan heard in the darkness where Curze retreated. There was a burst of rustling laughter and whispers.

The corridor was filled with dust and blood, which came from a Primarch. Although not a drop of it belonged to Morgan, it was still enough to ignite the brow of the Lord of the Second Legion and make her feel uneasy.

It was obvious that the Midnight Ghost was no match for her: even though Conrad was bigger, stronger, and crazier than her, he didn't even have a single piece of real equipment, and his only protection was the rags. With his rotten cloak, his only weapon was a pair of skinny and pale claws. When he rushed towards the Spider Queen's protection and fought with her like two warriors, the only result was that Morgan's gun blade hit him. There was a brand new blood mark left on his body.

This even made Morgan a little uneasy: she did not believe that Midnight Ghost only had these tricks, and she was not arrogant enough to think that her close combat could easily defeat any of the original bodies.

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

In contrast to the Spider Queen's rigorous posture, Midnight Ghost looked very relaxed. His words were as harsh as the sound of his claws breaking through the air, and even seemed a bit nagging.

"You remind me of the Nostramo of the past, my blood relative, and you remind me of those fellows who lived in the towers, who, like you, prided themselves on their so-called skills without even the slightest bit of it. They have no power: their blades can only be used to scratch the faces of those slaves for fun."

Midnight Ghost was silent for a moment.

"And it's an ugly shave."

Morgan smiled.

[I also find it ugly: But you don’t need to use your face as evidence. 】

There was a burst of laughter in the darkness, and a scattered mixture of various scraping sounds: Morgan could hear the sound of Coze's four sharp claws clenching the wall tightly, and the nails that had probably never been trimmed penetrated. The metal was removed, allowing the Midnight Ghost to 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 continued to repair his scars, Midnight Ghost grasped the ceiling with the soles of his feet, hanging his claws in mid-air, bending like a centipede. His spine was enjoying some kind of wanton talk that took place in the darkness.

"I have never spoken so many words to anyone at once, my great blood relative from the dead, and I always know everything before they even speak: it's like I can see all futures and destinies. .”

[So, fate teaches you to become a maggot with a constant stagnation period? 】

"No, all it tells me is despair."

The hoarse voice in the darkness seemed to have stopped for a moment. When the Midnight Ghost spoke again, his voice actually became sincere for less than a moment.

"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 did not relax her vigilance. In the darkness, the Lord of the Second Legion could hear the tiniest rustling sound, which was like using hard legs to carve a path through the metal. Generally, full of creepy and terrifying determination.

"I have not forgotten anything I have seen. My blood relatives, our fathers and the dark gods of the clouds have given me the most abominable gift. I have seen everything and I remember everything. Can’t even forget.”

"All of you, whether you are Primarchs or mortals, can be intoxicated until the last moment on this dazzling shabby stage, but you can't imagine that when the last scene of this drama also falls, when our father That ridiculous failed empire is about to face its final chapter. What will happen in this galaxy and what path will it take."

"That is something you will not understand, let alone believe. You are not me, and you cannot see the only correct path: the path I am taking."

The midnight ghost let out an extremely melancholy laugh. His voice, his breath, and his darkness were accompanied by his claws moving on the gradually decaying metal wall, crawling around, and appeared in front of Morgan for a while. The meeting is far away on the other side of the corridor, as if there or not.

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

"Judgement, justice, order."

"This is my innate responsibility, my vocation."

Curze's voice was like the scales of a venomous snake rubbing against the rough bark of a tree, raising the slightest tremor in the air and dust. Morgan could even make out his pale body twisting and moving forward slowly on the ceiling.

She narrowed her eyes and realized that I, the Midnight Ghost, was actually looking forward to her answer.

So, she spoke.

[Is this your vocation? 】

"Yes."

[A law enforcer? 】

"The hand of justice, the blood relative, you can also call it the vengeful person in the darkness, avenging all those who have been harmed by the guilty, because no one will speak out 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, Curze. 】

In the darkness, the Lord of the Second Legion revealed a smile, a smile that was enough to make Causwayne, Ahriman, and Rana feel instinctively creepy.

【tell me. 】

[You kill people because they are guilty? 】

"That's right."

[Then, what is sin? 】

"Sin is breaking the law..."

【What is law? 】

"The law is the right thing to do."

【What is correct? 】

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

【What is the right thing? Where is the limit of evil? 】

"..."

She heard the sound of teeth grinding.

"Why are you trying to prevaricate my answer with a question you know you're asking?"

[Then why do you demand things from others that you don’t even understand? 】

"..."

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

【Did you save it? 】

"..."

[Do you know what the word salvation means? 】

"..."

[You call yourself the Midnight Ghost, the King of Nostramo, the bearer of all sins and fears, and a great man. 】

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

"..."

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

"..."

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

[Did they obey? 】

After once again interrupting Midnight Ghost's words, the Lord of the Second Legion could clearly hear the crunching sound of the skinny wrist joints being clenched tightly.

After a long time, the most ferocious words were squeezed out from the clenched teeth, one by one, 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 everyone! I dragged them out of the realm of beasts! True order through fear! Silence! Obedience! No killing, rioting and theft! Only order Everyone who surrenders safely during its operation!"

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

【……Ah. 】

Morgan smiled, and her unabashed contempt made Midnight Ghost angrier than all the scars combined. The spine supporting the pale body continued to bend, like a bow stretched to its limit.

【The only way? 】

"...That's right."

[Have you tried other paths? 】

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

[In other words, you didn’t even see the complete process, but just for a moment after remembering the so-called results, you decided that this was the only way? 】

"In the face of real results, the so-called process is not important."

[What you said sounds like you picked up a piece of meat from the floor, and didn’t care whether it was stained with mold, dusty, or fused into a pile of excrement: you just threw it into your stinking Dry mouth. 】

[Whatever, it will end up rotten in the stomach anyway. 】

"..."

[Oh, sorry, I forgot. 】

[Such unhygienic and beast-like behavior seems to be done by a certain person all the time: he also thinks that others are beasts. 】

"...You can't anger me, Queen of the Carrion. Compared with the darkness of Nostramo, your words are as ridiculous as a child. I have seen the real future, and I will not care about the present..."

[The real future? 】

This sentence was accompanied by Morgan's laughter. She raised one foot, and the joke on her face could not even be concealed by the dense darkness.

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

[Without further ado, why don’t we start now? 】

"..."

The midnight ghost's sincere desire to fight came from the distant darkness.

"you……"

【What's wrong with me? You don't want to do this, do you, Brother Parasite? You know, you only see the result. Maybe what part of the process am I seeing? 】

[How do you know that this is a lie from my mouth? 】

"..."

[Maybe it's true? 】

[Perhaps this is a future 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, I will also let you kiss my feet: Compared with the first three, I don’t think this is so unacceptable. 】

"..."

[Perhaps 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 will not be as good as a fragment given to you in the future. Let no one be saved again. 】

【Do you dare to bet? 】

"..."

【You do not dare. 】

[After all, it was the only right path that saved them. After all, the future is everything: Who do you think you are? 】

"..."

After a long absence, the leader of the Second Legion smelled a silence that would bring fighting and death from a blood brother: The last time he had this feeling was in front of Zhuang Sen...

But Jonson wouldn't be so smelly.

Morgan waited quietly for a while, until she noticed that the rustling sound was accompanied by an indescribable silence, getting closer and closer to her, and the Primarch, who was already tired of this boring conversation, just She gripped her spear tightly and yawned lazily. Between the tears she shed involuntarily, she uttered the last words with a smile.

【so. 】

[Do you want to kiss your right foot or your left foot? 】

"..."

[How about asking about your future? 】

"..."

"enough!!!"

——————

roar.

Neighing.

hysteria.

At the end of the corridor, in the eyes of the array of Old Guards who were always waiting, for some reason, the fighting between the Primarchs suddenly became particularly crazy.

The midnight ghost that was originally just wandering around randomly like a floating cloud, when he ended his conversation with the Gene Queen, he bent his spine again and shot out of the darkness like an unstoppable night hurricane.

He had become extremely manic and reckless. He allowed the spear of the Lord of the Second Legion to pierce wound after wound on his body, dragging his bloody body while desperately trying to get closer to his opponent.

What's even more frightening is: relying on the innate talent and power of the Primarch, Midnight Ghost is indeed getting closer to his blood relatives step by step. He roars like a feline beast with its hind legs pierced. He used his skull and hands to break through the curtain wielded by the spear, like a wild boar breaking into a small shop filled with glass products.

The Spider Queen was not alarmed by this. She rolled up her long steel skirt and protected her upper body with the weapons given by the Fire Dragon Lord and Medusa Overlord, blocking the brutal collisions of the Midnight Ghost again and again. Be careful. He abides by the rhythm and pace of the battle without falling behind at all.

But in the eyes of the Dawnbreakers who were hundreds of meters apart, when the crazy hair of the Midnight Ghost could touch the arm of their genetic mother, the situation was already dangerous to the point where they needed to take action.

But one man didn't think so: he stopped all his comrades.

"The original body has been approached! Lana! We must get there immediately!"

"……No."

"not now."

The Chief Old Guard stopped his battle brothers. His eyes kept going back and forth between the battle in the distance and the shadows at the edge of the corridor, as if to confirm something.

"The Primarch needs us at her side! Rana!"

"The Primarch needs us here!"

Lana turned his head and looked at his indignant battle brothers: most of them were excellent warriors and experienced battlefield killers, but they still lacked the understanding of one 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 Primarchs means. Without any party showing obvious weakness, staying here and not approaching rashly is the best assistance to the Primarchs."

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

"Why?"

"Midnight ghosts are monsters who grew up in conspiracy, hunting and traps. Open your eyes and thermal imaging observation equipment and take a closer look at the floor and walls of this corridor."

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

"...Then what should we do?"

"..."

"Give me light, and a map!"

——————

"Sometimes I feel that I actually like killing: I am pure because of it."

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

"including you."

"My blood relative."

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

"Are you afraid of them?"

The Midnight Ghost was still uttering stinky words almost crazily, his words almost crazy talking to himself, not paying attention to Morgan's answer at all, it seemed that it was just gradually accumulating with his bloodlust.

Morgan didn't speak, she responded silently.

[Stheno] and [Euryale] spread out the moment the Midnight Ghost's claws attacked again, spreading from both hands to the entire arm. Their material was far harder than the shell of a battleship. Konrad's claws came to nothing and presented the Lord of the Second Legion with a perfect opportunity.

The Midnight Ghost was 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 stabbed it into the withered abdomen of Midnight Ghost without hesitation, even revealing a bloody thorn about half a meter long on his back. At the same time, her head He quickly retreated, avoiding the frantic claws of the painful Midnight Ghost, only losing half an inch of hair on both sides of his cheeks.

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

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

"indeed so."

Curze sneered, twisting himself off the gun blade. Leaving a trail of smelly blood falling from the blue-black metal.

"But that won't be the case next time."

Morgan smiled. She was too lazy to speak anymore. She just continued to wave her spear, forcing the Midnight Wraith to one side of the wall, while the Primarch himself occupied the other side: she knew that both walls were extremely decayed. , simply could not withstand the collision of the two emperor's children, and also knew that behind Curze was the void, and behind her was a vacant room.

The game is over.

Morgan thought.

The Spider Queen took an extremely rare initiative to attack, which seemed to frighten the Midnight Ghost: Although his legs were still tightly grasping the wall, his hands could only block the spear of the Lord of the Second Legion in the hasty defense. .

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

With a punch thrown out, the Primarch could even feel the Midnight Ghost's intestines and stomach wailing under his huge strength, and could feel the solidified meat that Conrad called food being destroyed by this brutal blow. All of them were knocked over and even rushed directly into the throat of Midnight Ghost.

It’s done.

Even the leader of the second legion couldn't help but laugh at this time. 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 looked at the distorted face of Kurtz who was trapped on the wall.

…

Then.

——————

She saw a smile.

——————

"Wow!!!!"

Midnight ghost, vomited.

Under the long-planned arrangement, in the constant devouring and accumulation, in this trap covered with extreme pain: with the help of Morgan's unreserved blow, all the undigested things in Kurtz's stomach were At this moment, they surged out of the intestines, carrying Conrad's laughter and madness, breaking through the constraints of gravity, and breaking through the barriers of the throat and teeth.

He spat it out.

Right in front of Morgan, above his head.

Large chunks of rotten minced meat and stinky food fell from the sky at this moment, like an inevitable flood. The Primarch could even clearly see the rodent corpses that were half corroded by Curze's digestive juices. The yellow-green viscous liquid hit her arms directly: one of them was holding a weapon tightly to confront Kurtz, and the other hit Midnight Ghost in the stomach. Within the confines of the torrent of vomiting.

【……! 】

In less than a second of reaction time brought about by her superhuman senses, the Spider Queen did not even have time to pick up her ideals. Under the influence of some innate personality and gender, she instinctively withdrew her arms. , avoiding the wave of swill that could drown her.

Because of this, she revealed a flaw.

At that moment, before she stepped back and stood still, no matter it was the blue-black spear, whether it was Stheno or Euryale, or even the soul shield wrapped around the Primarch, , unable to protect her.

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

The Lord of Nostramo who had been hanging on the wall flew out like a spring. He didn't mind that his own vomit was all over his body. He accurately captured this important thing to him. In an instant, it hit his blood relatives like a meteorite.

Before Morgan's will could summon any psychic shield, the Midnight Ghost had already pounced on her. His overly long arms helped him hook the Spider Queen's fragile neck, strangling her tightly and killing her. Yellow saliva slid down his sharp teeth, and Conrad couldn't help but move closer to his blood relative, calling foul-smelling whispers into her ears.

"Surprise~"

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

…

"Rana!"

The Old Guards witnessed all this, and the chain saws in their hands quickly began to roar. Everyone looked at their commander with the last trace of reason before running wildly.

The chief guard's answer was that after taking one last look at the map, he slammed it aside.

"I know where they went."

"Follow me! Get ready for battle!"

——————

"Death, my blood relative."

"It's good for us all."

Noisy sounds 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 already reversed.

Morgan's spear was lost when she was dropped by the midnight ghost, and three scars were left on her neck. At this moment, she and her blood brother were holding each other's throats, holding each other's throats. Smashing against the hard stone wall in the darkness.

They suffered casualties on each other, but the moment the Midnight Ghost approached Morgan, he undoubtedly had the upper hand. His vulgar fighting skills and unorganized offensive were infinitely amplified at this moment, regardless of the second The leader of the legion used the fighting techniques he had learned so skillfully, but he always fell into more and more troubles due to the unreasonable entanglement of the midnight ghost.

"Haven't you noticed that your spiritual energy interacts with mine?"

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

"Oh, look what I said. Of course you know this. You knew the psychic interference between us from the moment you met me. You are afraid of being infected by the madness in my mind: so, you You don’t even dare to use psychic powers, and now, you can’t use them either.”

Curze lowered his head, and the water flowing from his sharp teeth dripped on Morgan's neck.

"Maybe I should kill you here, right here. That would put everything back on track and get you back to your evil plans."

As if enjoying himself, Midnight Ghost listened to the words murmured by the blood relatives beneath him, as well as the echoes 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 filled, but only half of them have their own owners."

"You did not go to the fifth one. You chose endless changes and unknowability for yourself. You tied yourself to the demise of the empire. You chose your own power: enslavement, exclusion, extermination... and aliens, And something else.”

"You know, right?"

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

"..."

"why are you laughing?"

When he saw the sarcastic smile on that fair face, Midnight Ghost felt for the first time that something seemed unexpected.

【……cough……】

[Koz, do you remember? 】

"Remember what?"

[Caliban...Swordsmanship...]

"..."

"What?"

Before he finished speaking, Midnight Ghost suddenly felt that his lower body was suddenly unstable: while he was intoxicated by his words, [Euryale], who had quietly escaped from the original body's arm, had already grabbed one of Curze's feet. , pulled hard, and released the Spider Queen's legs.

Morgan didn't hesitate. She pushed her knees up and thrust upward.

"Click!"

Even Midnight Ghost couldn't completely restrain the sharp pain between his legs. The moment of pain caused his claws to loosen slightly, but when he reacted, he found that his living dead blood relative had rolled aside.

…

Damn it!

Without the slightest hesitation, Midnight Ghost jumped up, endured the pain, and fled in the darkness. And right behind him, with the ruthless pupils between the scattered silver hair, the spiritual spell was rapidly spread.

Just by looking back, Midnight Ghost felt new pain in his right arm. He turned around and found that his entire arm was hanging down weakly.

"..."

This time, the game is really over.

Curze knocked open the door and ran in circles into the darkness, and right behind him, the spiritual wave that could end everything swept into a silent roaring hydra, swallowing everything in the darkness. Reluctant to chase.

[Conrad——Koz! ! ! ! 】

——————

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

There is no other reason.

"Rana, the thermal imaging shows an extremely high-velocity object heading towards us."

Lana blinked and made a judgment in a split second.

"Everyone, stop moving forward!"

"Aim forward, design saturation firepower, and block the road!"

"That might be our original body!"

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

Without anyone to refute, twenty Terminator veterans quickly picked up their shooting weapons. The next moment, violent firelight completely illuminated the entire dark passage, and thousands of explosive orders were covered without mercy. everything.

"...It's time to die."

Midnight Ghost saw the front of him being engulfed by a crazy sea of ​​fire. Even he did not dare to rush into it, but at this 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 poured out like disturbed long snakes, mercilessly stabbing at the midnight ghosts among them. The ground under their feet also changed from extremely hard in an instant. The rocks twisted into the awkward mud, delaying the progress of the King of Nostramo until countless steel bars pierced his body, tied him up, and then dragged him all the way back to the deepest part of the darkness. at.

Morgan was there, silent.

This silence made Midnight Ghost feel more fearful and dissatisfied than all the previous anger combined.

Because right after, she laughed.

[I am really touched that you are willing to come back, Conrad. 】

In the darkness, the Lord of the Second Legion walked slowly to Curze, who was tied tightly by countless spiritually enhanced steel bars. She raised her hand casually, and the next moment, her bones were blown to pieces. Torturous sounds were made on the legs of Midnight Ghost, leaving cold sweat on the gritted King of the Night.

Morgan was not angry: at least it didn't look like she was. She just combed her scattered hair lazily, wiped the ashes from her cheeks one by one, wiped away the dirt on her clothes bit by bit, and then used her psychic powers to His hand grabbed Midnight Ghost's ankle.

Smashed out.

Smash again.

Then smash it.

The King of Nostramo, who had no struggle at all, was like a dart in Morgan's hand. With the most powerful swing, he struck everywhere in the maze-like darkness, punching through the decaying walls with his skull. , until the blood overflowing from the top of the head soaked the entire pale face into deep red, making people not only doubt whether the midnight ghost is still breathing.

It wasn't until the old guards outside the door stopped involuntarily because of their mother's angry whispers that Morgan, who had vented his anger a little, used his spiritual energy to drag the midnight ghost's ankles, dragging them all the way, all over the place. They advanced hundreds of meters on the sharp path of gravel and scrap metal, leaving a trail of blood that extended to her feet.

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

【Do you have anything else to say? 】

The Spider Queen coldly threw away her final declaration. Between the dust and the cold and biting steel, the Midnight Ghost first gasped for air, and then continued to cough up dirty blood and filth.

"you……"

"You can't kill me!"

Curze roared, his voice was intermittent, but filled with a kind of badness and confidence that could make him act recklessly.

"You won't kill me!"

He spat, which was already filled with thick blood and tooth fragments. Midnight Ghost turned his head, only half of his face was exposed.

"You can't kill me!"

"I am redeemed!"

"My life was taken away by the assassins of the Lord of Humanity. That is my judgment!"

He yelled, hoarse at the top of his lungs: as if this was the unbreakable truth.

What answered him was the amused sharpness and coldness of the Spider Queen, as well as the sound of her taking off something slowly.

[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 with her feet that had accumulated sweat from the battle, she stepped on the Midnight Ghost's cheek without hesitation, covering his right ear. , face, eyebrow corners and the broken teeth.

[Remember all this. 】

[Remember your current shame. 】

【You are asking for trouble. 】

The Spider Queen casually used her toes to rub her blood relative's pale cheek, which was so thin that there was no trace of fat. She carefully avoided the vital points of her 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 the sincere words in her heart under the incredulous gaze of Midnight Ghost.

Then, he stepped on his head into the hard stone.

…

【Emperor? 】

…

[Fuck the Emperor. 】