The Emperor’s Angel of Death

After listening to the brilliant achievements of the ancestors, Sabrin's eyes widened in surprise,

"That's it... it's over? Only 500 people?"

"It's over, the strength of the Scarlet Walkers is nothing but this, they are facing the fate of being completely wiped out, everyone tried to survive or escape from this cursed city, but their fate failed to achieve their wishes, terrifying Guards were either chopped down or smashed to pieces by artillery fire, and traitors were run over at the feet of giants—those who reached the bombed-out borders around the city ended up being hunted by squads of trackers from the Legion, who were said to have allowed some Run away, then hunt them down for hours under artificial darkness, maiming but not killing them, until they drag their prey back to the rift, and with Venori screaming and burning, the Legion fulfills its final duty , they threw half-dead but sane renegades into the abyss, then detonated explosives along the edge of the cliff, severing the suspended city... Supposedly, dodging the battle in the cliff-side buildings The screams of thousands rose into the sky, and they sank with the Crimson Walkers into the dark depths of the earth, and before dawn came, the Eighth Legion evacuated the city of oblivion."

After telling the story, Talos let out a long sigh.

"...Fear is a weapon."

Sabrin was silent, all the information he knew told him that the depravity and cruelty of the Eighth Legion began with the Primarch, but he never thought that the Legion would have carried out such extermination missions before the return of the Primarch.

Talos tapped him on the shoulder at this time.

"So you understand? It's never the weapon itself that decides whether a weapon is good or bad, because a weapon is destined to be sharp, and it's always its user who decides it. When we hold it in the hands of the Emperor, we are the messengers of punishment. In the hands of a half-mad Primarch, we were perverted butchers, and I'm sure you can see why."

Sablin nodded silently.

"So you don't have to worry about your position, because we're still in Soshyan's hands, and he doesn't look like a lunatic, does he?"

"And don't think that blood can determine your own position. In the great rebellion, I have seen too many things against blood relatives. There are loyal people, betrayer, and embracing demons. Blood can't decide anything. not to mention....."

"Captain."

Sabrin suddenly interrupted Talos.

"Can you tell me what he looks like?"

"Who?"

"The original...primarch."

Talos sighed and did not answer, but stood up, walked to the place where he kept his power armor, took out an item from a metal box, and returned to Sabrin.

"this-"

Sabrin looked at the other's hand and saw a fist-sized, faded bronze sphere in the palm, a lens looming from one side of the sphere—like a gleaming eye of green glass.

This is an extremely old holographic recorder.

Talos didn't say anything, just made a simple rotation of the top hemisphere, followed by a series of clicks from inside the sphere, and a gentle rotation of the lens brought it into focus.

A grainy image shoots out of the lens, painted a drab green like a water-drenched jade, showing...

"This is…"

Sabrin's eyes widened.

It shows a stooped figure wearing a broken crown, whose posture and temperament are somewhere between human perfection and **** depravity, the wear and tear of the equipment robs too much of the image clarity to show true detail, But the face of the figure can still be seen-

Sabrin noticed the narrow eyes and fang-like mouth.

This is the Primarch of the Eighth Legion, Conrad Curze, the Ghost of Midnight, the genetic ancestor and biological template of every living Night Lord.

Also his genetic ancestor.

Suddenly, the flickering holographic primarch stood up from the throne that was blurred by the distorted picture. He walked forward silently, his movements seemed extremely unstable and interrupted by clutter.

None of this matters.

The final moments of the primarch's life unfolded before Sabrin's eyes, and the towering demigod laughed, then leaped forward in eerie silence.

A visual static slashes the image into oblivion, until it restarts moments later.

Gu Nai Sabrin saw a ghost destined to repeat its deeds forever, and the primarch of the Night Lord rose from his throne again, uttering words that could not be heard again, giggling silently, and leaping forward go, disappear again.

"He... how did he die?"

"Obviously he was killed by an assassin."

Talos whispered, playing a voice stored in the holographic recorder.

It was a dead soul that had been dead for ten thousand years, repeating the same words when the Primarch's soul was imprisoned to repeat the same actions.

"This is Mu Shen, daughter of Callidus, I have found the commander of the Night Lords Corps, Coz, and I—"

The recording is suddenly interrupted by static noise.

Sabrin shook his head, he couldn't accept this, even if his Primarch was a traitor.

"How could a demigod be killed by an assassin? No."

"I watched him rise from the throne, obeyed his orders, watched the assassin approach, and remembered how he laughed when he pounced on her."

Talos turned off the holographic recorder.

"He chose to accept his own death in order to confirm the dark prophecy in his head, to prove him right to his father, the Emperor."

Saying that, Talos almost instinctively read out that sentence—

"AveDominus—"

Then he stopped and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Sabrin looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and said softly:

"Hooray...the King of the Night."

Talos glanced at him and warned:

"Little bastard, don't talk nonsense, be careful to get into trouble."

"The company commander... can you teach me Nostram?"

"Why do you want to learn this?"

Sablin was speechless for a moment.

"Child, you don't need to find a sense of identity and existence in this way. The past of the Eighth Legion has nothing to do with you, and you have nothing to do with it. Whether it's the original body or the bloodline, they can't affect your future, promise. Stram is no more, and you will stand in the sun, and the shadow of the Night King will never hang over you again."

Sablin was silent for a moment, UU read www. uukanshu.com then nodded vigorously.

"I see, company commander, I'll never say that again."

"That's right, let go, you young people don't need to worry about us old things, and when it comes to blood-"

Talos thought for a while, and finally decided to tell Sabrin the biggest secret, because he understood Sablin's thoughts, and with the mind of this young man, I'm afraid that Bahram wouldn't be able to hide it for long.

"Astral knights don't belong to their current bloodline either."

"what?"

Sablin almost jumped.

"Don't be so excited, listen to me slowly, it's not too late to be excited after listening to you—"

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