Chapter 313: A conversation between the Night Lords
[Night Horn]
A rustling sound came from the icy darkness, and frost climbed up the metal wall.
Sevatar stood calmly on the side of the hatch, breathing calmly and listening to the slight whine coming from his power armor's circulatory system.
A low, rapid chant came from the night in the room, accompanied by the sound of quills scratching parchment, the sound of dripping water, the sound of metal clashing, the sound of labored breathing - and then everything suddenly became quiet again.
Sevatar closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
When he opened his eyes again, the huge and hunched primarch appeared in front of him.
"Good day, Lord of the Night."
Sevita saluted calmly. Conrad Coze's pale face was covered by messy hair, and only the dark pupils were exposed in the gaps between the tangled black hair.
[Sai, are you okay? ]
Curze hissed. Due to being injured by Mortarion's poisonous gas, Sevatar had some problems with his respiratory system, and breathing became more difficult for him.
Savita paused.
"I'm fine, my lord, thank you for your concern. We are about to arrive at Nostramo, please be prepared."
Conrad was silent, and the huge monster bent down and put his two sharp claws on From his pauldron, he looked at Savitar.
[I... saw the depravity up there, and this place will eventually degenerate - not just here, everything, everything, they are angry, extremely angry. 】
Savitar maintained his breathing rate, imagining himself like a machine standing quietly.
"Sir, I personally think that we need to consider the current affairs. This is the last time that the Legion is allowed to obtain supplies; at the same time, we need to satisfy... the orders of the Death Guard, otherwise we will have no future." Sevatar finally finished
. His words, he waited, waited for punishment, or whatever, and he was knocked away, or worse, he was given the red glove.
But in a certain corner of his mind, he really expected that the original body would not do this.
To his surprise, Konrad Coates did not punish him. He just looked at Sevita quietly and melancholy, as if asking or crying.
Then Konrad Coates shook his head and nodded again.
[Sai, do you want to know how you died? 】
Sevita felt that her mouth was dry,
"My lord, we once said that we would never discuss this topic again. I never want to know the date of my own death."
"Moreover,"
Sevita stared at Konrad Kurtz. ,
"My lord, the legion needs you now."
Conrad made a silent gesture. To Sevatar's surprise, a strange, mischievous smile appeared on the corner of the Lord of Night's mouth.
[Sai, actually I don’t know where you were eventually buried. 】
A low chuckle sounded from deep in the throat of the original body. It was like the howl of a strange bird in the middle of the night. It was empty, and then quickly melted into the night, making it difficult to distinguish.
Savita was sure that he saw Konrad Kurtz's pupils violently and abnormally twitching and rolling just for a moment, but the next moment Konrad Kurtz looked at him calmly.
There was melancholy in his eyes, like the polar night that remained unchanged all year round.
[Sai, in the end everything is doomed to collapse and slide into tragedy. This is just an arrogant person's dream, we are all abandoned...] [
But I don't care anymore. 】
【I don't care anymore. 】
Sevita tensed his muscles, and he silently watched Konrad Kurtz's soliloquy, as if two souls were trapped in a body, they were tearing at each other, and one was loudly complaining about his misery. and darkness, the other whimpering and biting.
Finally, Konrad Curze looked at Savita,
[The future is meaningless. ]
He whispered,
[They... are always changing, but they will always be like that. There will be no place for us in the future. 】
Sevita calmed down his breathing.
"What do you want us to do, my lord?"
Conrad Kozczyk was stunned by Sevatar's words for a moment, but the Lord of the Night continued,
[Do what you want, Seva. ]
Coze's hand pressing on the shoulder armor of Sevetar twitched, and the original body fell into painful memories,
[I... don't care anymore, I saw too many possibilities that day, and they all lead to destruction, those tragedies, Those laughing sounds...]
[But in the end you are still alive, Sai. You have billions of futures, but you only have one present. ]
Saiweita pursed his lips. He tried to show a silly smile, but then he failed,
"Yes, my lord, I am here."
[Do what you want, Sai. ]
Conrad Coates said this with a strange sense of softness,
[You are a noble sinner, Cy. If there is still light among the fallen Night Lords, it can only be you, and it must be You, and only you, can remain your last self in hell. 】
Conrad stared at Savita.
[If anyone in Legion or Nostramo opposes you, tell me. ]
After the last word fell, they fell into silence.
silence.
Sevatar felt his throat tighten, and the Lord of Night easily said... unimaginable words.
Sevatar recalled Hades's suggestive glance at him, and he recalled the wavering feeling in his heart... This cannot... the original body cannot do this, and neither can he... "My lord, the Legion needs you
. "
Savitar said dryly, but Konrad Coates tilted his head and looked at him sadly,
[I am being watched, it can't be me." 】
"My lord, I don't understand what you mean."
Konrad Coates shook his head again, more like shaking his head. His eyeballs began to twitch unsteadily again, but he still looked at Sai. Vita explained,
[A fish cannot realize that it has been living in the water unless it is cruelly fished out and struggles in the dry air——] [
They have been watching me, before I became conscious, before I was born, since everything Before the tragedy happened. 】
Conrad Coze's mental state began to become unstable again. Savita could smell the smell of psychic energy. Conrad quickly retracted his hand, and then fled back into the night-like darkness as if escaping.
[Sai, do what you want, don't let the last light of the Legion go out. ]
Curze's whisper came from the darkness, and he seemed to be roaring.
Savita swallowed. Although he still couldn't understand Conrad's words, he still tried. He asked loudly,
"Father, how can I prevent you from being watched?"
Conrad Curze let out a painful and desperate cry in the darkness, and Sevatar imagined Curze scratching his own flesh.
【late! too late! We saw clearly too late! And how could that madman help us? ! 】
Yes, code.
There are two interludes today, otherwise I will forget the main line after writing it down.
It can be considered as involving the main line.
(End of chapter)