The Emperor’s Angel of Death

When Soshyang reached the entrance to the room at the deepest part of the passage, Saiweta, who had taken off his power armor and put on a robe, was sitting beside the altar waiting for him.

This round room seems to have almost no furnishings. The altar in the middle is a black stone tablet. Although it does not look like an altar in shape, it is already engraved with strange symbols.

Saivita sits on the right side of the entrance, facing the shrine, and incense lamps are lit on both sides of the winged silver skull statue.

Above the shrine, the magic tome was entwined with a strong fragrance.

The blessed chain tightly wraps around the relic, and somehow Soshyan feels it is trying to break free.

The rest of the walls around the room consist of rows of shrines with many parchment scrolls.

Soshyang looked at the Grimoire, and then at Savita.

The crow prince is also watching him carefully.

"You heard the singing."

Soshyan nodded.

"Yes it is."

The singing began to become clear, but he used the power of the gray marrow to push the torrent of blasphemy behind his head, and focused his attention on Saivita. With the appearance of the power of the gray marrow, the magic code suddenly became quiet. Down.

To be honest, he rarely had the opportunity to have a separate conversation with this former traitor.

When not summoned, Savita usually stays in his room, and no one can find him when he doesn't need it.

"Close the door."

Soshyan did, the heavy door rubbed against the marble floor.

With a loud noise, the door closed.

Then Savita pointed to the manuscript in front of him, and Soshyan walked to the table and checked the parchment scroll.

He saw a long list of unexplained spells, filled with pain, blood, and dark promises of punishment.

Some are about the illusion of the burning galaxy, some are about the fall of a hero, and some are about the development of something incomprehensible, but they are all recorded in precise and smooth handwriting.

"Do you know what this is."

"I guess this should be some kind of prophecy."

"Yes."

Saivita snorted, took a sphere from his pocket, and pressed the activation rune.

Immediately, a body-sized image formed by a blue light appeared in front of the two of them.

On an unseen throne, a person appeared.

Although he was hunched over and full of wildness, he could not hide the beauty of his strong physique, nor could he hide the spirit of that barbaric nobleman.

The distortion of the picture makes the image not so clear, but the person's appearance is memorable-dark eyes, thin cheekbones, tangled teeth, and an evil smile is blooming because of sincere happiness.

"This is my original body, the father of my genes, the lunatic who has been cursed by you for ten thousand years, Conrad Koz."

This is the image of Soshyang seeing a Primarch at such a close distance. Even after ten thousand years, he can still imagine how great and terrifying this incredible existence is.

Even a strange thought jumped into Soshyan's mind.

All Primarchs are blood brothers, so is his genetic Primarch similar to the person in front of him?

The thought surprised him.

"What kind of person is he...?"

It was a ghostly messenger, and he raised a strange question. In fact, this question should be irrelevant to him.

Saivita had a strange smile on his face.

"People? They were never people."

"This……"

"There used to be 20, 20 warrior-like babies, 20 childhood gods, maybe they were born out of the mother, like human children... Maybe he created them like an artist paints, or he just Simply gave them life, who knows? But what is known is that they are separated and sprinkled like seeds among the stars. They leave their fathers and grow up, each The name reflects the shadow of the planet that adopted them, was shaped by the people who accepted them, and inherited the kindness and cruelty of those strangers."

Saivita paused for a moment.

In Soshyang's mind, he saw a baby with white skin as snow falling into the devastated sky.

The wind and clouds blew into his eyes, and then they were completely swallowed and digested by the darkness in front of him.

"One of the 20 babies fell farther and deeper than the other Primarchs... He descended in a world without daylight, a world where cruelty is higher than benevolence, and a world where honor is regarded as absurdity. Child, this undomesticated beast has not been adopted by anyone, no one has taught him pity, no mother can let him snuggle when the nightmare comes, among these scattered Primarchs, these lost babies, he is the only one who has not been taken Taught right and wrong, right and evil."

Saivita said, giggling.

"Oh, of course, each Primarch has its own creed. What is'right' and'wrong'? It only depends on each person's point of view. When their concept of right and wrong matures, in the teacher or brother Under their influence, they have a set of their own philosophy of rewards and punishments, and in the end, no matter what the situation they are in at the beginning, the conclusion is the same: the right thing in their eyes is the right thing, and the wrong thing. What they want to punish."

"Shouldn't the mind of the Primarch be detached from the mortal?"

Soshyan was puzzled.

"That kid who fell into the darkness, what happened to him?"

Saivita smiled again.

"He had no mentor, no one would take him in, so he grew up alone...Because no one gave him food, he learned to hunt to feed himself, and because no one would be ridden by nightmares or be trapped by him. Comfort him when the illusion is trapped, so he becomes strong and cunning, overcomes his nightmare, and learns to interpret and suppress it."

Soshyan had heard from Thor and Brother Said that the Primarch of the Eighth Legion had the ability to predict the future.

"...No one taught him what justice is, so as a child, he did something like no one has ever done before—to do it personally! He saw people's hard heart and cruelty, and then recorded that he Seeing the abuse of power, efficiency and peace under fear and violence, do you know what he has learned, Soshyan?"

"It's...what?"

"He has realized a truth-since power is justice, he understands that if he wants to defeat the beast that is dormant in the dark, he only needs to be called the most powerful of the group of beasts! If he wants to punish the murderer , Then he only needs to be a more thorough killer. If he wants to bring peace and equality to the world, oh, he is so longing, then he must get rid of every filthy thing in front of him and use their Weapons to deal with them."

Saivita glanced at his halberd.

"He understands that there is only one weapon that can make him wield. It is more powerful than any gun and sharper than any sword."

The crow prince leaned in front of Soshyang with a certain sense of oppression.

"This weapon is fear."

Soshyang swallowed, his eyes afraid to leave Prince Crow.

Saivita continued his narration, quieter than before, as if whispering.

"Thugs, thieves, rapists, murderers-they hold the world tightly, because everyone is afraid of them, so this savage warrior has become something that can stop them, one can even make'they 'Things learned in fear... He became the midnight ghost. He taught people justice in fear, making this world where there was only violence and chaos before become efficient and peaceful ~www.ltnovel.com~ Alone in the dark One person benefits everyone by his own power."

The crow prince stared at him with dark eyes, waiting for his response.

Soshyan was shocked by this story.

As it should be, who wouldn't?

"in case……"

Slowly, Soshyang spoke out his inner thoughts subconsciously.

"... He uses fear as a tool to punish sinners, so when he commits sins himself?"

Saivita froze for a second.

Then he laughed, laughing loudly, so that the whole stone chamber seemed to be trembling, and tears seemed to ooze from the corners of his eyes.

It took three full minutes before his laughter stopped.

"I finally understand why he chose you... Soshyan."