After listening to the brilliant achievements of his ancestors, Sabrin widened his eyes in surprise.
"It's just... it's over? Only 500 people?"
"It's over, the Scarlet Walker's troops are just like this. They are facing the fate of being completely destroyed. Everyone tries to survive or escape from the cursed city, but their fate is not as they wish. The terrifying guards are either cut down or blown into pieces by artillery fire, and the treacherous people are crushed at the feet of giants. Those who arrive at the bombed border around the city are eventually hunted by the Legion Trackers. It is said that the Legion allowed some people to escape at that time, and then launched a hunt for them for hours under artificial night.
, but not to die, until they dragged their prey back to the rift, and with the screams and burning of Vennori, the Legion fulfilled its final obligation, throwing the half-dead but regained consciousness into the abyss, and then detonated explosives along the edge of the cliff to cut off the hanging city... It is said that the screams of millions of people who were hiding from the battle in the buildings on the cliff edge rose to the sky, and they sank into the darkness underground with the scarlet walkers, and before dawn came, the Eighth Legion evacuated the city of obscurity."
After telling this story, Talos sighed.
“…Fear is a weapon.”
Sabrin silently. All the information he knew told him that the corruption and cruelty of the Eighth Legion began with the Primarch, but he never thought that the Legion would have carried out such extinction missions before the Primarch returned.
Talos patted his shoulder at this time.
"So do you understand? It is never the weapon itself that determines the quality of a weapon, because it is destined to be sharp, and it is always the user of it. When it is held in the hands of the emperor, we are the messengers of punishment, and when it is held in the hands of the half-crazy Primros, we are the perverted butchers. I believe you can figure out the reason."
Sabrin nodded silently.
"So you don't have to worry about your position, because we are still in Soshiyan's hands, and he doesn't look like a lunatic, doesn't he?"
"And you don't think that bloodline can determine your own position. During the great rebellion, I saw too many oppositions between blood relatives. There are loyal people, betrayers, and embrace demons. Bloodlines cannot determine anything, let alone..."
"Company Commander."
Sabrin suddenly interrupted Talos.
"Can you tell me what he looks like?"
"who?"
"Primary..."
Talos sighed lightly, without answering, but stood up, walked to the place where he stored the power armor, then took out something from a metal box, and returned to Sabrin.
"this--"
Sabrin looked at the other person's hand and found a fist-sized, faded copper cast sphere in his palm. A lens appeared from one side of the sphere - like a shining eye composed of green glass.
This is an extremely old holographic recorder.
Talos said nothing, but made a simple rotation of the top hemisphere, and then a series of clicks came from the inside of the sphere, and the soft rotation of the lens made it focus.
A granular image shot out from the lens, drawing a monotonous green like a water-soaked jade, which shows...
“This is…”
Sabrin's eyes widened.
It shows a hunched figure wearing a broken crown. Its posture and temperament are between human perfection and animal depravity. The loss of equipment takes away too much image clarity, so that it cannot show real details, but the face of the figure can still be seen-
Sabrin noticed the narrow eyes and the mouth with sharp teeth.
This is the gene protozoa of the Eighth Legion, Conrad Cotz, Midnight Ghost, the genetic ancestor and biological template of every living Midnight Lord.
It is also his genes.
Suddenly, the flashing holographic body stood up from the throne blurred by the distorted picture. He walked forward silently, his movements seemed extremely unstable and interrupted by the interference of clutter.
None of this matters.
The last moment of Primarch's life was revealed before Sabrin's eyes. The towering demigod laughed and then jumped forward in the weird silence.
A visual static electricity cuts the image and annihilates it until it restarts after a moment.
A ghost destined to repeat its behavior forever appeared before Sabrin. The Primarch of the Midnight Lord stood up again from the throne, saying words that could not be heard again, making a silent laugh, and then leaped forward and disappeared again.
"He...how did he die?"
"On the surface he was killed by an assassin."
Talos whispered, playing a sound stored in the holographic recorder.
It was a dead soul that had been dead for thousands of years, and the same words were repeated when the soul of the Primrose was confined to repeat the same behavior.
"This is Mu Shen, the daughter of Carlydus. I found Koz, the commander of the Midnight Lords Legion, and I—"
The recording was suddenly interrupted by electrostatic noise.
Sabrin shook his head, he couldn't accept this, even though his Primarch was a traitor.
"How could a demigod be killed by an assassin? No."
"I watched him get up from the throne, obey his orders, watch the assassin approaching, and remember how he laughed when he pounced on her."
Talos turned off the holographic recorder.
"He chose to accept death himself to confirm the dark prophecy in his mind, and he wanted to prove him right to his father, the Emperor."
As he said that, Talos almost instinctively wanted to read that sentence—
“Ave Dominus——”
Then he stopped and smiled self-deprecatingly.
Sabrin looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and said softly:
"Long live...the King of the Night."
Talos glanced at him and warned:
"Little bastard, don't talk nonsense, be careful to cause trouble."
"That company commander... can you teach me Northrami?"
"Why do you want to learn this?"
Sabrin was speechless for a moment.
"Child, you don't need to find a sense of identity and presence in this way. The past of the Eighth Legion has nothing to do with you. No matter it is the Prim or the Bloodline, they cannot affect your future. Northram no longer exists. You will stand in the sunshine, and the shadow of the Night King will never cover you again."
Sabrin was silent for a moment, then nodded vigorously.
"I understand, company commander, I will never say that again in the future."
"That's right. Let go of it. You young people don't need to care about us old things, and when it comes to blood—"
Talos thought about it and finally decided to tell Sabrin the biggest secret, because he knew Sabrin's idea. With the mind of this young man, he would not be able to hide the matter of Bahram for long.
"The Knights of the Astral Realm do not belong to their current bloodline."
"What?"
Sabrin almost jumped up.
"Don't be so excited. Listen to me and say it slowly. It's not too late to be excited after listening to you-"