Chapter 335 Fire
(*I can’t figure it out.)
The cat, whose fur looked more gorgeous and shiny than before, sat on the table and looked at himself who was cleaning up and thinking.
His claws are still sharp, and his eyes can still see everyone's ending, but now he is thinking about how the process of walking with this "mortal" in the beginning made their minds "combined" Communicate under the circumstances, just like you are lying in bed and have given up all hope in this world and think that everyone is mortal, so this HOLYSHIT world should hurry up and let everyone rot together, but someone comes and suddenly does it for you A fully automatic exoskeleton, and allows you to passively enjoy the consequences and meanings of all actions in a process full of starlight, evening breeze and a piece of land from death to vitality——
Thinking activities New synapses are formed in new brain grooves and imprinted on them. He has been painlessly taken to the starting point of paradise that only exists in his meager expectations and bitterest self-mockery. He only needs to move. up.
No one can resist this temptation.
"Well...our Conrad can think, I feel a lot more relieved. Is there anything I can't figure out?"
(*Why is Ulan Huda here? ——I must state that although the Night Bat Council signed the contract in my name, I did not go up to see it myself. It was not me who finally summoned it on the ground at that time, not to shirk responsibility. State the facts.)
"Great, these are great words, Conrad, I feel really good to see you say this. And why is Ulan Huda here, You understand better than me, Koz.”
Lami Zane, who was busy making preparations, stopped what he was doing and turned his head to look into the starry eyes of the black and white long-haired cat.
"Ulan Huda is connected to the cognition of the 'Midnight Lord's home planet' in the Midnight Treaty. It is even more connected to the life you ended here, the calls of all those painful souls, and your own remaining life force. ——Attracted by temptation——It wanted to devour all these to repair itself, but it got stuck in the space mezzanine due to the damaged power unit and subspace engine, and caused problems in the real universe on Thesaguarsa. "
(*Then why now? Why me? Why you? Why them?)
"In the Samaras expedition ten thousand years ago, the civilized The signs gradually turned into savagery, madness and instinct in the continuous war to survive; the concepts of loyalists and betrayers have also begun to lose their meaning in the long-lasting war. The Night Lords plundered every useful or valuable thing, Those that cannot be taken away will be destroyed. In order to prevent the Night Lords from benefiting from it, Al'Jonson will throw small or border worlds that he considers to have no strategic significance or defense value to the First Legion to clear the way for the inhabitants of many planets. Say, the only difference between the First Army and the Eighth Army is probably that the First Army may consider taking them away before plundering and burning their homes. They have only their own people, no property, no culture, and are hungry. , displaced. ——What you destroyed here is exactly what you and I want to rebuild. All the elements will be reunited in order to achieve... something that was originally destroyed, smashed, Abandoned vision."
His dark eyes stared at the eyes of the one with the strongest and most accurate prophecy among all the primarchs. "If you don't have a home, Konrad, don't let everything. No one has a home. You now have the spark to start everything. You don’t need to serve a dark future or choose to go against the grain because of lies. You can build the best home of your own without any worries.”
(*...I once said this to Leon.) The black and white long-haired cat walked to his body with elegant steps. His expression at this moment looked strikingly similar to that of the melancholy poet heir whom he had just ridiculed before. So similar, (*We are all savage weapons forged and given, wielded ignorantly by hands that do not know the cost. The unbearable danger caused by wielding weapons is precisely due to the ignorance of the hands, we are all.)
Koz's gorgeous long tail was as fluffy as a squirrel, and Lamizane calmly stretched out his hand to cover his Reka coffee cup.
"So do you have any new insights now?"
(*Yes, I want to say that Perturabo's desperate move is right. Although this sentence makes me I find it annoying, but he did try at that moment, he took action, he didn't give up, he persisted. I must say, I am indeed... grateful for his action at that moment)
"Do you need me to paraphrase it? It would be better if you could say this to him yourself."
(*No, no need. I don't want to see that smug face on his face. That disgusting 'you know I told you you'd thank me' look. I can't help but scratch this stupid dog's face.)
"You'd better be more respectful to him when we meet next time, and don't call him a stupid dog, otherwise the Iron-Blooded..."
(*The Magna Dorn on the Iron-Blooded is really not Luo G. Dorn?) the cat suddenly asked.
“How do I know?” The person asked was stunned. “You have to ask Perturabo about this. He said it was just a superficial fabrication using a small part of Dorne. Personality? It seems like that?"
The black and white cat stared at his body, and a "very midnight ghost"-like, gloating smile began to appear on the cat's face.
(*Oh, it’s nothing. Say hello to Magna Dorn and Angron Petra for me, as well as my other brothers. As for old man Malcador, I wish him to enjoy his Please enjoy your work )
"No problem, but I won't repeat it verbatim."
(*I know.)
Lami Zane finally put away his few handicraft supplies, coffee cups and other small things They all gathered into the box, labeled it, took care of the ugly pillow they made for the long-haired cat, and then lay down on their own pillows in a neat manner - now their bed is no longer the same shabby one as the first day. It was a pile of tattered strips of cloth and garbage. Now it was a large bed that met the specifications of the original body. It was enough for a man of Conrad's stature to sleep in any position and angle. The bed was spread out. Eight large mattresses made of ordinary mattresses, as well as pillows, quilts and pajamas.
“Are you sure it’s today?” (*I’m pretty sure that I can clearly see some people’s stupid and arrogant declarations about the times from across the Milky Way.)
“ Well, let’s hope nothing happens… There won’t be anything unexpected! Phew!” Ritual runes and equipment from ancient times, drawn in a way that no one could understand, were vibrating around them.
A psychic frenzy that trembled and terrified the souls of hundreds of millions of people swept across the sky of the entire galaxy. Blood-red wounds began to tear apart the galaxy bit by bit, and the chaotic torrent of time and space began to wash away everything. Where the stars shine, the order of time and space becomes fragile.
"Oh Pepe, there are others... I hope I haven't left for too long..."
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In the blood When the ominous red wound finally stretched across and hung over the entire galaxy, the door to the Midnight Ghost's bedroom opened.
The person who walks out of it is as noble as ever. Only those who are most familiar with him will find that there is less laziness in his steps and more of a strange beast-like elegance.
First Lieclaw and the Navigator couple who have been waiting at the door for a long time are here.
"What are you all gathering here for? The big rift in the sky will not affect us. Do what you should do and comfort the crew and people on the ground. We still have many things to do next. Do it!”
The Night Lords, led by “Prophet” Talos, gave a deep Nostramo heartshake to their master, then turned and left.
The navigator held the child and stepped forward with the support of her husband.
"He's a truly good man. He deserves it," she concluded.
“Of course.”
Conrad Coates nodded.
"He deserves it."
"Is there a chance we will meet again?"
"Yes." The Lord of Night showed his shark-like sharp teeth and smiled happily, "Yes. I will bring him more."
(End of this chapter)
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