Chapter 365 The King of the Night (Part 1)
When Soshyan arrived at the entrance to the deepest room in the passage, Savita, who had taken off his power armor and put on a robe, was sitting next to the altar waiting for him.
This circular room seems to have almost no furnishings. The altar in the middle is a jet black stone tablet. Although it does not look like an altar in shape, it is already engraved with strange symbols.
Savitar sat on the right side of the entrance, facing the shrine, with incense lamps lit on both sides of the winged silver skull statue.
Above the shrine, the grimoire was wrapped in a strong aroma.
The blessed chains were wrapped tightly around the relic, and somehow it seemed to Soshyan that it was trying to break free.
The rest of the walls around the room consist of rows of shrines containing numerous parchment scrolls.
Soshiyan looked at the grimoire and then at Sevita.
The Prince of Crows was also watching him carefully.
“You heard the singing.”
Soshyan nodded.
"Yes."
The song began to become clearer, but he used the power of gray marrow to push the torrent of profanity to the back of his head and focus on Sevatar On the body - with the emergence of the power of gray marrow, the grimoire suddenly became quiet.
To be honest, he rarely had the opportunity to talk alone with this former great traitor.
When not summoned, Savita usually stays in his room, and no one can find him when he is not needed.
"Close the door."
Soshyan did as he was told, the heavy door rubbing against the marble floor.
With a loud noise, the door closed.
Then Sevita pointed to the manuscript in front of him, Soshyan walked to the table and checked the parchment.
He saw a long string of incantations of unknown meaning, filled with dark promises of pain, blood and punishment.
Some are about visions of burning galaxies, some are about the fall of heroes, 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.”
Sai Vita snorted, took out a sphere from his waist bag, and pressed the activation rune.
Immediately, a life-size image formed by a blue light appeared in front of the two people.
On an unknown throne, a man appeared.
Although he was hunched over and full of wildness, he could not hide the beauty of his strong physique or the aura of a barbarian nobleman.
The image is not so clear due to the distortion of the screen, but the appearance of this person is memorable - a dark face, thin cheekbones, tangled teeth, and a look of evil that is sincere and happy. smile.
“This is my primarch, my genetic father, the madman you have cursed for ten thousand years, Konrad Curze.”
This was Soshyan's image of seeing the original body at such a close distance. Even after ten thousand years, he could still imagine how great and terrifying this incredible existence was.
Even a strange thought jumped into Soshyan's mind.
All Primarchs are blood brothers, so is his genetic Primarch somewhat similar to the person in front of him?
This thought startled him.
"What kind of person is he...?"
Somehow, he asked a strange question. In fact, this question should be irrelevant to him.
A strange smile appeared on Savita's face.
"Humans? They were never human." "This..."
"There were 20, 20 warrior-like babies, 20 children. The gods in this stage, maybe they were born from the mother's body, just like human children... Maybe, He created them like an artist paints, or maybe He simply gave them life, who knows? , they were separated, scattered like seeds among the stars, separated from their fathers and grew up, each a reflection of the planet that adopted them, shaped by the people who adopted them. Shape, inheriting the kindness and cruelty of those strangers.”
Sevatar paused for a moment.
In Soshyan's mind, he saw a baby with skin as white as snow falling into the devastated sky.
The wind and clouds blew into his eyes, and then he was completely swallowed and digested by the darkness in front of him.
“One of the 20 infants fell farther and deeper than the other Primarchs... He descended into a world without daylight, a world where cruelty was higher than kindness, a world where honor was regarded as absurd. In the world of things, this child, this untamed beast, was not adopted by anyone, no one taught him mercy, he had no mother to cling to when the nightmare came, among these scattered primarchs, these lost babies , only he has not been taught right and wrong, good and evil."
Sevita said, letting out a giggle.
"Oh, of course, each Primarch has his own creed. What is 'right' and what is 'wrong'? It just depends on each person's point of view. When their sense of right and wrong matures, under the mentor or brother Under their influence, they have their own concept of rewards and punishments, and in the end, no matter what the situation they were in, they came to the same conclusion: what they think is right is right, and what is wrong is That's what they want to punish."
"Shouldn't the mind of the original body be transcendent?"
Soshyan was confused.
"What happened to the child who fell into darkness?"
Savitar smiled again.
"He had no mentors, no one to 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 was there to help him when he was haunted by nightmares or... To comfort him when he was trapped by illusions, he became strong and cunning, defeated his nightmare, and learned to interpret and suppress it."
Soshyan heard from Brother Saul and Said. However, the Primarch of the Eighth Legion had the ability to predict the future.
“…No one taught him what justice was, so as a child, he did something that no one had ever done before or since – he practiced it himself! He saw people’s hard-heartedness and cruelty , and then recorded that he saw the efficiency and peace produced by the abuse of power, fear and violence. Do you know what he learned, Soshyan? "
"It's...what"
"He realized a truth - strength is justice. He understood that if he wanted to defeat the ferocious beasts dormant in the darkness, he would only need to be the most powerful one among the beasts! If he If he wants to punish murderers, he just needs to become a more complete killer. If he wants to bring peace and equality to the world, oh, he wants it so much, then he has to eradicate every filth that stands in his way. , and use their weapons against them."
Sevatar glanced at his halberd.
"He knew that there was only one weapon he could wield, more powerful than any gun, sharper than any sword."
The Prince of Crows leaned in front of Soshyan, With a certain sense of oppression.
“This weapon is fear.”
Soshiyang swallowed, not daring to take his eyes away from the Crow Prince.
Sevatar continued his narrative, more quietly than before, like a whisper.
“Gangsters, thieves, rapists, murderers – they have a tight grip on the world, and because everyone is afraid of them, this warrior of the wilderness becomes the one thing that can stop them, A thing that can even make 'them' learn lessons in fear... He became the Midnight Ghost. He taught people justice in fear, making this world that was only violent and chaotic before become efficient and peaceful, alone in the darkness One person can benefit everyone by his own efforts."
The dark eyes of the Crow Prince stared at him, waiting for his response.
Soshiyan was shocked by this story.
Of course, who wouldn’t?
"What if..."
Slowly, Soshyan subconsciously expressed his inner thoughts.
"...He uses fear as a tool to punish sinners, but what about when he commits a crime himself?"
Savitar was stunned for a second.
Then he laughed, so loudly that the whole stone room seemed to be shaking, and tears seemed to ooze from the corners of his eyes.
After three full minutes, his laughter stopped.
"I finally understand why He chose you... Soshyan."
(End of this chapter)