Conrad Curze moved swiftly and silently through the darkness of the Nightshade.
He had been separated from this ship for too long. Logically speaking, he should probably feel missed, but he didn't. His mind was completely filled with frustration, surprise, confusion and questions, and he had no time to think about anything else. He desperately needed an answer now.
He knew that the person qualified to give him an answer was on the bridge.
Therefore, Konrad Curze walked towards the bridge unimpeded. He did not hide his figure, but those who passed him turned a blind eye to his presence. This would have been unimaginable - everyone aboard the Nightfall who saw the Primarch immediately reacted with something, whether it was respect or fear. But...this isn't "his" Nightshade.
On the night ship that belonged to him, the whispers in the darkness would not create such a relaxed and peaceful atmosphere, nor would the Astartes warriors and mortals get along so peacefully. The corridors lacked the "decorations" that should be seen everywhere in the Night Lord's territory, and there was even a faint sound of soothing and melodious music in some cabins... This was the Night No., but he felt very unfamiliar with it.
However, he was still extremely sure that this was the Night No., but this huge lady was dressed up in a different way in the hands of another person. This does not require evidence or logic, it is a kind of conviction derived from instinct, because this is another possibility that belongs to the field of Konrad Coates and is based on his memory. Although the control of this field does not belong to him for the time being, he can still easily do such a small thing as making everyone on the road ignore his existence.
No one was aware of his presence, so there was no one to stop him. Konrad Coates arrived at the bridge smoothly, but before he was about to break in and ask questions to the owner of the Nightshade, he suddenly hesitated. He really didn't pay much attention to the outside world along the way, but the original body's observation ability still made him notice many things unconsciously. As he walked, he sensed a vague atmosphere, a mixture of anger, shame, disgust, and worry. The people on the ship were carrying out some kind of work in an orderly manner, but this was not the state of a legion before the war, which made him feel slightly doubtful.
This little bit of confusion was answered in an instant - Conrad Coates' field responded to him, and he instinctively knew what point in time he was at:
At this point in his life, he ordered the destruction of Nostramo, his own home planet.
He knew the ins and outs of the whole thing and had no regrets about his decision. But he had just messed up the life of a mortal three times at this time - specifically, this was a trial in which both parties exchanged lives, and Konrad Curze had already failed without a doubt - and he had no doubt about it. This feels incredible. He wondered how this mortal man, who had survived a life in which even the Primarch would have stumbled, would have dealt with this matter from his standpoint.
So he chose to pass through the bridge door quietly - without the door being opened. Conrad Coates had already figured out in a series of previous encounters that although it was similar in all aspects, this was not the physical world. Besides, this is his domain, and it will not restrict him like it restricts the current owner of the Night Veil. As long as you master a few tricks, it's not difficult to penetrate solid objects like a warp demon here, just like he makes everyone he meets along the way ignore him.
In the past, being able to obtain such an ability would have made Konrad Coates extremely happy. There is no doubt that he can truly become the Midnight Ghost through this, becoming a perfect monster. But at this moment, it didn't matter: he had too many questions.
He relied on cruelty and fear to show justice in his own life, but this proved to be unworkable in a mortal life. No doubt the mortal was thereby showing him, without being subjective, that there was another way, but Konrad Curze could not really see it.
What is it based on? How does it work? What result will it lead to? How general would it be - or would it work in places like Nostramo or the Eighth Legion?
Conrad Coates glided silently through the darkness with so many questions, as if he were part of the darkness itself. The layout of the bridge was still familiar to him, and he also saw some familiar faces: several members of the Nightbat Council, but it seemed that they had other, more specific jobs besides that; as the original body A small group of black-armored guards of the guard, fully armed and wearing helmets, but Konrad Coates could still distinguish a few specific people from the details; in the end, of course, it was the "original body" surrounded by guards—— Under the rules of this realm, this role is filled by a mortal.
Konrad Curze looked at the mortal who dragged him into this boring drama in the dark, and once again came to the same conclusion: she was young, thin, frail, and in the eyes of a Primarch Nothing special. However, this kind of person also successfully led the Eighth Legion with his own mind. Although it was just a false illusion based on memory, the girl who was surrounded with care in the center of the crowd undoubtedly succeeded in winning Conrad. The love and respect of all Curze's descendants.
This doesn't mean anything. The legionnaires are all genetic descendants of the original body. Of course they will obey, no matter what the thing that is their original body looks like. Conrad Curze thought viciously. But when he was thinking this way, a complex emotion came to his mind:
Yes, no matter what their original body looks like...even if it is a mortal, or even if it is a madman who only knows how to hide in the dark and talk to corpses...
For some reason that he himself could not fully understand, he began to hope that this mortal would have something real, at least worth the price of his descendants' respect. Even though he still feels that most of his descendants are just a bunch of scum and villains.
He loathes them, hates them, and even wants them dead, but the most hateful thing is that the genetic connection cannot be severed. They are his sin, he...
Conrad Coates refused to think downwards and instead turned his attention to the scene in front of him.
He was very close and did not hide his figure. This is his domain, so everyone ignores his existence according to his wishes, except for the "primarch" who is surrounded by guards in the center: a mortal girl, very young, never more than 20 years old, only five years old. Standing two inches tall, she appears thin and petite even by the standards of a mortal woman.
But she just looked at him and didn't make any specific reaction. They confirmed each other's existence when their eyes met, but all communication only ended there.
This girl is not wearing power armor, but instead wears a close-fitting Nostramo style dress. This may be because there is no such thing as "mortal-sized Primarch-level power armor" in Konrad Curze's memory. This sounds so ridiculous, and it seems that it will only become more ridiculous, but there is no solution now. Where to go. Her face has soft lines, which can be called delicate and cute among mortals; her skin does not have the sickly paleness of the Nostramo people, showing a gentle light color under the dim to almost non-existent lighting of the Nighthorn. ; Her shoulder-length short hair is as dazzling orange-red as the twilight, and the light reflected from the light amber sclera in her pupils is like the distant stars hanging high in the sky - in short, she is too bright, and the dark clothes she is wearing The gloomy style displayed by the skirt shows a contradiction and fragmentation that cannot be ignored.
Such contradictions and divisions exist naturally. After all, Konrad Curze thought, this girl didn't belong to Nostramo, and she shouldn't even have anything to do with this sinful planet. When he was thinking this way, he suddenly realized that he had some respect for this girl whose source was not very clear at some point.
He knew the name of this little troublemaker: Fujimaru Ritsuka, which was written in an ancient dead language and had mystical significance because of its antiquity... At least that's what the Emperor, his father, said . Conrad Coates was noncommittal, after all, he was already dead.
A soul that had already been judged was dragged out of the prison of death by the emperor, and was bound to a strange trial by a mortal girl with an ancient name. Now it seems that the person who lost miserably is still the one who lost miserably. he. The whole thing seemed so ridiculous that some of the details no longer aroused Conrad Coates' desire to explore. Now he just wants to know where he lost.
He watched patiently as the guard officer in the illusion reported his investigation results to the primarch in the illusion. The person who spoke was Shen, and he was not a heir whom he disliked. This made him feel strangely relieved, perhaps because the heir he did not dislike was also in this position.
He knew clearly what the content of this report was, so he was not distracted to listen carefully, but carefully observed Sunken's pale face hidden by his helmet. The appearance of the primarch's valet was exactly the same as in Konrad Curze's memory, even the location of the scar was exactly the same (of course, after all, this was an illusion created based on his memory), but he felt , in some way that I can't tell, this Shen is slightly different from the Shen I know.
Shen's report was very detailed, but it didn't take much time. After the guard officer finished speaking, silence returned to the darkness of the bridge. Including Konrad Coates, everyone was holding their breath waiting for the decision of the mortal girl in the center of the crowd, and she did not keep the people present waiting for a long time:
"Please summon Jando Skolevok of the 45th Company for me." Fujimaru Ritsuka quickly issued the first order, "I want to hear his personal testimony."
Shen nodded and accepted the order, but his movements were not so neat. Conrad Coates saw with dissatisfaction that he was delaying. If he were under his command, Shen would never dare to have such thoughts, because the original body's orders must be executed immediately.
This was yet another difference, and there was obviously a reason Shen dared to do this. It was obvious that it was not only Konrad Curze who was a spectator who caught his hesitation, but the girl who accepted the position of the original body as a mortal in the illusion also realized this.
She spoke, but not reprimanded: "You have doubts about this, Shen, please speak out as usual. You convince me, or I convince you... This always brings us better decisions and firmer execution. By."
Mortal thinking. It was indeed a new path, but Konrad Coates scoffed at it. The decisions made by the Primarch cannot be disputed because they are always for the best... right?
Thinking of the three failures he had just experienced, Konrad Coates began to have doubts about this view that he had always believed in.
