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"The future... what future?"

Sanguinius frowned: "What did he see? Conrad?"

"...I may look like him, but I'm not alone, Sanguinius. How would I know what he saw?"

This was the first time the Lord of the Night felt a little helpless, he spread his hands, expressing his helplessness to his brothers.

"I can't guess what he saw just from a past echo from another world," he said. "Maybe someone can, but I can't."

"Who can?" Corax asked.

His question made the Lord of the Night stare at him in disgust: "Now is not the time to start arguing, brother, didn't you realize that I was just a metaphor? Your comprehension ability suddenly became negative?"

"You're mean." Corax sighed. "But I forgive you."

The Night Lord's face twitched.

"So, can you at least offer a worthwhile guess?"

Chagatai asked slowly.

"Although I don't think that handsome person is the same person as you before, at least you have the same name... So, at least your way of thinking is similar to a certain extent. Can you It must be your talent that made him so frightened..."

The Lord of the Night's expression became a little gloomy, but it was not because of Chagatai's little mockery of his previous personal hygiene, but because of the 'talent' he mentioned.

He didn't like the descriptor Jaghatai used.

"That's not a talent," Conrad Coates said gravely. "It's a curse, you won't understand it."

"Why? As far as I know, Sanguinius can also see visions about the future." Jaghatai continued. "He never complained about it."

"Chaghatai..." The Archangel frowned at his brother, trying to tell the Khan not to continue, but the Khan didn't listen.

"I have always been very curious about your curse, Curz."

Khan smiled slightly: "And this seems to be the first time we have had the opportunity to discuss it openly? Well, this is obviously a rare opportunity, so, would you like to talk to us?"

"No."

Without hesitation, Conrad Koz simply rejected the matter. He squinted his eyes slightly, clearly displeased with Khan: "But if you want my advice...I'll tell you, Jaghatai."

"Then I'll be all ears." The Chogorian smiled again.

"He should have seen the future of Rogge Dorn—I mean, that Rogge Dorn. But I don't think things should be that simple. What he saw may not be as simple as the future."

The Lord of the Night looked at the Emperor, and spoke softly.

"...He might have gotten some revelations from it, after all, he is the son of the Lord of Humanity, and he inherited some of his abilities, didn't he?"

"Your metaphor has successfully dissuaded me from wanting to take a break, Conrad."

"You're welcome, father." The Lord of the Night replied emphatically, loudly, as if he was really proud of his father's praise.

The emperor opened his eyes helplessly, and stared at the Lord of the Night for a while. After half a minute, he sighed and sat down.

Then he began to narrate, his tone calm and his expression relaxed, as if an old man was telling his sons the story of his youth.

Ruth was the most attentive of them all.

"When I created you...no, let's skip that."

The Emperor sighed again, and Robert Guilliman thought he must have sighed every day for the past ten thousand years in his chair. And the Emperor glanced at him and shook his head.

"No, Robert, I never sighed when I sat in that chair for the past ten thousand years, I shed tears for the faithful and the victims, that's all. I sigh for you, because I can't bear to blame you now , My humanity is too strong."

He was silent for a while, in the shadow of the meeting room, the former captain of the shield guard who had been silent for a long time almost fell down.

He could hardly believe his ears. The shock of hearing such words from his lord himself was almost greater than the shock of knowing that he had been allowed to listen in on the conversation.

"...so, father."

Sanguinius spoke hesitantly: "You once said that you exchanged memories with you in another world—that is, you know everything?"

"I know a lot of things, but definitely not everything. For example, I know another me who was obsessed with role-playing games at one point in my youth, and I was pretty much the same. But I don't know exactly what roles he played. , we are human too... We did exchange memories, but, this kind of thing..."

He twitched the corners of his mouth, as if trying to smile, but failed: "This kind of thing is different, I mean, we are not interested in knowing it. Of course, Sanguinius, what you want to know, I I do know."

The emperor pursed his lips.

"That's right," he said softly. "That Conrad, at that moment, did see a vision of the future. He shouldn't have seen it again..."

"But at that moment, for a moment, the power that bound his gift that tormented him dissipated. Then he saw the future, he saw the galaxy on fire, and he knew that someone had caused it, but he didn't know who it was .But when he set his sights on Rogal Dorn, he saw it."

"He saw a monster stained red with blood, eternally roaring, eternally angry, and his hatred made him slaughter everything... That's why he suddenly killed that Dorne."

Angron nodded lightly: "To be honest, if he had succeeded at that time, things might have turned around."

"But he can't succeed." Lorgar Aurelion said with a complicated face. "Fulgrim can't sit idly by...he has kindness for all."

Fenghuang, whose name was called, twitched the corners of his mouth, a little embarrassed, and he quickly decided to pretend that he didn't hear it.

"So—why did you give this power to Conrad Curtz?"

The Lord of the Night's dark eyes looked at his father closely, and his question was sharp, and his tone was even colder: "You know what this kind of power will make him suffer, don't you? Why do you want to use this kind of power?" Give him the power?"

His question was weird, as if the person suffering from the horrible vision was not himself, but another unimportant person.

The emperor was silent again, and this period of time just gave the Lord of the Night the space to do something. He spent the next thirty seconds fully showing his brothers the speed of his speech, and his ability to play with words.

"Ah, silence? It's your usual tactic again. Your silence confuses us every time, doesn't it? Is it really that difficult for you to communicate like a normal person? I just asked A question, and if you don't want to answer it, you can just refuse to tell me the truth, can't you? Not silence."

He tapped on the table, smiling.

"silence!"

Bang, he tapped again.

"silence!"

He raises the volume, hits again, and boom!

"silence!"

The Lord of the Night growled.

"Ah, silence! The silence of the Lord of Humanity is so precious, I suggest that we all learn from him in the future, and we should stop greeting each other every day, and be silent when we meet! The empire can also be renamed, just call it silent Those who can still speak will all be deafened by surgery, and we will all be dumb from now on! Use sign language to communicate!"

Mortarion coughed without a trace, and said slowly: "You are like a vexatious child now, Conrad. Your resentment is almost spreading to me, and, I remember that this chapter should have It belongs to Dorne..."

"I'm fine." Roger Dorn said blankly. "Let him continue."

He looked at the Emperor.

"Shut up, spooky bandage man! Don doesn't support you!" Curz yelled at him. "And I'm talking to your father who dare not speak, don't tell me what you don't want to know from him!"

"..."

Corax clutched his forehead, both ends of his temples throbbing. He kept a certain distance from Curz without any trace.

"I... When I created you, I never thought that you would be separated from me."

The Emperor finally spoke, his voice hoarse, his expression lost—for a moment, Konrad Curze thought he was seeing a vision. He never expected to see such an expression on his father's face.

"My vision for you is to grow up safely in the palace. I will raise you, teach you all the knowledge you need, and how to deal with the world... The talent I gave you, if you are there In that case, it's really just a valuable talent, Conrad."

The emperor said with pain in his eyes: "I want you to see good and bad, gray and white, so that you can see farther... You will uphold the law, so you must Knows better than anyone the future your choices can create...I, I—I'm sorry, boy."

A kind of astonishment really appeared on the face of the Lord of the Night, he was stunned, and he didn't say anything for a full two minutes.

Mortarion spoke again slowly: "Now, whose turn is it to be silent?"

"Sorry, I want to interrupt your father-son conversation a little bit—the planner, the great lord of mankind, should you reveal the truth to your sons at this moment? The extraordinary Primarchs are all waiting Woolen cloth."

The center of the magic circle forcibly diverted everyone's attention with its mechanical sound, and the atmosphere that was about to stagnate began to flow again.

How many times has it done this, Fulgrim thought?

"the truth......"

The Emperor sighed.

"The truth is, no matter what, some of you will betray. There will be a great rebellion."

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