"The war never ends!"

Donne waved his arm down without any doubt, with firm force and swift movements. Anger lingered on his face, as well as a kind of anger at not being understood.

"In this galaxy, there are countless threats waiting! Our war will never end. We must kill the chicken to scare the monkeys and give everyone who tries to resist us an example and a lesson! The empire must do this to survive, otherwise there is no way to unify the galaxy.

?!"

"So this is your purpose?"

The Midnight Haunter sneered: "You are just angry because of their resistance, Rogal Dorn. This is the reason. Don't sugarcoat it as if your purpose is extremely noble. You consider yourself a ruler,

Do you think you can rule mortals?"

"Isn't it? They are just mortals! They must know their place in the empire. You can't cater to mortals in everything. We can see further than them and have greater power, so we must bear more responsibilities.

Responsibility! What are they without us?”

"Without them, who are we?!" Midnight Haunter growled and clenched his fists. "You've got the fundamental relationship wrong!"

"You made a mistake."

All of Donne's anger disappeared, leaving only a calm face as calm as water.

"Stop pretending to be a hero, Konrad Kurtz. You are not, and neither am I. We all owe a lot of blood debt in the war, and we cannot repay it. We can only keep moving forward and keep killing. Only

Only in this way can all threats that shake the foundation of the empire be eliminated."

"you"

The Midnight Haunter couldn't say anything, and he began to breathe hard, as if he was being strangled in pain. His eyes rolled up, and in an instant, only the whites of his eyes were left, hissing airflow and tiny sounds.

spit out from the throat.

His situation made Rogal Dorn come over in confusion and shock. The original master of the Imperial Fists only regarded this as a quarrel, and he never wanted to kill Konrad Curze.

That's what he thinks, but not his brother.

"you!"

In just a moment, Midnight Haunter's expression turned into a complex expression mixed with fear and excessive anger, and there was even a slight urge to vomit.

"You!" He roared in fear, and then grabbed Donne's shoulders. "You! No! How could you-"

"What?" Dorn tried to resist in confusion. He didn't like being treated like this. But his actions caused a bloody storm.

The Midnight Haunter used the sharp claws of his right hand to pierce Dorn's chest and abdomen, and then followed up with fierce punches and kicks, each of which was aimed at killing people.

All of this happened so fast and suddenly that the Imperial Fists not far away did not even react. While trying to carry out this murder, the face of Midnight Haunter was full of pain and disbelief. He even

He was crying, with tears of blood flowing from his eyes.

——If it weren't for a giant rushing from a short distance away, there is no doubt that Rogal Dorn's life would have ended at this moment.

That man is Fulgrim.

He separated his brothers, and his movements were already extremely fast. However, in just a dozen seconds, Midnight Haunter almost killed Dorn. The latter was seriously injured, and his blood was

It flowed out from underneath me like a river.

"what happened?!"

The original body of the Emperor's Children pinned the Midnight Haunter against the wall on one side. The Imperial Fists quickly took away their original body, and hatred began to spread silently. Fulgrim asked in disbelief: "Are you there?"

Trying to kill him? Conrad, are you crazy?!"

"No, I'm not crazy, Fulgrim."

The Midnight Haunter tiredly stopped struggling. He was no longer in pain, but this was just a disguise. His heart was weeping blood.

He leaned against the wall and lowered his head.

".I just saw his future."

The projection ends here.
Chapter completed!