How can a retired savior be considered retired if his price drops to 40,000?

Chapter 127 Who doesn’t know how to work with multi-threading anymore?
very funny.Conrad Coates looked at everything around him with a detached attitude.

This kind of "detachment" is not just the kind of "detachment" in the usual concept, just as his current "surroundings" are not the kind of "surroundings" expressed in daily contexts.

On the one hand, he was indeed walking on this dilapidated and repaired ship, which seemed to be almost unsustainable, but still lingering in the void.In the wailing of his descendants, he watched other descendants quickly "process" everything that needed to be dealt with at present - the sparse mortal crew, the ignorant slave workers, they needed to drive these no better than servitors. How many things were used to maneuver the ship itself so that it served its masters while their masters fell into agonizing delirium.

Coze, who theoretically did not need an escort, still brought eighteen people with him during this trip just for this matter.He didn't really want to waste his time communicating with mortals.Of course he could do it, but he didn't have the patience, and legionnaires were there for such chores.

On the other hand, he was not on the ship in reality.His consciousness was hanging somewhere in the vast ocean, looking down at his body strolling on the ship, looking down at the heirs around him easily suppressing almost no resistance, looking down at more The cries and struggles of the Night Lords Astartes warriors - it's as if he is the king of the night, standing high on the tower symbolizing power, watching all of this.

He walked on the road leading to the bridge in a ship, but he had a panoramic view of all the Astartes in the entire fleet; he inspected the military appearance and discipline of the Night Lords that did not exist at this moment, but at the same time he was also observing All of them are judged for their past sins.

It feels amazing.Coze thought so.

Before actually trying to do this, he had no idea that he could actually read through the lives of 640 genetic offspring at the same time.Of course, to some extent, he took advantage of the fact that the time flow rate in subspace was different from reality to cheat, but before that, he didn't know that there was such a cheating method.

What is very interesting is that the vast majority of people in this fleet believe that the total number of Astartes among them is more than [-].As the original body of the Night Lords, Curze knew very well how his descendants "operated" the entire legion. With just a little thought, he could figure out how this happened:

The leaders of these factional warbands take care of all their troops just like the dragons in fairy tales guard their property. They will not allow others to find out too much about their true strength, and will deliberately let others know their true strength when announcing their homes. The numbers reported by oneself are inflated - this is often due to reasons such as vanity or bluffing.

The Night Lords themselves all knew the virtues of their colleagues. After the war gang gathered to count the number of people, no one believed the number of more than [-].But based on this, they generally believe that around [-] is an almost real figure. Unfortunately, the situation is a bit more cruel than they thought.

Part of Curze was analyzing and deducing these irrelevant details, while part of him directed his body to absently walk into the bridge of the ship.As he briefly dealt with the crew responsible for their work, the first casualty of this trial appeared; before he realized that those still capable mortals recognized what was happening now as another episode of Chaos. While the warbands were fighting against the Chaos warbands and surrendered without hesitation to save their lives, the second and third criminals were declared dead almost simultaneously.

They have gone too far into the Warp.Curze thought grimly.Whatever their reasons, whatever their reasons for wanting to claim power that didn't belong to them, they had gone too far.The end is decided, they must die.

Next, he watched as he used the communication device to announce his presence to the entire warband to which the ship belonged and demand their submission.This was not a statement made to the Space Marines, but to the mortals responsible for manning the ships.In other legions, perhaps the whole thing would not have gone so smoothly, but this was the Night Lord - so he was satisfied to hear the surrender messages in the communication link with trembling voices swearing allegiance flying like snowflakes.

At the same time, he had twenty-four of his offspring executed due to the undoubted influence of the Warp.

Fifty-three thousand 640 two, fifty-three thousand 610 five, fifty-three thousand 570 five—fifty-three thousand 570 four.

After he completed all this and prepared to leave the ship through the teleportation platform, he noticed that the number of heirs trapped in the Road of Judgment suddenly decreased by one, but this time the attrition was related to him. The will has nothing to do with it.

He glanced in that direction from the high heavens and concluded: it was Sevatar.In such a short period of time, he had successfully walked out on his own strength.

For a fleeting moment, Kurtz felt guilty.But then, he felt a sense of satisfaction and pride because of this incident.He withdrew his attention from these peripheral problems and confirmed that his body could successfully pass through the subspace.

——How could it not go well?At this moment, the surrounding subspace is almost under his control.

He and his heirs walked in the corridor of another ship, fifty-three thousand five hundred and forty-nine, and took a moment to look at the unoriginal "decoration" around them, fifty-three thousand five hundred and twenty-two, and then they spent about In 540 minutes, they redid what they had done before, 520-10. During this period, except for those heirs who had gone too far in the subspace, the people who were originally detained by the Dark Angels, The Black Armored Guards and Red Gloves sect, who have been living together since the 5th millennium to this day, also successfully left on their own.

Why do this to us?Cries of pain and resentment came from the warp.Is this the echo of the souls of the heirs he executed?Or was it that some kind of subspace evil was pretending to be these escaping energies and wanted to confuse him?Coates didn't bother to tell, he just answered equally:

"Why?" He was rushing to the flagship of the third warband in the physical universe. He looked down at the formless energy asking him in the supreme sky. "Didn't I express my judgment clearly enough? Could it be that you Isn’t my humble and sordid life enough to explain your fate? I am not here to forgive, but to correct the mistakes I have made in the past.”

Reasonable punishment, accompanied by forgiveness and enlightenment in the end, maybe Fujimaru Ritsuka would do this.Curze thought indifferently.But he is different. He will choose the easier option while making sure it is effective.

5 nine.

But we have no choice!The voice was still shouting.We must do this in order to survive!To survive, we must commit sin!We are here just to see you.You should know that in the eyes of ordinary people, this should be almost impossible, but we still came with the humblest hope - but you only gave us cold judgment and cruel torture!We still have no choice!

Curze was unmoved.He responded calmly, but with an indifferent calm: "That's interesting."

From the highest sky, he looked down at the shadow formed by the energy that dared to question him, and said, "You said you guys wanted to come to see me, so now, you have seen me."

Fifty-two thousand two hundred and seventy one.

"You said you have no choice. I will tell you that you are wrong - of course you have a choice." The Lord of the Night looked down at his sins. "You can choose to die, which is obviously easier. No punishment can go beyond death. If I continue to punish you, you can carry your numerous sins with you and continue to be a deserter."

In the subspace, the passage of time suddenly froze.This may be Curze's own will, or it may be a natural phenomenon produced by the operation of subspace itself, but at least he did not show any surprise.

"Of course, you can also choose to endure all this." He continued his statement, "Confront your crimes, accept the punishment, endure all the torture - I will not forgive you for this. You should have known it from the beginning , I am a very strict judge, and there is no word 'forgiveness' in my dictionary. To reiterate: I will not forgive you for this, but I will appreciate your will and allow you to continue to live and redeem yourself. Sin.”

Fifty-two thousand two hundred and seventy one.

This made Cozz raise his eyebrows in surprise, but he continued: "Of course, you have to know that this is not a path that you will definitely succeed as long as you continue on it. You may die on the way at any time - after all , some of you have committed countless crimes, and the corresponding punishment will naturally be more stringent. Even the body and spirit of the Astartes are likely to collapse because of this. This will be a battle that cannot be guaranteed. If you don’t have confidence in yourself on the painful and long journey to death with low survival rates, then perhaps a quicker and peaceful end is more suitable for you.”

After he finished speaking these words, he waited quietly for one second, two seconds, three seconds.The shadow that had expressed dissatisfaction to him changed back into amorphous energy, still lingering nearby, but no longer expressing its opinions.After confirming this, Konrad Curze once again confirmed the number of his offspring:

Fifty-two thousand two hundred and seventy one.

This motionless data left the original body of the Night Lord speechless for a moment.

　Miwu (no more)

　　This is not the final number left...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)