Then Angron came to Konrad Curze's side and sat down on the ground.
"nail, what should I do now?"
[Hug him.]
Angron put his arm around Konrad Curze's shoulder, watching the scene of brother fighting brother before them.
"Everything will be fine! Konrad Curze, it will all be fine!"
Angron comforted him softly, while also continuously using his psychic power to absorb Konrad Curze's sorrow.
Nostramo Hive City Five.
The place where the Night Haunter descended. Over the course of several decades, they had forgotten the fear the Night Haunter once brought them, and now, fear had descended upon Nostramo.
The traitors hid themselves in the darkness, but Konrad Curze could smell their stench even from a distance.
"The extent of your Legion's corruption is not severe."
"But it certainly counts as a malignant disease!"
This was Angron's statement to Konrad Curze.
Now, Konrad Curze was extremely disappointed with Nostramo. He had tried to save this world, but currently, it seemed beyond saving.
"For Angron!"
"For the Emperor!"
The heartbreaking roar of the War Hounds sounded. As Space Marines often used as assault troops on the front lines, they revealed their bloodthirsty side. The elites in the Hive City were terrified, unable to understand why the Imperial army was fighting them.
However, their influence was deeply entrenched in Nostramo. When the news of Jandor Skalewok reached the upper echelon, countless elites cursed the Skalewok family while simultaneously summoning the warriors hidden deep within the Night Lords.
The Night Lords watched the betrayal of several companies, and the countless mortal soldiers raising their guns against them.
"Kill!"
Sevatar only uttered this single word.
The Iron Warriors began to muster. These fighters, most loyal to Konrad Curze, did not suffer discrimination from the War Hounds because of the betrayal of a small faction of Night Lords.
On the contrary, the War Hounds still unreservedly offered their backs to these few Nostramo warriors who still possessed conscience, even though they were still steeped in evil during the Great Crusade.
Konrad Curze watched the lights in the upper tiers of the Hive City extinguish one by one. He looked at the mortal armies sacrificing their lives for the elites. It seemed that the entirety of Nostramo had fallen into a huge vortex today.
[Several Night Lords have broken away from the formation; they are attempting to assassinate us.]
System AI's words startled Angron. He looked up at the space around him. Silence and night were the eternal melody of Nostramo. In this world, there were only corrupted souls and souls about to be corrupted.
Black dust stirred up a vortex, and flashing lightning claw burst out of the night. The scions of the Night Haunter revealed their fangs.
The god of war's roar was wielded. Kharn and Gell raised their Bolters. Gell led several Redeemer Guard to engage these traitors, these individuals who had betrayed their oaths.
Shen and those loyal Night Lords submerged into the darkness. Often, at the critical moment when the traitors and the War Hounds were fighting, they would appear at just the right time, plunging the claws in their hands into the bodies of these traitors. Warm blood began to flow on the ground.
The Night Lords' mood was extremely heavy.
Until Konrad Curze made his move.
Holding onto some unknown conviction, he instantly appeared beside Angron.
The sharp and keen lightning claw slashed across the body of a traitor who dared to ambush his brother. He paid no attention to the traitor's half-severed body slipping away.
"Can my world still be saved?"
Konrad Curze asked Angron.
Angron remained silent because he did not know either. After all, he was not a Nostramo native and did not understand this world.
"Is there?"
Angron countered.
But System AI knew this question was directed at him.
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