They deceived the great Imperial Primarch.
Konrad Curze stood up, then sat down heavily again. He should have known; he should have realized sooner.
"My brother!"
"It is time for a revolution."
"Gell! Order the fleet to deploy drop pods! Sevatar, control your men!"
Sevatar initially wanted to refuse, but he saw the silent Konrad Curze nod heavily as well.
"I believe in you, Konrad Curze. I believe in your prophecies, and everything you have done for Nostramo. But now... everything is going to change! My brother!"
Angron gripped Konrad Curze's hand, his gaze so firm that a light flickered in Konrad Curze's eyes as well.
Drop pods sped down from the Redeemer. These War Hounds' drop pods constantly rubbed against the atmosphere, adding a bright shower of sparks to the entire world of Nostramo!
The speeding drop pods slammed directly into the ground. The defense forces on Nostramo immediately tried to investigate the situation, but when the blue and white power armor of the War Hounds appeared in their sight, they immediately reported it to the highest command.
"This is just a simple drill."
Sevatar suppressed the support communication. Although he currently detested these War Hounds interfering in Nostramo's internal affairs, Angron was correct. The people of Nostramo no longer knew what fear was; the name of the Night Haunter had been sullied. If the Imperium knew what was happening on Nostramo now.
Sevatar closed his eyes. He buried the idea of eliminating the Twelfth Legion deep in his heart. This was their sin, and they should bear the responsibility.
"Control the city districts!"
"Summon all Night Lords for a meeting!"
Sevatar clenched his fist tightly. This was a stain on the Night Lords.
"Damn insects!"
Sevatar muttered.
When the Night Lords walked into the Tower of Night, the hall that had once welcomed the Emperor, they looked at the War Hounds standing guard on both sides. Most of them were confused about what was happening, and some cautious Night Lords began questioning their superiors.
The Terran-born veterans were even more terrified and uneasy.
"Hand over your weapons!"
Kharn held his Chainsword, blocking the entrance. His words stirred up the anger of the Night Lords, but when Konrad appeared with Sevatar, the unrest was quickly quelled.
"Hand over your weapons."
Konrad Curze repeated Kharn's words. His black eyes looked at every one of his scions, these children who shared his blood; beneath the dark blue battle armor lay one evil soul after another.
Soon, countless individuals handed over their weapons, dropping them at Kharn's feet. Even so, when the alarm sounded, there were always a few dishonest individuals carrying small weapons into the venue.
Sevatar stared intently at these individuals. Furious, he gripped the Bolter at his waist, his intense rage making him wish he could execute all of them immediately!
"cousin!"
Varys noticed Sevatar's unstable emotions. He grabbed Sevatar's arm, and the latter looked at him with a bloodthirsty gaze.
"Calm your anger. You cannot let emotions control you."
Varys comforted him softly, just as Angron had comforted Konrad Curze.
After a long time, Sevatar lowered his hand.
"I apologize, cousin."
Sevatar sighed.
"You will... keep this secret, right."
"Of course, cousin. However, I don't think this is something shameful; it further proves the responsibility and courage of you Night Lords."
Varys spoke.
Sevatar nodded. No one could tell his true thoughts from his pale face.
When the majority of the Night Lords arrived in the hall, they remained silent in the gloomy space. Konrad Curze's gaze swept across the faces of every individual, finally resting on Jandor Skalewok, and the members of the 45th Company.
Konrad Curze's gaze made Jandor slightly uneasy. As a member of Nostramo's Skalewok noble family, he had been famous since youth. As a serial killer and hunter, the main reason for his unease was that Konrad Curze's gaze was like his own when he hunted the children of nobles. Known as the Tattooed Count, he and his relatives had conspired to overthrow the government established by Konrad Curze, and he was very proud of what he had done.
After all, even an Imperial Demigod had been manipulated by him.
Soon, Konrad Curze shifted his gaze and laughed. He had painstakingly tried for many years to save Nostramo from hell, but what did he save in the end? A group of criminals, executioners, and murderers!
"Jandor!"
Konrad Curze called out to this son of his.
Jandor stepped forward. He did not understand why Konrad Curze had called him. As the Claw Master of the Night Lords' 45th Company, he was not favored by Konrad Curze, nor did he wish to be favored by Konrad Curze.
Jandor strode forward and knelt down several meters away from Konrad Curze.
"Closer, my child."
The hoarse voice emerged. Konrad Curze and Angron, two Imperial Demigods, were watching him simultaneously, which surprised Jandor.
[I think...]
"I know, nail. I have already had them prepare."
The furious murderous intent in Konrad Curze's heart was already making Angron feel uncomfortable. The surrounding Redeemer Guard had raised their weapons, and some Night Lords also sensed that the atmosphere in the hall was wrong.
"My Lord!"
Jandor strode forward, his expression slightly uneasy, and arrived before Konrad Curze.
"Pfft."
Just as Angron had predicted, Konrad Curze pierced Jandor's abdomen with one hand.
"Run for your life now, Jandor, my child. Leave here and flee. Bring the news of death to your family, bring fear to all the upper-class elites of Nostramo! Tell them! Tell everyone on Nostramo!"
"The Night Haunter has returned!"
Konrad Curze stood up and directly flung Jandor away. Jandor landed on the floor of the great hall. His already pale face gained an extra shade of white. He looked at Konrad Curze in horror.
He knew his deeds had been exposed! He knew his family was about to face its doom!
But.
"Attack! Warriors of the 34th Company!"
He wanted to live!
"Let that fellow go, kill all the traitors!"
Angron issued his command in a cold voice.
The War Hounds raised the weapons in their hands. Expressionless, they pointed their muzzles at their cousins for the first time.
Thud!
Bolter fire rang out. The unarmed traitors tried to resist, but in front of the loyal bolter shells, they had become lambs waiting for slaughter.
Angron lowered his head.
He saw Konrad Curze weeping; he was kneeling on the ground and crying.
But Angron was in no mood to comfort him now. He walked over to the many mortal scribes nearby. These men swallowed, staring at the arrival of the Imperial Demigod.
Angron reached out and picked up the parchment that recorded everything at the scene.
"Tear."
Angron tore the parchment to shreds.
"Burn it!"
He turned and handed the remnants in his hand to Sevatar nearby.
Sevatar nodded silently.
"They are good people... perform memory erasure surgery on them!"
Angron looked at Sevatar, which made Sevatar's intention to handle these individuals afterward disappear.
"As you wish, Lord Angron."
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