Konrad Curze's voice sounded.
The Night Haunter appeared before everyone like a ghost, a small boy sitting on his shoulder.
Everyone made way for the Imperial Demigods.
"I admit, I paid too little attention to you. My brother is right; I have been lost in illusions for too long."
Konrad Curze looked at Jandor Skalewok before him.
"You extinguished the last glimmer of hope in this world."
"Jandor Skalewok."
Konrad Curze sat on the ground, looking at his scions.
"But the spark still exists."
Konrad Curze looked at the small boy on his shoulder. This fellow would join the Night Lords, then die in some battle. His fate had been changed.
Because of Angron?
Konrad Curze thought, no, it wasn't him, it was the thing on his head.
Konrad Curze smiled. It was the first time the Night Lords had seen their Primarch smile so happily, almost like a child.
"Do you want to face judgment, or do you want to keep running?"
"Jandor Skalewok!"
Konrad Curze asked.
"…"
"Sevatar, the task of rectifying the Legion is yours. Also, I don't want to see another… oppressor."
Konrad Curze no longer paid attention to Jandor Skalewok.
His fate was sealed.
"Cover me!"
Jandor Skalewok let out a tearing roar, then turned and pushed the two scumbags beside him out. The next second, he crashed squarely into a broad figure. Angron watched Jandor Skalewok.
"I feel your fear."
Angron swung the Chainaxe in his hand.
"Is this the future you saw, my brother!"
Konrad Curze heard Angron's call to him. He shook his head.
"No… not at all, my brother."
"Then you see, your eyes are blinded by illusion."
"Redemption Guard!"
Angron roared.
"Roar!"
The War Hounds roared.
"Purge this world of oppressors with your cousins!"
Angron hacked off Jandor Skalewok's limbs, leaving him to writhe on the ground.
"Nostramo is a poison, Angron, I need to eradicate it."
Konrad Curze watched his departed scions, then turned to his brother and said.
"Of course, Nuceria will take good care of them."
Angron nodded slightly. He took the small boy Konrad Curze handed over. He and Konrad Curze had made a deal: to send the righteous people from the dark world of Nostramo to Nuceria for education, and then they would return to manage this planet.
But before that.
They still had many things to do, many, many things.
When the nobles were hanged from the towers, the deaths of these upper-class scumbags did not make everyone happy. On the contrary, their mood grew heavier. Nostramo had already undergone one great purge, and that was before Konrad Curze left. Now, this second purge was about to descend.
Sevatar didn't know how long this would last.
But… "Hang them all!"
Sevatar looked at the throngs of nobles, his voice cold.
The Night Lords needed reform.
"Hang them? That's not like your style, cousin."
Varys leaned closer.
"…Wizard, consider the Night Lords owing the War Hounds one, and shut up!"
"Then…"
"When this is over, I'll see you in the octagonal cage!"
Sevatar snorted coldly and turned to leave.
Varys shrugged.
"Phew! There's no repayment, but perhaps we can have a chat."
Fell Zarost walked over, looking at Varys.
"Of course, my cousin."
Varys nodded.
"But can you persuade Sevatar? I'm just a wizard."
"Sorry, that's not within the scope of our discussion."
Fell Zarost shook his head. Why was this person still pushing his luck?
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volume one: Chapter 40 Chapter Thirty-Nine: The War Hounds' Little Dessert!
One month. The Great Crusade was delayed by a whole month because of Nostramo.
Nostramo City Five. In the Night Fortress, the Eighth Legion redecorated their master's outpost. It was a city of hanging Slave Masters and wickedness, these horrifying exhibits crafted from countless tortured, upside-down corpses. Every noble, traitor, murderer—hundreds of thousands of corpses floated in the air. This was not only the work of the Night Lords, but the War Hounds also participated.
Although the warriors of the Twelfth Legion were disgusted.
A new order was established. With the joint efforts of Imperial superhumans, two great Gene-Fathers of the Imperium formulated new laws and a new system for Nostramo, along with aid from Nuceria, the homeworld of the Twelfth Legion.
Nostramo's minors would go to Nuceria to study until they came of age, then return to Nostramo to help build their homeland.
In System AI's original vision, the newborn children on Nostramo should have gone to the Five Hundred Worlds, where facilities and education would be better than Nuceria.
"I only trust you, my brother."
These were Konrad Curze's exact words.
In this incident, Konrad Curze knew that only Angron could appease the darkness within him, and only Angron, this returning brother, believed the visions he saw.
At this moment, Konrad Curze lit a spark of hope in his heart, perhaps the future would change… "The Ghoul Stars are full of xenos, and the Astronomican is dim here. Nostramo is on the edge of the Ghoul Stars. To be honest, I really dislike it here."
System AI constantly retrieved data on the xenos in these star systems. The Night Lords' exploration of the Ghoul Stars was very limited. Thousands of planets in this dim world awaited salvation. Nostramo, the Night Lords' homeworld, and the feudal planet of Drask formed a mutual defense line, but this was not enough.
It was still not enough!
The Ghoul Stars had many and varied xenos species, and many Space Marine Chapters would suffer setbacks in this sector in the future.
System AI hoped that the Twelfth Legion and the Eighth Legion would cooperate amicably. Their homeworlds were far enough apart, and Konrad Curze trusted Angron enough.
Currently, that seemed to be the case.
When the door was pushed open, Gell, Khârn, and Varys walked in.
"my father!"
Gell watched Angron plug the Butcher's Nails from his head into the data panel. Gell and the others were already used to this situation.
"What is it?"
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