The firelight on the battlefield illuminated the golden armor, highlighting its perfect outline.
The white wings are majestic, like an eagle's wings, and every feather is flowing with brilliance.
The long golden hair fluttered in the wind.
The Eye of Terra, crafted from crystal, is located in the center of the golden breastplate.
A face that should only be recorded in books and stored in data machines appeared in front of everyone on the battlefield. If they saw it with their own eyes, I am afraid no one would dare to believe that this scene was real.
It is no longer a cold sculpture, no longer a soulless image, but a living being.
Like the sun in the desert, it shines in the midday glow, displaying its fiery power in its light.
The Blood Angels, Demons, and Wizards who took part in the battle were all stunned.
His presence was unparalleled, like a sweeping storm that shook everyone's soul.
The battlefield in the entire hall seemed to be cast under a silent spell.
The flames of war have spread across the entire starry sky.
The battle between the Empire and the Traitors has already reached a fever pitch, with both sides unleashing attacks powerful enough to destroy stars in an attempt to kill each other once and for all.
The hall was completely silent. Apart from the echo from the outside world, there was no other sound. It was extremely eerie.
Everyone present, friend or foe, was filled with awe from the bottom of their hearts.
They witnessed the arrival of a legend.
"Sanguinius." Ahriman said the identity of the visitor in horror. As a scholar and prophet in the Thousand Sons Legion, he did not foresee that Sanguinius would appear on the battlefield.
The other party was like a ghost independent of the thread of fate, suddenly appearing and inserting itself into it.
The two heads of Carlos the Fateweaver, lying on the ground, stared at Sanguinius with expressions of astonishment.
He knew a little more than Ahriman.
He knew that the Curse's son No. 13 had been trying to resurrect No. 9.
There was indeed a storm on the planet Devin.
But how did No. 9 cross the vast ocean and appear here without anyone noticing
Has the Empire already mastered the means to hide in the Warp
This is not good news.
Sanguinius looked at Ahriman, and when he saw the former traitor, endless anger emerged in his compassionate eyes.
During the Battle of Terra, the Thousand Sons Legion led by Ahriman played an irreplaceable role for Horus' army.
Without their sorcery, Horus would not have been able to send his massive fleet around safety lines and directly into the inner solar system.
"Ahriman, it's been a long time since we last met. It's time to settle your sins."
The light flowed and wove into a sharp spear in Sanguinius's hand.
The spear shone coldly and was full of murderous intent.
After separating from Guilliman on the planet Davin, Sanguinius quickly rushed to Prospero on a ship that was isolated from the prying eyes of the Warp.
With the Empire's current technology, he easily crossed the vast ocean and caught up with the Blood Angels' battle group.
But he never showed up, but hid in the dark, observing the Blood Angels ten thousand years later.
I want to see if, after such a long time, the Blood Angels have forgotten their original intentions.
Fortunately, it didn’t.
The Blood Angels remain as loyal to the Imperium as ever, and still fight for humanity.
After learning of the existence of the Death Company, Sanguinius also felt guilty for a time.
It was his fault that so many of the Sons of Bhaal were driven into a rage, turned into wild beasts, and imprisoned in chains and cages by their brothers.
Fortunately, there is still a chance to salvage everything.
The light of witchcraft shone, and a beast-like growl sounded.
As the wind blew, a Tzeentch demon raised its scepter and tried to sneak attack the archangel.
Sanguinius moved, but no one could see his movements clearly.
The spear in his hand flew out and nailed the demon directly to the wall.
The arcane light turned into a raging flame, causing the demon to burn and let out a shrill scream.
Carlos, the Fate Weaver, climbed up. The astonishment on the faces of the two bird-like heads had not yet subsided. He was filled with confusion, but no one could answer his questions.
The course of fate became fragmented for some reason.
According to the original trajectory of fate, Sanguinius should not be here.
It seems that Guilliman's awakening has brought too many changes.
Make the future unpredictable and extremely chaotic.
"You are but a remnant of the past, a testament to your father's defeat. You should not be here, Primarch. There is no place for you in the future." Carlos murmured.
"Your master does not have the final say on your fate, demon. You should see if you can leave here alive today." Sanguinius said coldly: "You will die here. This is my declaration and my judgment on your fate."
Sanguinius took a step forward, and the spear that had impaled the demon flew back into his hand, glowing with arcane light.
This is a weapon specifically designed to target Warp demons.
Built with the latest technology from the Empire, it can be transformed into nanomolecules and stored inside his armor, and then summoned out when needed.
"After resurrection, he became so arrogant." Carlos waved his scepter, drawing glowing cracks in the air.
Dancing fire demons and fear monsters poured out from the cracks, and the smell of sulfur filled the air.
The whispering of evil filled everyone's ears.
The hellhound with a wolf's head, a lizard's body, tiger's claws, and a crocodile's tail scratched and panted, let out a low roar, and rushed towards the loyalists of the empire with its claws and fangs.
The arsonist holding a crystal wand and the humanoid creature wearing a wizard robe and with a pitch-black face were mumbling strange words and releasing evil witchcraft.
Evil fire was shrouded and thunder suddenly appeared.
The entire hall was filled with demons, and for a moment, the Imperial loyalists seemed outnumbered.
Sanguinius rushed into the group of demons with a spear in hand, sweeping through like a storm, bringing death to them all equally.
The arcane spear swung up and down, unstoppable.
His body, which incorporates the most advanced technology, is comparable to that of a god, and he can easily tear demons apart.
He swept across the four directions, and no demon was his match.
In the face of Sanguinius's wrath, the demon's body exploded like a boil.
Wherever the arcane spear passed, corpses were scattered everywhere and demons screamed continuously.
The raging fire burns the essence of the demons, leaving them no chance of revival.
The witchcraft shackles on Dante were also broken.
Witnessing that invincible figure, his eyes were pious and ardent, and he was completely unaware that his face was already filled with tears.
The Imperial Regent had not deceived him.
Really brought the archangel back from the void world of death.
What a miracle this is.
Dante stood up, and the combat engine implanted in his body was turned on to its craziest state.
The heavy battle axe was swung, and there was a crackling sound in the air.
Smashed a group of Chaos Monsters into pieces.
Any enemy who tried to stop him was torn apart by his rage.
In just a moment, there were debris and broken arms all over his feet.
The demon Carlos will be dealt with by the Holy Father.
Dante set his sights on Ahriman.
It's time for this damn traitor to pay the price.
"Ahriman, today is the day you die." Dante roared and rushed towards him.
The two-handed battle axe danced in his hands, and he put all his strength into every strike, and sonic booms appeared in the air.
All the marble and mechanical structures along the way were crushed to pieces.
Ahriman was using witchcraft, and the staff in his hand was flowing with witchfire.
His eyes burned with flames as he chanted obscure spells.
The vast ocean's supreme power was leveraged by him, and the fire elves and elemental incarnations flew and danced in the air.
The disembodied body leaves a shining trail behind.
Ahriman's guardian daemon is a gigantic seraph, one of humanity's primal fears.
It was a ball of flesh burning with blue flames, made up of wriggling blood vessels and a huge jaw with teeth arranged like a snake.
The wings also had flames on them, and they were a pair of wings made of a black skeleton.
"Flame is my servant." Ahriman gritted his teeth and hissed, "Obey my command, bless me, and all will be burned."
The fire elementals roared and were pulled into Ahriman's body by an invisible force.
Even the huge Seraph did the same, carrying infinite power into Ahriman's body.
His body swelled up and transformed into a giant fire demon.
Blue flames burned fiercely, covering his body, and his eyes also spewed flames.
He pushed his hands forward, and the flames turned into a shock beam that enveloped Dante again, but this time he failed to blow him away.
An invisible shield appeared on Dante's body, distorting all of his witchfire.
"You poor creature kneeling at the feet of the evil god, you are not the only one who holds the secret of the operation of the subspace." Mephiston also took action, blessing Dante and blocking the opponent's witchcraft.
At the same time, he turned his will into a hammer and slammed it into Ahriman's reflection in the warp.
puff!
Ahriman spurted blood.
Dante shook off his witchfire and slammed his battle axe into the massive Balrog incarnation of Ahriman, causing it to let out a sharp scream.
Ahriman once again conjured up his hands and tried to slowly lift up the battle axe that had pierced his body.
The hands burning with flames emitted high-temperature air waves, and the force field of the battle axe was distorted by the power of witchcraft, making crackling sounds.
"Die, traitor." Dante roared and slammed the battle axe down.
Ahriman howled in agony.
Mephiston was also exerting his strength, striking the opponent's mind even more violently.
Due to his interference, Ahriman was unable to launch a powerful counterattack.
Dante exerted force suddenly and swung the axe down, cutting off Ahriman's arm.
As he screamed, he swung the battle axe violently and chopped off his head.
Powerful spiritual energy dissipated into the air.
The soul passed through the veil of reality, was thrown into the warp, and was swept away by the torrent.
The situation on Carlos' side was also very bad.
The archangel's power is unimaginable. He sweeps across with the spear in his hand, and no one can defeat him.
The little devil couldn't withstand his attack at all and was killed by him easily.
"You don't have to fight me, Sanguinius." Carlos was knocked back by Sanguinius's blow. Realizing that he was no match for him, he began to show off his eloquence. "The power of the Lord of Change is beyond imagination. Chaos is the final destination of all things. Human resistance has only slightly delayed the inevitable."
"There have been so many civilizations throughout history, and so many outstanding people, but in the end everything turned to dust, even the ruins no longer exist. No one sings their stories, and no one remembers their sacrifices and bravery."
"You beast, don't try to shake me with words. Today is your final song." Sanguinius launched another fierce attack, and the spear in his hand became more and more terrifying.
With a sound like thunder, the metal spear forged by the power of the stars hit the crystal-polished scepter.
The impact force created a stir, shaking all directions, and sparks and witchlight flickered.
The demon moves swiftly, and the scepter exerts endless power.
Sanguinius wielded his spear, killing every blow, and was determined to kill the Weaver of Fate.
"Your efforts are futile. Your father has failed. We know this clearly. Victory will belong to Chaos. Guilliman can maintain the Imperium for a hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years, but humanity will eventually repeat its mistakes. The fall of the Imperium is unstoppable."
"Join us, little angel. Gaining eternal life is the most important thing. You will revel with the gods until the end of the universe."
Sanguinius sneered: "You are always the same, immersed in your own words. There is no certainty in the universe, let alone eternity. The Empire and humanity may be buried in the long river of time, but truth will change, and the gods will disappear in the long river of eternity."
"Humanity will never surrender to monsters, even if the stars are destroyed and the sky is devastated."
As he spoke, Sanguinius launched an even more fierce attack.
The spear was swung, heavy as a mountain and violent as thunder.
After a series of attacks, Carlos' staff was shattered, and the two bird heads showed expressions of horror.
"No! You should think about it more."
Sanguinius didn't waste time talking to him and pierced Carlos' body with the spear in his hand.
The power sealed in the spear took effect, shattering the demon's soul.
With a sudden force from his strong arms, the demon's body was lifted up by the spear.
"Your doomsday horn has been blown, demons, do you hear it? The humiliation and harm of the past will be returned a hundredfold. You once fooled mankind, but from now on, you have no chance."
As Sanguinius spoke, the arcane spear burst into even brighter light, and Carlos let out a cry of pain.
The spear contained the power to destroy him.
Death is not exclusive to humans.
Demons also die.
"You can't do this." Carlos said fearfully, "I am a subordinate of the Lord of Change. You can't bear her wrath."
Sanguinius did not answer him. He swung the spear in his hand with force, and the demon's body was torn in half.
The flames burned on Carlos' body, burning away all of his demonic essence.
Carlos's end was even more tragic than Ahriman's.
He could no longer be resurrected through the torrent of the warp, nor could he use the power of the Lord of Change to return to the world.
However, the subspace contains endless possibilities. If the God of Cunning is willing to pay enough, Carlos may be able to be resurrected again.
But such a price would make even the gods feel heartbroken.
Carlos died at the hands of the Archangel.
Ahriman was also beheaded.
An ambush turned into a decapitation battle, and Magnus knew that he would probably be so angry that he vomited blood.
The remaining enemies are no longer a threat.
Mephiston and his Holy Blood Guards harvested them with great efficiency.
Dante walked up to the archangel and looked at that noble face.
He knelt on one knee, performing what he considered the highest courtesy.
"Sir." Dante's eyes were filled with tears.
"No need for all the formalities." Sanguinius smiled gently. "You did well, Dante."
"No, sir, I don't deserve your praise." Dante said shamefully, "I almost killed Baal, and almost killed all the descendants of the Holy Blood on the Zerg battlefield."
"No, Dante, you have upheld the glory of the Blood Angels and continued the ancient spirit. Ten thousand years have passed, and the Empire has decayed and fallen. I thought the Sons of Blood had forgotten their mission, but to my relief, they have not." Sanguinius said kindly: "You have remembered my teachings, fighting for the Empire and for humanity, and you have never slacked off."
"The Son of Baal must never forget the teachings of the Archangel," said Dante.
Sanguinius nodded.
"Please move to the Holy Blood, sir." Dante said in a pleading tone: "Every son of Baal longs for the return of the archangel. Your presence will surely make them feel that glory lasts forever."
Sanguinius shook his head. "You are the Chapter Master, Dante. My return cannot change this. You were appointed by my brother as the commander of this battle. If I were to appear on the Sacred Blood now, it would inevitably weaken your authority. That would be foolish."
"No, sir, it doesn't matter." Compared with his genetic father, Dante didn't care about his own power.
Sanguinius looked at Dante with affirmation and praise in his eyes.
The Archangel reached out and placed a hand on the Imperial Legend's shoulder.
Such behavior made Dante feel extremely at ease.
His keen senses could feel the surging vitality in it.
None of this is an illusion.
Dante was afraid that all this was fake, a dream.
When I woke up, everything was gone.
Fortunately, it was not a dream.
Dante's tears were like a flood that broke through the dam, and the legendary hero cried like a child.
Their Archangel has returned.
The scene that those lost Death Company soldiers longed for finally came true at this moment.
Watching the performance of his greatest son, Sanguinius smiled with relief and explained the reason in a gentle voice.
"This is a new era, Dante. You and I must obey the orders of the new Emperor. Guilliman is not yet the true Emperor, but he will be soon. This is my father's will. I cannot do anything to undermine his authority. That would be wrong and contrary to the path of salvation we seek."
Dante was extremely shocked by the words coming out of Sanguinius' mouth.
As Regent of the Empire, Guilliman will hold supreme power in the Empire, and has the Emperor's permission.
This news is shocking.
But after all, these words came from the mouth of his genetic father, so they couldn't be wrong.
"The Regent of the Empire will ascend the throne? Become the new Lord of Humanity?" Mephiston, who was also in tears, asked in a shocked tone.
Sanguinius nodded, "Yes, this is the will of the Emperor. She needs to fight the gods with all her strength. And the humans in the real universe need a new leader. They can't make any more mistakes. An unprecedented crisis has arrived. Those evil beings who crave a feast are trying to devour the entire universe. We all need to serve a greater cause, sons."
"You are still the leader of this crusade, Dante. I will appear when you are in crisis or in the final battle. Do not make my information public to avoid causing any unnecessary turmoil. Do not think about anything related to me and complete this crusade seriously. Promise me, Dante, to win this victory, capture Magnus, and present him as a gift to the new emperor of the empire, so that the glory of the Blood Angels will be further enhanced."
Dante nodded, his blood boiling. He must not bring shame to Sanguinius. He must crush Magnus's conspiracy and capture that bastard in Terra's prison.
Sanguinius casually swung his spear and opened a warp rift.
"Prospero, I will fight alongside you."
After leaving these words, Sanguinius sank into the light and disappeared.
Dante and Mephiston looked at each other and could see the determination in each other's eyes.
The strong fire of will is burning, giving them endless motivation.
"For the Archangel," Dante whispered.
Mephiston nodded as well.
Ahriman died in battle.
The many traitor warships were leaderless and soon fell into a state of chaos where they did not obey each other's orders.
Faced with the offensive of the Imperial Fleet, the uncoordinated traitor fleets soon suffered heavy casualties.
The huge crystal fortress was blown to pieces by the planet-destroying bomb placed on it, causing a horrific warp scream in the warp.
The Blood Angels battle group continued to advance, during which time the subsidiary regiments also joined the huge battle group, forming an unstoppable and terrifying force.
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He is a wandering ghost.
He is the midnight judge.
His sharp blade will slash your chest and devour your heart as you look in fear.
Don't cry, don't make a sound, for he is watching you in the darkness.
Don't scream, don't run away, because He is right beside you.
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The emergence of the Great Rift awakened many ancient beings.
For example, the Ouroboros sealed in the Stone Fortress, or a terror long forgotten by the Empire, an abandoned son of the Emperor.
He is fear incarnate, he is darkness incarnate.
Wherever he went, there was only fear and death.
He is the Night Haunter, he is the all-consuming terror.
After the Great Rift opened, a dark order came to the world of Tagusa at the edge of the Milky Way.
The planet lost contact with the Empire.
The chaotic warp storm prevented Tagusa from communicating with the outside world.
They were isolated in the vast starry sky, like duckweed drifting in the ocean.
Thugs and feral psykers soon attempt to destabilize the local regime and seize power over the entire planet.
Chaos, violence, fighting, and the evil nature of human beings are fully exposed.
Everything was in chaos.
Death and screams filled every building in the city.
The arrogant thugs intend to turn this planet into a violent one.
But soon, a new fear made them regret and fear what they had done.
First, several crazy thugs died suddenly and inexplicably, and were skinned and hung on the most magnificent building in the city.
Their faces were distorted to the extreme, as if they had suffered some unimaginable torture before death.
Fear grows in people's hearts, growing little by little until it occupies their entire hearts.
Someone is taking brutal revenge on those who committed the atrocities.
The killing was slowly expanding, as if someone was using a needle to slowly pierce people's courage.
The crazed thugs were gutted and dumped on the busy streets.
The pampered social elite were elegantly hung upside down on the tall windowsill.
Those who were once considered guilty but escaped punishment died one after another.
The riots inexplicably disappeared, as if they had never occurred.
The followers of the evil god are also afraid.
They didn't even dare to plot in the sewers at night and chose to meet in a busy neighborhood during the day.
The resurrected Night Haunter easily ruled the entire planet.
Most of the nobles were killed, and their skin was peeled off completely and placed on the most prosperous building, making everyone who saw it tremble with fear.
The remaining nobles chose to surrender. They knelt before the empty throne and pledged allegiance to the Midnight Haunter hidden in the darkness.
Their only role is to control the people of Tagusa.
Curze knew from Tagusa's chronology that he had been asleep for ten thousand years, and the empire his father had established still existed.
Even though it is already crumbling in the storm raised by the gods, it still exists.
He seized control of Tagusa and used his accustomed fear to make the world run according to his ideas.
Coze tried to restrain himself with reason.
But when he hears opposition to him or injustice, he always hunts down the opponents himself until his prey is exhausted.
When the remains of his enemies were scattered and the last screams had died away, Curze would feel the agony of his slaughter and pray intensify, hoping that some ghost would forgive his sins.
Tagusa restored normal social order.
In a terrifying harmony, people shared wealth and fear.
Under Cozee's rule, no one dared to own more than his neighbor.
The cultists tried to win over Koze, but they usually ended up badly.
Their colleagues found only bags of chopped flesh and the cruel vengeance of the Night Haunter.
The returning Koz didn't know what he should do.
Before, he wanted to destroy the Emperor's kingdom of lies.
Now, he felt that it was meaningless.
There will always be another kingdom of lies established.
The creator may be the gods or one of his brothers.
They will build a new empire, prosper, and then go from prosperity to destruction, and finally repeat the cycle until the race disappears.
Koz didn't want to get involved in the fight between those guys anymore.
Unfortunately, he is the Primarch.
Destined to become the center of the vortex.
From visions of the Librarians and whispers of demons, the Night Lords wandering across the galaxy learned of Curze's return.
They came from all directions and gathered on the remote planet of Tagusa.
Hopefully, this former genetic father can lead them again.
The hunter has also smelled the scent of his former enemy.
He was destined to be unable to stay out of it.
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Not only is Tagusa far from the light of the Astronomican, its star is also just a yellow dwarf that has entered its old age.
The weak light and heat can only allow Tagusa to establish a very fragile ecosystem.
Many places are covered with desert.
Without the help of technology, it would be impossible for humans to build a civilized society here.
In the desert, the Night Lords who came from afar fled everywhere like the prey they hunted in the past, fearing the pair of eyes in the darkness.
Those were a pair of eyes filled with hatred, and below them was a mouth with almost no lips.
An old ballad was sung, like a hymn to death.
The sound echoed in the darkness.
When the song begins, it is the time of death.
A Night Lord fired several shots at the eyes, and the next second the bolter was cut off.
A pale face appeared in front of the warrior, and the completely black eyes revealed cruelty.
"I am your son," the warrior cried, "don't do that."
"Not anymore." Curze stared at the Night Lord warrior, whose body was covered in bone spurs and whose armor was engraved with all kinds of disgusting Chaos runes.
Koz felt a little sad.
The Emperor is a tyrant.
And the gods are even worse tyrants.
He likes neither the former nor the latter.
The Night Lords should bring fear, fear is the foundation of maintaining human society, not succumbing to those monsters.
Curze had hoped that the Night Lords would bring absolute terror to humanity.
People need not fear anything but the Night Lords.
Then the empire will be forever stable and prosperous.
However, the fall of his home planet, Nostramo, made him realize that everything was a lie, and that the Emperor could not build his ideal country, but would only bring destruction and disaster.
Before the Emperor came, Nastraum was prosperous, people were equal, and shared wealth.
But when the Emperor's glory descended, the planet fell.
People can no longer control the evil in their hearts.
The chaos of the past has been repeated, and the recruiting officers have handed over the most vicious criminals to the Night Lords, leading the entire legion to corruption.
Koz watched his dreams shattered.
Going crazy in endless illusions.
He tried to be redeemed, but all he got was ridicule and distrust.
The sharp claws pierced the opponent's body easily, and Curze smiled, savoring the opponent's fear.
His movements were perfect. He cut off the blood vessels and nerves bit by bit while ensuring that the other person would not die immediately.
"Don't do that." The Night Lord warrior captured by Curze stared at the pair of dark eyes and begged again, just like those people he had slaughtered before.
Koz didn't care; he was excited by the other's fear.
There were flashback visions in his eyes.
With the help of these illusions, he can see what the other party is doing.
Pointless slaughter, pointless fear.
The Night Lords, who had long forgotten the true use of fear, were unable to destroy his father's kingdom and could only continue to commit massacres on various planets like madmen.
Koz also obtained a lot of useful information from these illusions.
Several of his former brothers have returned and are trying to rebuild his father's great cause.
Perturabo, Fulgrim and the rest of those idiots have been captured and brought back to Terra.
It was obvious that they were taking revenge on their former traitorous brothers.
Coze knew that those guys would definitely find him too, their noses were as sharp as hounds.
"Who will be the hunter? And who will be the prey?" Koz threw away the prey in his hand. The opponent's superhuman physique would allow him to live long enough even if he was seriously injured.
Living in pain, feeling the vitality slipping away bit by bit, but being powerless to do anything.
It's like watching the sun set and inevitably greeted by darkness.
Koz likes this approach, as simple massacres can only deter those who are not harmed.
Making the victim live in as much pain as possible and for as long as possible, the balance between the two is the essence of torture.
The airborne Midnight Lord was quickly captured by Curze.
He no longer needs these offspring.
The bond between them had long since been lost amidst the poison and madness of Chaos.
Seeing them reminded Koz of the lies of the past.
He once believed that the Emperor could accomplish that great cause, but later found out that it was just a lie.
The Night Lords were born to serve the Emperor's Lies.
Now that the lie has been exposed, there is no need for them to stay any longer.
Curze took their hearts, peeled off their skin, and left them to suffer in the desert until they died.
The battleship suspended in low-Earth orbit also fell into his hands.
The crew members died screaming, even the warriors who protected the ship. Only those who Curze deemed worthy survived.
He had to find someone to drive the boat.
Coze knew that his hunters would arrive soon.
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Curze strolled through his bloody palace, where the Tagusa nobles once handled government affairs.
Now it's Coze's.
Those who had committed crimes or refused to obey had their skin peeled off and were hung on iron hooks.
Some unlucky ones were not dead yet. Their blood flowed out from the wounds, flowed down their bodies to their toes, and then dripped down.
Every time the nobles who submitted to Koze's rule came here, their faces were pale.
They don’t know if they will be one of them.
These nobles who were good at deceiving and playing tricks became more cunning than ever before. Everything they said was true, and they worked more wholeheartedly than ever before.
Coates's idea is not wrong.
It is best to tame them with fear.
It was completely dark in the deepest part of the palace, and even thermal imaging and supernatural vision could not see what was inside.
Only those with extraordinary senses can see the horrific scene inside.
Everyone who saw those things in the deepest part went crazy.
That is definitely not something that a normal person can create.
There are sculptures of flesh and blood placed inside.
It was a work of art carefully crafted by Coates.
Show is his creator and brother.
A arrogant and ambitious person shaped Curze and his brothers.
Each of them possesses extraordinary wisdom, strategy, and talent.
“It’s so perfect that we are all sitting together again.”
Walking in the darkness, Koz looked at the flesh and blood sculptures and said.
He used the sharp claws in his hands to pick the bones out of the person's body.
Each one was taken out while the other was still alive.
These bones form the skeleton of the sculpture.
Curze was filling in the gaps with flesh and blood, shaping their faces and bodies.
Use the obtained human skin to suture and complete the last step of sculpting.
Curze slowly walked to the innermost one, the flesh and blood sculpture of his father, the Emperor, and laughed wildly, then became gloomy again.
In the darkness, his eyes looked directly into those weeping eyes, and tears also flowed from his dark eyes.
"Father, father, father." Curze repeated those words with madness, "Perhaps I shouldn't have left Nostramu. You brought destruction to that planet, and also to me. This galaxy should only have one Midnight Haunter, not Konrad Curze."
The alarm sounded and the defense system of the planet Tagusa was triggered.
Koz was dazed for a moment, and scarlet visions surged in his mind.
He saw the cold black wings and the golden double-headed eagle that belonged to the Empire.
This is the emblem of the First Legion.
The illusion flows like a river, and the surface of the water is filled with reflections.
Curze had been teased by fate, but he mastered the further use of these illusions.
He can give these illusions a little trust and extract the information he needs from them.
Curze saw a figure sitting on a throne.
Very familiar.
He calmed down and dug deeper, and saw the true appearance of the figure, which made his body tremble imperceptibly.
It’s Lion Lai En.
This is not a good thing.
Koz didn't think he could defeat the opponent with his force.
After a moment, Coates laughed.
You can't win against Lai En in pure combat.
But this is his territory, and perhaps before leaving, he could teach the other party a profound lesson.
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"This guy is a lunatic as always."
Looking at the scene in front of him, Ryan frowned slightly.
Two squads of Dark Angels followed him as he moved deeper into the ships that were hovering in low orbit around the planet Tagusa.
The emblem of the Midnight Lord on it made Ryan think for a moment that Curze had summoned his own offspring.
When he entered the cabin and took a look, he realized that he had overthought.
The place was filled with skinned corpses.
Hanging in every corner of the cabin.
Whether they were mortals who betrayed the Empire or Night Lords warriors, they were all hung there.
Even the most battle-hardened imperial warriors could not withstand such a tragic scene.
Koze has gone mad and is willing to kill even those who come to look for his offspring.
He hated both the Empire and Chaos.
Ryan originally wanted to check all the remaining ships, but Koz took the initiative to send a message to the British ships.
The ghost Tong Kong, who was as pale as snow with dark eyes, was stuck on the screen, challenging him.
"I know you're here, Lai En. I'll be waiting for you here."
Ryan learned from the technicians that the message came from the ground, and could even be traced to the exact address, which was the palace in the surface hive city.
Koz didn't hide his thoughts at all.
Obviously, Coze wanted to have a 1v1 with Ryan.
"What should we do, sir? Teleport and fight?" asked a dark angel warrior.