Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 260:67, Political Commissar Kane: "I am a hero."

Curze has his own set of moral concepts, and the Emperor, other Primarchs, and even Dukel, are not reluctant to give sinners a chance to be tried.

But Curze wouldn't. The Midnight Haunter didn't believe that humans knew how to repent. If a sinner cried loudly for his evil deeds, it didn't mean he was repenting, it just meant he was about to pay the price.

Do you know what is the best medicine to stop people from doing evil? Fear. Bloody and cruel scenes of violence. If someone steals, cut off his hand and dig out his heart. If someone speaks rudely, cut off his tongue and hang him upside down on the city wall, and pour the blood from his mouth on the city wall until his body is completely dried. If someone wants to do evil, cut off his head and put it on an upright spear.

It’s not okay to even think about it; it’s a sin to even think about it!
This is what keeps order - fear.

Curze was so excited that his whole body was trembling, but the Lord of the Night still curled up in the shadows, not revealing a single bit.

To be honest, he didn't think Lorgar and Horus were his opponents.

Lorgar was just an incompetent charlatan, and Horus' body was nothing like the demigod body he had before.

This is not blind arrogance, Koz has the confidence to do so.

He is the only Primarch who has controlled his home planet for decades solely through his own military force.

And under his rule, society was stable and the crime rate was infinitely close to zero.

During the Great Rebellion, he had many battles with his brothers.

In the fight with the lion king, even though the lion took the initiative to attack and severely injured him, he still almost strangled the lion to death - if the dark angel's cub had not come forward to rescue him.

He then sneaked into Macragge, the home planet of the Ultramarines, and wreaked havoc there for a long time, and no one could do anything to him.

He even defeated the Lion and Guilliman single-handedly, burying them in the temple.

Even though Vulkan, the Lord of the Salamanders, is immortal, he can only be slaughtered by him again and again.

His record is so brilliant that he should be proud of it.

But Curze was not prepared to kill the two traitorous Primarchs directly. He wanted to find an opportunity and make them taste the deepest fear.

On the battlefield, Political Commissar Kane let out an angry battle cry.

When the two fallen demigods appeared on the battlefield with powerful warriors, this weakest political commissar burst out with the bravest performance, like a hope as precious as gold in despair, like a ray of light in the darkness.

It brought a somewhat illusory hope to these soldiers who were in despair as they faced the fallen demigod.

Humanity has endured this dark age for thousands of years.

Nothing can defeat them. They gallop across the sea of stars and rule the galaxy. Perhaps now, their humble lives will be summoned by the Golden Throne here.

But there is still incredible power passed down in their blood.

They may lose everything, but they have the last and most precious thing hidden in their hearts.

When humans have a common ideal, the faith and courage that burst out from their brows are enough to make the stars pale in comparison. Because they are human, they will not retreat on this path even if they are crushed to pieces.

The blood of warriors is the glory of the empire, and dying heroically in battle is the duty of soldiers.

Faced with the two demigods approaching, he could either retreat in humiliation or fight with his life.

It's not a difficult decision.

"For the Golden Throne, long live the Emperor! Long live the Warmaster!"

Someone shouted something, and then there were roars one after another.

Maybe life is lost.

But there is still hope.

The fallen warriors of the Black Legion were obviously stunned for a moment. They felt an unprecedented shame in the courage burst out by these mortal soldiers.

Hoarse roars sounded from inside their helmets.

It was as if they were angry at these humble mortals for daring to resist them; it was also as if the persistence of these weak mortals made them feel ashamed and angry.

"Hold the line!" Kane shouted the order.

The soldiers threw incendiary bombs, not at the enemy, but in front of the battle line.

The defense line formed by liquid incendiary bombs can effectively slow down the pace of the heretic Astartes.

More and more soldiers did the same thing, and a burning belt quickly spread in front of the line.

The fallen warriors of the Black Legion paused for a moment when faced with the flames.

But before they could rejoice, a larger group of Terminators walked out from among the fallen warriors with heavy steps.

"victory!"

A thunderous roar came from the Terminator armor.

No matter what weapons the soldiers used, they could not break through the heavy armor.

Only a small amount of sparks could be seen on the surface of their black armor.

"You are nothing, no strength, no courage, just a bunch of weak bugs."

The first Terminator broke through the defense line, and the trench wall made of alloy was knocked down by the brute force of the traitor.

He ignored the fierce fire from his loyal soldiers and swung his hammer in a huge arc.

It was a warhammer forged in imitation of the World Breaker in the hands of their genetic father.

The long-handled war hammer easily crushed the soldiers' bodies, just like popping watermelons, splashing out bright red juice.

A soldier roared and desperately stabbed the fallen warrior's ceramic steel armor with the bayonet in his hand.

But his efforts only resulted in a tiny scratch on the surface of the opponent's armor.

Then he saw the huge hammer head, covering the entire field of vision.

Another soldier took the opportunity to throw an armor-piercing grenade at the fallen warrior.

But before the grenade hit the ground, it was shot by a fallen warrior and exploded in mid-air.

There were shouting sounds everywhere on the battlefield.

Many weapons were firing.

The officers of the company opened the weapons they carried.

The monomolecular sword cut through the air, and a huge fallen warrior walked towards Political Commissar Kane.

He easily stepped onto the edge of the earthworks, and even though several lasers were shot at him, he did not dodge at all.

The reactor component on the back of the power armor made a buzzing noise.

The shadow cast by the fallen warrior's tall body almost completely covered Kane.

Let Kane easily see his full appearance.

The fallen warrior's helmet looked as if it had somehow merged into his flesh and blood, becoming a part of his body.

The half of his face that was exposed was swollen and pale, a face that only belonged to a dead person. The fallen warrior let out a strange laugh.

This scene seemed a little neurotic in Kane's eyes.

Such a scene is indeed terrifying.

Kane's legs were shaking and he couldn't help but turn around and run away.

But the other party obviously would not give him this opportunity. The Fallen Warrior raised his hand and pointed at Kane.

"Come and fight me, you little toy man of the false emperor."

The fallen warrior's armored gloves were also fused with his flesh and blood, and looked extremely thick.

The traitor sensed the fear in Kane, laughed wildly, and pulled the trigger of his bolter.

But at this critical moment, Kane suddenly jumped up and narrowly avoided the explosive bullet shot at him.

Then the legendary political commissar began to flee in panic on the battlefield.

"You have no escape."

The fallen warrior roared angrily, sheathed his grenade launcher and stepped forward.

Astartes was faster and quickly blocked Kane.

The fallen warrior grinned grimly. He judged that Kane would stop in fear and then be torn into pieces by him.

But Kane's actions deviated from what he expected. The legendary political commissar was like a completely frightened recruit and actually rushed towards the fallen warrior.

Such behavior is tantamount to committing suicide.

There was even visible astonishment on the fallen warrior's face.

During this moment of distraction, Kane leaned down and slid under the fallen warrior's crotch.

Before the fallen warriors turn back,
"Crack!——"

A crisp sound was heard, and the monomolecular sword in the political commissar's hand accurately inserted into the gap of the fallen warrior's power armor, just cutting off the energy transmission line.

Without energy supply, the fallen warrior felt his body suddenly sink.

But this situation is not fatal and he will adapt quickly.

The fallen warrior became angry and swore that in a few seconds he would stand up again and chop off the soldier's head with his own hands for his own collection.

Until now he didn't think he would be killed, the attacks of mortal soldiers could not break through the protection of the power armor.

At this time,
"Your Majesty, please have mercy on me again and save my insignificant life. I don't want to die yet."

The fallen warrior discovered that the mortal soldier neither attacked nor fled, but instead stood beside him and muttered to himself.

This scene seemed a little bit neurotic to the fallen warrior.

He suddenly felt a little fear, and this fear quickly took root and sprouted until he felt creepy.

Then his eyes went dark, and his consciousness completely sank into nothingness. Until the last moment of his life, he had no idea how this mortal political commissar killed him.

Kane continued to flee on the battlefield. His route was disorganized, as if he was in a panic and had no idea where to go.

But in the process of escaping, he always managed to rescue one comrade after another at the right time.

Koz in the shadows showed obvious confusion.

Even the Lord of the Night didn't understand whether Kane was really frightened or if everything was intentional.

But the war situation did not improve as a result, the gap between the strength of the mortal army and the black legion was too great.

A fallen warrior slew a loyalist soldier, piercing his body with a chainsaw sword and lifting him aloft.

The soldiers screamed in agony as their stomachs were cut open.

The heavy bleeding caused his limbs to spasm, but with his superhuman will, he still swung his bayonet and launched a final attack on the fallen warriors.

The bayonet and armor made a crisp collision sound.

The fallen warrior showed a ferocious smile and swung the chainsaw sword in his hand upwards, directly splitting the soldier's body in two.

Kane was running towards the soldiers and witnessed the scene.

Thus men are slain by traitors, and vile traitors take the lives of the loyal.

What's even more terrifying is that the two demigods were also on the battlefield, although they did not attack, but simply advanced quickly along the path opened up by the fallen warriors.

But their appearance still made everyone despair.

The same was true for Kane. He was overwhelmed by despair. He did everything. He was just a tiny mortal and it was impossible for him to defeat those fully armed demigods.

At this moment, a soldier suddenly dragged Kane into the trench. In the hidden trench, they were briefly separated from the noisy battlefield.

Looking at the still bewildered political commissar, the soldier said hastily, "Political commissar, we have failed, but you cannot die here. The enemy is surrounding us. If you run fast enough, you can still escape."

"I don't know who these two giants are, but their appearance will surely bring disaster. You must report the situation here to the Warmaster."

"May we meet again under the throne, Commissar. Don't feel guilty about our deaths. You have done well enough. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have been able to hold on until now."

"You are our hero." The soldier took off his breathing mask.

What was surprising was that this was actually a female soldier of the Astra Militarum, with her short hair making her look very strong.

Although there was a lot of dust on her face, her eyes were still very beautiful.

If she were in a place far away from the war, Kane could imagine that she would be surrounded by many stars.

The female soldier wiped away the tears from Kane's eyes and kissed him on the cheek.

"Stay alive, Commissar. You are far more important than us. The Warmaster has arrived in this world, and he will avenge us with the blood of our enemies."

"If possible, please take a look at the future that the Warmaster talked about for me." The female soldier put on the breathing mask again, covering her beautiful eyes under the ugly breathing mask.
“The future is as precious as gold”

"For the Empire, for the Warmaster!"

"Run, Commissar, run!"

The female soldier raised her laser pistol, pushed Kane, and returned to the battlefield again.

"That future is as precious as gold." Koz clung to the shadows with a disdainful smile on his face.

"Does anyone still believe this? Does anyone still believe this?"

He kept talking to himself, but his disdainful smile gradually faded, and a hint of confusion appeared on his pale face.

Kane instinctively began to run on the battlefield.

He ran faster and faster, as if he was about to fly, and an invisible force surged into his flesh and blood.

A loud explosion occurred beside him, but it didn't hit him.

The enemy roared in vain at him and fired at him frantically.

And those soldiers continued to provide cover for him, using their remaining firepower to cover his evacuation.

Around Kane's neck hung the icon of the Emperor.

The eyes of the holy elephant are still so deep, as if it sympathizes with the rough fate of mankind and sheds tears for the suffering of hundreds of millions of compatriots.

Kane looked back for the last time, and this time he saw the female soldier who kissed him being cornered by the fallen warriors.

The distance between them is not far.

Kane wanted to go to the rescue, but not only would he die, but he would also miss the opportunity to pass the information to the Warmaster.

He would die, losing the life he had survived so many times.

He will become a sinner of the empire, be nailed to the pillar of shame and lose all honor and glory.

Kane knew very well that he was just a lucky coward. He was weak and stupid, and all his honors were gained by luck.

He is not a hero.

but
Some people see him as a true hero.

"Fuck you!" Kane cursed in a low voice, turned back to the battlefield at an incredible speed, tightly grasped the sword in his hand, and rushed towards the fallen warrior who was about to kill the female soldier.

"I'm going to die. I'm really going to die this time. Even the Emperor can't protect me."

While running, he muttered to himself with a sad face.

"Oh, what an idiot."

In a trance, Kane vaguely heard that even his shadow was laughing at him.

If it were in the past, he would definitely be suspicious, but now he can't care about that anymore.

The distance between him and the fallen warrior was rapidly closing.

"clang!--"

The moment the two sides fought, Kane noticed something unusual.

The opponent is a veteran who has lived for thousands of years, a leader among the Astartes, and is far from being an ordinary fallen warrior.

The opponent didn't use his full strength and was playing with him like a cat playing with a mouse.

But even so, he was knocked to the ground in just a few rounds, his weapon fell out of his hand, and blood flowed from his knuckles.

Falling to the ground, Kane felt pain all over his body.

Kane knew that his luck had run out, and even the God-Emperor could not protect him this time.

At this moment, he was no longer afraid and turned to look at the soldier beside him.

What he met was the soldier's blaming look.

The soldiers were not grateful for his coming, but instead blamed him for not acting according to the plan.

Kane smiled, moved his lips slightly, and uttered a few words silently.

——"I am a hero."

The fallen warrior raised his blade with a grim smile on his face.

His blade was about to fall and kill the overconfident political commissar.

Kane knew that his luck had run out, and he had accepted this fate.

But at this moment, a huge amount of darkness suddenly gushed out from his shadow, and this darkness instantly obscured his vision.

And inside the darkness, the fallen warriors, who were also wrapped in shadows, let out heart-wrenching screams.

This earth-shattering scream attracted everyone's attention, even the two giants in the distance turned their eyes to it.

Then everyone saw an unforgettable scene.

A giant with a pale face and long black hair stood in the darkness, holding up the head of the fallen warrior in one hand, with a crazy, bloodthirsty and beast-like smile on his face. The giant's posture was upright, not inferior to the two fallen demigods at all.

The appearance of Koz cast a layer of fear on everyone's heart.

But his own mood was very complicated at this moment.

Koz had no intention of taking action, at least not until he found the right opportunity.

In his opinion, if the sacrifice of all the imperial soldiers present could create a suitable opportunity for him to torture his two guilty brothers, it would be worth it.

Curze hates humans. In his opinion, humans are weak, ruthless, cruel, and capricious. He has been ashamed of his human identity many times.

He never thought that one day he would rescue others.

Coze thought he might be crazy, or maybe he was just a madman.

He glanced at Kane who was lying on the side.

Notice the fear mixed with gratitude in the other person's eyes.

Forget it.

At least this feels good.

At least this time, he didn't hate himself as much as before.

Curze turned all his attention to Horus and Lorca who were not far away.

The smile on his face grew crazier.

Timing isn't that important.

It just takes a little more effort.