Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 261 68, Night King
"There is no real death. Death is just the law of the change of things. Whether you need it or not, Conrad, I forgive you."

——"If even a sinner like me can be forgiven, then where is justice, father."

The Primarch, with a grim smile on his face, held up the head of the thousand-year-old veteran of the Black Legion in one hand, and the blood of the fallen warrior dripped onto the ground through the gaps between his fingers.

The appearance of Primarch Konrad Curze cast a shadow of fear in the hearts of everyone present.

Everyone seemed very nervous and uneasy, even Horus and Lorca were no exception.

The Night King may not be the most skilled warrior among the Primarchs, but he definitely knows how to bring fear to his enemies.

No one can figure out Koz's true thoughts. For example, now everyone is wary of his next move, thinking that he is about to start a killing spree.

But at this moment, Curze was recalling his dying conversation with the Emperor ten thousand years ago.

Koz died thousands of years ago, at the hands of an assassin.

But to be more precise, he killed himself with his own hands, pronouncing the final judgment on his sinful self.

Curze has tasted the deepest evil of mankind, and he kills all sinners. But unlike what most people think, Curze was not so cruel and bloodthirsty from the beginning.

Before he left his home planet, Curze ruled his home planet for decades. Although he had a zero-tolerance attitude towards criminals, the criminal laws he enacted were incredibly lenient.

At that time, Curze only punished criminals, and to the majority of innocent people, he was a fair and merciful monarch.

Under his rule, he transformed the sinful planet where Curze landed into a beautiful world with a crime rate close to zero.

In order to better rule his home planet, Curze defined himself into two roles - a just leader and a wandering soul chasing murderers at midnight.

But with the start of the Great Crusade, Curze returned to the Emperor's side.

During the war in the galaxy, he was deeply tormented by prophecy and sin.

Under the double pressure, he suffered from severe dissociative identity disorder, and from then on he became two people - Conrad Coates and Midnight Haunter.

The impact of his dual personality on him is even more serious than psychic vision.

Curze's fight with the Night Haunter lasted until the very last moment of his life.

There is a fundamental contradiction between the two.

Curze only punishes sinners, but Night Haunter enjoys killing.

Throughout his life, the Night Haunter haunted Curze's mind like a nightmare, chasing him.

It wasn't until the day of his death that Curze delivered the fatal blow to Night Haunter.

A primarch cannot be killed by a mortal assassin.

Before he died, he told the assassin his truest thoughts.
"I only punish the guilty, just as your Emperor is now trying to punish me. Death is nothing compared to redressing a wrong."

Curze forced himself to remain motionless and let the assassin complete his task.

At the last moment of his life, Conrad Tech finally carried out the final judgment on the Night Haunter. He proved with his actions that no one could escape his judgment, not even the sinful himself.

After that, his soul returned to the throne. The Emperor never restricted his freedom, but Curze still trapped himself in front of the throne.

Ten thousand years of solitude is also a kind of exile of self-salvation.

But this was not simply a waste of time. Years of reflection had made him a new person.

He became different from the past. Not only did he figure out a lot of things, he also became stronger.

Koz raised his head, opened his arms, and let out an imperceptible sigh.

Just such a slight action made everyone present feel like they were facing a powerful enemy.

Horus and Lorgar stared at him intently. They knew Konrad Curze well, so they had no doubt about their brother's mental state.

Although Koze did not join Chaos, his past behavior was even more insane than that of Chaos's believers.

Under the shocked gazes of the two traitorous Primarchs, the light on the battlefield dimmed rapidly, as if the transition from day to midnight was completed in an instant.

Coze once envied Clarks because he was favored by the Shadow.

When he let go of this knot in his heart, he found that he had completely embraced the night.

Visibility on the battlefield was reduced to the extreme, to the point where one could not see one's hand in front of one's face, and the darkness was different from ordinary ones. Even the Primarch's torch-like eyes could not penetrate the night.

The Great Speaker Lorgar raised the scepter in his hand. A red fireball was accumulating in his hand, and he looked around cautiously.

He didn't know from which angle Koz would suddenly appear, but in this environment, he could only wait cautiously.

Suddenly, Luo Jia's ears moved slightly, and he heard something.

It was the sound of heavy yet brisk footsteps, and the owner of the footsteps was extraordinary and could only be one of the Primarchs present.

The other person was getting closer and closer to him, and they might meet in a few seconds.

Luo Jia held his breath, silently estimating the time in his mind, and the psychic spell in his hand continued to accumulate energy.

If the other party is an enemy, he will undoubtedly be subjected to his most violent attack.

Finally, footsteps were heard several meters away, and the man's figure slowly emerged from the night.

Luo Jia's eyes penetrated several meters of darkness and looked at the other person carefully.

The man was as tall as him, thin and emaciated, with skin as white as snow and hair as black as ink, and he had a pair of iron wings on his back.

It was standing quietly in the darkness, like a dying raven, staring at him silently.

"Clarks?!" Luo Jia suddenly burst into a slightly terrified scream, "Why are you here?!"

Without any hesitation, the Great Speaker almost instinctively threw the flame in his hand at the opponent.

And turned and ran.

Luo Jia knew very well that the probability of the Crow King appearing here was very low, but it was definitely not zero.

He could bet that the man was not the Crow King, but he could not bet that the man was the Crow King.

Luo Jia's neck still aches slightly when he thinks of the Lord of the Dark Crows.

"This bastard!"

Horus gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath, then waved his hand to disperse the psychic flames that Lorgar was throwing at him.

Looking at the other party's fleeing back, Horus could understand that the other party might have seen some kind of psychic illusion.

But he still felt disgusted that Lorca, as the Primarch, would lose his rationality due to fear.

Suddenly, Horus noticed that the faint light around him began to disappear, and he could hardly see anything.

This situation actually made him foresee the arrival of Koz.

Horus first felt something light flash by on the right side behind him. He turned his head sharply, but the thing had disappeared long ago.

Then it reappeared on his left side, as light as a feather, making only a gentle sound in the air before completely disappearing again.

Horus looked around and could not find any trace of him. He seemed to understand where the other party was hiding, so he raised his head, and the darkness slowly parted in his sight, revealing a pale face.

There wasn't a trace of warmth in those pure black eyes that could see the future.

"Horus, you should have died long ago." Konrad Curze's whisper echoed.

"We all deserve to die, so why are you here!" Horus growled.

Coz smiled, "No comment."

He stepped back and disappeared into the night again.

Horus knew Curze's fighting style well, so he leaned against the wall and waited for the Night Haunter to pounce on him.

But Koz's figure suddenly emerged from the wall behind him, and his steel claws pierced his lower back.

"I only terrorized the worlds, and you rejected me and called me a devil. And you, Horus, have murdered the Empire and the hope of mankind." Curze whispered in Horus' ear.

"My notoriety is well known to everyone, and the enemies surrendered without bloodshed. But you raised the banner of betrayal and set the entire galaxy ablaze with war."

Curze's claws kept pushing, trying to pierce Horus' body. "Why is it like this, brother? Why am I too ashamed to step on the stars again, but you are still walking around shamelessly?"

Horus grabbed Curze's claws, and after a stalemate, he successfully threw him out.

But when he wanted to continue chasing, Koz disappeared again.

"That is why I must atone for my sins." Horus gritted his teeth and said, "Don't you see the end of the future with your eyes? I will change that future, even if it costs me everything. I will redeem my past mistakes and bring a better future to mankind!"

"How noble." Coze whispered in the darkness.

Horus was silent. He knew that no matter what he said at this moment, the other party would not believe him.

But he firmly believes that he is right, and everything in the future will confirm his point of view.

Suddenly, he heard something coming out of the darkness again.

Horus turned his head and at first could only make out a hazy outline of a man who was only about two meters tall.

But when that person actually appeared, Horus' body trembled slightly.

The other person looks exactly like himself, like a smaller version of himself, or in other words, it is himself.

It was myself ten thousand years ago, before I left my home planet and before I came into contact with the Emperor.

Horus was stunned for just a moment, then he quickly understood what was going on.

"Koz, is this another new trick you've learned?" he asked with a sneer.

"No, I am you," the man replied. "You can see me because of the fear in your heart."

"I am afraid?" Horus sneered, "Then you really don't understand me. I have never been afraid of anything."

"Then why did you see me?" The other person's figure gradually twisted and became Koz's appearance again.

"Horus, for a long time in the past, I have been jealous of you, not only you, but also Sanguinius, Clarks, Lion, Guilliman, and Dorn. You are so lucky and so perfect." Curze continued,
"I am not as lucky as you. Even if you are lost in the galaxy, you can still have a good time on your home planet."

"But I was completely different. My nutrition capsule crashed deep into the ground. No one ever taught me what was right. It even took me a long time to crawl out from underground." Koz did not continue to attack. Instead, he told Horus about the past, just like a pair of long-lost brothers standing together and reminiscing about the past.
"I was starving, so I ate the first person I met, as all wild animals do. It was a Nostramo criminal, and I devoured his flesh and brains, and at the same time, I also ate fragments of his memories."

"I saw him rob and kill, and I saw him kill his own father for a woman. But you know what's the funniest thing?"

Conrad Coates laughed disdainfully, "The funniest thing is that he thinks the evil things he did are justified."

The pale face of the Night Haunter suddenly appeared in front of Horus, but he did not attack.

"You are all like this. You all think that what you do is reasonable." He pointed at Horus and laughed sharply.

"Look at you, Horus. You are more moral, kind, and sincere than a filthy Primarch like me."

"No, I never thought of that." Horus shook his head in denial.

"No, that's what you think!"

Curze suddenly roared at Horus, "I can see your fear, remember?"

"Remember Kajedon? Your adoptive father. You managed to kill a Tech-Priest of the Mechanicus, but it brought disaster to your gang and your adoptive father died. But it was not your fault, it was your adoptive father's fault. Who made him set such a rule?"

As he spoke, Curze's figure once again transformed into Horus's past appearance. This time, his height was over three meters, and he looked full of vigor and vitality.

This is what Horus looked like when he was Warmaster of the Empire.

"I maintained an open attitude and accepted the Interrex and the alien civilization, but I had to destroy them. This was not my fault, but Erebus's."

"I betrayed the Empire and the Lord of Mankind, and it was not my fault either."

"I had the best of intentions, but there were evil people trying to get in the way."

"No, no, no, how could I be wrong." He laughed crazily, "I am Horus Lupercal, I never make mistakes."

Horus was silent. He looked at himself, who was transformed from the Midnight Haunter. He was dancing and making extremely exaggerated movements. Sadness unconsciously emerged in his eyes.

But at this time, the other party will set his eyes on him.

"Come on, Horus, speak with me now. I am Horus Lupercal, none of this is my fault, I am Horus."

"Shut up!"

The real Horus roared, "You know nothing about me, or the future I hope for!"

"Really? Then why were you seduced by Chaos?" Koz suddenly came close, his pale face almost right in front of Horus' eyes, his pair of pure black eyes staring at him, as if he wanted to see the most real thoughts.

"Tell me, is it really because of the betrayal of those close to me? Is it really because of the conspiracy of the gods?"

"Or," Koz said slowly, "is there a devil living in your heart?"

"I told you to shut up!" Horus roared angrily, swinging his huge Worldbreaker hammer and smashing it into Curze's face.

But as his hammer fell, Koz in front of him disappeared like a bubble.

"Pfft!——"

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing through armor and piercing into flesh was heard, and Curze's figure emerged from the darkness beside Horus.

The blood of the demigod flowed out, and the sharp claws in Curze's hand had pierced Horus' abdomen.

As Curze's palm continued to turn, Horus felt unbearable pain in his abdomen.

At this time,
"At some point you will become arrogant and gullible, and no longer as calm and wise as before. Do you know why? Because you are afraid."

"You are afraid that you are wrong, you are afraid that you will do something wrong, you are worried that you are not good enough, so you will find all kinds of reasons just to numb yourself."

"You are truly fearless, because you fear no one but yourself."

Horus, enduring severe pain, heard Curze's whispers echoing in his ears.

(End of this chapter)